[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Peter was very confused.

Uh... How should I put it, ever since he came to this so-called ghostly talent market, he has never been confused.

There were people lying on the ground around, and some of them had already started to roll their eyes. Seeing that it was going to die, the ceiling above the head was crumbling, and it was about to collapse. The fence above the head had already stretched out several cannon barrels.

My little friend coaxed this Robin like a cat—how many Robins does Mr. Wayne have?Did these robins grow out of the ground?The new Batman landed in a cool posture, and stood there silently.

Are you guys toxic?

Peter said eagerly: "Heads, hoods, our people haven't been recruited yet, the talent market..."

He paused strangely for a moment, and said with a broken jar: "Everyone is here, this place has been organized like this, no matter what it is, people must be recruited, although the mercenary recruited people died at the beginning Most of them, but one can be left in the end..."

Tony: [? 】

My cub, what are you talking about?

Driven by grief and indignation, Tony suddenly took over the right to use the little black face's body. Peter didn't hold his schoolbag with much strength, and with a little struggle, he jumped out of the zipper.

Tony: "Meow meow!"

He punched cats and cats on Peter's face a few times, the kind that didn't stick out the nails, and stepped on the little spider's shoulder to climb up. Peter's right arm was around the back of the head, and he twisted his body to reach the cat.

The little spider panicked to death.

As soon as his fingers touched the soft cat's tail, he felt a sudden light on his shoulder, and the fluffy ball hit Jason's head aggressively.

"Meow!"

Peter: "..."

Mr. Wayne seemed very angry.

Jason was still talking to Damian, coaxing the devil boy was not an easy task, until the fat cat fell from the sky——

Damian's eyes lit up!

Tony soared into the air in a daze, and the next second, he found himself lying on Damian's arm armor.

"Meow?"

Peter: "!"

Jason hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and turned the little black face over, exposing the hairy belly to Damian's hands.

Damian's expression was serious as if he wanted to conquer the whole world. He took off his gloves and stroked his furry belly skillfully.

Tony only felt a burst of soreness and refreshment that made his whole body sore and limp. He was soothed from head to toe, his muscles lost all strength, and he turned into a puddle of cats, lying on Damian's body.

Is this also a required skill for Batmen?

Peter: "Mr. Wayne got fucked!"

Little Spider sneaked up to Dick's side, raised his hand to salute, and gestured cautiously: "Hey, sir, I don't know if you still remember me—should we do something else now?"

Dick glanced at the two talking over there, and sighed.

"You're right—but I suggest it's best to get out of here first."

Dick didn't interrupt Jason and Damian, because he knew that such a conversation was very important to both of them, but this place was really not safe, and the big blue bird tried his best to make Damian not be so impulsive, so he secretly observed , but who knew that Jason's existence suddenly set the little devil on fire.

The danger level of the goods in the hands of the black mask cannot be assessed.

It took Dick most of the night to capture this piece of information.

Very few things of this kind would be rated at this level, even the poisonous gas that the scarecrow filled the city was only at the high-risk level.

"You freaks in tights! It's not the first time! Who gave you the guts to—"

Oh bad.

Dick squeezed the batarang in his hand.

They might have pissed off Black Mask this time - such an act of extreme contempt, like having a party on his turf, seriously, little wing, bringing our cats to something like this?

"Boom!"

"I caught it, I caught it—sorry!"

A huge container fell from upstairs. Peter tried to hold it with spider silk, but it was unsuccessful. Even with a certain buffer, he still crushed a few unlucky ghosts when it landed, and they didn't have time to scream , was smashed out of breath.

Dick threw several deadly traps with lightning speed.

Jason's pupils shrank.

Dick wasn't going to start off with something that would overturn a few elephants - he knew enough about the bluebird, so what the hell was in the box?

Jason looked stern, and turned his face slightly: "Robin, you have to take the cat away first, I know you will be fine, but the cat can't."

He subconsciously stood in front of Damian.

Damian lowered his eyes and cast his eyes on the ground, Jason's shadow covered him.

The little boy's heart softened suddenly.

Forget it.

"All right, Todd." He flicked his tongue disdainfully, "I don't need you to protect me."

Reluctantly, he handed the cat to Peter, and frowned, "Parker, I need you to stay away from my Gotham."

The eyes on Peter's hood suddenly grew bigger: "...do you know my identity?"

Damian gave Peter a supercilious look and turned his head as if he was mentally retarded.

Tony patted Peter's hand reassuringly with his cat's paw.

[Bat cubs are like this, city sex is hopeless. 】

The container began to tremble, followed by a low roar. It seemed that a Leviathan was locked inside. There was a dull shattering sound, and green culture fluid oozed from the bottom of the container.

The system suddenly opened its eyes wide.

This colored culture fluid?

"Roar--!"

The solid containers exploded piece by piece, and under the light, the wet figure still had the inorganic smell of culture fluid.

He turned with an angry look on his face, and he was deeply chiseled and well-built, but that wasn't the point.

That face is exactly the same as Superman.

Is this a fucking clone of Superman?Made by Luther?

Jason: [Fuck! 】

System: [Very good! 】

Their voices overlapped.

There was an extremely awkward silence.

Jason took a deep breath and said angrily: [How are you doing? This is a Kryptonian who can crush us to death here at any time! 】

System: [Didn't you always want a Kryptonian? 】

System: [Quick, it's him! 】

Jason suspiciously: [You seem to know him well? 】

The system didn't answer, and just stared at the big iron-gray man without blinking. God knows when was the last time I saw him.

Bizarro was the last to leave him.

After the big fool left, he crouched in a small corner and deleted the numbers one by one that would never be answered again.

... Deleted to the end, the full address book is almost empty.

The system sound is low and hoarse.

[Draw a card. 】

[Card face: Hi... Long time no see. 】

A small Superman doll suddenly appeared in Jason's hands. It was not a delicate and expensive toy. The cotton doll was even a little old. The red cape was a little whitish, and there were a few patches on it.

At the same time, a beautiful character card appeared in front of Jason.

The card is the purest white without any blemishes.

Character Card: [Bissaro]

The big man on the card is smiling silly, wearing a crumpled red T-shirt and oversized blue overalls, his hair is neatly pinched, a curly curly hair, disobedient dropped to his forehead.

A bubble popped from the big man's head.

[The man... red? 】

System: [Don't fight with him, talk to him, he can listen to you. 】

After speaking, he never said a word again.

Jason paused for a few seconds, and looked at Bizarro. He obviously had the overly handsome face of a god on earth, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked a little pitiful.

Exposure to this strange environment, Bizarro became more and more anxious, his fists were clenched quietly, and he was about to get angry.

Dick touched his belt. There was a small piece of kryptonite there, but it was not a last resort. He didn't want to hurt any Kryptonians with kryptonite.

Jason paused.

"Hey!"

Hearing the voice, Bizarro turned slowly, as if he was about to walk over.

"Wait a minute, don't move—"

Jason pressed his hand down reassuringly, and walked forward tentatively. The distance between them was getting closer.

"These things are bad, let me put them away first." Jason slowed down his speech, squatted down, and put away the trap that Dick threw on the ground.

Bizarro bent down, still taller than Jason by a large margin, and he still couldn't speak clearly: "Bad, bad..."

"Correct."

Jason took off his hood, threw it on the ground, and rolled away far away.

"Big man, here you are."

He handed out the Superman doll.

The big iron-gray man seemed to be soothed by this movement. He sat quietly on the ground, fingers lightly, for fear of breaking the little toy if he squeezed too hard.

He recognizes this.

superman.

The man who created him ordered him to be destroyed because he was not enough like Superman. The dark guy stole him out and locked him in the house every day. There was a bright screen in the house, and all the It is this person.

Bizarro: "Super...human?"

Jason raised his face and stared quietly into Bizarro's blue eyes: "It's not Superman."

"You're not Superman, and you can't and won't be, and I just want to give it to you."

Black Mask stood upstairs, burning with anger: "Monsters! Hurry up and get rid of them!"

The corners of Bizarro's eyes drooped a little, he clenched his teeth, his blue eyes turned red, and he suddenly became fierce: "I, I... am not... a monster!"

He waved his hand, the speed was too fast, Jason was directly thrown out, and the superman doll also fell to the ground.

Dick pressed the electric shock button on the long stick, and the blue-purple arc began to jump, and Bizarro's fist was raised high, and it was about to fall.

"Wait—" Jason propped up his body: "Don't interfere."

He picked up the little Superman from the ground and held it in front of Bizarro: "Don't be angry, if you don't want to talk to me, then try talking to it?"

Bizarro's nose twitched, his voice was small, a little aggrieved.

"I, am not a monster, a monster."

"Well, you're not."

"I'm not angry, I'm lonely...I'm sad."

"Everyone says I'm Superman...I'm not."

"I'm Bizarro."

Bizarro put his face in front of Little Superman, and said seriously, his body began to relax, put his hands on the ground, and sat down on his knees.

Jason: "You're not alone—I can be your friend."

He also sat down cross-legged, very close to Bizarro, and gently put the little doll on Bizarro's lap: "I have a beautiful city, just outside here, would you like to go out with me and have a look ?"

He held out his hand to Bizarro.

After a while, a big iron-gray hand approached cautiously.

"Ah."