[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

Aesop groaned in pain, his voice hoarse. "Well..."

The sun at nine o'clock in the morning shot directly into Aesop's eyeballs through his eyelids. Aesop covered his face with one arm and cursed, his head was dizzy and his stomach was throbbing.

What happened yesterday afternoon?His consciousness gradually came back, and finally stayed on the moment when he lay on Jason's body and called Jason "Brother Jie" in a milky voice, and Jason's embarrassing and helpless expression.

The part of Aesop's face covered by his arm started to turn red, what the hell was he doing last night.

Aesop lay on the bed and built up his mind for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion: alcohol is something that should never be touched.

The sound of the keyhole being turned caught Aesop's attention, and he immediately lowered his arms and pretended to be asleep.

Jason walked in with two buns. He glanced at Aesop who seemed to be still sleeping on the bed. He raised his eyebrows and put the buns on the table.

"Son, don't pretend to be asleep." Jason's voice was hoarse at the end, which was a sign that he didn't sleep well last night.

There was only one bed in his room, and it was a torture to sleep with Aesop last night.

He didn't know that Aesop had been so noisy all the time, or that he just made use of it when he was drunk.

He tried his best to wash Aesop. As soon as he put the towel on his face, Aesop shook his head and threw the towel off. In the end, Jason could only cover his face with the towel and forcefully wash him.

As soon as he put Aesop on the bed, Aesop immediately spread his hands and legs to fill up the 1.2-meter-wide bed. Jason grabbed his hand to let him rest a little.

When Jason grasped Aesop's hand and gradually fell asleep, the nearby cat meowed twice.As if he had received some signal, Aesop began to meow in his ear.

Aesop's meowing like a cat lasted for two hours. Fortunately, Jason's neighbor did not come back tonight, otherwise Aesop might trigger a big fight among the neighbors.

But Jason wasn't afraid of them.

Regarding the big fight that Jason might secretly bring the cat home to raise, they have regulations here, and they are not allowed to keep any animals.

Because it often happens that the owner instructs the animals to steal things, and the animals you raise may become someone else's food the next day. This kind of dispute is really difficult to deal with.

Aesop opened his eyes. There were still some red threads on his face that hadn't completely dissipated. His glass-blue eyes were staring at the sky, but he didn't dare to stare at Jason.

Jason raised his eyebrows. It seems that this kid has a memory of what happened last night.

They didn't speak, and there was an awkward silence in the room.Aesop thought about it, and felt that he should apologize to Jason for doing so many nonsensical disturbing things last night.

He looked up, and just opened his mouth, a warm bun was stuffed into Aesop's mouth.

The greasy scent entered Aesop's nose, and the texture of the white flour touched his teeth, making his throbbing stomach growl even more violently.

He stared blankly at Jason, who rolled his eyes. "Bought for you, eat."

Only then did Aesop grab the exposed part of the bun with one hand and gnawed it.

Jason was sitting at the table--he'd bought it this morning, exchanging the beautiful Lafite bottle for a battered one with a crippled leg, and he'd taken a book mat. Looking at the crippled table leg.

Jason rested his chin on one hand, his blue-gray eyes stared at Aesop who was devouring it without blinking.

Jason felt that this little brat was really weird.A thief like him, but made some sort of deal with the police.

He has serious cleanliness, but sometimes he doesn't show it at all.

Even if food is stuffed into his mouth, he will unconsciously ask himself if it is okay to eat with his eyes.It's like a kind of distorted inferiority complex that is not detected by oneself.

He is really weird.

But what I have to say is that Aesop's character fits Jason's pursuit of a partner in every way.Well.. except for the drunkenness.

Thinking of what happened last night, Jason couldn't help but get black lines all over his head.

After eating the buns, Aesop licked the skin of his mouth, and he secretly glanced at the remaining bun in the pocket of the table.

"Jay, have you had breakfast?" Aesop asked

"I've eaten." Jason replied first, and then he paused, understanding the cryptic meaning in Aesop's words. "The other one was also bought for you, you can eat it."

Jason propped his head up, staring at the items on the table with gray-blue eyes, he asked casually, "What are you usually doing at this time?"

Aesop curled his lips and took a bite of the meat-filled bun before replying, "At school."

"Oh, I forgot. At your age, you should be in elementary school." Jason suddenly realized. "How is it? Is school fun?" Jason only went to elementary school for two years, and his memory of school has long been blurred.

"I don't know if others are fun or not. Anyway, I don't think it's fun to be treated as a bad boy by my classmates."

Aesop wrinkled his nose and showed a fake smile, "At your age, you should be in junior high school at this time."

Jason was amused by Aesop's cold joke. Aesop didn't understand, so he tilted his head to look at Jason, and continued to eat the buns with his head down.

But both of them clearly understand that none of them will have the opportunity to study in school.

They don't envy those children who live under the protection of their parents and can grow up safely in warm homes and schools.

They were never lilies in a greenhouse, they were mosses struggling to survive in dark corners.

Only you can help yourself for the rest of your life. In Gotham, becoming stronger is the condition for them to survive.

...

In the absence of action, Jason didn't care where he would go. Watching Jason leave after breakfast, Aesop didn't know what he was going to do.

Not long after, Aesop also went out. Aesop stood at the end of the street, occupying an empty space by himself, and the pedestrians who also wanted to pass by stood far away from him and crowded together.

They would rather huddle together than stand with a dirty little beggar.

Yes, dirty little beggars.

Aesop was wearing an oversized dirty gray sweater with several holes on it, and his lower body was wearing baggy trousers dragging on the ground, with messy hair like a bird's nest, and only a pair of glass blue eyes on his dirty face It's pretty good.

Aesop naturally noticed the disgust and hatred of the people around him, but he didn't react much. He had seen many expressions of wishing him to die.

Of course, he can also show his good-looking, Bruce Wayne-like face, so as to gain the attention of people around him who are friendly to him.

Aesop naturally wouldn't do that, the arrogant part of him didn't allow him to be like anyone, and he didn't like others to pay attention to him because of who he looked like.

If so, he would rather not expose this face to others' view.

The red light was blinking and turned into a green light. Passers-by hurried across the street. They didn't even want to walk on the same plane as Aesop. When Aesop walked across the street, he was kicked by someone, and he staggered. On the steps, fell to the ground.

But laughter continued to sound from the surroundings, and almost everyone was laughing at him.

Aesop turned his head, he didn't know who did it, there were too many people here, each of them kept the same expression, either gloating or being indifferent, they might be the culprit.

Aesop lay expressionless on the ground, his palms were in burning pain. Obviously, his scabbed wounds were torn again due to friction, and his knees were also hurting.

He didn't have any anger, just calm.Outliers in Gotham just get pushed out.

Just like Batman, when he has done so many things for Gotham, he will be insulted and hunted down when it comes to interests.

Aesop tried hard to get himself up, but it didn't work, his legs didn't listen to him, and the pain drove him to bully.

In the face of pain, no one is a hero.Wouldn't it be better to just give up?Giving up is much easier than holding on.

Aesop lay on the ground, thinking wildly, waiting for his legs to recover and listening to his command again while praying that no one would step on his body.

A hand was stretched out in front of Aesop, with slender fingers and clean fingers.

Aesop looked up, staring straight at the owner of the hand through the black hair that blocked most of his sight.

It was a young man in his twenties, wearing dark blue casual clothes, with black hair softly attached to his cheeks, and a pair of blue eyes that seemed to contain a calm ocean, tolerant and gentle.

Fair skin, high nose bridge, pale pink slightly parted thin lips, full lower lip, black T-shirt moves down with the young man's bending down, revealing part of the collarbone and pectoral muscles, all these combine to make him look Extra sexy.

Aesop can be sure that this is the most handsome man he has ever seen, two points more handsome than the recognized Gotham baby Bruce Wayne.

In Dick Haise's eyes, there was concern for Aesop that could not be ignored, and the way the child's thin body fell to the ground still echoed in his memory.

Behind him, he saw the middle-aged man in a black suit with a briefcase kick down the child, laughing wantonly hidden in the crowd.

"Can you stand up?" Dick didn't take back his outstretched hand, and his voice was very clear, which made it easy for people to have a good impression of him.

He didn't dare to touch the boy easily, not because he was afraid of being touched by him, but because he was afraid of touching other wounds on the boy's body.

Aesop stared at him blankly, not knowing what the man in front of him was thinking.Why would he care about a child like himself?

but...

Aesop's eyes stopped on Dick's outstretched palm again.

It feels so strange, so gentle, so warm.Can I really, hold on?

Aesop lowered his head, supporting his body with one arm to prevent himself from falling. He looked at his other hand, the gray and dry palm with two pieces of nails peeled off, bloody and bloody.

Does he deserve it?Will it get that man's hands dirty?

Dick patiently leaned over and waited for Aesop's acceptance without moving. Aesop slowly stretched out his hand and tried to get close to Dick's palm. He raised his head and looked at Dick without blinking.

His vision was a little blurry, and he stared hard, trying to get Dick's image firmly in his mind.

Dick's expression froze for a moment, and he became flustered. "Why are you crying? Don't cry. Does it hurt?"

Eh?did i cry?Aesop retracted his hand in a daze, and brushed his dirty hand over his eyes without hesitation to verify the authenticity of Dick's words, without worrying about whether his eyes would be infected.

The cool wetness on his fingers told Aesop that he was indeed crying.

Aesop seldom cried. Even when he was locked up in the toilet in the park by several older children when he was a child, Peggy found him the next morning. He never shed a single tear when he suffered from wind and high fever.

Peggy said that since she took him out of the nurse's hand, little Aesop began to smile cheerfully after seeing Peggy. Unlike other children, Aesop didn't cry and only laughed.

So Peggy thinks that Aesop will be very happy in the future, and happiness should revolve around his life.

Aesop also learned to be "happy" as Peggy said, except for the physiological tears that subconsciously shed when the eyes were stimulated, Aesop would not cry at other times.

But now it is undeniable that Aesop cried. He didn't know why he cried. Was it because of Peggy's departure?It was also because the dazzling light emitted by the person in front of him irritated his eyes.

Aesop couldn't figure out which one he was, or both.If he had never seen the light, he could have endured some.

Aesop wanted to stop crying, but the valves of his eyes seemed to be completely opened, as if he wanted to make up for the tears that had not shed at once.

Tears were like round transparent pearls, one by one, they were taken out of Aesop's eye sockets, and dripped down the ground along Aesop's cheeks, popped open, and burst into black sprays.

Dick stood helplessly for a while, then suddenly walked towards the crowd. A few seconds later, Dick twisted the hand of the person who kicked Aesop just now and dragged him to Aesop. He glanced at Dick.

Aesop didn't reply to his previous words, so Dick tacitly accepted that Aesop cared about the man who kicked him.

Aesop looked blankly at the man who was turned in front of him by Dick. At first he didn't understand what Dick was doing, and then he understood what Dick meant. This might be the one who kicked him just now.

Aesop realized that his legs could move, and he moved to stand up.Standing up, he was about the height of the man with Dick on his back.

"Apologize." Dick said to the man in a blunt tone.

"Why? I didn't do anything." The man struggled.

"Apologize for what you did just now, didn't you kick him just now?" Dick's tone was a little slow, he could almost imagine what the man would say next, it was nothing more than being a rogue and not admitting his crime.

Dick would meet several of these people during the night patrol every night. The only difference between them was the clothes made of different fabrics. They never refused to admit their crimes, but in the end they all gave in Under the fist of Batman.

Honestly, Dick was tired.Dick was tired of Gotham, tired of day after day and Batman's night watch, and tired of Batman's increasingly overwhelming violence.

There are obviously other ways to solve things, so why do we have to use violence?

Dick wanted to have a city that he guarded alone, so he went to the police station to investigate files today. He got his diploma not long ago and entered the police station with excellent grades.

Now he applied for an external transfer to Bloohaven. Dick had carefully observed that New York had the Avengers and the Seven, Star City had the Green Arrow, Central City had the Lightning, Metropolis had Superman, and Gotham had Batman.

But Bluhaven, which has a high crime rate, actually only has a superhuman sent by Walter Company. Dick never believed in Walter Company's set. Everything is for the future of mankind, and it is obviously just a super idol packaging company.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I didn't do anything, and even if someone kicked him, it wouldn't matter? He's just a little beggar who doesn't even deserve human rights!" The man struggled more violently, and he deliberately increased the volume To cover up his guilty conscience, the words that came out of his mouth were even more unbearable.

His explicit words aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding onlookers. They looked at him with scornful eyes and whispered about him in disgusted voices.

But their essence is the same.

Dick's breathing tightened, and anger surged from the bottom of his heart. He raised his fist and waved it at the man almost uncontrollably, but he must calm down, otherwise what is the difference between him and Batman?

Dick's fist stopped in mid-air and finally dropped again.The man who had shrunk because of Dick's action heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes rolled in his narrow eye sockets, an idea was born, he rubbed his face to Dick's fist, intending to touch it.

At this time, Aesop's voice sounded, his voice was unexpectedly calm, and he didn't look like he was involved in a bad incident at all: "It has nothing to do with him, I fell it myself."

The man and Dick turned their heads to look at Aesop at the same time. The man's expression was unbelievable, and Dick's expression was complicated. Surprise, anger, etc. intertwined and converged into an expression that Aesop could not understand.

Aesop lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his bloody palms were hanging by his legs, and the blood marks on his wide trousers could imagine the worn knees underneath. He looked extremely thin and pitiful.

The author has something to say:

Little Aesop actually yearns for the light. Like Batman, Dick has a special attraction to Batman.

Speaking of which, I've been watching John Wick recently, it's so good! ! !Blow Uncle Kei! ! !