My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

When he opened his eyes, he saw a cloudy sky.

The consciousness gradually returned to the body, and the lost reason also began to return.

His head was buzzing, as if he had been hit hard by something.

He tried to recall his previous experience, but found that it was like a mess, and he couldn't recall it.

Standing up, he looked around blankly.

The desolate, corrupt and outdated city is like a huge garbage dump.

The rotten smell almost made him want to spit it out.

This is an alley full of **** and debris.

Hiding in the corner of the city, quietly waiting for corruption to die.

"who I am?"

He Nannan said to himself.

"Jason? Is that the name? Yes, I vaguely remember this. This should be my name."

This young man with fluffy hair, severely damaged spirit, chaotic memory and unconsciousness, recalled his name.

He tapped his head hard, trying to make himself recall more things.

The memory flashed back a fragment.

He was tied to a chair in a secret room, with a hood over his head, and there was darkness in his vision.

Desperate and helpless, he shouted for help, "Is there anyone? Please... please help me?"

Fragments are fragmented and incomplete, and this memory disappeared as soon as it appeared.

Then comes the next segment.

He lay in a pool of blood and roared loudly, "No, don't do this again, please, don't do this to her again, she's innocent, please."

"For God's sake, do it to me, do it quickly!"

Jason's head hurt more and more, and the memory fragment disappeared like a TV snowflake in an instant.

"Is that me?"

Was it me who was **** in a dark room with a hood on my head?

Jason was confused.

There was no doubt for too long, and the memory returned to his mind again.

This time, he can finally recall more things, and he can be 100% sure that the person tied to the chair is himself.

Because the hood of the person tied to the chair was lifted, revealing the blood-stained face.

That face is me!

The one who took off the hood was a clown with oil paint on his face. His green hair was like a dangerous chemical, exuding a sinister smell.

The purple long trench coat and trousers, the green tie, and the dark leather shoes, matched with his pale face, seemed to make people feel uncomfortable.

The Joker put his hands behind his back and quietly put his head close to Jason's ear, "Batman won't come to save you, Jason."

Jason struggled in a panic and told the clown, as if telling himself, "No, he will definitely come!"

The Joker showed a sad but serious expression, "It's been six months, Jason, it's time to face reality."

"screw you!"

The Joker seemed satisfied with Jason's reaction, let out a penetrating laugh, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's this kind of spirit, you're really like an old bat, but it won't do you any good. what!"

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Jason gritted his teeth and jumped these words out of his mouth.

The Joker, like chatting with an old friend, touched his pale cheek with his palm, touched Jason's shoulder, and used him as a support for his body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. You're my partner now. Think about it, you and I, go out on the street, start a fight, let the weak not Fight back, we're like an unbreakable dynamic duo."

The Joker licked his lips and added, "Like old Bat and his new sidekick, look, your Batman forgot you, he has a new boy."

As if afraid that Jason would not believe it, he took out a photo and handed it to Jason. This is a photo of Batman and three generations of Robin-Tim Drake.

"No..." Jason's tone was weeping.

The Joker looked at the photo carefully, as if he had discovered his favorite treasure, "You really think so? So Batman isn't coming? Strange, those pointed ears are usually always active."

The Joker enjoyed Jason's collapse, but his expression seemed to have a hint of pity, "I don't want to show you that picture, I really don't want to, but that's the only way to stop you."

He walked in front of Jason, conjured a crowbar from his sleeve like a conjuration, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and made a golf action.

Using the crowbar as a golf club, aiming in a certain direction, he said to Jason, "I know it hurts, but sometimes cruelty is kindness."

Tom!

The Joker suddenly threw the crowbar on Jason's chest and slid back the chair he hit.

......

Jason finally recalled one thing, and that was his name—Jason Todd!

That guy, the guy called the Joker, he's still alive, his memory tells him!

And he also remembered his purpose - to kill Batman!

Because of love and hate, Jason is full of hatred for this Batman who abandoned him and loved him as a father since childhood. Not because he abandoned himself, but because he also allowed the clown to live!

His mental memory was severely damaged. After Jason Todd, who climbed out of the dead's grave, determined his goal, UU's confused eyes instantly became clear.

He walked out of the alley, grabbed a passerby and asked, "What is this place?"

Passers-by looked at the fierce Jason and swallowed, "Brooklyn... Brooklyn Sunset Park."

Jason, whose memory was damaged, did not notice the difference between New York and Gotham, and continued to ask innocent passersby, "Where is Batman?"

"I...I don't know, but I have a newspaper here, and I just seem to see a report on Batman. Here, man, don't hurt me, I can give you the money in my pocket."

"Keep it for yourself!"

Jason let go of the passerby and snatched the newspaper from his hand.

The title of the first edition caught his eye at once - "The people of the motherland once again came forward to subdue the super terrorists in the Middle East and delivered an inspiring speech!"

"A native of the motherland?"

Jason looked at the flying close-up of the motherlander on the front page of the newspaper, and frowned slightly, "I remember that he seems to be called Superman with this dress and characteristics. Why is he called the motherlander?"

Jason can't tell the difference between Gotham and New York now, and even Superman forgot.

I guess I don't even remember Batman's real name now!

Shaking his head, suppressing the doubts in his heart, he continued to look at the second edition.

The second edition of the news is about the gangster fire incident on Kennedy Street in Manhattan, probably related to Batman.

"Triad, Kennedy Street, Iron Tiger, Batman!"

After Jason repeated these words several times, he tore the newspaper to shreds!

"Very well, Batman, prepare for the wrath of the reborn vengeful ghost!"

Even if Jason is resurrected from the dead, he still can't change the second in his bones.

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