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Chapter 122 I Love You, Mom

Chapter 122 I Love You, Mom

A pub about 30 miles outside London.

Inside the pub, a man and a woman sat facing each other in a corner, with a crow lying on the table, leisurely munching on fries.

"Perhaps I should let you rest for a while?"

Talia swirled her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and smiled at the young man in front of her.

Jason shrugged and replied, "No, I just finished my surveillance duties for today. I just didn't expect you to come, Mother."

I've been training for the death knell for a year now.

Jason learned a lot from the other party.

From basic hand-to-hand combat and killing, then to various cold and hot weapons, and finally to vehicles, both flying and running on the ground.

Batman taught him some of the things he learned, but reviewing them wasn't a problem.

Now is purely a time to test the results of the training.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Deathstroke may have taken advantage of him for free.

Jason wouldn't receive a single penny of the reward for completing the mission.

In the words of Deathstroke...

"This is your tuition fee, and you don't want your mom to spend more money, do you?"

Jason didn't care; he just wanted to study.

Sitting opposite her, Talia leaned forward slightly, her arm resting on the table, and said with considerable interest, "During the year you were with Deathstroke, he reported everything to me. Do you know what I found most interesting?"

Jason blinked. "What?"

"It seems you've started to not care who the victims are anymore."

Jason suddenly chuckled, shook his head, and said, "No, Mother, you didn't observe very carefully, or rather, Slade didn't tell you everything."

Talia nodded curiously: "Tell me about it."

"I always have a reason for taking action."

Jason said, "Take one recent mission, for example. Hall Rost and his two companions were hired by several warring African chiefs to slaughter child scouts."

"More than thirty Boy Scouts died at their hands."

"I know I don't have the power to influence the course of the war, but when they handed over their duties later, they massacred an innocent family."

"A truly innocent family."

Jason spoke lazily, as if the few people he was killing were nothing more than a few ants to be crushed.

He said, "I only take on damn people's missions, and Slade is very unhappy about that. We've argued a lot."

Oz interjected, "I can testify that he always gets a really bad beating after an argument."

Hearing what the crow said, Talia's interest grew even stronger.

She first told Ya Ya, "Let me tell you, fish and chips are really awful."

Ya Ya stuffed a French fry into her mouth: "You don't understand, French fries are the meaning of my life."

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Talia looked at Jason and said, "I'm not criticizing you, my child. I just feel that you've found some new interest in the path of revenge."

"Some things he would never do."

She knew perfectly well why Jason was working so hard; besides studying, he also wanted to prove something to the detective.

And what Jason mentioned.

He fabricated a story about him, Batman, and the Joker.

"Maybe so. I'm different from him. At most, he'll just throw these people in jail."

Jason said, "And me, they did something wrong, I came to fix them, that's all."

Talia smiled and said, "That's exactly what I meant, darling."

Jason couldn't help but yawn; the thirty-six hours of surveillance had left him somewhat listless.

Although you can keep going, you'll subconsciously relax in front of loved ones.

Talia noticed the weariness in Jason's eyes and stopped chatting.

She took out a document and placed it on the table, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, darling, I still don't have any good news about the Joker's whereabouts."

Jason didn't react much to this.

The meaning of "clown" goes beyond the literal meaning; it's more like a character that cannot be fully described in words.

madman?

Can a madman leave no trace in this world?

He thought it was a bit of a joke.

But he's a clown.

So it's not surprising.

Just like Batman is Batman.

"So what is this?"

Jason tore open the seal on the paper bag and took out several sheets of white paper inside.

"You know, it's very difficult to monitor the people around him. This is all the information we've been able to get over the past year."

Talia's voice reached his ears.

Jason didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the name on the page.

Tim Drake.

The new Robin in Batman.

It contains some personal information about Tim Drake, such as his place of residence.

Jason realized that this guy wasn't "picked up" by Batman.

At least he wasn't adopted like him and Dick. (Dick Grayson, the first Robin, is now Nightwing.)

"So how did he become...his Robin?"

Jason looked for a while and found that there wasn't much information about Tim.

It's likely that Batman was protecting them.

"I don't know. Perhaps you'll need to unravel this mystery yourself, after you decide to go back," Talia said.

Then she stood up, brushed the grayish feathers off Ya Ya's body, and smiled, "Come back and visit when you have time. Father says he misses you."

Oz tilted his head: "Lots of people miss me, who does he think he is?"

Talia rolled her eyes.

Oz looked up and glanced at the silent Jason.

He was becoming increasingly curious about how this kid would react to Batman.

The mental pollution of Lazarus' Pool has been cleared away by myself.

In other words, Jason is not in a state of mental insanity as depicted in the original storyline.

Jason knew exactly what he was going to do.

How will this battle between father and son unfold?

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Jason put the papers back into the paper bag and then got up.

"I will go back when everything is ready."

Talia hummed in agreement, then stepped forward and gave Jason a light hug.

"Take care and get some rest, my child."

"I will, Mother."

A year is neither a long nor a short time.

But time is a strange thing; it can change many things.

It's like a man and a woman who were complete strangers suddenly became mother and son.

Although they had known each other for a long time.

But for some reason, anyway, it has nothing to do with crows.

They huddled together, seeking warmth and support.

They became a real mother and son.

Jason caught a whiff of the fragrance emanating from Talia's hair, and his mind grew even more weary.

Being around loved ones always makes me unconsciously relax.

So he took the initiative to break free from the embrace and said, "I'm leaving now; I still have to keep watch tomorrow."

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Take care of yourself, Mother.

Talia tilted her head and blinked, as if she felt that this was not enough.

"Love you, Mom. See you later."

See you later.

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