[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

oh please.

Todd pinched the bridge of his nose.

He knows the virtues of the Bat Family, and he also knows how many seeds of doubt his state will plant for them. He has tried his best to cover up the abnormality, but some things cannot be changed in a short time.

For example, Grayson—unlike Jason, he and Grayson are mortal enemies who will kill each other as soon as they meet, and the reason why they barely reached a tacit reconciliation in the end is because both of them are messed up enough, and they are too exhausted to care about the past resentment.

He blows up the Blue Jay's Brudhaven, forces Bruce to take off his mask, and whacks Tim and Damian in a cape fight.

In return, he's locked up in Arkham, which is fair, and even less so than the shit he's done.

During his days as a system, he saw how Grayson got along with Jason. The current blue bird was still in the fluffy stage, and his own reaction obviously hurt him.

Todd couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, let alone Grayson who had dedicated his life to justice. He even hoped that Damian would always be a bossy devil boy.

It was clear to Todd that the reason these people cared about their problems was because they loved Jason.

"G... Dick." The elder sighed, "I'm sorry, that's not my intention, but... I'm not used to it."

Damian narrowed his eyes and interrupted Todd roughly, he had endured to the extreme: "Prove."

"Ok?"

"I said, prove that you are the future Jason Todd." The little boy clasped his arms anxiously, and his tone was quite unfriendly.

Todd thought for a while, and said calmly: "When you were first created, the servant didn't know how much food the genetically adjusted child needed to eat—"

Jason was slightly taken aback, as if recalling some unbearable past.

Damian lost a tooth, Thalia went into a rage, and threw the devil kid to him, and he was like a baby devil for a while, but it didn't last long.

Speaking of which, Damian wasn't that Damian before he received Augu's poor education as a ruler.

The little boy's face darkened immediately, he snorted coldly, walked to a place as far away from Tim as possible and sat down: "I see."

The man scratched his cheek lightly, feeling even more distressed.

"In fact, Jason and I are two completely different people." When he said the name, his tone was a bit strange: "The life I live is absolutely impossible to be his future."

Dick took up the conversation: "Say I kill my grandma and I cease to exist?"

Todd shook his head, "Time doesn't work that way."

...Actually, he doesn't know how time works, what did the ghost thing say at the time?

"If you compare time to a line." Todd considered his tone: "Your past is already very different from my past. When these differences become more and more numerous, there will be a brand new future."

Keep it simple, indecision, quantum mechanics.

Why would he explain this to someone who didn't even go to high school?

The elder snapped his fingers and subconsciously looked at Tim.

Tim looked back at each other innocently.

Jason covered his forehead and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Tell me your purpose." Damian ordered: "Your reason for coming here, your plan, your actions—I want to know everything."

The little boy seemed to have never thought about the possibility of being rejected. After confirming the identity of the man, he unconsciously showed his usual attitude. Even if Todd was a little older, he was still his property.

Todd said lightly: "There are people like me who have also come into this world, and they are not all friendly."

"why?"

"Because we also want to change our own lives." Todd crossed his legs and changed into a more comfortable position: "Who wouldn't want to live a better life?"

Todd: "Changing the past will definitely change the future, and I'm afraid they'll make things worse."

Damian said unhappily, "How long are you going to stay here."

"It won't be long." The man said calmly, "I can assure you that I will never do anything that will harm you. If you can rest assured, I will go to Gotham and buy an apartment."

"No." Dick shook his head: "I hope you live here."

"Ah Fu would also like you to live here." After a slight pause, he added another sentence.

"Thank you." Todd thanked him dryly. He said for a long time, but he didn't say anything. In this situation, it's a miracle that these guys who have engraved suspicion into every corner of their life can let themselves go.

He cast his eyes on the screen of the bat computer and looked at Tim politely: "Can I borrow the computer?"

"Of course." Tim replied with a smile, stood up and patted Dick on the back: "You and Damian should go take a shower, after all, he has school tomorrow."

"Speaking of which, isn't the suspension leave you asked for coming to an end?"

Dick smiled wryly: "I'm thinking about resigning."

The job of the police is part of his daily life, not to support his family, but to remind him that there is another life besides being a vigilante, and he worries about being darkened and paranoid by his nocturnal identity—

Just like Bruce.

But the situation in Gotham and Bludhaven are different. Taking over the cape and taking care of daily life, he can't handle it.

"No need." Jason roughly took off Dick's uniform, and the blue bird looked exhausted and would faint in a second.

Dick obediently let him pull: "I'm hungry."

"Ok?"

"I'm hungry." His tone was almost coquettish: "I don't want to disturb Ah Fu at this point."

Jason glared at him impolitely, and walked towards the elevator in the Batcave: "Hurry up and take a shower."

**

There are only two people left in the Batcave.

Tim pulled a chair behind Todd, but didn't sit down. On the cold-lighted screen, the monitoring of various places in Gotham was displayed, and some program boxes and folders appeared on the split screen below.

He walked forward, leaning on the table with one hand, and leaned over to look: "This is GCPD surveillance, we usually don't use this camera."

Todd dodged a little uncomfortable: "Give me some privacy, okay?"

"Okay." Tim stroked his chin and said abruptly, "I have a good relationship with you in the future?"

The elder stopped typing on the keyboard and frowned: "I just want to see the surveillance."

It didn't feel good to be tempted by Tim as a stranger.

"Not this." Tim tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "You also know that I can't let you use the bat computer alone-the others left because of this."

He put his hand on the mouse and clicked, and dragged a few program boxes casually: "The way you retrieve files and back up data is very similar to the way I am used to arranging."

Tim said lightly: "In other words, you are using my method to organize the data."

Todd was stunned for a while, buried his face in his palm, and took two deep breaths.

Damn, how could I forget about it.

He really hated this man's detective ability—"Yes, it's still familiar, and it's hard for you to accept?"

"Alright?" Tim repeated inexplicably.

He didn't know if Todd had noticed it himself. Before he spoke, his peripheral vision would subconsciously look in his direction. help.

It's not that familiar.

This kind of reaction is quite abnormal, even a bit pathological, to put it bluntly - this is the result of an experiment similar to Pavlov's dog, and it is a subconscious and conditioned reflex that has been deliberately trained.

The man explained a lot, but he kept deliberately avoiding one question.

It is impossible for Jason's future to be him. When enough changes are made, a new future is born.

What will happen to this man in front of him?

Todd was terrified by Tim's gaze, and felt more and more disturbed: "Stop, I don't care how many scripts you have written now, stop first."

Tim smiled and thoughtfully changed the subject: "What's the matter with your eyes and legs?"

Treating them is not a difficult task, Tim thought, with the current level of technology, he can create a prosthetic that allows the other party to move freely.

Furthermore, Anthony's Extremis virus can directly make him intact.

If the future me has a good relationship with him, why not help him?

Todd looked at Tim's expression, and his attitude softened unconsciously, "I'll say it again - don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes, sometimes, they just deserve it."

"But you're not someone else," Tim said frankly.

Todd opened his eyes slightly, looking very surprised. After a while, he pursed his lips and tried to organize a statement.

"You can't save everyone. Tragic things happen every second in this world. I'm just an insignificant one of them. Now you think my life is really terrible."

He paused, and said lightly: "Actually, I'm quite satisfied with myself."

"It's not difficult to treat physical defects, but I don't want to—the future you just respect my wishes."

Tim looked a little sad and couldn't understand what the other person said. According to his knowledge of Jason, Red Hood would not allow himself to be crippled and blind.

The elder became more and more helpless. He stopped the program running on the computer and turned around.

Doubt life.

Why did I go back in time and deal with baby bird emotions?

He really didn't lie. Todd never thought how bad his life was. Everything was his own choice. If he didn't want to stay in Wayne Manor, no one could really force him.

Why do one or two feel that he is miserable?

Tim clenched his fingers tangledly, and slowly sat down across from him, with a bunch of questions circling in his mind. As the person most like Batman, he was more or less over-controlling.

Todd's very existence is challenging his desire for control.

Knowing the future is dangerous, which means that he can't get answers from the other party for most of the questions, but his brain can't stop worrying.

"Forget it." Todd sighed heavily: "I allow you to ask a question, anything is fine."

I knew it.

I always compromise with baby birds.

Tim's eyes were blank, he thought for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"What kind of person will I be in the future?"

The author has something to say:

The time theory is nonsense. The author is a standard liberal arts student. There is no logic. He just wrote it according to science fiction. It has no effect on the plot. Please don't pay attention to it. Bombing Brudhaven is a private setting.