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Chapter 163 The Best Day of My Life

Chapter 163 The Best Day of My Life (The End) 5k

Being caught red-handed is a very embarrassing thing.

Jason didn't know if Oz would feel embarrassed, but he certainly felt quite ashamed at that moment.

So Jason pretended to cough.

The sound suddenly echoed throughout the empty bat cave.

Crow stood there, stunned, and without turning around, rubbed his butt. The vanished Batmobile reappeared in the same spot.

Then there was a loud bang.

Crow perched on Jason's shoulder and exclaimed dramatically, "Wow, what a cool Batmobile! The Ultimate Bat! I'm a fan, can I have it?"

Jason rolled his eyes.

Bruce stared at the crow speechlessly.

This crow is even more absurd than that five-dimensional creature, the bat mite, who is inexplicably obsessed with itself.

Of course, Jason is still... lucky to have this crow by his side.

Admittedly, this magical raven has brought a lot of chaos to Gotham tonight.

But this chaos is more like a makeshift circus performance.

They were all forced to participate, watching the performance with complete bewilderment.

I was fine watching, but then the performer on stage grabbed my hand.

Eh?

How did I end up in the center of the stage?

Damn it!

Who put this red nose on me?!

"You still kept this car?"

Jason walked towards the area where the Batmobiles were parked and stopped in front of one that looked a bit outdated but still had a cool design.

This is the Batmobile from which he once removed the tires.

There are so many unforgettable memories here.

I really don't know how Dick made the decision to leave.

Jason couldn't resist reaching out to touch the surface of the vehicle, feeling its matte texture.

"Don't drive this car," Bruce suddenly said.

"Why?" Jason turned to look at him, annoyed. "You wouldn't let me drive before, and now that I'm an adult and planning to leave, I can't even ride a car?!"

"I mean—drive a different Batmobile."

Bruce took out a remote control and gently shook the button.

An opening slowly opened in an open area where the Batmobile was located, and a brand-new Batmobile was lifted out.

Oz's eyes lit up, and he flew over: "The BVS Batmobile! I want this one!!!"

As it spoke, it crawled inside, opened the car door itself, and excitedly flapped its wings at Jason.

"This is the one! This is the one!!!"

Jason crossed his arms and pursed his lips.

The tank is indeed quite cool, with an overall jet-black color, a flat and narrow body, and a tail fin that resembles the wings of a bat, as if it could speed into battle at any moment.

"The newly developed tank is even more advanced than previous models," Bruce briefly explained.

"Then why don't you open it?"

This brand-new Batmobile is indeed much cooler than the previous one, but Jason still wants to drive the old model Batmobile.

As for the reason...

He cherishes the past.

"It was only finalized a few days ago, but we haven't had a chance to use it yet," Bruce said.

"Does that sound like you're blaming me?"

Jason raised an eyebrow and said, then walked to the worktable in the Batcave, picked up a wrench, and headed towards the old-fashioned Batmobile.

Oz poked his head out, looking at the guy with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Not only was the crow puzzled, but Bruce himself was also somewhat confused.

Jason whistled as he approached the Batmobile, then crouched down, humming a tune as he began removing the tires.

"Let's see if my skills have gotten rusty... Aha, I'm still got it!"

After saying that, the wrench fell to the ground with a clang, and Jason picked up a tire and got up, walking towards the Batmobile where Oz was.

"Since you won't let me drive that car away, there's nothing wrong with me removing a tire, right?"

Bruce's lips curled into a slight smile. "You removed the wrong one."

Jason scoffed, "Nonsense! Don't I know better than you which tire I removed?"

"I changed the tires."

Jason paused for a moment, then looked down at the tire he was holding, examined it carefully, and drew a conclusion.

"What's the point of lying to me?!"

Unfortunately, when he looked up again, Bruce had already left the spot and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

Jason looked up at the top of the rocky stairs and saw Bruce. He immediately shouted, "He's leaving already?! Aren't you going to say anything to me?!"

"You weren't planning to say anything to me before you left, so why should I?"

Bruce's voice drifted down from above.

Jason was so angry his teeth ached, and then the next second, Oz smacked him on the head with a wing.

"You think you're so good at unloading tires?! I'll take you to another universe later, and you can keep unloading them!"

"There's no tire in the world I can't unload!"

Jason snorted and placed the tire in the new Batmobile's storage compartment.

Then he put his hands on his hips and looked at the tire with an air of arrogance.

In the end, it still came back to me.

He thought to himself, preparing to leap into the Batmobile, but then suddenly stopped.

Oz couldn't take it anymore. "Are you coming or not?! If you keep this up, I'm not taking you with me!!!"

"Let's go now, let's go now."

Jason looked away from the display case containing the damaged Robin uniform and got into the car with a relaxed tone.

Jason glanced at the buttons on the console, pressed one lightly, and slowly closed the car door.

He then gripped the steering wheel tightly, his chest heaving slightly.

This appears to be the first time in his life that he has driven the Batmobile.

Little did he know that his first time driving would be when he was preparing to leave Gotham.

Fate...

I wonder if Bruce gave Dick a Batmobile when he left Gotham; I doubt it.

Jason hummed to himself and started the Batmobile.

The headlights of the tank suddenly blazed up, illuminating the dim environment ahead.

Boom—

Feeling the roar of the tank's engines, Jason turned to look at Oz, raising an eyebrow. "Ready?" he asked.

gogogo!!

The brand-new Batmobile accelerated in place and performed a drift, looking like a professional driver was controlling the vehicle with graceful movements.

Then, its tail flames shot out again, accelerating a second time, and it became a blur as it headed towards the exit of the bat cave!

Inside the tunnel, the exhilarating roar of engines filled the air.

"This is absolutely awesome!!!"

Jason couldn't help but press the accelerator down a little more, and the passing scenery turned into blurry shadows.

He felt as excited as a hippie, engaged in an illegal street race!

"I want to drive too! I want to drive too! I want to drive too!!!" Crow shouted along.

"Can your legs reach that? Why are you driving?"

Jason wouldn't give up such a rare opportunity to drive the Batmobile to Oz now.

"Wow, when I see Little Bee, I'm definitely going to tell him all about you! And I've decided not to tell you what's going to happen next!!!"

Ya Ya leaned against the passenger seat, hugging her wings, closing her eyes, exuding a melancholy aura.

"I'll open it for you in a bit... By the way, what do you mean by not telling me what will happen next?"

Jason eased off the accelerator slightly, noticing that the in-car instruments had detected a heat source at the tunnel entrance ahead.

So he slowed down the Batmobile and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Surely no one would be foolish enough to wait for someone at the exit of the Bat Cave, right?

Thinking this, not long after, the Batmobile drove out of the tunnel, and Jason saw the source of heat.

It turns out to be...

"Superman??? What are you doing here?!"

Jason rolled down the car window and stuck his head out. Crow followed suit, babbling, "Given that this vehicle looks just like the BVS, he'll definitely say something like, 'Next time the Bat-shaped lights come on in the night sky, don't go there anymore. The bat is dead; bury it.' Then you'll say, 'Tell me, will you bleed?'"

"???"

Jason pushed Oz's little mouth away; heaven knows what's going on in that guy's head.

Superman exuded an even more resentful aura than Oz had before. He rested his hands on his chin and glanced sideways at the man and the crow.

"Someone woke me up in the middle of the night to tell you something."

"Me?" Jason asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Someone" most likely refers to Bruce.

But he and Superman don't have much to talk about.

He still vividly remembers the time he was yelled at by him.

Even though he was under control at the time, the image of a berserk Kryptonian staring at you with his scarlet eyes and then yelling at you is still vivid.

Jason felt he would never forget it in his lifetime.

"Listen carefully, child, here's what happened."

Superman, like a friendly older brother next door, leaned against the car door and told Jason a story from the past.

"After you were killed by the Joker..."

The clown wants me to meet him at the United Nations headquarters.

But why?

What is he planning?

Even after killing my Robin, are you still trying to create more chaos?

I will not allow you to continue going crazy.

I used to use your mental instability as an excuse to believe that you weren't inherently evil.

But I won't do that anymore today.

batman.

"Batman!"

A sea of fire erupted on the surging water, and after the shout, Batman suddenly opened his eyes underwater.

Then, in an instant, his vision blurred, and he suddenly appeared at the dock of the harbor.

Wet droplets pattered onto the ground, and Batman, without looking up, said, "I can swim up myself."

"Of course, of course, I know, because you're Batman."

A man with an "S" on his chest floated in mid-air, his red cape fluttering in the wind behind him.

Batman wiped his mouth and asked, "Where is his body?"

Superman sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Would you believe me if I said I couldn't find it?"

Batman stared at him coldly.

Superman landed and stood face to face with Batman.

He said, "That's right. As soon as the helicopter crashed into the water, I immediately used X-ray vision to search the area and I didn't see the Joker."

"He vanished as if into thin air, without a trace."

"That's impossible."

Batman said coldly, "He was shot in the chest by his terrified henchmen and was completely immobilized in the cabin. There was no reason for him to escape the helicopter."

"I believe you, Bruce, but please believe me too, I really didn't see him," Superman replied.

The two stood facing each other in silence.

Half an hour earlier, a clown who had inexplicably become a national ambassador carried out a terrorist attack at the United Nations headquarters.

The Joker attempted to contaminate all the officials present with poison gas, but was instead absorbed by Superman in disguise.

It was as if he had anticipated this outcome, or perhaps this madman always had a backup plan.

While Superman was releasing the poison gas, he activated the bomb that had been planted in the venue beforehand.

Fortunately, Superman wasn't the only superhero present; Batman, who had recently lost his son and was planning to settle things with the Joker, was also there.

He prevented the explosion from happening.

During their chase with the clown, they arrived at a rooftop.

A helicopter was waiting above the rooftop; those were the Joker's henchmen.

The battle between Batman and the Joker naturally expanded from the rooftop to inside the helicopter cabin.

Bullets don't have eyes. During the fight between Batman and the Joker, a bullet grazed Batman's arm and pierced the Joker's chest.

Meanwhile, the chaotic battle also resulted in the death of the helicopter pilot, and the helicopter crashed into the water.

Batman, who had fallen into the water along with him, was pulled out by Superman after he had released the poison gas.

It seems to be the same every time.

The battle between Batman and the Joker always ends with the Joker's inevitable death.

However, after some time, the Joker will reappear in Batman's sight.

They will never be truly clean.

Batman was certain that this time would be no exception.

"Bruce, I read the newspapers. They reported that Jason Todd died in a warehouse explosion in Ethiopia."

Superman stepped forward, patted his friend on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "I am deeply sorry. He is a good kid."

Batman closed his eyes and sighed, "Jason was the best Robin, but he was killed by the Joker."

Upon hearing this, Superman hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "I believe your statements are true, so let's make sure we both stick to that principle, okay?"

Batman glanced at the big blue guy, then turned and left.

Superman quickly followed and continued, "Please, Bruce, don't do this, you can't... I know it's disrespectful to say this, but I'm sorry... you know."

"I've had that idea, Clark."

Batman had countless images of his battles with the Joker flashing through his mind.

"But each time, he always manages to find a new way to live even when death seems inevitable."

"I don't know what caused him to survive, but this time, I really wanted to kill him. Fortunately, someone did it for me. Unfortunately, he disappeared right under your nose, so he will reappear in the future."

After listening to his friend's words, Superman silently patted him on the shoulder.

"Bruce..."

"Stop spouting your Boy Scout talk. I know what I need to do from now on."

I meant to say, your arm is still bleeding...

"That's how it is. He did intend to avenge you, son."

Superman sighed, looked at the somewhat silent Jason, and continued, "But you know... some things are complicated. He loves you."

Jason asked, "So he called you here in the middle of the night to wait for me just to say this?"

"Who knows what he's thinking? Yes, he made me come all this way just to tell you all this, even though he could have told you himself." Superman was utterly speechless.

Jason leaned back in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

This is very much in line with Bruce's style; he could have told himself this fact much earlier.

But he simply wouldn't do that.

Nobody knows what he was thinking.

"Okay, thank you," Jason said.

"You're welcome. Just don't hate me anymore. That was just an accident, you know that," Superman laughed.

Jason hummed in agreement.

Superman suddenly noticed a crow perched on his shoulder.

"Hey, Tomorrow Boy, I have a question for you," said Crow.

"What?" Superman turned to look at the talking crow.

"If a tornado appeared in front of you, and your dad happened to be there, would you save the dog or your dad?"

Superman really wanted to give this dead bird a heat vision; what kind of weird questions were those?!

"Answer now! The Coming One!!!"

Crow shook Superman's head, only to find that the head of this man of steel did not move at all.

"I will save them all."

Superman, whether he's kind-hearted or not, answered this foolish question.

"And this question is really stupid. If you weren't Jason's crow, I would definitely punch you!"

"Oh ho!? You actually intend to attack Lord Crow?!"

"Look at the ridiculous questions you're asking!"

In the end, Jason had no choice but to call out to Oz and pull him back into the Batmobile from Superman's shoulder.

After sealing the crow's mouth, Jason turned back to Superman, his tone sincere.

"Thank you again for telling me this."

"I'll say it again: please don't hate me, okay? I'm leaving now."

Superman's body floated up from the ground, then suddenly remembered something and reminded, "Remember not to drive too fast."

.good."

"I'm gone."

As Superman left, Jason slumped his head against the steering wheel.

His emotions at that moment were indescribable.

The farewell between father and son doesn't seem to involve face-to-face communication like other relationships.

Unlike your mother, your father won't tell you to remember to come back and visit often. Instead, he will silently watch you leave, saying nothing and saying nothing.

Perhaps the words were stuck in his throat; he tried to say the same words as his mother, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to speak.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy about this? Batman really does want to avenge you."

"I didn't say I was unhappy..."

Jason lowered his head and smiled, then said, "I just feel that everything that happened today... was just right for me."

Oz asked in confusion, "Just right what?"

"It was just the right moment for me to say that."

"What did you say?"

"This is absolutely the best day of my life."

(A long-awaited bonus moment)

Jason stood before the colossal creature, unable to resist raising his hand to his brow and squinting as he observed it.

A moment later, he turned to look at Oz.

"Is that the Batmobile?!"