Chapter 1465: Birds and Return (10)

In front of the new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Red Robin grabbed Bruce's arm and said, "Batman, it's so late, why are you going to Arkham? Is there another madman running out?"

The Red Hood was kicking the stones next to the wall with some boredom and said: "It's useless to ask him. Anyway, he will only tell you that this is part of the plan... Hey, Batman! Don't expect me to be like this." I'm following you like a follower, and I'm leaving!"

After the red hood finished speaking, he turned around and walked out along the wall. Red Robin rushed up to pull him. The two heard Bruce say from behind: "I'm here to get the letter my teacher left for me before he left. If you really don't want to Come on, I'll call Jack and ask him to turn around and take you back to Wayne Manor."

The two of them immediately stood at attention behind Bruce, and Red Robin shook his head like a rattle: "No need!"

Bruce pushed open the door of the new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and the two Robins followed him. Red Robin lowered his voice and said, "Let me just say that this Batman is not normal."

"The clown is not normal! I spent every second in the car guessing where the bomb remote control was, but Damian was still able to sleep?!"

"You should say that he actually let Batman hug him." Red Robin grinned, quickened his pace, and brought his head together with the Red Hood's. The two of them looked at Damian who was held in Bruce's arms at the same time. .

Damian's hands were wrapped around Bruce's neck, his body pressed against his chest, and his chin rested on his shoulder. He grinned when he saw the disapproving looks cast by the two Robins behind him. He showed a wicked and proud smile.

Misfortune comes from comparison. If he is the only one who is frightened by a clown, he will indeed be very depressed. If two unlucky people are also frightened by a clown, then his depression will be greatly alleviated. If Not only were these two unlucky guys frightened by the clown, they didn't sleep or eat most of the night, and they had to wait behind Batman to work. Then this depression would turn into happiness.

Damian is indeed very happy now.

He will not let his biological father from the main universe hug him until he dies. He firmly believes that they are not that close, but if it is the younger version of Batman from another universe, there is room for negotiation, and this Batman only hugs him, and even He didn't spare a glance at the other two Robins.

Feelings of pride kept sprouting in Damian's heart, gradually breaking through the calm, peaceful and far-reaching mental training he had received. The psychological defenses provided by those killer trainings that should not belong to this age group were weakening, but he himself did not. Realize this.

Damian knew that every Robin had dreamed of being hugged by Batman. Although their instinctive reaction must be shock and rejection, the heat provided by that brief moment of hug was enough for them to leap across the endless vastness. Snowfield.

And now he was being held by Batman, hugging him very tightly and for a long time. Damian convinced himself in his heart that this was not his biological father anyway. This Batman was still young anyway, and he was waiting for their universe. He'd leave once that was settled, and they'd probably never see each other again anyway.

These were all the reasons he found for himself to put down all precautions and stay quietly in Bruce's arms. After convincing himself, he could feel the great safety that he could get by staying in Batman's arms. feel.

If he's in Batman's arms, no one in the world can hurt him because he's Batman.

After the killer instinct relaxed, when Bruce's hand patted his back, Damian only felt a solid and powerful support, which even made him feel sleepy in a strange environment.

"Are you sleepy?" Bruce's low voice was like a lullaby. Damian had never heard Batman speak at such a close distance. The low vibrato echoed in the empty and dark corridor, and the sound field was clear and near. And hazy.

"You can go back to sleep. I'll ask Alfred to pick us up after we get our things." Bruce said.

Damian narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not asleep. He just rested his head on Bruce's shoulder and asked, "Will we go back to your manor?"

"certainly."

"Then you'll send me back to my room?"

"Not necessarily. Elsa just learned to sleep on her own in February last year. She slept with Selena when Selena was here, and then Dick and I."

"Why is this happening?"

"Because she is a child." Bruce carried Damian and walked forward without looking at him. He just said as if telling a common sense: "Children should sleep with adults when they are young. You didn't sleep with yours?" Did your parents live in the same room?"

"The two of them haven't even lived in the same room." Damian deliberately blew the air out of his pursed lips, making a series of strange noises, and then said: "And I don't sleep much, most of the time All the time is spent in class.”

Damian thought Bruce would ask him what was going on, but Bruce didn't ask him anything. He just hugged him up a little more and said, "Then you can sleep in my room when you go back tonight, but you can't let Aisha know." , otherwise you will be bitten by her."

"What happened to her? I mean those fangs..."

Damian regretted asking this question. He shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question to a strange Batman whom he had just met. Damian suddenly felt panic in his heart. Batman had just agreed to sleep with him tonight. Would he regret his offense?

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Damian felt lost when he thought of this possibility, but he didn't understand why he was like this. This was obviously not his biological father. The relationship between them was destined to be short-lived. What's wrong with sleeping in the same room?

But he couldn't help but secretly wonder, is he the only Robin who can sleep in Batman's room? If he is indeed the only one who gets this special treatment, is it because he is excellent or because he is obedient?

"Elsa is my daughter." Bruce's tone was flat, as if he was stating a fact: "But her life story may be a little strange, and it will take a while to explain it."

"Hehe, Batman said the same thing when I first went to the Batcave." Damian turned his head to a different direction and leaned on Bruce's shoulder, and then he found that he had rubbed Bruce's shoulder with his cheek before leaning over.

This action was too intimate, and Damian broke out in a cold sweat in his sleepiness, but soon he was immersed in Bruce's words again.

"It doesn't mean that there is nothing to explain, but if I say it, but it's not comprehensive, people may misunderstand her. It's better not to explain it than to explain it in a hurry and narrow explanation that may have omissions."

"Do you think so?" Damian couldn't help asking.

"Yes, if it's not this reason, what else could it be? Avoiding reality and not wanting to explain? Refusing to explain because of ashamed of your appearance and my own behavior?"

Damian laughed a little lowly, without the sharp and evil tone before, but with a childish and naive tone. He laughed and said: "Of course not, Batman will not avoid reality, nor will he feel ashamed, because he is Batman."

"Then maybe that's the case. If I want you to understand Aisha, then I will find a formal occasion and use ample time to explain this matter, instead of hurriedly explaining it and causing many unnecessary misunderstandings."

Damian fell silent, as if he was recalling something. When he reacted, he patted Bruce with his hand. The side of his arm said: "When did the two of them disappear?"

"When we entered the hospital and passed the second intersection." Bruce shook his head gently and said: "They didn't follow."

"Then why don't you go find them?"

"I have my own things to do." Bruce took Damian to the elevator and said: "If I want to find them, I have to send you back first, otherwise I will be too busy."

"Too exaggerated!" Damian propped himself up, looked at him sideways and said: "Or do you think I am a burden to you? Let me go, let me go!"

"You'd better stay honest." Bruce frowned slightly, and Batman's common expression flashed on his face, which made Damian stiff for a moment, but he soon found that this serious expression was not directed at him.

Damian heard the footsteps of high heels coming from far away, and before he could react, Bruce held him and opened a door in the corridor at a very fast speed and hid in.

Bruce leaned his back against the door and raised his head, making a silent gesture to Damian. In the silent space, Damian could clearly hear the heartbeats of both people.

Suddenly, Damian shrugged his nose, opened his eyes wide and made a gesture to Bruce, and then he remembered that this was not the Batman he knew, and he might not understand the code of their universe.

But Bruce understood, he nodded to Damian, still signaling him not to make a sound, after a while, the footsteps completely disappeared, and Bruce gently opened the door.

There were no high-heeled footprints on the corridor outside the door, but there was a long fresh bloodstain. Damian's gesture meant that he smelled blood and someone had just died.

Standing outside the door, Bruce looked around, and continued to walk forward while holding Damian as if he was relieved, but Damian could no longer stay. He struggled hard for two times, then looked at Bruce's face and said, "Someone died, and the murderer just walked over!"

"I know."

"Then why don't you investigate?"

"If I didn't bring you with me, I would do this."

"I'm not a burden to you!" Damian struggled even harder.

"I didn't say you are." Bruce held Damian tightly with his arms, preventing him from jumping off his body, and stroked his back with his hand.

"It's dangerous here."

"You just think..."

"I mean, you have to save your strength to protect me from the dangers we may encounter later."

Damian broke out in a cold sweat. He grabbed Bruce's sleeve tightly and turned to look at him. His serious expression showed that he was not joking.

Batman needs protection? This is simply the funniest joke he has ever heard, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

The lights were on in the last room they passed in the corridor, and Damian, who was held in Bruce's arms, was just tall enough to see the scene in the ward through the window -

The silhouettes of three human limbs hanging on the hooks were clearly visible, two male legs and a female arm, which were still dripping with blood. A burly figure was facing the bed with his back to the window, as if cutting something.

The strong smell of blood almost made Damian's sense of smell go awry. The dual stimulation of vision and smell made his heart beat faster and faster. At this time, Bruce's embrace became his only source of security.

In stark contrast to his previous struggle to get away, Damian hugged Bruce's arms tightly and asked in a trembling tone in his ear: "...What's going on here?"

"Don't be afraid, we'll leave after we get the things, nothing will happen."