[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Bruce lay on his stomach for a long time, and thought a lot, until he felt a slight rise and fall.

Todd woke up.

The time for the man to fall asleep was very short, Bruce estimated a little, it was almost a few hours, and in the meantime, he had just used a very expensive spell.

Todd's in a bad state of mind, Bruce thought to himself.

He moved slowly, and a bony hand stretched out abruptly, wrapping his head around his head.

"Meow?"

Todd opened his eyes and sat up on the bed with his hands, looking a little dazed. He rubbed his temples, his brows twitched slightly, showing a very uncomfortable look.

【What’s wrong with you? 】

Bruce stretched out his claws, hooked Todd's clothes, and pulled them down.

The man glanced at him, but understood another meaning.

"I have to rest for a while, and...it's a bit difficult to take your body out. I don't want to dig a grave in front of Ah Fu, looking like a lunatic."

When he complained, his tone had the familiar feeling of Bruce again.

"The experience of becoming a cat." Todd looked into Bruce's eyes: "I don't think you want people to know?"

Bruce nodded.

Todd nodded too.

The room suddenly became silent, the man turned his face and stared at the void, as if there was something there, in fact, his brain was in a shutdown state for the first time in a long time.

A long time ago, he thought that he should say something when he saw Bruce, but when it really came to this time, he couldn't say anything.

The fluffy puppet cat squats aside quietly, like a fluffy cat doll.

Todd took a deep breath and tentatively reached out his hand.

"Meow?" Bruce was a little confused, stretched out his hairy paw, and put it in the man's palm.

The man covered his face with his other hand, and his body trembled slightly.

Too foul.

The little black face is a beautiful cat, but after equating it with Bruce, there is an extra layer of inexplicable meaning.

Anyway—he really wanted to rua the cat belly, in another time and space, he used some small tricks to stroke the big black cat in the air, but now, a fluffy Bruce cat was in front of him— —Bruce cat with small round paws like mangosteen and huge soft neck.

He held the furry paw expressionlessly, and moved back.

Bruce: "Meow!"

He is stretched into the shape of a cat strip, with his belly up. This action is very special for cats. The abdomen is the softest part of a cat's body. It is not good to be stretched artificially.

Bruce's round blue eyes were full of shock, and he maintained the movement stiffly, watching his future son press his fingers on his fur belly with a serious face.

— rubbed and scratched again.

A strange shudder spread to the brain along the place where the man's fingers touched, Bruce Maomao couldn't help shivering, subconsciously closed its paws, and hugged the man's hand.

Todd: "...ah."

Bruce saw the corner of the other's mouth slightly upturned, and the next second, the man blinked and took out the phone from his pocket.

—Crack.

Bruce: "!"

He rolled violently, showing a betrayed expression,

Todd only took one look and then turned his back, his back slightly bent, trembling uncontrollably, and a muffled laugh escaped from his throat.

"Oh my God." The man's smiling eyebrows stretched out, his thick eyelashes were drawn down, and his smile penetrated into his green eyes, like a shooting star piercing the dark night.

"Bruce..." He sighed out Bruce's name, rubbed his right knuckles against the good eye, and couldn't help showing a mischievous look on his face.

Bruce froze.

He hadn't seen his son like this for a long, long, long time.

This stupefaction caused him to be turned over, and the man's fur belly was stretched out forcibly by the man. What's worse, the other party liked to stroke his hair backwards, and the hair he had worked so hard to lick was rua into a mess.

"Meow." He opened his mouth in bewilderment and screamed miserably.

The man lowered his eyes, the atmosphere around him was unbelievably soft, he hummed softly: "Don't move around.

...Forget it, Bruce thought.

Just pamper you.

But Todd didn't touch it for long. The closed door was knocked hastily and then slammed open. After Tony went out, the man's pale and haggard face kept flashing back in front of his eyes, making him restless.

Plus there was no sound at all inside.

What if something goes wrong?

After this idea appeared, he couldn't get rid of it anymore. He took two steps at the door and looked at Jason beggingly, his eyes were full of "I want to go in and have a look".

Jason drooped his lower eyelids, raised his jaw noncommittally, and didn't express his thoughts clearly.

Tony rolled his eyes and opened the door roughly.

Old Bat, can't you be more frank?

He slammed the door too fast, and Todd himself was still in the burnout period when he was exhausted, so he didn't have time to retract his hand for a while.

look at each other.

The three pairs of eyes meet together, full of embarrassment and suffocation.

Bruce turned his head in despair.

Tony's voice changed a bit: "...you do this in there?"

Todd: "..."

What do you mean by doing this, talk well, did he do something ulterior?

It seems unreasonable, although he didn't treat Bruce like a father, but in the eyes of Iron Man, this is a famous scene of his son Rua's old father with belly hair.

Todd clenched his fist loosely, moved it to his mouth, and coughed a few times awkwardly and politely: "Mr. Stark..."

"Is it good to touch?"

Tony interrupted him abruptly, moving his fingers restlessly.

Todd: "?"

He opened his mouth with a blank face: "It's very easy to touch."

There was an awkward silence.

What is Iron Man doing? It's because he masturbates cats too much. As Tony, who lived in a public rental cat, has he awakened some strange ptsd?

Tony was silent for a few seconds.

Ragdoll = Bruce Wayne = Batman.

He looked at Bruce, stunned to see the meaning of suffocation from the cat's face, and his blue eyes were full of words.

"...Let me touch it too."

Bruce: "???"

What is wrong with it?He flicked his hair, the muscles all over his body were tense, he aimed at the gap around Tony, and used his fastest speed——

There is one disadvantage of the Batcave. As the design of Master Wayne, it is the same as the design concept of Wayne Manor.

Big, super big.

Todd's eyes were glued to the flying fur ball, and his eyes couldn't help but wander a little.

It looks better in hand.

Tony raised one eyebrow, squatted down, and said rather badly: "Ah... kitty, you are so enthusiastic."

"Meow!"

With a threatening grunt in his throat, Bruce nimbly jumped onto Tony's knee, stepped on Tony's shoulder, and jumped out!

"Little black face?"

He felt his body suddenly soaring into the air, and the visitor skillfully changed his posture and held him in his arms, "Tony?"

"Oh." Tony stood up stiffly, "You put on this suit."

Dick took off his hood and stroked his forehead: "What happened?"

It's hard for me to explain to you, Tony thought.

A shadow in a yellow cloak fell at the entrance of the Batcave. Tony lowered his head dryly, glanced at Bruce, and stepped back with interest.

"I still have things to settle." He waved at Peter, "kid, it's time for us to go home."

Although he was very curious, he still understood that the matter of the Bat family should only be resolved within them. No matter how many secrets the guests from the future have, they should not be known to him and Peter.

The most urgent thing is to leave, but there is another big problem. Before that, he was just a frozen corpse, and now everything that belongs to him is occupied by Anthony, and there is no way to summon the armor to pick him up at Wayne Manor.

"Contact my secretary." Tim handed Tony a series of numbers in a considerate manner: "You can choose a plane, of course, but not the Batplane."

Damian walked over coldly, treating Tim like nothing the whole time, and roughly pushed Dick away: "What are you doing?"

"Hello, Damian."

The pupils of the little boy constricted violently, and he pulled out the long knife in an instant, pointing the sharp tip at Todd's face: "Who are you?"

"The future Jason Todd."

"Dami, don't be impulsive." Dick pressed Damian's hand, "Uh...Little Wing?"

The elder didn't seem to want to continue talking, he greeted Dick politely, and said perfunctorily, "Just call me Todd."

"Wait a minute."

Dick stopped him, but was talking to Jason, "Little Wing? What's going on?"

Jason remained silent. He waited until Tony and Peter left, then raised his eyes and said with a half-smile, "I want to know what's going on, too. Do you have time now?"

The elder sighed, and habitually walked in Tim's direction. Halfway there, he turned a corner abruptly and found a place to sit down.

Dick leaned over worriedly. He didn't doubt Todd's identity at all. In a sense, he trusted his intuition. This person was undoubtedly Jason Todd, and his small movements were exactly the same as Jason's.

This is my future lover!

But he wasn't doing well at all.

This fact made Big Blue Bird quite heartbroken. He patted the man's shoulder familiarly, and just about to speak, he felt the muscles under his hands slightly stiff.

Damian had a stinking face. After Dick expressed his attitude, he restrained his hostility a little and followed him.

Todd closed his eyes.

His movement was not obvious, but still caught by Dick, he glanced at Damian out of the corner of his eye to make sure that Robin was not planning to violently kill.

The big blue bird suddenly realized something.

The other party is trying to control his attacking instinct - before that, he has approached Jason countless times, and the reactions of his little jaybird are very cute, even if he is sometimes startled, after seeing clearly that it is him, It will reveal a calm look from the heart.

He loves this.

He likes being in Jason's safety circle, he likes Jason's defenselessness against him, and he likes the sense of security and dependence that the black-haired young man inadvertently exudes.

But here in Todd, he is regarded as an enemy.

Enemies weren't quite right, this level of defense—Dick was familiar enough with Jason to make an accurate analogy.

Probably a little worse than the Joker.

Todd turned his face and looked at the hand on his shoulder strangely.

Dick paused, and after a few seconds, he moved his arm away slowly.

The big blue bird was silent, and retreated a meter away.

This is Jason's safe distance.