Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The two didn't speak for a long time. He Shenyan simply drank coffee and watched TV to pass the time. Alfred was thinking.

He actually knew that the change his young master could make in such a short period of time had a lot to do with the man in front of him.

But he didn't want to care.

As long as Bruce could stop his damn disguise game, Alfred was even willing to make a deal with the devil. What's more, he recognized the man in front of him as a devil.

The things he asked Bruce to do were of no harm to Gotham.

While he was thinking, there was a knock on the door of Wayne Mansion. Who would knock on the door of Wayne Mansion at four o'clock in the morning?

The old man walked vigilantly through the dark corridor. He casually took out a shotgun from behind a painting. This reliable old man can guarantee one thing - if the person who knocks on the door is a madman, it can kill him through the door.

His head was smashed.

He walked to the door and asked loudly: "Who is it?!"

No one spoke outside the door, only the raindrops falling and the wind blowing through the empty porch. Alfred felt dizzy for some reason. He stood upright holding on to the wall. The mage's voice was far away from the inner hall.

It reached his ears standing in front of the gate.

"Open the door, Alfred."

"But, sir -" Alfred didn't know how he managed to make his voice still clear even though he was so far away, but he still had doubts in his mind. The mage's smiling voice continued: "Believe me, you

Won’t regret it.”

There was a sniffling sound outside the door, and a young boy's hoarse voice came from outside the door. It was a little distorted, but it made Alfred tremble: "I'm so cold, Alfred."

The world is spinning.

The dizziness in his mind became more intense, but his body took action faster than his thoughts. The old man dropped the gun in his hand and let it slide far away in the darkness. He opened the door with great force.

It even hurt his wrist due to the tug, but he didn't care at all at this time.

There was a young man standing outside the door.

He was wearing the suit he was buried in, and his body was full of the smell of earth. The rain did not wet his hair and clothes, but the cold wind still made him shiver. When he opened the door, the young man walked in. He complained:

"Why are you here, Alfred? I've been knocking on the door for a long time. It's freezing. Where is Bruce?"

"Ho-" Alfred stood there blankly, watching him walk in, screaming like a dying man from his throat.

His shoes left a series of muddy footprints on the floor. Jason Todd, the child who had been dead for four years, stood before him alive, wearing the suit he was buried in, and even said he was cold.

Alfred didn't know how to answer. He closed the door and rushed to Jason's side in three steps. He took off the suit he was wearing and put it on him. The old man didn't care so much. He only knew one thing.

Whether it was a devil's deal or the legend of the monkey's paw, he was willing to pay any price - any price.

However, he still has questions: Why does Jason seem to have forgotten the...those things he has experienced? Doesn't he realize the irrationality of all this?

Jason Todd walked into the inner hall in the dark and found a strange man he didn't recognize sitting in front of the TV. He frowned, put on the standard smile of 'Bruce Wayne's adopted child', and walked over

, deliberately pretending to be innocent and asked: "Who are you?"

The man turned around. He was handsome, thin and tall, and so pale that Jason almost thought he was a dead man.

"I?"

"Yeah, why are you still at my house so late?"

Jason turned his back to Alfred and made a few warning gestures he learned from the old man, indicating him to notify Bruce. At this moment, the man suddenly laughed.

"You are smart and alert. But there is no need to know who I am, Jason Todd. Now, go take a shower and have a good sleep." After he finished speaking, Jason suddenly felt sleepy. This This kind of sleepiness even surpassed his desire to continue the conversation, making him involuntarily follow the instructions with his body.

Alfred stood there, looking worriedly at Jason Todd who was yawning and leaving, not knowing how to speak.

The mage took the initiative to say what he wanted to ask for him: "If you are thinking about him, there is no need to speak. I brought him back from death, that's all."

Alfred's first reaction was that his mouth went dry because he thought of the other two people. The mage glanced at him and said: "Don't take my temporary kindness for granted, Mr. Alfred. I just The clown saw the whole thing in his mind, and the injustice this child suffered was too much for me to stand by and watch."

"You, you are right, sir." Alfred nodded after being silent.

He knew what the Master was referring to - Jason's death was an absolute taboo in the Wayne House. He was kidnapped by the Joker for three months, during which he was beaten, abused, and imprisoned. He even had that tattoo on his face. The bastard used a soldering iron to burn the mark. When Batman finally found the place where the Joker was hiding, the place was already deserted.

All that was left was a videotape - Alfred swore to God, after he watched that videotape, it was the first time in his life that he had such a profound intention to kill someone.

The video is very simple. It shows a woman standing in front of Jason and the Joker - she is Jason's biological mother, an addict. She abandoned the child on the street when he was young. The Joker found her and took a bag of Cheap drugs were placed next to her child and she was given a choice.

She jumped at the bag of white powder without hesitation.

Then, the clown took the video recorder, laughed loudly, pointed the camera at Jason, who lowered his head in silence, and said: "Bat boy, you came too slow... so I played with your little follower. Do you enjoy watching some other fun?"

A month later, Batman found Jason's cold body in Arkham Asylum. He had been dead for more than two days when he was found, and he was emaciated. The Joker managed to bribe the Arkham staff and played a low-level trick. The darkness under the lamp made everyone spin around.

But now, this poor child is back. The old man's hands are trembling, and he doesn't know what to do. All kinds of complex emotions are rushing through his mind, and finally they combine and explode. The mage sighs helplessly and casts a spell. Let this lost old man sleep again.

He himself sat in front of the TV, watching the comments from all walks of life in Gotham on Bruce's speech, and chuckled from time to time.