[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The speed of the bat machine is very fast, and within a few minutes, it hovered over the lake that entered the bat cave.

Before being identified as an abnormal landing, Tim turned off the alarm first. He sat in front of the monitoring screen, crossed his legs, and the camera quickly zoomed in, staying at the entrance of the aircraft.

what happened?

This thing has obvious bat-like features, but it doesn't match this era at all. Where did Jason get the flying machine?

The bat machine fell into the bat cave with a chic flick, and the little spider jumped out of the entrance first, carrying Tony's body.

Tim froze slightly.

He stood up from the chair and held the other end of the transparent can, "Does he still have vital signs?"

"The scan result is no." Peter bit his lip, looking a little frustrated, but he managed to pull himself together, his voice revealing a desperate optimism: "But Mr. Todd said, Mr. Stark can come back."

"Mr. Todd?"

It sounded like he was addressing Jason, but he had never used such an unfamiliar tone before. No one came out of the Batplane. When Tim was about to investigate, a gentle slope protruded from the entrance of the cabin.

This is not the usual channel for the Batmobile—in order to save space, the design of the Batmobile is usually a small section, which is used for climbing in the event of an accident. It is very convenient to take it out and put it down. The rescued person climbed by himself.

The design of Gentle Slope is so humanized that it is incompatible with the bat machine, but it is more like Bruce Wayne's private jet, which can make Master Wayne get on the plane in his sleep without any bumps.

Jason came out first, his face looked like someone owed him hundreds of millions and didn't pay it back.

"Big Red?" Tim looked at Jason and Peter. "Where's your cat? And Bizarro—"

"They're all fine." Jason interrupts roughly, Tim, who is trying to keep himself from taking his anger out on innocent people after being treated like that by the future Drake.

Even if he is a ghost in the future, but now, he is still that baby bird.

"Tude."

It was the sound of crutches hitting the ground.

At this moment, Tim suddenly understood the meaning of Gentle Po's existence.

It was installed for this person.

When he saw the other person's face clearly, Tim opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound. The little red bird looked at Jason's face with a pale face, as if looking for an answer.

Jason's face became even uglier.

"Are you... no, can you tell me your current age?" Tim casually grabbed a coffee cup from his side, the hot cup wall burned his palm, and the elder cast his gaze at himself At that moment, he subconsciously brought the cup to his lips to conceal his emotions.

"very hot."

He heard the other party's gentle and gentle voice, with a hint of hoarseness: "Let's drink it later."

Tim swallows uncomfortably, some tentative theories have formed in his mind, but he doesn't really want to admit the possibility.

"Jason Todd." The elder said briefly: "As for the age, you know I shouldn't disclose this information."

Yes.

Tim knew the other party was right, but he just couldn't help being anxious, let alone the other party's physical condition, these vigilantes are more or less mentally prepared to lose arms and legs, what kind of mental state is that? What's going on?

He is very familiar with Jason, even more familiar than Jason imagined. Every kid in Gotham has longed for Robin, not to mention a kid like him who is so smart that he can directly infer the identities of Dick and Bruce. Come's detective skills allow him to see more than Peter.

This man seemed to be living on one breath.

He had one unfinished business, and when it was done, he was almost dead.

Tim's brain kept running and simulating, and the fingers holding the coffee cup were quietly clenched until the knuckles turned white.

"Hey, little detective."

"Huh?" Tim looked up following the voice.

The elder reached out his hand, patted Tim jokingly, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Don't think about it so much—don't you really feel hot?"

Tim was a little sluggish. According to his usual way of getting along with Jason, he should say a few witty words at this time, but in front of this person, his tongue felt like it was frozen.

He watched the other party take his cup very naturally and put it in a ventilated place.

He turned his face to the side bluntly, awed by this too strange feeling, a warm and dry hand came over, lifted his forehead hair, and stroked his head again.

"It's time for you to rest." Todd's voice became softer and softer: "Staying up late is not a good habit, and the current situation is not urgent enough for you... Well, you can't sleep for two or three days."

"Oh." Tim took a big step back and lost his composure. He put his hands behind his back to support the countertop behind him, but because he was too flustered, he couldn't help it.

The man showed a... a smile that he couldn't quite describe.

"Okay, it's time to work." There was a crisp sound of the cane hitting the ground, and the sound gradually faded away. Todd directed Peter to put the can containing Tony's body in the lounge. Sometimes the vigilantes in the Batcave They have no time to sleep and are too sleepy, so they will take a nap here.

"Give me some space not to be disturbed, please." He said, and when Peter heard it, he withdrew wisely. The man paused for a moment, and turned his gaze to Jason. Tim stood at the door, ready to step in He hesitated slightly, then lowered it again.

The black-haired young man stood aside with folded arms, without raising his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard the deportation order.

Todd sighed helplessly.

Jason's voice was a little muffled: "I still have something to ask you, and you agreed before."

The elder felt a little funny vaguely. He leaned his cane against the corner and said softly, "I will tell you everything, but now, I need to focus."

"Then my existence will make you unfocused?" Jason retorted harshly: "Ha, did you feed your attention training with ACE?"

Todd bent his eyes and said nothing. He sat on the sofa, silently expressing his resistance.

Jason's eyes were getting worse and worse.

The black-haired young man finally left, and before going out, he slammed the door loudly.

The man sighed again, he stood up on his knees, this movement was a bit strenuous for him, the little black face quietly hid in the corner of the room when no one was paying attention, when he heard the movement, he poked out his hair secretly head.

Todd took out the electronic shielding device, aimed at the monitor in the room, and launched them one by one. After everything was done, he waved: "Iron Man, you can come here."

Tony, who was manipulating the cat's body, suddenly trembled.

Tony called Bruce a series of times in his consciousness: [Bat!He's talking to me—does he know you exist? 】

Bruce: [...I think he knows. 】

The Dark Knight was in a low mood, but he was always good at hiding himself, and Tony didn't hear anything unusual.

"That's right, it's you." He listened in horror as the other party stripped himself off: "I need to take your soul out of the cat."

"Meow?"

He walked over in hesitation. Todd lowered his body, and the wristband on his arm quickly deformed, transforming into a few thin wires connected to the transparent can. After he fiddled with it a few times, the can would emit a puff of white gas.

what.

Tony's hind paws were strong, and Maomao's superior jumping ability allowed him to jump onto the man's shoulders in one fell swoop.

I look miserable.

It doesn't matter if the body is riddled with holes, and it will be frozen like an old popsicle.

"Meow meow."

[I look like I'm dead, how can I fix this? 】

A faint green light appeared on the man's hand, and brightly colored particles covered the wound on Tony's body. Todd narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly.

【I've wanted to ask for a long time—didn't you learn Weissandi's magic from the long-faced mage, shouldn't that kind of magic be golden? 】

Tony could easily distinguish the difference between Vissandi's magic and Todd's current magic.

Their properties are fundamentally different, and they give people different feelings—but this green thing is more in line with his childhood fantasies about magic.

The wound is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Todd's back, which was originally straight, hunched slightly unknowingly. He is now a little dizzy, and his exhaustion is like a tidal wave, overwhelming his head.

"Meow?"

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and focused again. The golden magic circles hit Tony's body one by one. The whole process can be described as long. He didn't stop until Tony was wrapped in a golden light cocoon.

"All right."

"Meow meow meow……"

【alright?I can become again]

Tony only felt an overpowering force, pinching himself and throwing it into the void, but this experience was only for a short moment, and in the next second, he heard his own voice.

"...Is anyone there?"

"Oh." Tony's eyes widened and he moved his body. The bone that had not been used for a long time made a crunching sound. He wanted to hold the edge of the can and turned it over, but within two steps, he almost fell to the ground.

"Tsk."

Quite bald.

He can't walk anymore?

"You have to get used to it for a while. It takes a certain amount of time for your body and soul to blend in." The man closed his eyes and said quietly, his face was paler than before.

Tony frowned: "Are you okay?"

Todd waved his hand, "It's okay, you can go out now."

"That——" Tony hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the other party about Bruce: "Do you know..."

"I know."

He opened his eyes. From Tony's perspective, he could only see the rigid fake eye. The man's voice was a little indifferent: "His situation is a bit complicated, and I need it to remain a secret."

Tony hesitated to speak, but saw that Todd obviously didn't want to continue talking, after a pause, he went out.

Todd waited until he heard the sound of the door closing, and then let out a slow breath. He was unsteady when he stood up, and his mental exhaustion made him sick.

Fortunately, there are beds here.

He staggered to the side of the narrow bed and slammed it down, Bruce followed behind him like a silent puppy.

"come over."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then slowly rubbed over, jumped on the pillow, put away his nails, and pressed his furry claws against Todd's hand.

His future child looked at him blankly.

Abruptly, he was grabbed and roughly trapped in his arms.

"I'm sleepy—don't move, let me sleep."

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