Batman finally noticed Jason's emotional turmoil, along with his clenched fists.
"So... everything you said... was just for... this vial?"
Jason had no idea how to describe what he was feeling.
Perhaps he had been disappointed too many times deep down. When Bruce said those words, he wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he felt a sense of Just as I thought.
See? The Old Bat was still the same Old Bat. He hadn't changed one bit.
No! He was even more cunning, even more hateful!
His surging fury swept away his reason like a flood bursting through a dam, impossible to hold back any longer.
That day, the Old Bat and the Red Bird returned covered in injuries yet again.
Still awake, Miaomiao saw the bruises on Bruce's handsome face and let out a piercing shriek.
"Who?! Who hurt you?! Was it that Black Mask?! I'll go beat him up!"
"It's all right, Miaomiao..." Bruce raised his hand to stop the Little Merfolk, who was desperate to avenge him, and pulled at the injury on his shoulder. He sucked in a sharp breath.
Miaomiao rushed over at once, watching as Bruce removed his Bat-Armor with Alfred's help, exposing his injuries.
"Ah!"
Miaomiao's eyes reddened.
The body before her was covered in all kinds of scars, deep and shallow, old and new. Even at a rough glance, there were no fewer than a hundred.
Back on the Deserted Island, Bruce had still been wearing a shirt, and he had changed into the robe inside the shelter. This was the first time Miaomiao had seen the injuries on his body with nothing concealing them.
Miaomiao could make out several of the most obvious scars-there was a distinct mark along his spine, probably caused by a spinal fracture; three round scars on his