Before breaking open the coffin board, scraping away the soil, and bringing his stiff and cold body to the ground, Jason's last clear memory was of a scarred body, a dull brain, and a steel pipe stained with flesh.
The dazzling light in his memory shone directly into his dilated pupils, the finger that forcibly pulled up his eyelids had a strong smell of paint, and the loud and soft sounds came into his paste-like head, as if someone had said something to him. .
Jason wanted to shake his head, just like the day D!ck sneaked away with him in the Batmobile not long ago. He was so excited that he couldn't even hear D!ck talking to him at first. So the first-generation Robin, who was dressed like a bird of paradise, reached out and slapped him on the head a few times, moderately.
It doesn't hurt, he thought when the clown pulled up his hair and pressed him in front of the camera. He just felt light and airy.
His memory after that was so blurry that he seemed to hear someone desperately apologizing to him, and also seemed to hear the sound of an explosion.
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