My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Eyes opened, the goal is a cloudy sky.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, and the lost sanity also began to return.

His head was buzzing, as if he had been hit hard by something.

Trying to recall my previous experience, but found that it seemed like a mass of paste, and I couldn't recall it no matter what.

He stood up and looked around blankly.

The desolate, corrupt and old city is like a huge garbage dump.

The rotten smell almost made him want to vomit.

This is an alley full of garbage and sundries.

Hiding in the corners of the city, quietly waiting for corruption to die.

"who I am?"

He Nan Nan said to himself.

"Jason? Is that his name? Yes, I vaguely remember this, it should be my name."

The young man with shaggy hair, severe mental impairment, confused memory and delirious mind recalled his name.

He tapped his head hard, trying to recall more things.

The memory flashes back a fragment.

He was strapped to a chair in a back room, with a hood covering his head, and his vision was dark.

Desperately yelling for help, "Is there anyone? Please...please help me?"

Fragments are fragmented and incomplete, and the memory disappears as soon as it appears.

Immediately following the next fragment.

Lying in a pool of blood, he yelled loudly, "No, don't do this again, please, don't do this to her again, she is innocent, please."

"For God's sake, do it to me, do it quickly!"

Jason's head hurt more and more, and the memory fragments disappeared without a trace like TV snowflakes.

"Is that me?"

Am I the guy tied up in a dark room with a hood on his head?

Jason was in doubt.

There was no doubt for too long, and the memory returned to his mind again.

This time he was finally able to recall more things, and he was 100% sure that the person tied to the chair was himself.

Because the hood of the person tied to the chair was lifted off, revealing the bloody face.

That face is me!

Uncovering the hood is a clown with oil paint on his face. His green hair is like a dangerous chemical, exuding a strange smell.

The purple long windbreaker and trousers, green tie, and dark leather shoes, matched with his pale skin, looked uncomfortable.

With his hands behind his back, the clown quietly put his head close to Jason's ear, "Batman won't come to save you, Jason."

Jason struggled in a panic, telling the clown, as if he was telling himself, "No, he will definitely come!"

The clown showed a sad but serious expression, "It's been six months, Jason, it's time to face reality."

"screw you!"

The clown seemed very satisfied with Jason's reaction, let out a piercing laugh, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, "That's the spirit, you really look like an old bat, but it won't do you any good ah!"

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Jason gritted his teeth and popped these words out of his mouth.

As if chatting with an old friend, the clown touched his pale cheek with his palm, and touched Jason's shoulder, allowing him to use him as a support for his body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. You're my partner now. Think about it, you and I, walking down the street, starting fights, making the weak Fight back, we are like an unbreakable pair of dynamic duo."

The Joker licked his lips and added, "Like the old Bat with his new hen, look, your Batman forgot about you, he's got a new boy."

It seemed that he was afraid that Jason would not believe it.

He took out a photo and handed it to Jason. It was a photo of Batman and the third Robin—Tim Drake.

"No..." Jason's tone was crying.

The Joker looked at the photo carefully, as if he had discovered his favorite baby, "You really think so? So Batman isn't coming? Strange, that pointy ear is always active."

The clown enjoyed Jason's breakdown, but his expression seemed to have a trace of pity, "I don't want to show you that picture, I really don't want to, but that's the only way to stop you."

He walked in front of Jason, conjured a crowbar out of his sleeve as if by magic, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and played golf.

Using the crowbar as a golf club, aiming in a certain direction, he said to Jason, "I know it hurts, but sometimes cruelty is kindness."

Tom!

The Joker suddenly slammed the crowbar onto Jason's chest, and slid him and the chair backwards.

 …

Jason finally remembered one thing, and that was his name—Jason Todd!

That guy, the guy called the Joker, he's alive, his memory tells him!

And he also remembered his purpose - to kill Batman!

From love to hatred, Jason was full of hatred for this Batman who abandoned him and loved him as a father since he was a child. Not because he abandoned himself, but because he allowed the clown to live!

The mental memory was severely damaged. Jason Todd, who crawled out of the grave of the dead, determined his goal, and his confused eyes instantly became clear.

He strolled out of the alley, grabbed a passerby casually, and asked, "What is this place?"

Passers-by looked at the ferocious Jason and swallowed, "Brooklyn...Brooklyn Sunset Park."

Jason, whose memory was damaged, didn't notice the difference between New York and Gotham, and continued to ask innocent passers-by, "Where is Batman?"

"I...I don't know, but I have a newspaper here, I just saw a report about Batman, here, man, don't hurt me, I can give you the money in my pocket."

"Keep the flowers for yourself!"

Jason let go of the passerby and snatched the newspaper from his hand.

The title of the first page immediately caught his eyes - "The people of the motherland once again came forward to subdue the super terrorists in the Middle East and delivered an inspiring speech!"

"Motherlander?"

Jason looked at the close-up of the flying Apsaras of the motherlander on the front page of the newspaper, and frowned slightly, "I remember his appearance and characteristics, I think he is called Superman, why is he called the motherlander?"

Jason can't tell the difference between Gotham and New York now, and even Superman has forgotten.

I guess I don't even remember Batman's real name now!

Shaking his head, suppressing the doubts in his heart, he continued to look at the second edition.

The second edition of the news was about the gang fire on Kennedy Street in Manhattan, probably related to Batman.

"Triad, Canal Street, Iron Tiger, Batman!"

After Jason repeated these words several times, he tore the newspaper to pieces!

"Very well, Batman, prepare for the wrath of the reborn Avenger!"

Even if Jason dies and comes back to life, he still can't change the secondary school in his bones.