[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Bruce: "..."

Clark looked even harder: "I don't want to be in Fifty Shades of Grey."

Jason rolled his eyes stiffly, feeling like he was about to die socially. He couldn't help but use force with his toes, and he was about to dig out a bat cave.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but choked.

fifty shades of grey?

Jason: Pupil earthquake!

Bruce: "...?"

Master Wayne was furious: "Who the hell wants to play Fifty Shades of Gray with you?"

Clark lowered his head strangely, the white and graceful paw was still placed in a delicate place.

Clark licked his lips: "...Bruce."

A daring idea breaks into the super brain of the god on earth!

Batman doesn't have a problem, then there's only one answer.

Is it really easy to touch?

With the straight iron brain circuits of the Man of Steel, he pulled out an arm. He was familiar with this gesture, so familiar that pulling out an arm would not let Bruce notice it. After the game, Superman finally won the championship with a dangerous advantage.

Clark tentatively put his hand on his pectoralis major, his handsome and profound face was full of seriousness, the expression was exactly the same as when he was doing research in the Fortress of Solitude.

He is indeed carrying out a crucial research, which is related to the question of whether he can create a large amount of war damage in the future and then repay the debt with his own body.

After all, he is the only male Kryptonian in this universe, and there is a fee for catching two——

Not too much, right?

Clark frowned, his eyes became more serious, and a draft of "On Kryptonians' Pectoralis Major Feeling Experience" was appearing——

The god on earth looked very confused, and his face became more and more weird, because the touch under his fingers was nothing special, it was the feeling he could feel every day when he washed his face or put on clothes.

...the fee cannot be charged.

Jason touched his nose, feeling even more suffocated.

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.

Are you guys playing some weird play?

In the past, when he encountered this kind of suffocation, he could still output to the system, but now not only can't output, but he is still being laughed at by the system.

When Bruce encountered such a strange situation, he could no longer pretend that nothing had happened. He withdrew his hand, feeling extremely complicated.

His face was blank: "...Superman, what are you doing?"

Clark looked like a big golden retriever whose bones had been robbed, and said dejectedly, "It's nothing, I'm suddenly curious."

He seemed to have been really hit hard. Bruce glanced at the Kryptonian without saying a word, held the god of the world on the shoulder with restraint, and jumped off with a slight push of his palm.

With this jump, he immediately realized something was wrong.

He used to be only three centimeters shorter than Clark. Clark's height was 192 centimeters, but now, when he looked at the past, the foothold of his gaze was three inches above Clark's waist.

Bruce: Pupil earthquake!

The well-fitting suit looked too big, the trouser legs dragged on the ground, and the cuffs drooped at the fingertips.He froze for a few seconds, then subconsciously looked at Todd.

"I……?"

His speaking voice was wrong. His current voice, not to mention being stuffed into Peter by Tony as an installation package, sounded less intimidating than Damian.

He was messed up by Clark just now, and he didn't even notice this problem.

Todd pursed his lips, trying to make his smile less obvious: "Resurrecting from the dead has some side effects, don't worry, there are only a few good days like this."

Bruce dully: "Good day?"

Todd blinked: "For me, of course."

The state of the body will affect the soul. Bruce will unknowingly lick his fur in the little black face. Similarly, when he returns to his teenage shell, it is difficult for him to hold his little face.

Todd was almost shocked to see a trace of grievance on Bruce's face.

Jason tugged at the hair on his temples, and the slight pain brought him back to his senses.

He turned around decisively and walked forward quickly, his back looked like he was running away.

As long as I go fast enough, Embarrassment can't catch up with me.

"Jason, wait—"

pat.

There was a dull fall, and even the Dark Knight took a while to readjust to his prepubescent body, just like a cat who just turned into a cat.

Bruce couldn't control his feet, and accidentally stepped on the extra fabric of the suit pants. When he subconsciously made up for it, he tripped again.

Clark: "Wow."

Jason turned around and couldn't help gasping.

He stood there prudently for a few seconds, walked over cautiously, and then squatted down: "Bruce?"

"Ah."

Bruce kept his posture lying on the reeds, and responded muffledly.

"Cough." Jason patted Bruce's shoulder uncomfortably, "This is the first time I know that Batman can fall like this."

"It's the first time I know." Bruce got up, looked at himself with short arms and short legs in despair, wiped his face, adjusted his mood, and looked into Jason's eyes: "I want to talk to you .”

Jason: "..."

talk?

what do you want to talk about

Did it start when I shoved you in my lap or did I get that big blue bird?

Just thinking about it, he was so embarrassed that he was about to die on the spot.

This feeling is different from the system, he knows that his every move may be known by the system, but that is another self, they are essentially one person!

But what about Bruce?

"Better not." Jason replied dryly, his tongue was stiff.

Bruce didn't speak, just stared at him without moving.

If it is an adult Batman, this look will have a sense of majesty that cannot be denied. If it is combined with the dark knight's aura that can make anything into a watch, it is really quite shocking.

But Bruce forgot that his current appearance was that young master whose skin would turn red even when the tea was boiled a little.

At this age, Master Wayne's blue eyes are still round cat's eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes are like two small fans, and the thin skin on the tip of his nose is slightly red from the cold. After being rejected by Jason, his eyelashes trembling.

Caucasians are always as delicate as dolls when they are passing through puberty, and Bruce has the most superior looks in dolls.

"Talk to me." Bruce repeated.

Jason swallowed with difficulty, a feeling of guilt flooding from the bottom of his heart.

It shouldn't.

He tried very hard to recall the image of the dark old bat in his mind, and did a few mental constructions: "No."

Bruce blinked twice again: "Jason, I didn't mean to comment on you and Dick—"

Clark mechanically: "Dick?"

Todd gave him an appreciative look.

As expected of a Kryptonian, a pun.

"Okay!" Jason covered Bruce's mouth, his ears were a little red, and he said angrily, "I'll talk to you, but not here."

"Oh."

After getting an affirmative answer, Bruce stood up instantly. The young master bent over, rolled his trouser legs round and round, exposing half of his calf, and said softly, "Then let's go home."

Family.

Jason froze for a moment.

Now that Wayne Mansion could really be called home, he was no longer a man who lived in the house.

The way back was not easy. According to Bruce's size, he could only walk through the reeds with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The young master's exposed skin was quickly scratched with white marks. After being scratched by plants, the skin would itch, but it was not convenient to walk with the trouser legs down.

Todd followed Bruce, kicking his hand into the pocket of his jacket, seeing Bruce like this, he couldn't help sighing.

He quickened his pace slightly, walked behind Bruce, and wanted to say something.

——I'll carry you away, don't torment yourself, waste my effort.

He moved his lips slightly, but still didn't say anything. His body paused for a moment, and he walked up to Jason who was only walking dully, and nudged him with his elbow.

The elder bent his eyes, and there were emotions that Jason couldn't understand in the strange-colored pupils.

"Save some time." He tilted his face in Bruce's direction.

Jason followed Todd's line of sight, and immediately noticed that Bruce was struggling.

The black-haired young man walked over naturally, grabbed Bruce's arm, and lifted the young master up easily.

Bruce: "?"

Jason didn't look at him either, but changed his posture to make the other person more comfortable, and said viciously, "You're wasting your time."

Bruce leaned against Jason like a stiff cat, and he could feel that Jason's body was equally stiff.

After a while, he said softly, "Jason, I won't delay for long."

"Shut up." The black-haired youth replied more rudely.

Very strange.

He knew very well that the little boy in his arm and the old bat were one person, and he didn't intend to separate them.

But his body gradually relaxed, and his expression became relaxed and serene.

The embarrassment still exists, but he has to admit that the hole in his heart is being filled by something.

The depressed mood was swept away, and it seemed that what I was stepping on was not reeds, but light clouds.

Bruce is really back, he thought vaguely.

Up to now, he has no sense of reality. The scene that he had imagined thousands of times suddenly came true, and he was at a loss for a moment.

During this period of time, he has had countless nightmares about Bruce, the dark knight standing in front of him bloody, Afu and the others standing on the other side, sandwiching himself, Batman resurrected in his dreams in various forms fall down—

Then he can wake up from the nightmare.

"Why did you kill me?" Every time, he could hear the dark knight's hoarse voice, which seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, full of exhaustion and despair.

The warm temperature seeps through the fabric of the clothes, which is Bruce's body temperature.

Body temperature, something that only living people can have.

Jason lowered his head. Due to the angle, he could only see the top of Bruce's head. He didn't know if it was because of the fall that the fluffy and soft hair curled up a little.

He is still alive.

Jason emphasized to himself over and over again that they were not far from Wayne Manor and could already see the outline of the mansion.

He lightly bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek, but his arms tightened unconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt his face being touched, and the hand moved up again, sticking to his forehead.

Bruce said softly, "Jason, I'm right here."

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Sorry for getting off work too late today QAQ, the update time is very controlled.