Chapter 91 Chapter 91 [VIP]
Standing high on the rooftop, Robin looked up at Batman, his emotions barely contained. Suddenly, something clicked in his head, and he said with a mischievous smile, "But I want to tell you right now, B. She's my friend. Her name is Megan."
Since Batman trusts him, why doesn't he believe that Batman will treat his friend rationally? They are partners, father and son, master and apprentice. They should be honest with each other and believe in each other's character and bottom line. However, Robin feels that his previous actions cannot be regarded as "distrust". He just wants to take on this matter himself and protect the child from receiving special attention and being disturbed.
He had already confirmed that the other person was harmless, so he could now briefly talk to Batman, "Megan is two years younger than me. She's really cute, but..."
"She is sick. Although she has friends with unusual status and appearance, I am sure she will not do anything bad. Moreover, her friends have no criminal behavior or intention to hurt others when they are with her." Robin would laugh when he thought of his friend. Although his behavior of breaking into the window and getting to know Megan was reckless, they got along very harmoniously afterwards.
But he also said, "B, this is all I can tell you. As for the rest, I'd like to wait until I ask her if she's willing to be introduced to you. Oh! And Ah Fu." It's normal to introduce good friends to your family.
The old butler's gentle voice came from the headset: "It's my honor."
Batman nodded slightly, and in response to Robin's confession, he smiled, "Okay." Robin blinked when he heard that.
"B, you only said one word?" It sounded like he agreed, but he only said one word. However, his attitude seemed very casual and indulgent. Robin asked again with dissatisfaction.
The tall, dark figure stuffed himself directly into the driver's seat of the Batmobile and said coldly, "Get in." Robin made a friend and kept everything from him. If no traces were found tonight, who knows how long he would have hidden it. Even the butler knew about this, and maybe Oracle, who was not online tonight because of something, also knew about it. He was the only one who was excluded.
After Robin sat down and fastened his seat belt, Batman started the car without saying anything. From the corner of his eye, he saw Robin was on pins and needles and wanted to say something but stopped himself several times, but a slight smile appeared on his lips, and then he was discovered by Robin.
"B! You did it on purpose!"
By mid-May, Robin's extra training had almost become a daily routine. After all, Robin was just a minor. Even though he was diligent, hardworking, and had strong self-control, and never resisted training and exercise that could make him stronger, the intensity of the extra training could never exceed his physical and physiological limits, and he even adopted a step-by-step approach.
However, Batman suddenly had to go out of town for something - in fact, the playboy Bruce had to go to another city under his public identity. He was a wealthy man in Gotham, but his properties were not limited to Gotham. He occasionally inspected companies and factories in other places, participated in gatherings of upper-class people, attended meetings or events somewhere, etc.
In short, Bruce was going out, and before leaving, he specifically told Jason not to go on night patrol alone. He notified the Angel of Death and Batwoman, and they would be responsible for his original night patrol route. Oracle would serve as logistics, connecting to the Batcomputer to analyze and handle incidents for them. As for Jason, he could either follow others as an assistant or only deal with some minor incidents.
On the first night he left, Jason obeyed. But the next day, after returning from school, he had lunch at school and had the afternoon off. While sitting in the car, he said to the butler driving beside him, "Good afternoon! Alfred, but I'm not going back to the manor now. I'm going to Gotham City."
Alfred nodded. He didn't ask the young master what he was going to do in the city. He just discussed with him, "If you want to come back, send a message to confirm your location so that I can pick you up."
Jason agreed. He had two borrowed books in his bag that needed to be returned. Although Wayne Manor had the same books, and even the first edition proofs and the author's manuscripts, since the original versions were foreign books, it was interesting to see how different translators interpreted and explained the content of the books. He was happy to observe and understand them, and to find the similarities and differences in their thoughts between the lines.
When he arrived in the new city, he got off the bus with the books, stayed in the library for a while, and then came out empty-handed without borrowing any more books. He went to the commercial street to buy some small things that interested him, such as game cartridges.
If he had to kill time according to his usual schedule, he might go to a Broadway show or a movie, but today was different.
Jason looked down at his clothes. Although it was a school uniform, it still looked formal as a suit. He had asked Megan some time ago if he could introduce her to his family, but she seemed a little shy. She shrugged her shoulders and opened her eyes wide, like a little hedgehog trying to raise its soft spines. She didn't say a word or shake her head, and was obviously resisting. But this did not affect their friendship.
But the fact that he concealed his true identity...
It would be very boring to carefully calculate the pros and cons and the emotional investment. Jason will not take the initiative to reveal his true identity, nor will he feel guilty about it. This is not only to protect him and Bruce, but also to protect Megan.
He just wanted to see Megan - to the special children's care center established by the Wayne Group, to see how her daily life was. Bruce invested a lot of money in it anyway, and as Wayne's adopted son, it was normal for him to go and see it.
Jason made up his mind, tidied his clothes and took a taxi. Although he was young and a middle school student, his mental outlook and temperament were completely different from those of the lower class people in Gotham, and he was not someone that a taxi driver could blackmail.
From the rearview mirror inside the car, one could see that when the young man wasn't smiling, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and he had an unstoppable fierceness. Moreover, the fact that he had a straight back and was not timid or cowardly was better than many others, proving that he came from a well-off family and was very confident. If anything happened, he would have someone to back him up and get to the bottom of things. So the driver drove to the nursing home and charged the fee according to the regulations.
Jason gazed at the scenery outside the window along the way. He raised an eyebrow as he paid. One must know that there weren't many 'law-abiding people' in Gotham City. However, considering that his own status and position had undergone a drastic change from before, the world he saw was certainly different.
The higher the position, the kinder and more polite the people around you are. There is less direct malicious targeting and exploitation, because people in the upper class care about their reputation, while others have to consider the price of malicious treatment. If the cost is too high, the gain will not outweigh the loss, and no one wants to do business at a loss.
He understood all this and paid the driver along with the tip. He got out of the car and looked at the nursing home in front of him. It was certainly bigger than the two-story building where Megan lived, but it was not as big as Gotham Middle School where he was. It was undoubtedly small in the city of Gotham, in the United States, and in the world as a whole.
Megan can only be taken to explore the world when she comes out of the nursing home on weekends, but how much can she know about the outside world in those short two or three hours?
He believes that his friends should have the right to leave the nursing home and explore the world on their own.
Jason recalled a conversation they had had, "Megan, you're almost well, so when are you going to go out and see the world?"
The child he asked responded to his calm gaze, and after a while said: "Don't worry? Dad said, Dad said..." What was he saying?
Megan didn't remember what the clown said exactly, but the general meaning was: Megan, you are just a coward who is afraid to face the outside world, but it doesn't matter. The pills can maintain your current state, and you will be able to get out of the nursing home after waiting for a while.
She didn't feel that she was afraid of the outside world, but sometimes when she touched her heart, there were still virtual currents there. They floated back and forth, and occasionally broke through the barriers in a moment, bringing her confused and helpless pain. But this only happened when she was emotionally excited. She didn't feel it at other times, but she knew that the clown was right.
At that time he said: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember. When you come out to go to school, I will take you out to play."
Back to the present, Jason walked into the nursing home and told Dean Taylor why he was there, but he was just here to take a look, so after being taken in by the staff, he asked to walk around alone.
Jason observed the facilities and equipment along the way, and also went to the door of the classroom where classes were in session. There were often children who were not in class walking outside the daycare center, either playing in groups or alone. However, there were staff watching them and they did not stop their non-dangerous actions. It seemed that the atmosphere here was good and the management of children was not strict.
The driver who brought him here thought he was a character from a difficult family, but when he smiled, maintained a friendly and kind attitude, and tried to get along with others, even the special children with various problems here could easily get close to him.
He played with the children outside the classroom, and did not look down on them in his words or actions, nor did he reject some children's approach. He had made preparations long ago and even took out toys and candies from his pocket for them, all of which he had bought before he came.
Jason is about 1.3 meters tall. Some of the children here are bigger than him and look stupid, but they play together very naturally. After only being here for half an hour, he almost became the king of the children and led them in playing games.
They got a small sandbag from the staff and used the soft, floppy thing as a baseball. Jason was very good at coordination and took them to the playground. As for some children not understanding the rules he explained? That didn't matter. He arranged the children present so that he could tell at a glance who was breaking the rules or making small movements. As for the children with intellectual disabilities and physical disabilities?
As long as they came to play, he would arrange them all and divide them into teams, one team to guard the bases and the other team to bat. However, there were no bats, after all, holding them was still somewhat dangerous, so he simply changed the rules to throwing and catching sandbags.
He played with these children patiently without getting tired of it. This sport undoubtedly consumed his physical strength. After playing two games, most of them went to rest, but he was still full of energy. After comforting them, he walked around the nursing home again.
Jason didn't know where Megan was. He came with the mentality of wanting to see her, but he was not in a hurry. Finally, he arrived at the flower bed in the back half of the nursing home and saw a low easel and drawing board in the corner. A familiar figure was holding a paintbrush and scribbling on the paper. Next to her was another person, a gentle lady.
Maybe she was 'Misha', Jason thought.
He sat down on the other side of the flower bed with his back to them, looking up at the sky, and heard Megan say, "Misha, no more painting."
Misha asked, "Should we pack up and go back, or should we play for a while longer?"
Megan didn't say anything, but she dropped the things here and ran to the side to look at the flowers and plants. It was obvious that she meant what she meant later. She looked at a fallen leaf beside the flower bed for a long time and finally picked it up.
She was doing something 'meaningless', and when she looked away, she met the eyes of a little boy across the flower bed, who gave her a bright smile. Jason was not afraid of being recognized as Robin, because she had already known this identity, but he didn't know if she still remembered it.
But Jason didn't come forward. He stood there and watched Megan tilt her head in confusion.
Megan looked up at him, then looked down at the leaves in her hand. She breathed softly and left the leaves on the edge of the flower bed before packing up and leaving with Misha.
After she left, Jason picked up the leaf. It was clean and empty, and perhaps it had no meaning.
On the way back, Misha asked, "Hey, is this someone our little bear knows?" Megan's behavior was monotonous, but normally, she would put the leaves where she looked at them, not directly on the edge of the flower bed.
The short child walked quietly and did not answer, but Misha did not insist on getting an answer. She did not even look at the boy's appearance seriously. Her attention was only on Megan, trying to get her to talk more.
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