[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Black Mask froze in place.

A Kryptonian of my age was just kidnapped like this?

The process of getting Bizarro from Lex was a near-death experience, and he even lost a lot of elites.

It was all worth it, he comforted himself.

Especially a Kryptonian who is not afraid of kryptonite-Luthor just treats this monster as a defective product because he is not superhuman enough, but Black Mask is not that picky, he just needs a planet-level force.

but……

What the hell is this way? ? ?

He stared at Bizarro desperately, his eyeballs were bursting and bloodshot. Just a day ago, his people either broke an arm or severed his head in order to lock up this monster. Meat grinder.

In a trance, the black mask unexpectedly remembered a rumor that he sneered at——

It is said that every bat should have a Kryptonian.

Heck!

Are these bats a little too wicked?And these Kryptonians, what's going on with each of them, are the people from the Bat family so fragrant?

Tony stayed in the body of the little black face, his mood fluctuated violently, and his thoughts were highly consistent with the black mask.

Tony: [Old Bat, is there something wrong with your family? 】

Those are Kryptonians—each of them has star-level combat power, although they haven't reached the level of Superman's ability to fight against a planet with pure physical strength.

But, but, that's a Kryptonian!

Tony looked shocked: [Bruce, tell the truth, do you have any special posture for fishing Kryptonians? 】

Bruce: […]

The dark knight endured for a long time, rubbed his eyebrows: [No. 】

Tony: 【Then this—】

Bruce took over the conversation and said calmly: [This is Gotham's talent market. 】

Tony still wanted to talk, but was interrupted roughly by Bruce: [The talent market is like this. 】

Bruce: [There are Kryptonians in the talent market, what's wrong? 】

Kryptonians are all migrant workers.

Tony: […]

Heck, so why didn't I get this one in the New York talent market?or free?

The black mask was gnashing his teeth upstairs, but he was a sensible guy, knowing that the current situation was very unfavorable to him, he was just about to retreat, but he turned and bumped into a cold armor.

"What are you doing? Batman, I'm a serious businessman!" He took a step back vigilantly.

"Businessman?" Dick roared under his throat, "Roman, there is a limit to my tolerance for you—"

He forcefully knocked the black mask to the ground, kicked the opponent's arm out of joint, and the long stick with the electric arc approached the black mask's eyes infinitely.

"I tolerated you before because Gotham can't bear too much movement."

He stepped on the fragile cervical spine of the black mask: "Arkham Knight has reshuffled the cards. I believe that at this time, you will not try to provoke me."

The back of the black mask was drenched in cold sweat.

The fear of Batman is something engraved in their bones, and no one is willing to really challenge him except the lunatic Joker.

They maintain a delicate balance.

Dick's voice was emotionless: "Be honest."

In the next second, he disappeared like a ghost.

**

Jason took Bizarro to his favorite gargoyle, where they overlooked Gotham.

"Don't step on her, this beauty can't bear your weight." He pulled the bizarro.

"Oh." Bizarro stood obediently at a corner of the building.

He doesn't have as many abilities as Clark, but it's not too far behind. For a while, the sound of Gotham came to his ears.

Crowds are communicating, vehicles are rolling over puddles, pigeons are flapping their wings, leaves are falling.

He murmured: "It's so noisy."

But it is something that cannot be felt in the lead-wrapped laboratory, and it is as fresh as another world.

Jason pointed to the other side of the bridge: "Over there is the metropolis, where all your friends are."

Bizarro shook his head, slowly: "No...you are a friend, I will follow you."

The system was on the other side, slightly hooking his lips.

Jason: "... Smallville Street has the best chili dogs in the world, and a little further north is the Gotham Library—you can read?"

He babbled to Bizarro for a long time, until his mouth was a little dry, and he looked around inadvertently.

Peter's red head poked out a little from the spire of the tower, and he hung on the wall, talking solemnly to the cat.

Jason: "..."

He let Bizarro carry him to fly over, and said quietly: "Spider boy? Do me a favor, you take Bizarro home first, I have to work for a few minutes."

Peter: "!"

With a start, he subconsciously hugged the cat and shrank into a ball.

The little spider got angry: "Why can't you go to the front—"

"What about people?"

Peter and Bizarro looked at each other, staring at each other. After a while, their shoulders drooped, and they said listlessly, "Forget it, big man. Let's go this way and we'll be home soon."

Tony hesitated to speak: [...Have you turned around from training all day long? 】

**

Jason watched the figures of Bizarro and Peter gradually shrink, took out a cigarette from his pocket, smoked half of it, and said abruptly: "Have you thought about it?"

A black figure slowly walked out of the shadows after hearing the voice.

"No." Dick sat down beside him: "You said something that made me think about it slowly."

He fiddled with the cloak and complained: "Bruce's clothes are really uncomfortable. I don't know why he wears this thing every day to patrol at night."

Jason didn't speak.

Dick didn't receive a response, and he wasn't embarrassed. He said to himself, "You stole my idea."

Jason raised his eyebrows and turned his face: "What?"

"A city." Dick took off the voice changer, and his tone suddenly became brisk: "When you fooled that big man, you borrowed my words."

Jason lazily repeated what Dick had said before: "I have a whole Brudhaven, but I can give you half."

"Oh." The big blue bird blinked, "You still remember."

"I was just drunk at the time, not stupid." Jason took a breath, "I'm sorry for making you lose Brudhaven."

Dick lay back: "Gotham is not bad."

After a while, he sat up straight again, staring at the cigarette in Jason's hand with probing eyes.

"Are you trying to drown yourself in nicotine?"

The big blue bird stretched out his hand, and couldn't resist to snuff out the cigarette butt, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly: "Which one is this? I don't remember you liking this thing so much before."

Jason glared at him annoyedly, and took another cigarette out of the box unhappily: "Dickie, if you really want to be a mother bird, there is a devil cub you can take care of."

He lit the fire, intending to deliver the cigarettes.

The man in the bat suit paused for a few seconds, snatched the lighter with his hands, and slammed it behind him.

His expression was cold and hard for a moment, and he was just about to teach someone a lesson, but seeing the black-haired young man with his head down, his attitude softened unconsciously: "Smoking, drinking—Little Wing, we all know what the next step is."

The big blue bird clenched its lips, Bruce's death was still a scar that would never heal, but the living still needed to live well.

"I have enough time." Dick looked at Jason's face calmly, "I can spend it with you forever."

Jason opened his eyes slightly, looking Dick up and down.

Is this blue bird serious?

Jason: "...what's wrong with you?"

Dick just stared at him, making Jason shudder.

In the end, it was Jason who took the lead to look away and muttered, "Okay."

But just showing weakness like this made him feel uncomfortable, but his momentum was much worse than before: "You waited for a long time, just to talk to me about this?"

Dick smiled, "Of course not."

The big blue bird lowered its head, pressed the mechanism on the universal belt, and a narrow box popped out, inside which was a small lead box.

There was a camera on the lead box. Dick scanned his eyes first, then picked it up, and pointed it at Jason's eyes.

"Di, the iris has been verified, and the identity is being reset."

Jason was taken aback for a moment: "This is...?"

As Robin, he'd seen Bruce play with these little boxes, each of which had been checked over and over by Batman and only he could open.

Dick gave the answer directly: "Kryptonite."

In this world, 90% of the kryptonite is in the hands of Bruce, and the rest is controlled by Lex. Jason tried to find kryptonite in the black market before, but finally gave up.

I can't find it at all, and what I find is fake.

This stone can cause fatal damage to Kryptonians, as long as a small amount can make them lose their strength.

Dick sighed: "Oh, that Kryptonian... Bizarro, I think you plan to partner with him for a long time, which is good, but once the Kryptonian is controlled, it will be a disaster."

He rambled: "You may be safer alone, after all, the whole world is coveting the power of the Kryptonians, but now that you have decided, you should make more preparations."

Jason opened the lid of the box, and a green kryptonite lay on the cushion.

System: [Bizaro is different from Superman, green kryptonite can increase his strength. 】

Jason: [... so. 】

Dick knows the Kryptonians well, whether it's Clark or Kara, Connor who appeared later also has a good relationship with him, and this blue bird has worked with Bruce for a long enough time.

Jason probably didn't know Kryptonians, he thought.

The big blue bird was worried that Jason would be hurt in the future, so he followed the two for a long time.

He didn't know that Bizarro didn't respond to green kryptonite, he was just trying to keep Jason as safe as possible.

"There is also magic. Their frozen breath can be dissolved with potions, and x vision needs to be used..."

Jason lowered his head, the corners of his lips curled up a little imperceptibly.

"I see."

He held the small lead box in his hand, covering it warmly.

Instead of telling Dick he didn't need it, Jason stuffed it very snugly in the inside pocket of his jacket.

When Dick saw Jason accept it, his beautiful eyes were bent, but they were covered by the bat hood. From Jason's angle, only the cold white goggles could be seen.

Nightwing has the most beautiful blue eyes in the world.

An inexplicable impulse drove Jason to reach out and touch the goggles of the bat hood. Dick raised his face for no reason.

"What's wrong? Is it weird that I wear this?"

Jason shook his head: "You should change Bruce's uniform."

At least change the goggles to clear ones.