[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

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"so--"

Peter pulled his hair, and spoke quickly: "That white tank is not the current Mr. Stark, but it is still my Mr. Stark, but he suddenly turned black?"

Wow.

I really don't know how Red Robin deduced it. Anyway, he didn't understand the long list. In short, they need to make a plan now to get the real Tony back.

But even if there are three of them, together they are not the opponent of Iron Man. Tony's Avengers Building does not know how much heavy firepower is hidden in it. Among other things, if all the armors explode together, they will be smashed in seconds There is no residue left.

The little spider wandered around the room twice anxiously, and said without hope, "Do you think the three of us can beat him? How about we steal him out at night while no one is around, and then—"

He exaggeratedly put his five fingers together, and made a beheading gesture in the air: "It's like the Empire Strikes Back, hey, has any of you not watched Star Wars?"

Jason: "..."

With a wooden face, he sighed: "Stop it, Tony Stark is not the Death Star, are you willing to blow him up?"

He took out his computer, operated it twice, stopped again, put the computer in front of Tim, and pushed it as a matter of course.

"Hurry up, Xiaohong, you get the plan done, and I get the weapons and equipment done."

Tim was slightly taken aback, and his eyes gradually became helpless, but he still condoned the other party's lazy behavior, opened the file without complaint, and began to write the proposal.

Peter stared at it for a while, feeling as if he was a bit superfluous.

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.

He found that everyone in the Bat family revealed a very unconventional temperament.

Jason frowned, nestled in the corner and flipped through his phone. Dazzling pictures and contact information appeared on the screen. After a while, he waved at Peter.

"Come and see, which is your dominant hand?"

"Large-caliber M42, automatic aiming rocket launcher, press-type firing pin..." Peter's expression changed from confusion to panic, and his voice was trembling: "This is this? Are we going to use these to deal with Mr. Stark? !"

What's the matter with you bat family!Doesn't Batman kill people?Do you really not kill people with this posture?

Jason inexplicably: "Otherwise?"

Peter covered his forehead, looked at Tim as if asking for help, and then at Bruce the cat. Neither the cat nor the human showed any abnormality to Jason's actions, only he was making a fuss.

silence.

Silence is today's little spider.

Peter's eyes were full of confusion, and after a pause for a few seconds, he tried to integrate himself into this very Gotham atmosphere.

The little spider tried hard to make himself appear to have seen the world: "Okay, then which one shall we buy?"

These weapons are ridiculously expensive, but fortunately he has saved some money over the years, Peter calculated his scholarship, and was heartbroken to the point of tears.

A gun... maybe a few extra bullets?

Tim turned his face to the side, casually: "Which one? Why only buy one?"

Peter: "...?"

Mr. Wayne waved his hand casually: "It's hard to pick it up, anyway, I have to refit it, so I'll buy them all."

Peter mechanically: "Buy them all?"

Jason: "Okay, do you need a Cobra tank? This thing has good firepower."

Peter wiped his face in dismay. "No, wait! God! How can you drive this kind of thing into New York? And where do we get so much money?"

Jason's hand paused, and suddenly remembered something very important.

Did he, never tell Peter, Robin's real identity?

Tim on the side had taken the initiative to take off his mask, bent his eyes at Peter, and said with a smile, "Don't worry about money, just spend whatever you want."

Peter: "!"

Mom.

——It’s the luxury pier in the story!

The little spider was dumbfounded, and screamed like a chicken inside. Seeing Tim's face, the melon field frantically fried melons—what did Jason just say?This house is also Tim ready?

Without thinking about it, he blurted out, "You—haven't you given up on Jason yet?"

Bruce Maomao was licking his fur, and when he heard this, his movements froze suddenly.

Jason: "!"

What bullshit are you talking about!

It's good that he didn't recover his memory. After recovering his memory, he wished he would never mention these damn stories!

Damn the system!He knows everything, but he keeps watching jokes!

Jason decisively chose to change the subject: "Peter, I think you will like this launcher, the material is..."

"No, but him, he's not on the sidelines with your police colleagues—" Peter looked at Jason anxiously, as if he were looking at a man who had gone astray, and the young man's thin skin prevented him from finishing his sentence , but there wasn't a single person in the room who didn't understand what he meant.

Bruce Maomao: [police colleagues! 】

As Peter spoke, he also fell silent.

If he remembered correctly, his little friend had a black card from President Drake, and Jason didn't refuse it at all.

Ah this.

Their relationship is really very Wayne.

Tim's fingers hovered in the air, and he turned around one by one, with complicated eyes.

Red Robin is as smart as Batman, but now he doesn't know where to start.

After a while, he asked slowly, "A police colleague?"

Jason's eyes wandered, avoiding the other party's sight.

"Sorry Peter, I didn't tell the truth before, I'm not a Gotham police officer, no, I'm not a police officer."

Peter: "Then you said that the butt is particularly upturned, the ordinary one...?"

Bruce Maomao: [Very———! 】

Tim snapped and covered his face with his hands.

Timothy is tired and Timothy doesn't want a name.

The little red bird thought for a while, but still felt that it should struggle. Just as he opened his mouth, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jason hiding in the corner. The ears of the black-haired young man were all red, and he was about to die socially.

Oh?

Well, someone was more embarrassed than him.

Tim raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile, and when he got to his mouth, he quietly turned around: "Actually, everyone is voluntary."

Peter: "??!"

Bruce: [Voluntary? 】

Mr. Wayne was full of aura, his blue eyes were as deep as a sea, he pulled his neckline slowly, resting his chin with his slender fingers, and tilted his head with a teasing smile.

The air seemed to make people blush and heartbeat, and the little spider shrank back, as ordinary as he was, he couldn't quite adapt to the extravagant atmosphere of the top rich man.

Tim blinked his left eye: "Really? Jason, isn't my secondary card still with you?"

Let's sink together, Big Red!The little red bird sneered inwardly.

Jason: "..."

He saw a ghost, but as the wrong party, he really didn't want to continue entangled in this kind of crap, so he closed his eyes expressionlessly.

Then turning to Peter, he said vaguely, "That's what he said."

Bruce: dumbfounded.jpg

The soft pussy has stiffened into a long strip.

Dick and Jason... not sure, and they both fucked with Tim?Wild, even by Bruce Wayne standards!

Tim is the most obedient Robin, he respects his every opinion, and even took over the Wayne Group, in a sense, the little red bird has never troubled him.

The same is true in terms of emotional relationships. He is neither like Dick who turned himself into a human-shaped self-propelled cannon back then, nor is he like Jason, who is autistic and anxious.

result?

He tried his best not to meow, and tried his best to control Batman's disapproving eyes!

Peter: Voluntary?

Where to start is voluntary?

Mr. Stark said, Red Robin and your brother's mother have the same black card, are they dating?Do you know this?

No, said Mr. Stark again, they all gave you the card?

"But, but—" Peter panicked: "That black card—"

The little spider turned his back to Tim, and desperately squeezed his eyes at Jason, trying to make the good brother understand what he meant.

Jason's face darkened.

Is this the generation gap?What is going on in the little minds of teenagers every day?

He touched his nose, grabbed the little black face as if avoiding it, hugged it in his arms and began to stroke his hair: "It's just a few black cards. By the way, speaking of this thing, I have something for you."

The leather jacket was thrown in the corner of the sofa, Jason put the little black face on his lap, and took out the wallet from his pocket.

Bruce, the cat, stretched his neck with difficulty, reaching to see.

Among the three black cards, only one was different.

Bruce: "Meow meow?"

Wait, aren't those two cards mine?

Bruce's fur paws hugged the wallet, and he moved up, and was knocked on the head by Jason warningly. The hairy ball was already standing unstable, and after such a knock, it fell back to him on the thigh.

"Meow."

Jason pulled out the card Tony had given him and handed it to Peter.

"I've never used the Iron Man card, cough..." the black-haired young man coughed twice, concealing most of the ins and outs: "It's a reward for a story, and I think it should belong to you now."

Peter: ...

what story? !So what you said is really true-Mr. Stark really has thoughts about Mr. Wayne, otherwise why would he give you a card!

Is this the rich man?

The little spider waved his hands quickly, with a shocked expression on his face, and started talking nonsense one after another: "No, no, no, I mean, I don't deserve this card because I can't tell...an interesting story. "

His gaze moved down and settled on the little black face on Jason's lap, and the complexity in his tone was about to overflow: "I shouldn't be qualified for this."

Who am I to qualify for Fifty Shades of Grey?

Bruce met Peter's shocking gaze, his back subconsciously bowed, and his small fangs bared out.

Of course the world's number one detective knew what was going on in the opponent's mind.

Just the slightest thought of the possibility of him messing with Stark would have Bleu explode into a gray and white dandelion again!

The tragic meow echoed in the house: "Meow meow meow!"

Bruce's pupils contracted violently.

This cry had nothing to do with him at all. For a moment, he lost control of his body.

【Peter Parker! 】

A deep voice, containing the meaning of gnashing of teeth, suddenly sounded from Bruce's head.

Bruce: ...

Heck.

He lowered his furry head, covered the cat's face with his paws, and pursed his ears listlessly.

What kind of human suffering is this?

He sighed secretly, trying to keep his voice calm: [Stark? 】

Tony took a deep breath and said in an indescribable way: 【...Wayne. 】

The author has something to say:

Um, Papa Tony just arrived.