[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Even if Bruce meowed into the Lion King, he couldn't call out a superman. After two meows, he lay down on the branch with a dark face and mournful.

Batman certainly knows how much his death has hit other people. If there is no accident, Clark should be planting corn now.

This is Superman's way of dealing with grief and guilt.

Bruce glanced gloomily at the window, thinking something was wrong, but he wasn't in a position to lecture Dick and Jason, after all, neither Batman nor Bruce Wayne had very innocent pastimes.

The two elephants in the room were still fighting, and he didn't want to go back for a while, but Batmao never expected that the time to go up the tree would be so outrageous.

the other side.

The black-haired young man took a few breaths, the flush on his cheekbones hadn't dissipated, but he felt almost refreshed, so he turned over and stretched his arms to reach the jacket on the ground.

A few fingers firmly grasped his ankle, and then pulled back abruptly.

As soon as Jason took out the cigarette case from his jacket pocket, he was dragged back. Before he could get angry, he heard the blue bird slowly: "What do you want to do?"

Jason opened the lid of the box and took out a crumpled cigarette: "...afterwards?"

Dick frowned, and kept looking at him with sharp eyes. After a while, he asked inexplicably, "Who are you?"

"Pour out the water in your mind." Jason lit his cigarette, took a puff, and replied slowly.

Dick obviously didn't believe the story: "So?"

Jason smiled lazily: "Thank you for the hospitality."

He saw that the big blue bird was about to explode, so he restrained his smile: "Okay Dick——I'm very sober now, unprecedentedly sober. Bruce is gone. Even if I die from depression, he won't come back."

"Bruce must have sent that message to you too, so you're going to have to put up with the Red Hood in Gotham for the rest of it. Relax, I promise I'll follow his rules."

Dick stared into Jason's green eyes and suddenly realized he was serious.

Jason said calmly, "I'm sorry that I caused all this, and thank you - if you need me later, you have my contact information."

Dick was silent for a moment, then abruptly snatched the cigarette from Jason's hand, snuffed it out and threw it on the ground.

He wanted to get angry very much, took a few breaths restrained, and then endured: "That's it?"

Jason blinked and lay back comfortably: "If you mean the relationship between us, no one doesn't love Richard Grayson, and I'm no exception."

"It's all up to you."

Jason really figured it out, as the system said, he had to accept the fact that Bruce was dead, but as the indirect murderer who killed Batman, he was destined to owe everyone a lot of money.

So they can do whatever they want.

Negative emotions still exist, but Bruce's death has made him sober, and this problem can be solved with reason.

Dick was stunned.

The big blue bird never thought that Jason could be so honest, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He seldom sees this side of Jason, maybe it's a natural bonus of being a Batman, the two of them are always struggling, but Jason in this state is actually a normal appearance in most situations - not affected When I was troubled by the sequelae of Lazarus Pool and did not deal with people related to the Bat family.

Jason thoughtfully stopped outputting: "Don't worry, you can think slowly, and you can solve it anytime."

Without saying a word, Dick put on his clothes with a cold face and left.

But he didn't take anything away, and threw half of the things in the house. Jason went out, saw these messy things, and snorted.

He kicked the box open and bit the cigarette between his teeth, but he didn't light it up. Seeing him coming out, the little black face meowed twice.

Jason raised an eyebrow.

He could have expected that Dick would not break up with him immediately, but he didn't expect that even the cat would stay.

It seems that this time is a little longer than he estimated, Jason thought while reaching out to the tree.

"jump down."

Bruce backed away, wishing he didn't have eyes.

Why not get dressed?Look at that print!

His four paws gripped the bark tightly, wishing he could live on the tree. Jason was also very patient. Seeing that Bruce didn't move or force him, he withdrew his hand and stood there quietly.

Bruce closed his eyes in pain, weighed himself between jumping off and being picked off, and walked forward reluctantly.

**

Jason took Bruce back to Gotham, but this time, Bruce was quite honest and didn't run around.

He was thinking about how to find a way to restore his original body while hiding it from everyone.

...especially Dick and Jason.

He was lying in Jason's arms, his tail flicking up and down. After deciding not to reveal his identity, he became very calm in doing these movements.

Further down this road is the sales department of the Wayne Group. What is Jason doing here?

Bruce propped up his furry head, but saw Jason take out a black card naturally: "I need a house."

Bruce: "... black card?"

Who gave him this thing?

It’s not that Jason doesn’t have money—he had robbed a full 20 ​​billion to bomb Gotham before, but things like black cards are often a status symbol. Based on what he knows about Jason, the other party should have little interest in packaging them from beginning to end. A false identity came out.

Batcat moved uneasily, jumped onto the desk at the front desk, and moved closer to the computer.

——TD

The name made Bruce freeze.

He was a little confused, and didn't quite understand why Tim's card was in Jason's hands. After all, they...

Bad relationship?

These are all exaggerations.

But the card swiping record will definitely be sent to Tim—it's even more strange to think about it this way. It's like telling the other party his address clearly. For people like them, it is already a very high level of trust.

So... what am I missing?

He just found it incredible, but when Jason took the card handed back by the front desk staff and put it in his wallet——

and many more?

Three, three?

Bruce Maomao was so shocked that he stood upright, and used his two front paws to support Jason's arm, just to see it more clearly.

But for a cat, this movement is really difficult, and if one is not paying attention, it slips and slips.

"Meow?"

Before he fell to the ground, one hand grabbed his stomach, and then put him in the schoolbag and zipped it up. Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

In the darkness, Bruce's pupils shrank slightly.

The speed of this reaction was astonishing.

He scratched with his paws, made some noises, and pricked his ears.

"Why did you come to Gotham?"

This is Jason's voice.

It seems they know each other?Bruce stopped his paws and meowed twice.

The schoolbag containing him began to shake, and the people outside were probably walking out.

"Uh... Hey, let's not mention this, are you okay? I heard about Mr. Wayne, there is a mercenary, he told me everything, I'm sorry I didn't mean to inquire about privacy, I just -"

"Thank you."

"Oh... whoa, I mean, oh."

Jason knew what the other party was thinking, he took the schoolbag a little funny, unzipped the zipper and hugged it.

He stared into those warm amber eyes and shrugged: "Something always changes after something happens."

Bruce stayed quietly in the bag, and the identity of the person who caught him was already clear at a glance, and only one person could speak like that—Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man.

A plan slowly formed in Bruce's mind.

He found someone who could help him.

Jason hooked the key on his knuckles and shook it at Peter, "I'm going to cook some pasta, do you want to eat anything else?"

……

Peter entered the big house in a daze, and when he tried to show off his cooking skills to stew curry, Jason unceremoniously kicked him out of the kitchen.

My friends have also changed a lot.

He looks now...Peter doesn't know what to say, the calmness is a little weird.

Peter knew what it was like to lose a loved one, and he had comforted bereaved friends, but none quite like Jason.

Little Spider had already prepared for the storm before he came. He had attended the funerals of ordinary people affected by the battle before, and the attitude of the family members was usually not very polite.

He could understand the sadness and didn't care about it.

Jason's behavior was too normal, and he seemed abnormal when he was too normal, which made Peter worry about the mental state of the other party.

The matter of Mr. Stark...

Maybe I should ask someone else for help?

When the little spider was meditating, he saw Jason's cat running towards him with Jason's wallet in its mouth.

Peter:? ? ?

Peter: "Uh... little black face, give it to me quickly, this thing is very important."

The little spider immediately found the puppet cat in front of him, looking at him with extremely deep eyes.

This kind of look inexplicably made Peter feel nervous. He couldn't help but sit up straight, but he felt unbelievable.

Little black face...why does he look so big?

Bruce stretched out his paw, patted Peter's leg, walked to the schoolbag, unzipped the zipper with difficulty, and put his paw on the notebook.

Peter looked around and looked away, "I must be crazy."

He whispered to himself, while turning on the computer, the little black face's eyes lit up, and he scrambled towards him.

The little spider was sitting in danger, took out his phone and turned on the camera: "You are such an incredible cat, I should record you and post it on Twitter, hey, do you want to play with the computer?"

The little black face tapped on the keyboard.

Peter: "You're typing!"

"B..." The little spider opened his eyes wide, reading the letters that Maomao typed out.

【I am Batman】

Peter: "...!"

He yelled out loudly, but his mouth was held down by Mao's paw.

【Confidential】

【I need your help】

Jason heard the sound, and it happened that the meal was ready, so he came out of the kitchen with a plate: "What happened?"

Peter was startled, and suddenly pressed Bruce Cat into his arms, stammering: "No, I'm watching a video."

Jason: "?"

What video can scare Spider-Man like this?

Maybe something happened again, he frowned: "Someone escaped from prison? Terrorist attack? I can go with you."

Peter stared at Jason with a pale face, and bit the bullet: "No."

He was afraid that the other party would ask questions again, so he simply broke his heart and broke the jar.

"I, I'm watching Fifty Shades of Grey!"