For a moment, immense pain flooded Batman's heart.
Once...
Yes, once...
He had already lost this child once before...
In that dark old warehouse, amid the blows of a cold crowbar and a merciless explosion...
He still remembered cradling his child in his arms, only to find him covered in wounds, without a trace of life...
Grief, pain, regret, anger...
In the end, they became endless self-reproach and guilt-
If only I had noticed how he was feeling sooner...
If only I had realized something was wrong in time...
If only I had gotten there just a little faster...
If only...
Countless ifs could not change the one cold reality.
How many times had he dreamed in the dead of night of that child standing there, drenched in blood, without a single patch of unbroken skin, his blue eyes brimming with disappointment-
Why didn't you save me?!
Why didn't you avenge me?!
How could you let the man who killed me keep walking free?!
Why... why... why?!!!
He woke with a start and stared at the scraps of Robin's uniform displayed in the Batcave. Again and again, the dried blood on them stabbed at his eyes, yet not once could he answer the questions the child asked in his dreams.
I am an unfit father.
I brought my child into this world, but I failed to protect him. I couldn't even avenge him.
I am the world's...
Worst father...
The next day, after a wonderfully restful night's sleep in the Water Room at Wayne Manor, Miaomiao felt completely refreshed.
Ah, sleeping in a big bed was so comfortable! It was so much better than a bathtub! :ஐ٩(๑´ᵕ`)۶ஐ:
But that thought inevitably reminded Miaomiao of Taotao again. No, Jason.
Miaomiao could not understand it. Every little detail made it clear that