[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The unknown malice in Jason's heart became more and more intense. Looking at this so-called "future self", he felt a gloom stuck in his throat.

But when he got angry at Todd, he would appear particularly unreasonable.

When Todd existed as a system, he had already treated himself as well as possible. Only now did he understand why the other party always hesitated to speak, and why he kept silent at critical times.

——When he looked at himself, he was looking at the future that he had long missed and never reached.

But why the hell don't you say it?Is it fun to pretend to be a system?

And that damn skill.

[Make him happy. 】

Once this incomprehensible system skill is applied to magic, it suddenly becomes simple and clear.

The essence of this skill is emotional transfer. The party that casts the spell actively can transfer the emotions of the passive party, bear the pain and despair of the other party, and then transfer their own good emotions to it.

That's why he felt a strange joy when using this skill.

Joy alone is not enough, there is even a comforting warmth that lifts the spirit.

--but.

What good mood does this man have?He looked like he could take the initiative to stab his heart with a dagger at any time!

"I'm in a little pain." The man looked at him gently, maintaining a calm expression: "Because we are all alone, can you stop choking my neck?"

Jason's pupils shrunk to the size of a pinprick, his emotions almost lost control, and his whole body was filled with chaos, but under the tolerant eyes of the other party, he was set off like an ignorant child.

Peter saw the atmosphere getting so tense, his tangled intestines were all twisted into a ball, he looked at the little black face for help, but Mr. Wayne just stared straight at his sons and didn't even look at himself.

No, I can't get them to fight, it's all about.

He took a few steps forward awkwardly, coughing pretendingly, trying to attract the attention of the two of them.

Still no one cares about him.

Jason rolled his lips and tightened his fingers with a sneer. Todd looked like a calm and normal person now. If he hadn't been so furious to tell Drake to go away, Jason might really think he was a Beach stagnant water.

The man is as docile as a lamb, all the muscles in his body are relaxed, and the deadly part is opened to him undefended.

Jason had a lot of problems, but he wasn't the only one on the plane, not that he didn't trust Peter, but some things really weren't suitable for Spider-Man to know.

He let go, walked to the back of the plane and sat down without saying a word, then closed his eyes.

"Uh..." Peter looked at Jason in embarrassment. He didn't know what he should do now, but he felt awkward for no reason. He cleared his throat and prepared to talk to the one who was talking first.

"Mr. Todd, where are we going now?"

"Batcave, solve Iron Man's problem first."

Peter's eyes widened suddenly, and he spoke quickly: "Is it really possible? But Anthony said that Mr. Stark is dead...I, I—"

He was so excited that he couldn't organize his words, the man smiled helplessly: "It's okay, trust me."

"Oh." The little spider nodded. Mr. Todd has a reassuring aura. If I were to use a metaphor, it would probably be the feeling of Captain America. Their presence can make people feel at ease.Just as he was thinking wildly, he saw Todd curling his index finger to cover his mouth, his eyes wandering a bit.

"If you don't mind, there are clothes in the back for a change."

Peter: "!"

He even forgot that he was tricked by his friends and changed into a woman's outfit!Being mentioned in this way, the back immediately felt chilly.

The little spider walked towards the back of the plane in embarrassment, but the tail of the cabin was like a large garbage dump—this is not accurate, but these things are obviously arranged in a special way, some of which are very expensive at first glance, and some things He had never seen it before, and there were some neatly arranged small boxes.

Change of clothes...

It shouldn't be those tattered batsuits on the ground.

He had no way to do it, so he could only turn his head. Todd and Jason were completely different to him. The elders always had a sense of distance, and it seemed embarrassing to make a request.

"Can't find it?"

Todd stood up from the chair, Jason heard the movement, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot that he doesn't have a good habit of putting things away..." Todd's voice became smaller and smaller, and he fell into a strange silence.

Oh shit.

The man took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.

He roughly kicked off the batsuit on the ground, walked into the "garbage", pulled out a few boxes impatiently, opened them, and snapped them shut again.

Peter didn't even dare to take a breath.

For a split second, Spider-Man's vision allowed him to see clearly what was inside.

A pile of used bandages, I don't know how long it has been placed, has become a little black, roughly crumpled, and mixed with the clothes inside.

There was a stiff smile on the corner of Todd's mouth, and the green eye, which was intact, even Peter could see that there was a storm coming in it.

Peter was already a little desperate, just when he thought that he might really go to the legendary Batcave dressed like this, the man frowned and dug out a new suit from the depths.

"Maybe a little big," he said.

Peter sniffed, full of emotion, and after taking the suit, his steps became much lighter.

Todd didn't leave.

He examined these things carefully, but did not reach out to check them. In the end, the man took down a delicate small box from the most conspicuous place.

"What is this?" Jason asked abruptly.

Todd turned his face and saw Jason standing behind him, staring at him displeasedly.

"Something I need." The man was vaguely perfunctory, and it was a little inconvenient to lift his foot. Jason noticed the strange movement of the other party, paused slightly, and pressed his shoulder firmly.

"Your attitude has become colder." Jason said bluntly: "This is the first time you have treated me like this since you came to this world."

The elder's green eyes were blank for a moment, and then he laughed. He took out a cigarette from the inside pocket of his clothes, but Jason snatched it away before he could hold it with his lips.

"Since you are the future me, the habits should be similar." Jason held the cigarette loosely between two fingers, and shook it in front of the other party: "Don't try to perfuse me, what the hell is it?"

The man sighed, feeling a little helpless.

headache.

He has never been very good at dealing with people, let alone someone like Jason who can't hide his every move. His past self approached confidently, with a fresh breath.

He thought about it, and felt that it wasn't worth it to make Jason angry for such a small matter.

--teenager.

He lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

"It's my prosthetic eye." The man said absent-mindedly, "There are some things I haven't noticed all along, but suddenly I know, it feels a little subtle."

Jason: "—you mean, the person who ordered the prosthetic eye for you?"

The older man bent his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Yes."

This matter has to be told from a long time ago. At that time, he was wandering in the Himalayas alone in a state of embarrassment. Before that, he lost an eye and a hip joint in the back during the fight with a bunch of... anyway, in the process of countless assassins. The old injury worsened and another leg was lost.

All in all, it was pretty bad.

That's when Tim showed up.

He wasn't that crazy at the time, he had just taken the Batman mantle from Dick—as the person who always wanted the family to be complete, he spent a whole year following every rumor about the Red Hood in the underground world, Find Himalaya from Gotham.

Eventually he was found himself, but in the year Tim was gone, Damian nearly razed Gotham to the ground.

Todd didn't plan to go back to Gotham at first, he planned to find a good day and die in the Himalayas, until one day, the atrocities of Gotham being ruled by Damian spread directly to the whole world, in the video record, mentioned Mu was beaten to death by Damian alone——

The Gotham reporter also deliberately took a close-up of the person lying on the ground.

It's my fault, he thought.

If the baby bird wasn't looking for me, Gotham would be fine.

But after he went back, Gotham didn't get better, and Tim didn't get better either. Things that a healthy red hood can't do, even disabled Jason Todd can't do.

He really wanted to die, but because of this terrible world, he couldn't simply die.

Terrible, he muttered, while installing artificial legs on himself, walking on crutches is not quite used to it, but it doesn't matter, at this point in time, the madness of the ghost has already begun to show, after all, Tian Tian and the devil bastard Dealing with each other, even normal people will be driven crazy.

I have to find a way to enlighten him.

But he has been screwing himself for so many years, and it was only a few words that he said over and over again. At that time, he really understood Bruce-it didn't mean that he didn't want to say it, but he really couldn't say it. After thinking about this, he unilaterally and The old bat reconciled, and even went to the cemetery and dusted his tombstone.

Going home after sweeping the tomb, Ghosty looked nervously excited, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gave him a disgusting sense of déjà vu.

Can you still live this day?Even what the clown said could be right?

[Ha, little bird!Anyone can be me if he has a bad day and if he doesn't it just proves that it wasn't bad enough. 】

"I killed Damian," Tim said.

He could only comfort dryly: "Okay, you can't save everyone."

That is to say, from that day on, Tim Drake became a complete lunatic. In order to protect Gotham, his methods became more and more bottomless, but he still barely called a hero.

The clown is still wrong, but his relationship with Tim has entered an unhealthy and sick state. He has never installed a fake eye, because this thing is useless except for beauty, and the only person who can see him is Dre. Gram one.

It’s really tiring to stay with such a lunatic. After a routine fight with the other party, the gauze blindfolded fell off. Knowing how ugly the dry eyes are, he stopped and used his hair Covering his blind eyes, he turned and left.

Tim threw him a fake eye the next day.

"Anyway, you're always half-dead, whether it's suitable or not, but you owe me another sum."

—Crazy, he thought, is it hard to buy green eyes?

But when Jason said that this eye was exactly the same as before, he realized it.

Some forgotten things, someone remembers for him.

He still remembered the appearance of the second-generation Robin back then.