The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 146 Say Hello to Other Batmen

"Young Master Bruce, counting yesterday's 24 hours, you haven't slept for at least two days..."

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Alfred, the butler, approached Batman with a worried expression and described his physical condition.

However, the Dark Knight of Gotham seemed not to hear him.

He remained silent in front of the Bat computer, using the cameras he had placed in various corners of the city to conduct a search.

It's like searching for someone's figure.

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Alfred sighed softly, placed the cup of tea that could relieve fatigue on the table, silently put away the tea tray, and left.

Batman was left alone sitting in front of the Batcomputer.

The fluorescent blue light emanating from the supercomputer shone on the face beneath Batman's mask.

His beard seemed to be related to his current mood, as it was now covered in stubble.

After a while.

The Bat PC beeped, signaling a voice communication.

Batman answered immediately.

Then Superman's voice came from the other end of the communication.

"What happened, Bruce?"

"I need your help with something."

"Even so, as long as I can do it."

"Go above the Earth and listen to my heartbeat."

"A heartbeat? Whose is it?"

...Jason Todd.

On the communication channel, Superman's voice sounded somewhat puzzled.

"If I remember correctly, he isn't... Okay, I'll go now, but I don't know what his heartbeat is... Oh, you already sent it to me."

"Thank you, Clark."

"Has something happened, Bruce?"

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Instead of explaining his reasons, Batman hung up on Superman.

He then called another contact.

The contact who answered spoke very quickly, as if it had been pre-recorded.

"Hey, Batman, is that you? Is it an alien invasion or a magical event? I'm already in my uniform and I just ate a whole dozen pizzas, so I'm fully energized and ready to go!"

"Barry, do me a favor."

The endless conversation on the other end of the call was abruptly cut off by Batman's deep voice.

Upon hearing Batman's words, there was a long silence on the other end.

Then a slightly stuttering voice responded.

"Uh... what are you busy with? Are you okay? I mean... you know, okay, what are you busy with?"

Batman didn't respond, but instead sent the other person a picture of Jason that he had previously recorded using the helmet's technology, along with a raven.

After the message was sent, Batman hadn't even spoken yet when the person on the other end spoke first.

"Wait... what is this... what is this crow?"

Batman cut off communication again and switched to sending a message, requesting the other party's help to search for the man and bird in every corner of the planet.

In the time that followed, he called any friends he thought might be able to help him in any way he could.

The requests are mostly the same.

Basically, they all ask them to help them search for Jason and a crow in every corner of the earth.

After half an hour.

The communications that Batman had made started receiving messages.

"Sorry, Bruce... I tried my best to listen, but I didn't find anything. Is something wrong?"

"Uh... I've run around the Earth a dozen times and still haven't found it. Are you alright, Batman?"

"Batman, this is Cyborg. We haven't found any trace of Jason and a raven..."

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"here it is.

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"Feel sorry...

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"Nothing was found..."

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All these people replied with the same message: Sorry Bruce, sorry Batman, sorry I didn't find it...

Batman leaned back in his Batchair, his expression unpredictable.

Jason...

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It's a little earlier.

Somewhere in the world.

Oz swung his wings, flapping them across Jason's face.

"You brat, what do you think you're doing? You don't really want to die, do you?! The contract isn't over yet!!!"

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Jason was groggily woken up by Oz's slap, his eyes somewhat vacant as he stared at the red-eyed raven in front of him.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why? Why?" Oz tilted his head.

"There's no harm in me dying again, so why won't you let me die?" Jason said.

"Morgan Freeman! What on earth is going on in your little brain?!"

Oz no longer cared about the half-fallen feather; he realized that tackling this little bird was far more difficult than he had imagined.

At first, he thought that a lucid Jason would kill the Joker in front of Batman, and then the father and son would break up.

The results of it?

The result was that he did kill the Joker in front of Batman, but the guy himself was also suicidal and had no intention of continuing to live!

"So what if you don't understand your father's beliefs?! Is it really necessary to try to kill yourself?!"

Oz angrily slapped Jason across the face. He felt that his act of restoring Jason's sanity was worse than not restoring it at all.

Jason, who is in good mental condition, seems even crazier than Jason, who is in a mental breakdown!

It wouldn't be a problem to have this guy pack up and go play the new Jason in "Friday the 13th," would it?

Okay, that might not be the right way to put it.

But Oz believes that things have turned out completely unexpectedly!

What Ya Ya meant was that this kid shouldn't have such a death wish.

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Jason lay motionless on the ground.

Hearing Oz's words, he fell silent for a moment.

He then decided to tell Oz the words he hadn't been able to say to Batman.

"I always thought that after the Joker killed me, I would be the last person Bruce let go of, allowing this madman to continue hurting others."

Crow plopped down on Jason's chest. Hearing Little Jay's words, he couldn't help but think of a certain maniacal, laughing psychopath.

Everything was within his calculations...

Alas!

How disgusting!

The DC universe is indeed incredibly dark!

"If it had been Bruce who was beaten to a pulp by the Joker, if it had been Bruce who was taken from this world... I would search everywhere, even if it meant digging three feet into the ground, to find this pathetic, death-worshipping evil trash."

"Then I'll personally send the clown to hell."

"Looking back now, it seems I've succeeded."

"Hard to say," Oz replied casually.

"What?" Jason stood up slightly, staring intently at Oz.

"Nothing much, I mean, how are you feeling now that you've killed the clown?" Oz asked.

Jason remained silent, then lay back down without responding.

After a while.

He sighed, "It's hard to describe the feeling. It's a pity I didn't get to talk to him about anything. Of course, after killing so many people in Gotham, he probably wouldn't give me that chance."

After saying that, Jason chuckled and then, mimicking Batman's tone, lowered his voice and spoke in a deliberately deep voice.

All he ever says is—Get out of my Gotham, Jason!

He seems quite carefree, but considering his earlier suicidal thoughts, it only makes one feel a little sad.

No wonder he's someone who's died once.

"So you still want to talk to him, right?" Ya Ya asked.

"...Maybe, but I'm not in the mood to see him anymore," Jason replied.

"Then we won't go see him." Oz jumped off Jason's chest, then walked over and patted him on the cheek. "We'll go see the other 'him'."

"What?" Jason frowned, somewhat confused by Oz's reply.

Oz shook his head, then flapped his wings, and a door appeared out of thin air not far away.

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Jason stared at the door that had appeared out of nowhere, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Since you can't get along with him, surely you can get along with other Batmen, right?"

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Oz kicked open the door, revealing a scene of interplay and ever-changing light and shadow, like a flowing abstract painting.

Jason was shocked by what he saw behind the door.

He stood there stunned for a moment, unsure whether he was worried about what kind of world lay behind the door or pondering what Oz had just said.

"Are you leaving?"

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Jason addressed Oz's problem through his actions.

He did have a lot to say to Bruce, but unfortunately Bruce wasn't willing to give him the chance.

Of course, Oz just rolled his eyes when he heard the kid's idea.

These bat family members are all the same, stubbornly believing that the other is stubborn.

As Jason went behind the door, Oz jumped in after him.

Then the door turned into starlight and gradually disappeared.

A few minutes later.

A red figure with golden lightning bolts appeared here.

His appearance brought a gust of wind to the area, causing debris to scatter everywhere.

He observed quickly for a moment, then vanished from the spot as a blur.

And Oz's feather that fell to the ground.

These feathers should have disappeared, but one remained on the ground.

It is a green feather.

Then, at some point later...

Suddenly an eye grew out.

"You mean my butt has the ability to undergo controllable elastic deformation at the molecular level?"

Dick tilted his head back, looking at Tim across from him with an incredulous expression.

Tim, holding a tablet, heard the guy's question, flipped the computer over, and pointed to the data on it.

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"If the data is correct, I think so, Dick, your ass can theoretically be made into any shape."

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Dick roared, "What the hell is this for?!"

"Uh...like a Stretcher?" Tim thought for a moment, then offered Nightwing a possible development path.

"And what about yours?!" Dick asked again.

They had exchanged information; Tim had said that he had also been tricked by that dead crow while he was being held captive by Jason.

They said he received an injection of some kind of serum.

Tim swiped the screen and showed Dick a graph of his body data.

"I'm fine, at most my bodily functions have improved significantly."

Dick stared at the data for a moment, then asked, "Like a super-cyborg?"

"Not quite, but close enough."

"But why is it that only my butt has the power?!"

The two were in a bright and luxurious restaurant, located in Wayne Manor above the Batcave.

In addition, there wasn't much of a lively atmosphere in the manor, so Dick's voice carried far.

"Keep your voice down, Dick."

Barbara Gordon, along with her elderly father, Sheriff Barbara, had arrived at the restaurant of the manor.

Upon seeing the arrival of the "lizard girl," Dick couldn't help but ask, "So, have you figured out why you turned into a lizard monster?"

Upon hearing this, Barbara pinched her brow.

"It's all tied to my emotions. Whenever I get emotional, I turn into a giant lizard."

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Dick was silent at first, then his eyes darted back and forth between Tim and Barbara.

This left the two of them puzzled, and a question mark popped up above their heads at the same time.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?!" Dick exclaimed indignantly. "One person gained enhanced physical abilities, another regained their mobility and the ability to transform into a lizard, but as for me, all I got was a butt!"

"What use is this shapely butt to me?!"

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Normally, they would have laughed heartily, mocking each other's already perky butts, which were now even perkier.

But now, they couldn't quite manage a smile, and despite Dick's outward annoyance, he was actually in deep pain.

"Do you think he's still alive?" Dick suddenly asked.

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Tim thought about it calmly for a moment and then gave his opinion: "Maybe. You know, the second Robin had a magical raven..."

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"But the crow also disappeared, and the clown's remains were blown to pieces, their color almost indistinguishable from coal, but the feeling it gave me..."

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Dick pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "I just feel like something has been taken away."

Barbara couldn't help but frown at Dick's statement.

"You mean there was some kind of virus in the Joker's remains?"

"Maybe...probably...possibly? I don't know." Dick shrugged.

If Dick's statement is true, then this madman probably prepared for the spread of the virus after his death.

That damn clown!

The three of them thought to themselves.

Of course, the information they currently possess is extremely limited.

This is pure speculation, without any actual evidence.

They once thought Jason wanted to kill the Joker in front of Batman.

That was indeed the case, but the results were quite different.

Jason paid with his second life, sending this scumbag to hell.

Batman once again experiences the death of his family.

Although everyone knew that Jason had a magical raven, none of them were entirely certain that Jason was still alive.

While the three were silently contemplating...

Tim suddenly stood up and looked out the window of the independent restaurant at the pitch-black night.

"What's wrong?" Dick and Barbara asked when they saw this.

"I think I saw that crow..."

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"What?!"

Without saying a word, they ran out of the restaurant and came to the outside of the manor almost immediately.

Thanks to Wayne Manor's location, you can have a clear view of the entire Gotham City from here.

As the airship flew overhead, the night view of Gotham came into view.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Dick asked.

"Absolutely not! The color is green!!!" Tim asserted.

"Green? I remember Oz's feathers were more grayish..." Barbara wondered.

The conversation between the three was quickly interrupted by a loud, irritating shout that echoed through the sky.

"Good evening, Gotham! Prepare to welcome your great Lord Raven!!!"

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A strange universe.

The rooftop of a building that looks rather short at first glance, but is actually quite tall.

Jason rolled to steady himself, then looked down at his... C-shaped hand, which was a grasping arc.

Then he looked at the strange city that seemed to be made up of various building blocks.

A huge question mark popped up above his head.

This style of art was completely unexpected; he never imagined it would turn out like this!

"Where did you bring me!?" Jason turned his head and looked at the crow that had turned into a block shape.

As soon as he finished speaking, he could even see a tic-tac-toe symbol pop up above his head.

Oz flapped its wings, its voice filled with grievance: "I'm so sorry, little Gon, I think this universe is perfect for you, waaaaaah, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry... I really know I was wrong, waaaaaah!!!"

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Jason instinctively took a few steps back, his face filled with horror: "You actually said sorry?!"

"Waaaaah, I didn't want to either, but you scolded me! Waaaaaah!"

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Jason remained silent, then looked down at the water droplet-shaped building blocks that had fallen to the ground.

Pat pat—

Is this correct?

He had talked to Oz about who he and that little guy really were, and who had spent the most time with Oz.

The answer is him! (Arrogant)

Because Oz only stayed with that little guy for three months before leaving.

I spent a whole year with him!

It's been a year and a month since then!

Of course, he wasn't addressing this little Peter, whom he had never met before.

Rather, Jason had come to know Oz's personality clearly during that year.

This guy is usually like a naughty child; if you don't do what he wants, he'll do the opposite and make a fuss.

But if you go along with his wishes and praise him excessively, he will be riding high on his success.

And now?

He had never seen Yaya in this state before.

Jason means...

Their politeness made them seem like strangers.

Suddenly.

Jason noticed that a strange, rousing piece of music suddenly started playing all around him.

It's like there are several speakers placed near him, but you can't actually see where they are.

Jason turned his head and saw a small figure shrouded in darkness. Although there was light all around, he couldn't see the figure's true appearance.

"I am the night."

"I am seeking revenge."

"I am Batman!"

Whoosh!

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, illuminating the small bat-like figure.

Jason felt his head explode with a buzzing sound, leaving it completely blank.

"Bruce?!"

The Lego Batman, having finished posing, was immediately stunned.

His head turned left and right like a pulley.

"Who is Bruce?! You evil bastard, trying to use Bruce Wayne, Gotham City's most famous, handsome, richest, and most popular man, to attract Batman's attention?!"

It seems that Batman in every universe looks the same.

They're pretending to talk to you, but they've already thrown out several batarangs!

"That's not a dart! That's a brick!!!"

Jason nimbly dodged, then noticed the word "splat" appearing on the sole of his foot.

What the hell is this?!

The LEGO Batman twirled his cape, seemingly facing no one, and muttered, "Looks like this newbie knows my secret identity, but no problem, Batman has a whopping 113456 ways to deal with this guy!"

He pulled out a block screen that was bigger than himself.

The above is 113456—Batman's countermeasures.

Below are countermeasures for dealing with 0 strangers.

"Who are you talking to?!"

"Sorry everyone, this guy overheard Batman's whisper!"

The LEGO Batman waved his cape and raised his voice: "Who are you!? Stranger, why have you come to my city!"

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Jason pulled the batarang (brick version) out of his head with a pop.

He had managed to dodge them, but these bat-shaped bricks seemed to lock onto him automatically, suddenly embedding themselves in his head, leaving him no chance to escape!

Jason looked up at Oz. "Hey buddy, why are you still crying?!"

What's wrong with you?!

The tears that Ya Ya shed formed a pool of building blocks, which was about to submerge her feet!

What on earth is going on here?!

Oz, what kind of universe did you bring me to?!

Is this Batman?

"Oh!" the LEGO Batman exclaimed in sudden realization.

Jason, confused, asked, "What are you yelling about?!"

"So it was this crow that brought you here, so you're from another dimension," said the Lego Batman.

Jason was even more confused: "How did you know?!"

The LEGO Batman suddenly burst into laughter: "Because I am Batman!"

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