[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason leaned down and gently touched the little black face's head.

With a bit of ingenuity with his white fingers, he snatched back the bitten fabric.

Without looking behind him, he quickened his pace and left quietly, with his back straight, without disturbing anyone.

It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of Wayne Manor and got into the driver's seat of the car that a dull pain slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

For the first time in so long, Jason felt emotion.

He didn't feel sad when Bruce fell, and he didn't feel pain at Bruce's funeral.

— until now.

Those emotions that were suppressed by the master, like a tide, overwhelmingly overwhelmed.

The black-haired young man hurriedly pressed the button to raise the window shield, but when there was still a gap, he slammed his body against the steering wheel with a bang.

Jason was breathing violently, his body trembling unconsciously, his back arched high, like a badly injured old cat hiding in a corner and licking its wounds.

Jason said intermittently: "System, he is really dead."

The system in another world closed its eyes, not looking at Jason who was huddled up on the screen.

System: [Yes. 】

In the Batcave belonging to Tim, there are still traces of Bruce, huge coins, funny dinosaurs, and display racks with Bruce uniforms. Covered with a layer of gray.

Jason continued: "I should be happy, that's what I planned—but how did he really die?"

Jason: "I never thought he would actually die."

His voice was fragmented, just like his own.

System: 【I know it's hard, but you have to get used to it. 】

Gotham no longer has a Batman, and Jason Todd no longer has a father.

Jason raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little scary, but he didn't mean to go crazy. Since Bruce's death, the sequelae of Lazarus Pool have completely disappeared.

He is so lucid now that he can't even deceive himself with hallucinations.

System: [You have to face this fact - Batman is a mortal, he is not like Superman, who can live in the sun. 】

The system is calm: [He will not come back. 】

Jason froze.

No, it's not that simple, he himself is an example of the resurrection from the dead, and if he can be resurrected, there's no reason Batman can't.

Jason: "System, I want to bring him back to life."

There are so many ways to resurrect the dead in this world. As far as he knows, there is more than one magic side. The Eye of Agamotto can turn back time, and the Pool of Lazarus can bring back life, not to mention those forbidden souls. magic.

System: [We all know that Bruce would rather die than be resurrected in this way. 】

Jason gritted his teeth: "Who cares about him!"

Jason: "Even if I resurrect a monster, it's Bruce, he can survive anything—"

He was already a poor ghost who caught a spider's thread in a desperate situation. He knew that the spider's thread was ethereal like a gust of wind, not only unreliable, but also required to pay a terrible price, but even so, he was willing to try it.

He has a kind of blind trust in Bruce that keeps him from even thinking about the possibility of failure.

I need Bruce's... body.

System: [You can't do this. 】

Jason: [I can, what do you know——]

The system's tone has grown tough and grim, and he's become more and more like Bruce over the years.

System: [You have to face your mistake, the Scarecrow is not the murderer who killed him, you are——You owe Gotham a Batman, you owe Alfred a son, you need to spend the rest of your life to repay the price, not Like a lunatic fantasizing about the miracle of resurrection from the dead. 】

Just as Jason was about to speak, the communicator he threw on the co-pilot jingled and vibrated.

On the small screen, a name flashed.

—Bruce Wayne.

The name made Jason's voice tremble: "Bruce?"

The system sighed.

He knew what the message was.

——The Dark Knight's last planB.

Jason's fingers swiped roughly on the screen, and the information was set with layer upon layer of passwords. He tried Bruce's usual encryption methods in turn, but got stuck on the last lock.

The system voice is low: "Watch."

Jason's fingers hung in the air, and it took a long time before he slowly entered the password.

"Di - the password is correct, do you want to browse the information?"

"Burn after reading."

Jason's face became blank, his lips were pursed tightly, and the corners of his eyes drooped unconsciously.

The whole body of the black-haired youth was filled with deep sorrow.

He is no longer impatient.

The watch was Robin's first birthday gift to Bruce. The watch originally belonged to Bruce's father. It was an old object decades ago and it was completely broken.

It took him five months in the past - the watch was very old, and he couldn't find suitable replacement parts, so he ended up having to make some parts himself.

"Happy birthday, Bruce! This watch is a present for you, and I've tried to get it right."

The little boy sniffled in embarrassment: "But it may still have a little problem, the watch is really sophisticated."

The man blinked: "This is an automatic mechanical watch. When you wear it, it will automatically wind up."

"Yes! So it needs to be with you all the time, old man, please, give it more attention, you can manually set the pointer to the right... Forget it."

Little Robin drooped his shoulders: "I need a little more time to restore it to its original state. After I fix it, I will give it to you officially, okay?"

"it is good."

Jason gave a low laugh and covered his eyes with his arms.

With his other hand, he randomly opened the drawer of the co-pilot. In the deepest part of the drawer, there was a gift box tied with a ribbon. The silk wrapped outside had become a little dull because of the passage of time.

After recovering his memory, he found the watch again in the hiding place.

On an inexplicable impulse, he fixed it.

For Jason now, repairing this watch is no longer difficult.

"—I need a little more time to fix it and get it back to normal."

Jason: "I fixed it, Bruce."

--more time.

But you can't get it anymore.

……

Jason waited until he got back to his house before clicking on the message.

"—If you see this message, it means I'm dead."

"Uh...we all expected this day."

The man in the video is smiling. He is wearing baggy pajamas, and his tone is soft for a long time.

"Batman is dead, but Gotham still needs Guardians - GCPD can't handle that."

"I leave everything I have to you. Some things are outdated, but you may still need it. I don't think I need to ask you anymore... Protect Gotham."

The man paused: "Good luck."

At the same time that Bruce's voice dissipated, the screen suddenly went black, the file automatically shredded and disappeared.

Jason stood up lightly, walked to the window, and opened the blackout curtain.

Gotham in daylight is unbelievably beautiful.

This is the city Bruce has fought for his whole life.

He suddenly realized this.

"Old man..." Jason said to himself, closing his eyes tightly, but the sockets of his eyes were very red.

For the first time, the daylight in Gotham became so dazzling.

"you win."

**

After saying this, Jason felt that a piece of his heart had been completely ripped out, and the chill seeped in from the hole, making him shiver from the cold.

He opened the curtains, and the sun shone into the room, but it didn't bring any warmth.

This emptiness and blankness forced him to grab the car keys.

He needed somewhere warmer, but he had nowhere to go when he left his house.

The black-haired young man drove the car in a daze, and the scenery outside the car window changed rapidly and became blurred.

He didn't know how much time had passed, anyway, when he stepped on the brake, he found himself out of the car, and a familiar small villa came into view.

When he left here, he was full of hope, but when he came back, he was covered in wounds.

The black-haired young man reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips and walked to a small corner of the garden, where the spare key was buried under the third rose.

There are fresh, turned over traces of the soil.

Jason was startled, and turned his head in a daze.

There was a person standing on the small balcony, and the window creaked and was slowly pushed open.

Jason's eyes were firmly glued to that person's face, because of the backlight, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

"Meow meow meow."

When they were in a stalemate, the little black face struggled to hook the window sill with its claws, and struggled to pop out its furry head.

Dick hesitated: "How could you..."

The big blue bird never thought that he could see Jason in this house. He came back this time just to take his own things.

Dick: "Don't worry, I'll be leaving soon, half an hour at most."

Jason nodded.

He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of Dick's head abruptly, and kissed Dick as if venting.

Dick froze for a second, closed his eyes, bit the opponent's lips, and moved his hand on the window frame to Jason's waist unconsciously.

——This is not a kiss between lovers, but it can give them enough comfort. In a trance, Jason felt that the big hole in his heart had been filled.

He greedily absorbed the warmth from this big blue bird.

After a while, he was let go, and the pale lips were kissed into a bright red color.

The black-haired young man gasped a few times, lifted his foot, and turned in through the window.

There was a wordless silence in the air.

Dick said slowly: "You rest first, I will continue to pack things."

Jason said hoarsely: "Don't worry about it for a while."

He held the great blue bird by the arm like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood, and his green eyes, glinting with despair, gazed silently at him.

Dick didn't react, but he didn't resist either, he just stood there.

How can you act like this hurt?thought Dick.

The worst and coldest guy in the world, with a mirror shard of the Snow Queen falling into his eye.

But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a step.

Jason moved his finger up and landed on Dick's shoulder. Seeing the blue bird, he still had no intention of resisting. He silently pulled off the other's shirt.

——The hand on Dick's body increased his strength.