Chapter 121· Extra 9

For the sake of distinction, the second round will use Jason/Bruce, and the fourth round will use [Jason]/[Bruce].

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17.

The Red Hood, who was squatting on the gargoyle in a daze, suddenly jumped up, pointing at Jason with his eyes wide open: "You, you!"

Thanks to the vigilante's good eyesight, he was able to see the other person's face and the bulge in his leather jacket clearly from such a high distance.

——Those are the Messiah’s clothes!

Jason tutted irritably.

“Shut up,” Jason scolded his parallel world counterpart. “The Messiah is asleep.”

The counterpart snapped his mouth shut, but looked even more depressed.

The homonym in a red hooded jacket swung down from the gargoyle. His build was about the same as Jason's, but from the outline of his face outside the domino mask, it could be seen that he was still in his teenage years and looked noticeably more childish than Jason.

And, perhaps due to that teenage dislike for dogs and cats, this guy actually bleached a streak of white hair in his bangs. That sloppy white hair has now turned black at the roots. —This review is entirely subjective and malicious, not objective.

As the counterpart approached, Jason smelled a faint but very distinct scent of smoke.

"You smoke?" Jason frowned. "The Messiah can't smell cigarettes."

The counterpart muttered quietly, "I didn't expect to be so lucky, and..."

I don't know what he was thinking about, but his companion, who had been extremely unstable since they met, sighed melancholy again.

"F**k." The counterpart muted the curse words. "In this f**king world, even Dickie Bird would have to smoke two."

If you are willing to mute your curse words, you get one point. But if you know you shouldn't curse in front of the Messiah and still do so, you lose ten points.

Jason was critically rating his peer in his heart. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that his peer was not a good brother.

He is so impetuous and erratic that he may even need the Messiah to clean up his mess.

The slandered counterpart sneezed violently, and Jason took a few steps back, holding the sleeping little Messiah in his arms as if nothing had happened, as if the other party was a source of infection that had been spreading the virus.

"If you have a cold, don't go near Messiah." Jason said coldly, "You should be more self-aware."

The counterpart—Jason's perspective—sniffed in a very uncultured and disgusting manner, remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "I don't have a cold."

"Besides, Messiah is my brother." The homonymous person said arrogantly - still from Jason's perspective, "You've got the wrong person."

Jason remained silent, too lazy to say anything more to his idiot counterpart.

This is probably because people with low IQ are more likely to have good luck.

Jason laughed at himself. He had to admit, he was actually quite...very jealous of this guy.

The little Messiah, who was lying on his back on Jason's arms and sleeping with his legs spread out, suddenly reached out and rubbed his eyes. The two people who were originally a little bit at odds with each other suddenly became quiet, holding their breath for fear of waking up the sleeping little Messiah.

The little Messiah rubbed Jason's arm, closed his eyes, found a more comfortable angle for his neck, and then fell asleep again with his arms around Jason's neck.

The two who had been holding their breath breathed a sigh of relief and regained their breath at the same time.

"Forget it, let's not touch Messiah for now." The homologue muttered to himself, as if he had mental problems - double Jason's language. "If I wake him during the handover, I'll be in trouble."

Jason started to find fault again. This guy only thought about the consequences of waking up Messiah, but never considered that Messiah would feel very uncomfortable after being woken up. He deducted 100 points.

The homonymous entity approached on tiptoe, and came to a position so close that it broke the normal social distance. He stretched his neck to observe the little Messiah's condition closely, and after confirming that the little Messiah was fine, he distanced himself.

"Be gentle and don't wake him."

The homologue first used the hand gestures used to communicate within the Bat Family, and then, as if realizing the possible differences between different worlds, he silently performed the sign language again before falling silent.

idiot.

Jason thought, has he ever considered that if the differences in the world lead to differences in sign language, I might not understand and ask him, and then wake up Messiah?

[Jason] felt that his counterpart seemed a little weird. From the first moment they met, that guy had been looking at him as if he was an idiot, as if his every move disturbed him.

What's going on? [Jason] rubbed his chin in frustration. In another world, the Messiah becomes a petty tyrant ruling the world, but in his case, he becomes a mean man?

[Jason] silently complained a few words in his mind, and then he realized that the look in his peer's eyes had changed from looking at an idiot to looking at a primitive person.

If this continues, will our eyes degenerate into the same look we give to Paramecium?

[Jason] was speechless, but when he looked at the little Messiah who was still in the arms of his counterpart, he chose to forgive.

Since his counterpart was so patient with the Messiah, he should be patient in return.

[Jason] prepared himself mentally and turned his attention back to the little Messiah. He scanned the little Messiah's body inch by inch, confirming that the little Messiah was truly intact and did not have any wounds that he had not discovered.

Jason didn't block Jason's view. Although he hated his exceptionally lucky counterparts, as Messiah's brother, he could understand Jason's concern for Messiah.

"Thanks, brother."

[Jason] breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the safety of the little Messiah. He stretched out his hand to his counterpart and gestured silently.

"Thank you for helping me take care of Messiah. When Messiah wakes up, I will take him home and won't bother you anymore."

Hearing Jason's thanks, Jason's expression became even uglier.

[Jason] has given up trying to understand the psychology of his homologues. He is more concerned about the Messiah who has transformed into a white tyrant in this world than the homologue who has transformed into a mean man.

So far, Jason has only been in Gotham for an hour. He has only had time to confirm the situation in Arkham and the Wayne family home, and was shocked to find that the "cult base" he landed in was actually the former Arkham Asylum.

He is the Messiah of this world. After killing criminals, he emptied Arkham and transformed Arkham into "Eden", the headquarters of his regime to rule the world.

Messiah was the softest-hearted person he had ever met. Not only was he unwilling to witness the passing of life, he was even concerned about whether strangers would get hurt. Even when watching movies or reading literary novels, he only wanted to watch family-friendly works in which everyone was saved.

As peers, they have more or less similarities, and the Messiah of this world is actually willing to go to such an extent.

What exactly happened that set the Messiah of this world on the path to world domination?

[Jason] really wanted to ask his peer, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

The Messiah of this world is dead, and his questioning will only expose the wounds of his counterpart that have not yet healed. Compared to this, he is not so eager to know the reason.

However, Jason didn't ask, but he seemed to have a strong desire to express his feelings, and he took the initiative to speak out.

It was difficult for Jason to describe his current state of mind. Was he jealous, or did he want to drag his counterpart into the water, or did he not want his story with Messiah to be completely buried?

The Messiah will eventually leave. He cannot and will not keep the Messiah who has already started a new life and a new family in a parallel world. That would be too selfish.

[Jason] watched as the expression on his peer's face gradually calmed down, and then he took a deep breath.

Jason lowered his voice and took the initiative to speak:

"The Messiah did all this because of me. It was me who caused his suffering, leading him, in confusion and despair, to the path of ruling the Earth, attempting to protect the existence he cherished."

I made Messiah experience the feeling of loss, and after making an agreement with Messiah about the future, I shattered everything, shattering the faith Messiah had built up and leading him to the other extreme.

Jason's expression instantly became serious. He did not comment on this, but just listened silently.

"Messiah and I are brothers." Jason smiled and emphasized, "Unlike you, Messiah and I are brothers who are truly connected by blood and have depended on each other since childhood."

[Jason]'s expression didn't last long before it collapsed again. "Hey buddy, why are you emphasizing this to me at this time?"

Who asked you that? Who cares whether you are a brother to the Messiah of this world?

Damian and Messiah are brothers, but I don’t see them getting along any better?

I grew up watching Messiah. We're not blood brothers, but at least we're closer, okay? What makes us "different"? Nothing at all, okay?

[Jason] complained in his heart. He really wanted to say these words out loud, but considering the not-so-good mental state of his Mean Man counterpart, he swallowed them all and only criticized in his heart.

He had done another good thing today, and when he got home, he would reward himself by lifting Bruce's tire again. [Jason] thought so.

"Then we were both adopted by Bruce." Jason's face unconsciously smiled, and his voice became much softer, as if he was lost in memories. "We went to school together, trained together, and played pranks on Dickhead together."

"Messiah spends most of his time outside of Gotham, but after each night patrol, he'll either come and take me home or wait for me at home."

“That was the happiest and happiest time of my life.”

[Jason] listened silently. Based on his many years of experience, whether it was a literary work or reality, the next step should be "however".

"Later, the old man and I had different ideas. I decided to leave Gotham and go to another city. I made an agreement with Messiah to go solo together."

Jason's expression was incredibly relaxed. "We picked out a lot of cities we liked and universities we were interested in. We discussed the new codename I'd use after I stopped being Robin. I even stayed on the phone with Dick all night to learn about solo experiences. Bruce also acquiesced to our choices."

Even now, when Jason thinks about the memories of planning his future, he still smiles, smiling for the vibrant, bright and glorious future he planned.

"But……"

"But," Jason's tone suddenly dropped. "I died because of my credulity and stupidity."

"I found my biological mother, but she was bribed by the Joker. So after I made a promise with the Messiah about the future, I died alone and went to hell."

[Jason]'s pupils shrank as he found the same experience in Jason's narration.

When he was fifteen, he was seriously injured by the trap set by the Joker and his biological mother, but Bruce arrived and dismantled the time bomb and saved him, so he only needed a few months of recuperation before he was back to life.

At that time, he lamented that if Bruce had arrived a second later, he would have only seen a dead bird. It was such a coincidence that it seemed as if he was not destined to die or hell did not want to take him away.

But in this world, his counterpart is actually dead.

Hearing this, Jason inexplicably developed a strange feeling in his heart. He couldn't describe this feeling. It was as if he had become a beneficiary in front of his peer.

"I made Messiah lose me, and he experienced the pain and regret. So, not wanting to lose again, Messiah took another path."

Jason whispered, "The Messiah is kind, so he wants everyone in the world to never experience the same pain he did. He ended the lives of all criminals and created a new Earth where everyone can live in happiness and peace."

"Later, I was resurrected. But after being resurrected, I lost my self-awareness. I could do nothing but accompany the Messiah, leaving him to go on his journey alone."

"Later, the Messiah took the initiative to end his reign and gave his life to heal everyone on Earth," Jason said. "Some say the Messiah died from exhaustion, but I know that's not the case. The Messiah's power is far greater than that."

"He committed suicide on his own initiative." Jason's voice was very soft. He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the little Messiah in his arms, at his brother's soul, "for what he perceived as atonement."

"The Messiah brought my consciousness back. My consciousness returned, but my brother died."

[Jason] An Jing listened to Jason's story, a story full of regret and pain.

He understood why Jason treated him in this way and why he looked at Messiah with such affection.

Maybe he saw him and the Messiah, and remembered their past.

[Jason] was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say to comfort Jason. As a person who had lost nothing, no matter what he said, it seemed to be hurtful.

Finally, [Jason] simply reached out and patted Jason on the shoulder.

"I'm not saying this to seek comfort, but to warn you of something." Jason slapped Jason's hand away in disdain, his expression quickly becoming serious again. "Take good care of Messiah. Don't let him be sad, and don't let him make the same mistake again."

“Don’t make me regret handing over the Messiah to you.”

No matter how slow Jason was, he realized something was wrong.

He frowned and looked at his counterpart across from him suspiciously.

What does homonymy mean? Does it mean that their Messiah and the Messiah of this world are the same person?

[Jason] felt that he was overthinking it, and that his counterpart had gone crazy, but he also felt that he was actually the one who was crazy.

If he wasn't crazy, how could he be so suspicious as to come to such a conclusion? But if the homonymous entity hadn't made the two Messiahs into the same person, how could he have said such words of sovereignty to the little Messiah, the true (emphasis) brother of the little Messiah?

"Thanks." [Jason] reluctantly thanked Jason for his concern for the little Messiah. "But Messiah is my brother. You don't need to say anything. I will naturally take good care of him."

Jason's response was just a snort of laughter that made him extremely angry.

Forget it, he won't bother with this guy.

[Jason] repeated "He helped the Messiah, he helped the Messiah" over and over again to brainwash himself, and only then did he barely suppress his anger and did not fight with his counterpart.

The same thing went for Jason. If it weren't for the fact that the little Messiah was destined to go back with them, and he didn't want the noise to wake up the sleeping little Messiah, he would have beaten this guy up long ago.

On this side, the Jasons, who disliked each other and were the most violent members of the Bat Family, did not fight each other, but on the other side, the Batmans had already started fighting with fists.

Only the poor Kryptonians stood there at a loss, unable to stop the fight or to help.

Oh my God, who can stop B and this world's Batman.

Don't let them fight anymore!

【Author’s words】

I seem to see the light of completing this copy!

After I get rid of the card, I must quickly finish the extra story and then write this one.