[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

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The existence of the system, the strange understanding of oneself, the familiar but vague attitude towards some people, the so-called drawing cards, making out of nothing for no reason-and fucking character cards.

Jason had already accumulated enough doubts, but too many things happened these days. His detective ability is not as evil as Tim's, but it's not enough to connect these clues that are under his nose.

At the moment when the truth is discovered, anger burns like firewood meeting fire.

"—You fucking take me as a reality show? The real version of Truman's World?"

The man chuckled.

"To be precise." Tim said with a half-smile, "It's you who insisted on appearing in a reality show."

He casually: "Although I don't think it makes any sense, it doesn't matter, you know I will always indulge you... no matter how ridiculous it sounds."

Tony: [Bat, your future cub, is there something wrong? 】

Not only is it wrong, it sounds very unhealthy.

Jason was taken aback: "Pamper? Why do I need your pampering?"

Jason grasped the key point keenly. The word "indulge" means dependence and epigenesis. He couldn't figure out what was going on to make the future Tim use this disgusting word.

Tim: "Because I support you."

Jason absurdly: "What the fuck are you talking about?"

The man was not angry when he was contradicted, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice: "Otherwise... where do you think the Batplane came from? Think about it, why is the bat suit dropped?"

Bang!

The voice sounded like kicking over something, followed by the furious voice of the system: "Get lost!"

Then there's blaring white noise.

The bat machine finally stopped hovering in the air, it rushed out, circled an elegant arc, and the black light film covered the fuselage in an instant.

System: "AI, check the remaining life forms in Stark Tower."

{Dick, checked, life remaining: 5 units. }

This means that apart from a few of them, there is no one else in this building.

The muzzle installed on the bat machine quickly deformed, and no longer fired laser cannons used in small-scale conflicts. All kinds of destructive shells dragged the flames and blasted on Anthony.

The symbiont armor could still protect him, but under such intensive firepower, the Stark Building suddenly became riddled with holes, the reinforced beams and columns were directly broken in half, and cracks appeared on the roof and floor.

Anthony: "OK, since that's the case."

Anthony: "Friday, you're in charge of evacuating the crowd."

The Iron Legion came out in full force, and the drones in San Francisco gathered together. The Batbot, surrounded in the middle, suddenly seemed weak.

Peter: "Hey! Wait a minute, what are you doing?"

He ejected the spider silk without hesitation, hung under the bat machine, climbed up nimbly, and stood in front of Anthony's palm cannon.

"Come on, Mister Stark, you can't do this."

"I can." Bai Ke waved his hand, and the silver-white liquid wrapped around Peter's feet at a strange angle, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely wrapped in the armor.

Anthony: "Friday, take him out."

This kind of firepower confrontation will not only destroy Stark Tower, but the entire Stark Island, no, maybe the entire San Francisco will be bombarded and sink to the bottom of the sea.

Jason frowned, even by his standards, it was a little too much.

"System!" He tried to get in touch with the system: "Can you hear me? Stop—"

"He can't hear," Tim replied. "He cut off the communication."

"What a bad temper." The man sighed, changed the subject abruptly, and said slowly, "I can stop them."

Tony was in a hurry: [Hurry up, if you keep going, my building and my island will be gone! 】

Jason gritted his teeth: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Tim said unhurriedly: "Wait for you to ask me."

Jason: "?"

Is this really Tim Drake?Except that the sound didn't change much, it was nothing like the little red bird he was familiar with.

The future Tim didn't show the slightest surprise to everything in front of him from the beginning to the end. His indifference was shocking. He could clearly provide a Noah's Ark, but he watched the flood ravaging the earth indifferently.

Just such a ghost that became Batman in the future?

Where is the future Grayson?No, what is my future self doing?

Men can read minds: "If you say Grayson guys—they're worse than you think."

"So, do you want to ask me?"

Jason's cheeks twitched twice, his anger was getting higher and higher, but he couldn't do anything.

Powerlessness.

In the technological gap across time, he couldn't think of any way to stop this chaos. Just when he was about to gnash his teeth, the bat machine turned off strangely, and Peter, who had just torn off his armor, was grabbed by the claws , was pulled into the plane in a blink of an eye, the fuselage turned around, and flew towards Jason.

Tim snorted under his breath: "...that's a pity."

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to hold the transparent can containing Tony's body. The bat machine flew lower and lower, almost whizzing past the floor. He took this opportunity, jumped hard, and fell into the cabin.

He sullenly said, "Give me..."

"I'll give you an explanation."

The man sitting in the driver's seat pressed a few buttons casually, the plane entered autopilot mode, and turned around.

Peter got up from his seat in a daze, shaking his head, "Mr. Stark! How is Mr. Stark?"

Jason pointed to the storage compartment behind the little spider without looking back, his eyes still firmly glued to the man.

"Great, I thought..."

The sentence stopped abruptly, and Peter stared at the two people in front of him dumbfounded.

"Uh, uh, you—Jie Niao, you have an older brother? He looks like you..."

Jason sneered.

"No." The man's tone was quite calm, and it didn't seem at all that he almost blew up the entire San Francisco.

"I am the same person as him, Jason Todd. For the sake of convenience, you can call me Todd."

The little spider moved his hands uncomfortably: "Oh, yes, yes...Mr. Todd."

It was difficult for him not to use honorific titles for this person. For some reason, it might be due to the difference in temperament. He couldn't treat him like Jason.

The man in front of him still looked very young, but... If he was really the future Jason, it would be too bad.

Todd didn't have any energy on his body, even though he tried his best to hide his mental state, the exhaustion still overflowed from his gestures.

The dark green eyes were hollow, the skin was paler than the Jason he knew, reminding Peter of a vampire who lived in the night, and a square of gauze covered his left eye.

On top of that, there was no light in his eyes.

Peter knew this look, and when he was a good neighbor in New York, he would take special care of such people.

Because without exception, they all lost the meaning of living.

It is difficult to say whether they will choose to end their lives at any time.

Jason's eyes were gloomy. He stared at Todd for a while, strode forward, and roughly tore off the gauze from Todd's left eye.

He was not polite at all: "You are blind, why don't you choose a pair of matching colors?"

Under the gauze was a blue prosthetic eye, one blue and one green, but it didn't look obtrusive, it just made him look like an old cat with different eyes.

blue.

Jason's pupils contracted slightly, he remembered this color, this blue color he had seen for 15 years, and he could see it in front of the mirror every day.

That was the color of his original eyes, but it was changed by the pool of Lazarus behind.

That prosthetic eye is not the type that can see things, it is just filled for aesthetics. This kind of thing that can be replaced at any time, is deliberately made to be exactly the same color as my previous eyes?

Leaving aside the technical difficulty, it is unimaginable to be able to do this. Everyone has slight differences in eye color, and there are many people with blue eyes. At first glance, there is no difference, but you can tell the problem if you look closely.

The man said calmly, "Just like that uniform, this is the only thing I have now."

Jason repeated: "Only?"

The man shrugged his shoulders: "Is it weird? I feel okay? People who order prosthetic eyes charge a lot, but the color is wrong, and it doesn't bother you."

Jason: "The fees are high?"

Todd nodded: "Is it so difficult to admit that I will be a poor ghost in the future?"

Jason closed his eyes patiently, stretched out his hand, grabbed the hair on the back of the man's head, and exerted a little force. Todd raised his face obediently, and asked inexplicably, "Why do you react so strongly to this eye?"

——The reaction was so great.

This sentence directly ignited Jason's nerves. He pulled the hair between his fingers tightly, causing the other party to frown uncomfortably, but I don't know if it was out of subtle guilt and guilt, but the man didn't move at all.

He said cautiously, "If you don't like it, I'll just cover it up."

Jason: "You don't remember the color?"

The man looked even more confused. He rested his fingers on the eyelids and touched them gently, uncertainly: "It's... blue?"

Jason took a deep breath so that he wouldn't look vexatious, and he suppressed his voice.

"Before I was 15, my eyes looked like this."

"Oh." The man looked very surprised, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment: "Sorry, it's been too long, I have forgotten."

He really doesn't remember. When he was Jason's age, he thought that being killed by a clown was the worst thing in his life. He even died because he couldn't accept that he was transformed into a monster by Lazarus Pool. Refusing to look in the mirror, but at this age, those things are as dull as a puff of smoke, and when the wind blows, there is nothing left.

Jason looked even more annoyed, almost pushing the question out of his teeth. "What are you sorry for?"

"Uh...you're angry, so you just..." The man blinked and began to wonder if he was really old.

Was I such a difficult person before?

Jason couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Todd's throat, and slammed into the back of the chair. He could no longer suppress his intense emotions, and his voice became a little higher: "How could I be like you?"

Jason: "If you live like this, why don't you die?"

Todd still didn't resist, and closed his eyes slightly.

He apologized again flatly: "I'm sorry."