Chapter 815: Red Hood (Part 6)

Bruce brought Jason back to the Roll-Tail Gang base. Because it was very late, almost all the children had returned to sleep. They saw Jason covered in blood being carried back by a strange freak, and Bruce encountered the group attack he had never encountered in his life.

This group of children was like wild and fierce stray cats, baring their fangs and claws at everything they felt was an enemy. Even if they knew they might not be opponents, they would never show weakness.

Fortunately, Jason was only cut by a knife. Although the amount of bleeding looked scary, it didn't endanger his internal organs. He said in a weak voice: "Don't do anything!"

The volume of this sentence was actually very small, because Jason didn't dare to use force, but as soon as his voice fell, the whole scene became quiet. The execution ability of these children made Bruce feel very surprised.

Although everyone was still looking at him with hateful eyes, no one attacked him.

Bruce often put himself into Jason's role to think about whether the eleven-year-old himself could do this. He felt that leading the Roll-Tail Gang to get rich was not difficult, but what was difficult was how to make them return their hearts. Batman had never been good at doing this.

But for Jason, this was easy. Jason breathed, and then said: "I'm fine, it's an external injury. Big Sister, go get the first aid kit in the cabinet, Cookie sisters, go get the needle and thread, Ellie, take a basin of clear water, I remember there should be iodine..." You guys go find it, everyone else leave, go back to sleep, still have to work tomorrow."

In less than a second, the children dispersed. Although many people looked back three times for every step, looking at Jason with very concerned eyes, they still obediently listened to the order and left.

Bruce felt incredible, but he knew that now was not the time to be surprised. He arranged the tools brought over neatly and began to prepare to suture Jason's wound.

Jason saw that the hands exposed by this man wearing a red hood were almost skinless, and the muscles and joints could be seen clearly. Beside him, Big Sister was scared and screamed, but quickly covered her mouth.

Suddenly, Jason began to struggle. He pushed Bruce aside and said: "Big Sister, you come over, I'll teach you how to do it..."

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce pressed him and said: "I know first aid, and I can also suture wounds. You can't move around, otherwise you will bleed more."

"Get out, I don't want strangers to touch me!" Jason turned his head to the side. Bruce looked at him without moving, and Big Sister didn't dare to pull him rashly. After all, Jason was still in his hands.

Jason sighed and said: "Okay, the method the professor taught me, I still haven't penetrated. I mean, your hands can't touch water. Don't you know that such a wound will get infected if it touches water?"

Bruce looked down at his hands, but it didn't hurt at all.

The lizard serum newly developed by Connors contained some neurological achievements that could largely block pain. Bruce's current sensation regarding the loss of skin was that his whole body would occasionally feel a bit itchy, and some parts would throb like being electrocuted, but it was not excruciating pain.

Bruce paused, but still let go of his hand. He turned to the girl beside him and said: "You come over, I'll teach you how to do it..."

The one who walked over was the younger sister of the Cookie sisters. They were young and hadn't done much rough work, so their skin was better maintained, and using a needle to suture was also more delicate, which wouldn't touch the wound and could reduce Jason's pain.

In these simple basements, there were definitely no special drugs for anesthesia. Bruce looked around at the children here. He found that no one proposed to use any special drugs.

Having stayed in the slums for so many days, Bruce knew that the children here were not so simple. They actually knew everything. They didn't say it now, obviously not because they didn't think of some drugs that could relieve pain, but because they didn't dare to say it.

Jason must be very disgusted with those drugs, and because he had great prestige among these children, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Jason's pale face, Bruce knew that he must be very painful now, but in this broken and simple underground base, Batman couldn't conjure a bottle of anesthetic out of thin air. He could only carry Jason back to the bed in his small single room, and then sat on the ground by the bed.

The basement without windows looked exceptionally dark and oppressive. The light emitted by the light bulb hanging on the head was also dim and unbearable. Everything quieted down, and neither of them looked at each other.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" Jason suddenly said.

Bruce thought he heard it wrong and asked: "What?"

"I asked, are you in a lot of pain?" Jason emphasized again.

Bruce was stunned, then looked at his hands and said: "No, I don't feel anything."

"We are all like this..." Jason's tone was very low, as if he was enduring something. He said: "Even if it hurts, you absolutely cannot shout it out. If I cry first, they will cry too. If we all cry, then it's over."

Bruce's hand grabbing the edge of the bed trembled. He turned to look at Jason, but only saw his pale face. Jason opened his mouth again and said: "This is perhaps the most important truth of today. If you want to join the mafia, you absolutely cannot shout pain."

"Even if you are in pain and dying, or you are really dying, you absolutely cannot shout pain, absolutely cannot shed tears, and cannot show weakness to anyone or anything. You have to let them feel that even before you die, you can bite off a piece of their meat..."

Bruce closed his eyes hard. He looked at Jason and said: "But you are actually not such a person, right? You are actually not so violent, stubborn, you are not so strong, you really want to cry, right?"

Jason turned over, lay flat on the bed, and closed his eyes. His eyelashes kept trembling. He said: "I have lived like this since I was a child, and I don't feel there is anything wrong with it. But now I feel very sad, not because the wound hurts."

"Then why?" Bruce asked.

"I saw another kind of life, that is a life I dream of more..." Jason's tone began to tremble. He said: "Staying in a classroom, discussing all kinds of problems with a professor who likes me very much, those problems that have nothing to do with filling the stomach..."

"But such time is always short. I still have to return here, bear these pains, and live such a life."

Bruce couldn't believe it. He heard such a heavy tone from an eleven-year-old child. He asked: "Why don't you leave?"

"Then why don't you leave? Batman?" Jason said like a dream: "Why don't you want to leave this rotten city? Bruce Wei En?"

At this moment, Bruce vaguely felt that Jason might have been inspired by something and no longer looked like him.

He didn't look like an eleven-year-old child at all. He was trying to read Batman's soul, but he didn't go crazy because of it, but asked into his heart.

In the two months spent in the slums, despair attacked his heart countless times, but Bruce looked back, even at the most disappointed moment, he never thought about leaving Cat Getan.

Pain is pain, but the method of liberation does not include escaping from here.

"Before I knew you were Batman, you said you wanted to reorganize the order here. I felt ridiculous, but I still decided to help you, because no matter whether you succeeded or not, at least you would know that someone was standing on your side."

"After I knew you were Batman, I still decided to help you, because we are very similar... You could have left, and so could I."

Bruce saw Jason's body trembling. He reached out and touched the side of Jason's neck, finding that his body temperature was a bit low.

Bruce stood up, touched the wall of the basement, and said: "It's cooling down outside, it's possible that a typhoon is blowing. If this continues, it won't work..."

Since Cat Getan's underground turned into ice, the average annual temperature of the entire city dropped by more than ten degrees, almost catching up to high-latitude regions. Even in summer, the sudden cooling when the typhoon arrives makes people feel bone-chilling.

After finishing his words with his last bit of strength, Jason stopped making a sound. His breathing began to become long, as if he had sunk into a dream, but his body kept shaking because of the cold.

In a trance, he felt someone hugging him, but he felt it was a hallucination, because from the moment he was born, no one had ever hugged him.

This embrace was so warm, making Jason think of a fairy tale. The little girl with matches struck the matches and saw all kinds of wonderful scenes.

With such a beautiful dream, he slept until dawn. When he woke up again, he felt his body was much better, and at this time, Bruce walked in, holding a steaming steak in his hand.

Jason sat up with difficulty and asked: "Where did you get this thing?"

"The car of the restaurant owner next door was flooded and wouldn't start. I helped him fix the car, and he gave me a breakfast." Bruce handed the plate to Jason. The soul-hooking fragrance made Jason's eyes stare straight.

"Eat, you need to supplement some nutrition." Bruce handed the plate to Jason's hand. Jason swallowed his saliva and said: "No, this is the trophy you won, I can't take it..."

"Don't you want to pay tuition?" Bruce sat down, looked into Jason's eyes and said: "I can help you get breakfast every day, this is the tuition I pay."

Jason sighed, picked up the plate and took a fierce bite of the steak, saying while chewing: "The first lesson today is, only rich people will eat breakfast."

Jason wolfed down the steak and felt more strength in his body. Then he looked at Bruce and asked: "Wait, you just said, the restaurant owner's car was flooded, why was it flooded?"

"Don't you know? It rained heavily all night yesterday. It might be the highest rainfall in Cat Getan in the past five years. Many places were flooded."

Jason widened his eyes and immediately wanted to get out of bed. Bruce stopped him and said: "Where are you going? Your wound..."

Jason hammered the bed board hard and said: "Are you stupid? Do you think everyone's house is like your Wei En Tower, not afraid of wind, not afraid of rain, and can be left there without care?"

"Our two strongholds on the front street and back street must have been flooded, and the basement is low. It may leak water. I have to organize the children to patch the leaks. If it enters too much water, our rain boots are cheap goods. If the water seeps in and freezes at night, it is very likely to cause frostbite..."

Jason got out of bed limping, but Bruce pressed him back to the bed again and said: "Whatever you want to do, just tell me, I can go and command them."

Jason waved his hand impatiently and said: "You can't command them."

Looking at Bruce's disbelieving eyes, Jason sighed, sat on the bed, and said helplessly: "... Okay, you can go and try, may God bless you."

Seeing Jason lie down again, Bruce walked out the door and began to explain to the children those things Jason had explained to him before.

But soon, Bruce found that the experience of commanding these children evoked some bad memories he had before.

Bringing an Aisha made him almost rewrite human cub pedagogy from scratch, and here, there were more than twenty Aishas. ===== CHAPTER 816 =====