"Purple-gray pearls..."
Miaomiao pouted and explained a little reluctantly, "Gray in a pearl means I'm... unhappy... Put it together with the blue-violet pearls, and it can balance out that temper of yours."
"My temper..."
Fine, Jason had to admit he had a temper. Even before his resurrection, Jason, the little hoodlum born in Crime Alley, had never been the gentle type-
His first official encounter with Batman had involved getting caught red-handed stealing the Batmobile's tires, then having the nerve to swing a crowbar at their owner!
"Fine, but I'm still going to refu-mmph..."
The little merfolk, whose patience left something to be desired, couldn't wait any longer. She raised the cup of "pearl milk tea" and poured it straight into Jason's mouth. Only after forcing him to drink it did she blink her big, dark, grape-like eyes, her face a picture of innocence. "What were you about to say? I didn't catch that."
Jason, who had nearly choked, thought, She absolutely did that on purpose!
Although the process hadn't been particularly pleasant, this special Merfolk edition of pearl milk tea worked immediately.
The warmth first spread from the bruise on his side. Jason raised an eyebrow and lifted his shirt a little. The large patch of bruising seemed to have been put on fast-forward, rapidly dispersing, growing lighter and fainter until it vanished completely.
That day, Jason had a good night's sleep for the first time in ages. His dreams no longer held that dark, cold old warehouse, the swinging crowbar, the splattering blood, or that manic laughter.
He seemed to have become a fish, a fish in the sea, flicking his tail as he swam with a school through the boundless ocean.
There was no pain, no anger, no resentment, no evil-only endless acceptance and peace.
When he