[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason put Bruce down when he was approaching the manor, and then fell into a state of disorientation.

Nobody knew what he was thinking... except Todd.

The man glanced at Jason covertly, showing a dazed expression for a moment, and the next second, he slightly pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

He gradually slowed down until he fell behind Clark. The god on earth was strong and muscular, let alone compared with Todd, he was a circle bigger than Bruce in the bat uniform. In this way, he could basically He covered it tightly.

The manor was getting closer, and in the dark night, Clark was worried that they could not see clearly, so he floated up: "Bruce, I'm going to get a lamp."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kent."

Along with the methodical footsteps, the old voice came from the front yard, and with a clatter, a cluster of dim yellow lights appeared in the darkness.

The light was contained in an ancient carved copper lantern. Ah Fu's voice was faint, but trembling with excitement: "Master Bruce, you have been away for a long time."

"Afu."

The young master moved his fingers awkwardly, approached quickly, and realized that he had become smaller, and planned to explain: "I am like this now because..."

"It's not important." Ah Fu replied: "Welcome home."

The old butler looked at the young master he raised with his own hands. He never forgot what Bruce looked like when he was a child. This lantern has not been used for a long time, and it dates back to the last time it was used, which is almost the age Bruce looks now.

After the age of eight, Bruce was forced to become the hot spot for the whole Gotham to chase. No one was curious about the life of this billionaire orphan. go out.

Ah Fu sighed and didn't object, so he found this lamp from the collection room and waited for him to go home every night.

Later, Bruce went to Princeton and chose to become Batman. Wayne Manor has no light since then, and this lamp was put back to shed ashes.

Clark fell to the ground, hesitantly: "I won't bother you anymore...Bruce, I want to buy you a cup of coffee, can I?"

Bruce said ambiguously: "Let's talk."

But Clark seemed to have permission, his blue eyes sparkled: "Thank you."

Bruce nodded, turned his face and stared at Jason, never leaving his eyes, but his tone of voice was not too strong, revealing the meaning of the request: "Jason, we should have a meal together."

Jason said uncomfortably, "Yeah."

He didn't want to talk to Bruce, and looked at the old housekeeper stiffly: "Ah Fu, I'll help you prepare dinner together."

The old butler paused briefly, then smiled gently: "No, you may need to solve some problems."

He wasn't going to ask why, which didn't mean Dick didn't ask either.

Todd has been standing not far away, not saying anything, only when Ah Fu finally looked at him, he silently mouthed: "Gift."

It was rare for Bruce not to go to the Batcave as soon as he entered the door. He sat on the sofa in the living room, and Jason sat opposite him. Both of them were silent, and there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

Although it was Bruce who proposed to talk, but he really had this opportunity, but he didn't know what to say.

And Jason looked at the sky and the earth, and even revisited the room decoration that he knew so well, but he didn't look at Bruce.

Bruce: "..."

No, we can't go on like this.

Jason was distracted when he suddenly felt that the sofa beside him was sunken. Bruce carefully occupied a small space. After shrinking in size, it was not difficult to squeeze in.

His appearance was fragile and delicate, and from Jason's perspective, he looked even more pitiful. The black-haired young man shivered, slid forward, and hid a lot to the side.

The corner of Bruce's mouth was slightly lowered: "Jason, we should be reconciled now?"

"Ah."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

A look of bewilderment flashed across Jason's face.

He didn't know what to do. Before that, he planned to guard Gotham for Bruce, and never considered other options, but after Bruce came back, Gotham no longer needed him.

Where should I go?

After thinking for a while, he shrugged nonchalantly: "Find a job to make ends meet, maybe I'll go to Europe..."

Bruce narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Oh."

"Hey, old man!" Jason panicked, he hurriedly said, "This expression doesn't suit you, I promise I won't cause trouble for you—"

Bruce cut him off, "Why?"

Jason was confused: "Why..."

Bruce: "Why are you going to Europe, Gotham, no, why are you going to Europe?"

——Why can't you stay in Gotham?

Jason frowned, not understanding why Bruce would hold on to this question, but he explained patiently: "Just find a random place."

"I want to make a fixed identity for myself. I can't use the name Jason Todd, but I can name something I like..."

Bruce's eyes darkened a little, and he listened to Jason rambling on about making assumptions, without exception, which would completely sever his connection with the past.

He realized that Jason didn't do this on purpose, it was really subconscious, and he didn't consider the option of staying in Gotham at all.

Bruce lowered his voice: "Is it okay not to go to Europe?"

Jason's voice stopped abruptly.

He smiled dryly, and said in a bit of embarrassment, "Uh... yes."

He just said that if Bruce felt inconvenient, of course he could change the place.

Bruce let out a breath slowly, and couldn't bear it: "I didn't mean that, I mean, stay in this country-you are my son, stay in Gotham."

And you treat it like an untouchable place.

"Tim Damian is here, Dick is in Bludhaven, within 10 minutes of Gotham, I'm not saying I want you all to be like me."

He organized the language in his mind, and said with discretion: "You are the same as them, you can do whatever you want, and you can choose to come back at any time."

Bruce: "I want to restore your identity."

Jason was dumbfounded.

What is the old man talking about?

I smashed your Gotham with a tank, beat you both, and killed you.

Bruce mentioned that they reconciled, but in Jason's view, the definition of reconciliation is that he drained the water out of his mind and maintained a peaceful state with Bruce.

Bruce is a good man, he can't worry about himself, so don't challenge his sense of responsibility, go back and deal with it for a few days, and then pack up and leave decently.

But staying in Gotham, like Dick and the others... He never thought about it.

Jason's eyes were in a trance, staring blankly at Bruce's face. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Bruce, you don't need to do this, you have done enough for me."

For example, you never gave up on me, even I gave up on myself, but you haven't.

Bruce squeezed Jason's wrist eagerly, knowing he had to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Listen, Jason, I don't want you to stay because I see you as a responsibility or a burden—in fact, I've always trusted you to overcome all odds."

"You are a miracle that I am proud of, and always have been, and I want you to stay just because you are my son."

He licked his dry lips, and his voice became more tense: "I won't force you to be like me, just as a father, I hope my child can go home."

Bruce has rarely spoken like this in recent years. Jason's death made him reticent, but when Jason came back, he could become the old Batman who could joke and express his inner thoughts frankly.

Jason's mind went blank, barely able to process the information he received, and could only mechanically replay what Bruce said.

He said, I am not his burden.

He said, I am his son.

He wants my identity back.

He doesn't think I'm a blemish.

The black-haired young man was fidgeting, his green eyes were full of bewilderment, he stammered: "Oh... I, I see, I will think about it."

Jason never thought that he could hear this. In fact, he understood that the relationship between himself and Bruce had been unequal all along. He projected too much emotion on Bruce in one direction, but asked the other party to treat him equally. Fair.

But he couldn't help but hope that he'd be treated the same, even though so much time had passed that he thought he'd given up hope.

Now, he got what he wanted.

Bruce wanted to say a few words at first, but there was a loud sound from the terrace, and the shock wave, which was not too heavy, swayed round and round. This sound made the two of them straighten their backs in unison.

Enemy attack?

"Bruce?"

Tim rushed in in a panic: "I heard Ah Fu said—Bruce?!"

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old father who was squeezed on the same sofa with his brother and turned into a child: "What happened?"

I worked too much overtime and finally had hallucinations?

Little Red Bird pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to wake herself up.

Yes, the kid is Bruce.

He turned around decisively: "Connor, you can go."

Connor: "Clark is right, you are Didi Dachao..."

Tim: "...don't worry, I'll give you a job."

He casually dismissed the half-Kryptonian, and before he had time to ask, two more shadows jumped in from the balcony. Dick and Damian broke into the mansion without even changing their uniforms.

Dick pulled off the bat hood, smoothed his hair, walked up to Bruce, and gave him a hug that was too tight, and it took him a while to let go.

"You're getting smaller," the big blue bird exclaimed in surprise.

"Todd, explain." Damian crossed his arms, flicked his tongue, and instinctively told him that this matter had something to do with Jason.

Jason: "..."

He was so shocked by Bruce that he forgot a very important thing.

Forget it, let's finish it together.

The black-haired young man's eyes fluttered, and he was mentally prepared to stare straight at Dick: "Dick, your cat—"

Dick: "Little black face?"

Jason: "Yes, Bruce's body has been staying in the cat since he lost his breath."

Dick: "...huh?"

He lowered his head stiffly, and forced an ugly smile at Bruce: "...Jackie was joking, right?"