[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Todd spent some time in the Batcave.

On the way, Ah Fu chatted with him for a while by delivering food, and I have to say that he really missed this old man so much.

"You have something to hide from me." Ah Fu lifted the cover of the dinner plate, and there was exquisite food inside. Todd took it, and his hand paused slightly.

He pursed his lips childishly: "Ah Fu, this is a secret."

Many people say that Batman has super powers, but for the Bat family, Alfred is the one who really has super powers.

Otherwise, why can he always hit the nail on the head?

"Okay, Master Jason, but you have to think about the heart of the elderly, I'm not young anymore."

In fact, he did have a surprise for Ah Fu.

After talking with Tim that day, he kept avoiding himself, and the eyes of the two of them collided inadvertently again, and the baby bird’s reaction was very interesting—he subconsciously touched the coffee on the table, and the result was He drank it in one gulp, grinning from the heat.

Todd pats Tim on the back softly.

Worse.

The little red bird was completely choked, and her fair face turned red.

Tim is quite allergic to the close distance of the elders and the sticky movements of Dick, and he even distressed by it, but every time he wants to protest, just look at the innocent green eye and say a thousand words The words were swallowed again.

"What's wrong?" Todd asked gently.

"No." Tim said in a muffled voice, "nothing."

So interesting, the man thought quietly.

He did it on purpose, although it was an accident to get this reaction at first, but Tim suppressed his discomfort but still pretended to be nonchalant...

Kind of foul.

He vaguely felt the joy of teasing the puppy, but within a few days, Tim dragged Jason over as a guard, and turned to Mr. Wayne's mountain of work.

The older man regretted it subtly, but he wasn't going to make young Tim go crazy, so he let it go.

The so-called "caretaker" is incompetent, and everyone in the Bat-family is not really on guard against him, but for whatever reason, they don't always leave themselves alone.

Getting along with another self is not very pleasant.

Jason has a cold face every day, as if he owed him hundreds of millions and hasn't paid it back. He is not interested in the programs processed on the computer, but with the attitude of "I want to trouble you", he wants to ask for help one by one. place in the past.

When he found nothing, the atmosphere will only get worse.

He is not the same as Tim. The little red bird clearly knows the risks of predicting the future in advance, and will choose to avoid them, while Jason knows that there is an abyss ahead, but he has to jump once.

His questions are always ruthless and accurate. If language can be turned into a knife, then he must be a good fighter, and the knife is deadly.

Jason folded his hands behind his head, and put his legs unceremoniously on the table, like a half-fed leopard that was hunting for food.

He lazily: "Why do you say you can't remember some things?"

...really annoying.

The man's eyes drifted slightly.

His memory is incomplete, but it's not because he lost his memory after hitting his head or soaking in Lazarus Pool.

——It was he himself who gave up part of his memory.

When he was a member of the Outlaws, in order to find a clue, the three of them used their most precious memories to make a bargaining chip. Roy and Cory asked for the memory ball back, but he didn't want it.

So some of the things Jason said to him, there are only pencil-like traces of understatement and smearing in his head.

The man said helplessly: "I am no longer young."

"Oh, old man."

A few veins popped out of Todd's forehead inadvertently.

"I thought you were just lame and blind. Speaking of which, is fuzzy memory a sign of Alzheimer's? And you are blind in one eye, can you still use a gun?"

He shivered artificially, and shook his toes jokingly: "Hey! Old man, at this distance, can you blow up this lamp with bullets?"

There is a huge ball above their heads, an object of this size, even Tony can hit it.

"It's a good thing you got a fake eye. Seriously, you look like an old Persian cat, that kind of—" he made a vivid imitation: "The kitten in the hands of the lady of Gotham."

"I thought pirate captains were super cool when I was a kid, black blindfolds would be nice—"

The man took out a black blindfold from his pocket with a blank expression, and tied his fingers in a knot behind his head, nimbly and quickly: "Is this so?"

Jason: "..."

"It's disgusting." Jason showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at: "You remind me of the psychopath of Deathstroke."

——click.

The elder's eyelids twitched.

He seemed to hear the sound of his own nerves collapsing.

He is much gentler than Jason, but that is completely forced by the environment, but in essence he is still that crazy red hood, even a little crazy.

The elder took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to Jason.

The black-haired young man tilted his head and glanced at him with the whites of his eyes, like a bad-tempered wild cat: "Old man?"

"There is something." Todd hesitated: "I have to leave the Batcave for a while, can you give me some free time?"

"Dreaming." Jason was very rude. He put his legs down and raised his jaw: "You really have dementia."

well.

The man smiled gently: "I see, first of all, I need a shovel."

Jason froze for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows slightly.

shovel?

Why do you want this thing?Even if it is used to hit people on the head, it will not kill them with one or two blows.

Bruce, who was squatting aside, felt a thud in his heart, and his hairy head retracted unconsciously, making him even more chubby.

He hasn't left the Batcave these days, and Todd doesn't care about him, only when he blocks the other party's line of sight in order to see the screen clearly, he will be pulled twice.

"What are you going to do?" Jason asked vigilantly, but Todd didn't answer, looking around twice, his green eyes suddenly lit up.

"Take it." Todd looked at Jason gently: "Can you confirm what the rest of the family is doing?"

Jason frowned, not knowing why: "Dick and Damian are on night patrol, Xiaohong is working overtime, Ah Fu—"

"It seems to be doing supper."

The elder turned his eyes with a half-smile, which made Bruce tremble.

He quietly moved his paw, and said softly, "Meow?"

Todd thought for a while: "Do you want to touch him?"

He picked up Bruce and stuffed it into Jason's arms without hesitation, "Hold him well, and come with me."

Jason ruaed two handfuls of Bruce's fur smoothly, and the puppet cat's hand felt extremely silky. He couldn't hold back, and stroked two more handfuls.

Todd was dragging two heavy shovels, and he didn't pick up these things. He dragged them all the way like a perverted killer. The iron shovels scraped the ground and made a screeching sound.

Jason followed, feeling more and more wrong as he walked.

This direction...?Going forward is the cemetery. What would a person do with a shovel to the cemetery?

His eyes became more and more weird, and he put his arms around Bruce's fingers, and inadvertently increased his strength.

Dig, dig a grave?

This shouldn't be, System—he's still used to calling him that. Since arriving in this time and space, he's always been gentle and reasonable. In short, he looks normal.

Even normal is a bit too much. If the other party is the future self, this in itself is an abnormality.

Jason is very self-aware. His brain has been in a mess since being flooded by the Lazarus Pool. Then the guy in front...

Maybe a lunatic?

He felt a little toothache for no reason. Knowing that he is crazy is one thing, but knowing that his future self is also crazy, the experience is not very good.

upset.

He also plans to see a psychiatrist in a while, so what else?

Jason cleared his throat and coughed twice on purpose: "I have a headache."

"Did you feel this way before?" He rubbed his temples, acting very realistically: "There is also a sense of suffocation, and there will be color blocks in front of my eyes. For example, I can't see you clearly now."

Todd stopped, walked over, and looked at Jason's face seriously.

He looked at it for a while, but he didn't see any problems—but his past self shouldn't be so boring. Todd recalled his previous mental state.

"Maybe you should see a psychiatrist."

Jason swallowed and asked tentatively, "Then have you seen it?"

"Seen."

Jason: "...!"

What the hell?Did you see a psychiatrist?

Like talk?

What therapist - are you watching Harley Quinn?

He really felt suffocated this time.

Jason showed a forced smile, and caught up with Todd a few steps: "We are going to the cemetery, right?"

"Correct."

Todd replied absent-mindedly, he was still calculating the formula, in case there were any omissions.

He handed Jason a shovel and pointed to Bruce's grave.

Ah this.

Jason took it over without a word: "I think..."

Before he finished speaking, Todd moved his hand abruptly. He weighed the weight of the shovel, raised and lowered the shovel——

clang!

Half of Bruce's tombstone disappeared instantly, and the smashed half flew half a meter away!

"Meow..." Bruce opened his mouth weakly and gave a weak meow.

Another shovel went down.

The shovel sank directly into the soil, and the man's actions were terrifyingly ferocious.

"Meow……?"

Jason finally couldn't stand it any longer, and grabbed the shovel. Todd obviously looked abnormal now, with flushes appearing on his cheekbones.

His movements were a bit rough, which aroused the opponent's defensive instinct. The elder bent his eyes and drew a golden circle with his hands behind his back.

Boom!

A huge force rushed to Jason, he rolled his lips angrily, took out his gun not to be outdone, and aimed at Todd!

The bullet hit the magic circle and bounced off, adding a bullet hole to the remaining half of the tombstone.

Bruce lowered his head in disbelief.

Jason and Todd had already played a real fight, and the two gave up their fancy maneuvers at the same time, punched to the flesh, entangled each other, and fought on Bruce's grave.

It's really a disco on the grave.

Jason turned over, briefly had the upper hand, grabbed the opponent's neck, grabbed the shovel and was about to smash it down.

"What are you doing!!!"

Accompanied by this shocking sound, a high-heat ray fell down, burning the shovel in Jason's hand red.

Bruce took a deep breath and exhausted his whole body: "Meow meow meow meow!"