怎么脾气都不好！”安雅惊了。

其实，她觉2008年的布鲁斯，脾气也没年轻时候或现在那么好了。难是因为他年轻时候，哥谭还没那么多超级反派？而现在，他又多了很多帮手。

“Do not go gentle into that good night.”杰森幽幽说，他翘着二郎，摆着书桌上的东西，不再看她，“过去，可是很酷烈的。”

安雅若有所思。

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.