Chapter 90 Chapter 90 [VIP]

Apart from the battle between Deathstroke and Grundy, no major criminal incidents occurred tonight, not to mention Batwoman and the Angel of Death, who also often patrol at night.

Batman had already found a clue in the matter he was investigating. After collecting the data and sending it to the Batcave for computer analysis, he and Robin returned to the Batcave. The butler Alfred was already waiting there. He was not young, but his back was still straight without any bends. He was wearing a suit, a typical British gentleman's outfit, and his face had an expression that was both kind and serious.

Seeing the two gentlemen returning in triumph, he handed over two glasses of alkaline water on the table next to him. Robin jumped over happily, caught the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Batman followed him and drank all the water.

Alfred took a look at their condition today, and when he looked at Robin, he shuddered and immediately said, "I'm not in danger, I just have a minor injury, which has been treated!" As he spoke, he laughed. Sometimes the butler was in charge of them, and even B could not go against his wishes, but it was all out of concern, and he also enjoyed this concern.

The old butler nodded, and Robin breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to look at the scrapes and bruises on his body, "Bruce and I agreed to do more training."

Batman took off his cowl and heavy cape, revealing the face of Gotham's playboy Bruce. He relaxed and laughed at Robin's anxious explanation, but then his tone turned serious, "Jason, you were too reckless. You knew Deathstroke was a powerful enemy you couldn't defeat, but you still chased him."

Jason was a little unconvinced. Bruce knew he was a little arrogant and awkward, so he said, "After notifying me, you should have stayed where you were and waited for me to reunite with you. But you couldn't wait and acted on your own..."

"If you had improved your tracking skills a little more and could avoid being discovered by Deathstroke, then you wouldn't have to wait until Solomon Grundy and he started fighting to let you escape. I'm not saying that Deathstroke is invincible, Jason. You have to know that your current power is limited, and there are some things that you can't do. There's no need to be stubborn and do them."

“Before you grow up, you have to get used to your limited abilities, so you have to learn a mindset: protect yourself and then let capable people do the work.”

Jason, who was still stubborn, suddenly felt deflated, but he held on. "What if I screw up?"

"I believe you have tried your best. Even if someone else comes, it is impossible for them to do better than you."

"Then can't I do something while I'm waiting for 'someone capable' to come?'"

Bruce looked at him deeply, but gave him a comforting and encouraging smile, and said: "My answer is: Yes, Jason, as long as you can do it." You are a boy that makes me proud.

Jason looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, "I understand, Bruce. And I'm sorry about tonight..." His tone was low, but he jumped up as soon as he finished speaking, and ran towards the elevator leading to the study in Wayne Manor as if flying, obviously embarrassed.

He moved too quickly, and Bruce wanted to keep him but was too late. He was about to say that he never had to apologize to him, but now he just shook his head helplessly, obviously in a good mood. He sat in front of the Batcomputer, calling up the photos that had been sent back before and the data analysis made by the computer next to it.

There was no doubt that Deathstroke and Grundy were fighting, and many traces at the scene could prove it. As for the exploded fire hydrant and the used electric shock bombs on the ground, they were undoubtedly the work of Robin, who has always been smart and agile.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests, and placed his hands with his fingers interlaced in front of his chest and abdomen, recalling that during tonight's filming, Robin seemed to have blocked a position intentionally or unintentionally, so after they returned to the Batmobile, he left a drone there to record the image of that position. Now he tapped on the keyboard to let the computer automatically optimize the image and enable the trace inspection program.

So, as the high-definition footage came out, he saw the deliberately marked tracks on the ground: the messy footprints left by Robin and Solomon. The tracks left by the two of them were easy to distinguish, as the former's boots were specially made, and the details of the suede could be discerned. The latter's footprints were huge and heavy, and seemed unsuspicious, but...

On top of one of Solomon's footprints was superimposed half of another child's footprint.

The Dark Knight immediately became alert and did not think this was an accident. He said to himself, "Did he appear with Solomon?" He had a hunch that something was wrong, but when he saw the Batcomputer showing that moderate rain had begun to fall in Gotham City, the slightest trace would be washed away by the rain.

The old butler next to him frowned and said, "Sorry, Master Bruce, I don't think so." His tone was elegant and unhurried, and he maintained a firm attitude towards this matter.

Bruce looked up at him, "Alfred, what do you say?"

Alfred glanced at the master he served and said kindly, "Excuse me, but it seems you are completely unaware of the fact that Master Jason made a friend during his night patrol."

Bruce, clueless, stood up and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the identity of Jason's friend?"

But he never knew about this. If it was just an ordinary friend, why would Jason talk about it after the night patrol, or contact the other party openly? So there was only one possibility, that the friend's identity or experience was questionable, which was why Jason kept it from him;

On the other hand, Bruce knew what kind of kid Jason was. If the other party was really dangerous or in crisis, Jason would definitely mention it to him and solve the problem together, but he didn't.

So the most likely possibility is that Jason was initially suspicious of the man, but had a good impression of him or thought he wasn't very dangerous, so he chose to investigate on his own and confirmed that even if he had problems, he wasn't harmful.

…and so they became friends.

Bruce figured out the whole thing easily. He placed his hand on the operating table, tapping the tabletop with his index finger. He wanted to check the child's identity, but Alfred interrupted him, "Master, I don't think you should interfere with a child's social life."

"Alfred, I'm worried." Bruce wanted to defend himself. Even if he got the other party's information, he might not do anything.

Alfred smiled and said, "Forgive me for being different from you. I believe in Master Jason's loyalty and love for his family, as well as his care and concern for his friends."

In fact, Jason chose to hide things from Bruce, not necessarily from the old butler. He had seen the clues a long time ago, but his indulgent attitude made Jason choose him as an ally. After a few times, he also learned some insignificant information, but respected Jason's wishes and remained silent to Bruce until now.

"That's just a harmless kid, Master Bruce. Batman, who strikes hard at adult criminals, wouldn't go after a kid."

"Otherwise I would have doubted the Wayne family's upbringing." The butler concluded neatly, still looking polite, patiently waiting for his master's response.

Bruce was silent. He had heard countless harsh words from the butler, but he clearly understood his intention every time.

Alfred defended every member of the family, but the root of all this was for him, or perhaps for the late Wayne couple. Bruce felt the deep and heavy emotions, and said with a melancholy look on his face, "You're right, Alfred, I should be more patient."

The butler then softened his attitude and said in an agreeing tone, "Yes, if you wait another night or two, you will hear Master Jason mention his friend to you."

He smiled slightly and said to Bruce, "That's a cute little girl." If Bruce went to pry open the little girl's house in the middle of the night, he promised to tell Jason before he did it.

——Let this father and son confront each other.

Troubles will not disappear, they will only return to those who really deserve them.

On the other side, the Joker confirmed that Megan was not injured, but judging from her behavior of putting herself under the nose of Deathstroke, it was obvious that she was not in a good mental state. Even if Grandy brought her back and caused her to encounter Deathstroke, it was just one more brainless person.

He withdrew his hand from Megan's arms and pinched her jaw instead. "You have become troublesome, my Megan, so after you came back from the foster care center recently, don't run around anymore."

Where on earth did she get the magic power to provoke so many people? If the Joker hadn't tested her blood long ago, he would have suspected that she had magical powers or was some kind of extraordinary creature, but in fact she was just an ordinary child, with nothing special about her bloodline or physique.

Megan tilted her head and asked slowly, "Recently, how long has it been?"

The child always asked stupid questions, and the clown was already impatient with her. He put his palm on her face, forced her head to turn to the side, and said in a dull voice, "You should go to bed."

Megan was pushed aside, "Dad, I'm going to sleep, I really am going to sleep..."

Joker: "Dear, did you take the pill?"

…

Megan did not go out at night for the rest of the week, and as for the Joker, he left on the night he returned.

When Killer Croc came to see Megan, they talked for a while at the window, and Killer Croc did not insist on taking her out for a night run. After all, he didn't know what mission Deathstroke came to Gotham for, nor did he know whether he had left. And according to Megan, the other party had already remembered her, so she might as well stay in the small building and ensure her safety as much as possible.

Megan was taught by Bob how to turn on the children's treadmill so that she could continue her running exercise. Robin did not show up tonight, but she did not feel strange or uncomfortable.

She didn't know that Robin and Batman were on night patrol, and although Robin had plans for additional training, it would not begin in the next few days.

Because of Robin's reckless behavior last night, he could only follow Batman today. After dealing with a few small incidents, he said to his partner who was dressed in black beside him: "B, I'm going to meet my friend. Can you stay for a while?" He confessed his identity right away, but it was obvious that he would wait until the other party came back to tell him.

Batman looked down at him and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Want me to come?"

Robin shook his head, "Can you just wait here for me?"

After Batman agreed, he ran off happily, using his grappling hook gun, trying to get to his friend as soon as possible. As for letting the Batmobile take him? That would easily reveal Megan's address, and he wouldn't let that happen.

Batman stayed where he was as he watched the bright yellow figure leave. He had no intention of following or finding out what happened, and he didn't even turn on the positioning system on Robin. He believed in his child and his choice.

So Robin smoothly got to the outside of the small building. He knocked on the window but there was no one there. But looking at the light, he thought Megan should be home. So he climbed up the outer wall and searched through each window. Finally, he climbed into a room that looked like the gym. He saw that Megan might have been running for a while and was now taking a break. He never hid his tracks and called out loudly, "Megan!"

Megan looked at him and tilted her head slightly to express her confusion, then she heard him say, "Sorry, I may not have time to take you out next week."

She understood and nodded, "No apologies," extending a hand to him.

The two children's palms touched each other, and Robin understood what Megan meant. She said that this was not something that needed to be apologized for, but they did not leave any contact information for each other. If they wanted to come over and talk to her, they would have to cross half of the city to get to her house. Of course, Robin would not do that. He always rode in the Batmobile when he went on night patrol.

But Wayne Manor is far away from downtown Gotham.

They exchanged a few simple words, and Robin climbed out the window again. He rushed back to the Batmobile, as if Batman hadn't moved. He wanted to speak, but Batman said, "Robin, you don't have to explain everything to me."

“As long as you confirm whether it is correct or not.”

The author has something to say:

Today I was talking to my friends about Batman's high-tech. I said: I've read comics and movies, but apart from the animation and major event magazines, Batman's high-tech is not really reflected.

Still me: If there is a Justice League, the highest level of technology is in the Watchtower; if there is no Justice League, the highest level of technology is in the Batcave.

Friend: There is indeed a lot of high technology in Young Justice, and Robin (Dick) is super cool.

Me: So I exclude animation. The technology in animation is almost limitless. And with the big event magazines, the universe view is already very abstract () (I am used to Dick fans' remarks)

Batman is actually a pretty good person, and the Butler is just this kind of elegant and sharp-tongued character, who argues with Batman every day.

And tomorrow's update will be late, I have to go to the hospital for a follow-up check, which will delay most of the day. If I really don't have time to write, I will post a leave note~