[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

"Please, Dick—"

Bruce grunted under his breath, like a panicked cat forced to grab a bath.

He soon discovers that Dick is not alone in wanting to ask himself questions.

Jason straightened his back suddenly, Tim's eyes were shining, and even Damian had an expression on his face thinking about the ultimate life problem——

Who can resist an honest and outspoken Batman?

Think about it, the Batman who is always as rough as a big monster, who orders "Robin, obey orders" in the communicator every day, is now tied by a mantra lasso, and his hard armor is peeled off, revealing The tender lamb inside.

A Batman who can be tied with a mantra lasso and who can do whatever he wants.

Bruce froze, turned his head and begged Diana, "Diana, let me go immediately."

With a lazy smile on the corner of Diana's lips, she slightly tilted her head: "Then?"

Bruce gritted his teeth, reluctantly: "You can do whatever you want."

"Wow." Princess Amazon opened her eyes slightly, looking quite surprised: "I never thought that one day I could hear from Batman what to do, and it's okay to go against your plan?"

"No." Bruce growled under his breath, a question that directly challenged the nerves of the control freak: "Don't even think about—"

The young master shut his mouth knowingly, but Diana was very dissatisfied with the answer, her voice became hoarse and dangerous: "It seems that this is what you really mean."

"I agree, just this once." Bruce replied in humiliation: "Now! Diana! Let me go immediately!"

"Bruce, you really paid a lot for us." Dick said softly, "So talking to us is such a painful thing."

"A question, little bird." Diana made a balance between the two, and Wonder Woman faced Batman's eye knife, carrying private goods and said fairly and impartially: "You can ask Bruce once."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of drawing a knife out of its sheath.

"I will get this glorious opportunity, and you will be the biggest stumbling block in my progress." Damian's green eyes shone with cruel light, and the heir of Aogu was ready to kill his blood relatives.

Dick turned his head decisively: "Bruce..."

He was pinned to the ground by Jason's collar, and Damian's blade was already approaching the face of the big blue bird. At the critical moment, he twisted his waist, relying on his excellent flexibility, crossed his thighs around Jason's neck Up, back up.

A full version of the thigh strangler.

Jason put his elbows on the ground and resisted Dick's strength. Damian sneered, "You can all die."

"Wait!" Dick turned his face with difficulty, "Tim, Damian, Tim is going to sneak away!"

Jason's hand suddenly loosened.

Dick's waist was strong, and he easily changed from a lying position to a standing position. He tried to control the situation: "Hey! We can discuss it."

Clark couldn't help but nodded in agreement, and he switched to the god-on-earth mode with one click: "Human progress is reflected in communication and compromise time after time. I believe Bruce will also hope that you have a good chat."

Bruce smiled sadly and sadly.

Have a nice chat?

As expected of Superman, he can always have such trust in people. The Son of Light from Krypton naturally uses the plots in daytime soap operas to speculate on the relationship mode of the Bat family.

We contradict, we quarrel, we make up.

But Dick and the others can always skip the quarrel, beat each other three quarters to death before reconciling, and barely enter the reconciliation mode with the ending of both losers.

Bruce knew his bird's thinking circuits very well.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who made them face the problem.

Their current performance has a very important prerequisite-the four of them together can't beat Wonder Woman. If they change one person, they will probably form a plastic alliance and grab the Lasso of Mantra first.

"I agree." Tim struggled to parry Damian's knife with a long stick. His hands had already started to go numb. As the one with the least powerful force and the best brain in the Bat family, he of course agreed to communicate well——

You will all be fucked!

Jason nodded noncommittally: "Yes, let's communicate."

He helped Tim, grabbed Robin by the hood and pulled Damian back: "We should reach an agreement."

Dick turned off the phone on the short stick, walked over peacefully, and the four of them sat down around a small round table.

Diana and Clark watched with interest.

"Bat, it's fun raising kids."

"What a scene, Bruce."

Dick looked around, pretending not to see the fake smiles on everyone's faces, Big Blue Bird cleared his throat, "First of all, we should talk about our problems first."

As the oldest, he made a good start: "I want to know Bruce's share of the trust fund."

"Okay." Jason replied lightly, "The password to Batman's safe."

Tim: "I wonder when Bruce will be back working at the Wayne Building."

Damian: "Batmobile access."

silence.

An embarrassing silence.

Honest Clark asked Bruce in a low voice: "Can't you just tell them these things?"

Bruce gave Clark a horrible look, then turned away quietly.

"Then we can join together and ask..." Jason said flatly, but his hand slid down calmly, and his finger pulled the trigger.

Rubber bullets, no big deal.

Tim nodded: "Then let me put it together, that's all?"

A bat dart was drawn into the cuff, and a high concentration of anesthetic gas would explode in a few seconds.

Dick laughed dryly.

Out of sight, a blue-purple arc was ready to go out on the short stick.

A sneer twitched on Damian's lips.

The little boy turned his arms calmly, and the two daggers were clasped backwards in his hands.

"That's it," Tim announces again, standing up slowly—

With a hook of the toes, the small round table shot upwards, and was picked up to block in front of him, bang!Damian's dagger just poked a hole in the thick plank.

The batarang filled with white gas fell to the ground, and Tim took out a small watering can and sprayed it on himself.

The bullet escaped from the gun and aimed at the beautiful face of the big blue bird. Dick had been prepared, and the short stick was precisely placed on Jason's wrist, and the black-haired young man's hand trembled imperceptibly—

Clubs and knives, bullets and batarangs danced in the air.

The anesthetic gas weakened the combat effectiveness of the three to a certain extent, causing them to fall to Tim's level. The four of them were fighting each other, and their hands and feet were entangled in a mess——

No one survived.

"Fuck it, Dick." While holding Dick's head, Tim locked Jason's leg with difficulty. As the only one who was awake, he was confident that he would win the battle.

"Xiao Hong, I have soaked in Lazarus' pool."

He can even be immune to scarecrow's fear gas, let alone anesthesia gas?

"Drake." Damian said indifferently, "I am a genetically modified person."

This means that the anesthetic gas will be quickly metabolized, and the body will quickly produce antibodies.

Tim angrily: "You evil brat—"

"Enough!" Dick suddenly burst into a rage. As the existence who once beat up the Gotham villains together with Bruce, he briefly took the advantage for a few seconds by virtue of the majesty of the bird mother and his invincible physical skills.

Dick was embarrassed and said loudly, "Bruce, who is your favorite Robin!"

For a while, everyone stopped moving, and their eyes were cast directly on Bruce's face.

This is not the question they most want to ask.

But it is a problem that can barely satisfy everyone.

Clark couldn't help shivering.

He looked at Bruce sadly and desperately, and patted the dark knight on the shoulder like he was going to the grave: "Bruce, it's hard for you."

The god of the world paused for a while, and under Batman's watchful eyes, he stretched out his hand to his mouth and made a gesture of zipping.

Bruce swallowed hard, and the lasso of mantra on his wrist glowed golden under Diana's prompting.

"I..." Bruce licked his lips: "I love each of you, and every Robin is the best."

silence.

Clark: An excellent Duan Shui master, worthy of being Batman.

Damian was furious.

"Father, I don't accept that answer! You should—"

"Impossible." After a long time, Dick broke the silence, and he said in a daze, "I'm the best one, Bruce, I've been with you for the whole time—"

Their bodies shook at the same time and hit the ground. Before Jason could speak, his head suddenly became dizzy, and a large white light flashed in front of his eyes.

"Good night." Tim squatted down with a smile on his face, "You think I don't know your physique?"

"Get a good night's sleep."

Tim stood up politely, met Clark's terrified eyes, and bent his lips emotionlessly.

The god on earth controlled the urge to take off on the spot, and shrank symbolically behind Bruce.

Bruce: "..."

Tim made a subtle gesture without hesitation, his face sullen and his eyes strange.

The low air pressure on him seemed to materialize, forming a tornado that knocked off the bowl that Bruce was trying to level.

"Bruce, I've been working fucking for you every day, and I've been mocked by Damian as a perpetual motion machine that only needs coffee."

He stared at Bruce coldly: "I quit."

"Go to hell, Bruce."

He kicked the ground unhappily, leaving an angry back.

Clark looked in awe in the direction Tim had left, like a mimosa that had finally recovered after being frightened.

The small town boy murmured: "Thanks to Rao, my children are not so scary, Bruce, I have to say, Luthor is better at raising children than you—"

Luther.

Bruce frowned.

Suddenly, Bruce showed a kind smile, "Clark, I have a surprise for you."

"what?"

Clark looked confused: "What?"

Bruce said slowly: "You are a father again."

"Luthor created another child, this time he failed to use his own genes, Talia secretly replaced it..."

Clark cuts in, screaming, "Me and Thalia have a—"

"Louise," Bruce said, "Talia is using Louise's genes, and she wants to give her girlfriend a gift."

"There is nothing stronger than Kryptonians."

Clark was dumbfounded: "...Gah?"