[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason rubbed Dick's head twice casually: "I want to know too."

What the hell is going on in the future?He has to admit that he has a certain fear of living in the system... very little fear, but it is also real.

He was terrified that he would become the system.

Now he finally has enough confidence, after all he has everything back.

"Don't mess around." Jason pushed Dick away: "Ah Fu is waiting for us to have breakfast together. I'll go to the Batcave first. You go and see Damian and Tim."

The corridors of Wayne Manor were deep and long, and his steps were brisk, knocking out a pleasant rhythm on the floor tiles.

In the Batcave, Todd is sleeping on an office chair. This office chair meets Bruce's requirements for comfort. It is not only soft, but also very ergonomic. It is very suitable for leaning on to sleep when you are sleepy.

But the man slept very uncomfortably.

He shrunk himself into a small ball and leaned his head against the edge of the chair. The place was made of metal, and the cool touch could lower his overheated body temperature a little.

Jason didn't deliberately restrain himself when he walked, but Todd didn't notice at all that someone was approaching him.

Under the light, his skin revealed an unhealthy whiteness, his lips were a little dry due to the fever, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the intact eye rolled under the eyelid.

This is the performance of dreaming.

Jason took a look and judged that the other party was definitely having a nightmare.

But this has nothing to do with him.

Jason was not considerate to his future self, and was even a little impatient. Todd's appearance made him easily think of himself, so he grabbed the man's shoulder and shook him roughly twice: "Wake up!"

--boom!

Jason blocked the attack with his forearm, kicked the office chair away, the chair lost its balance, and the elder staggered in embarrassment.

"Are you awake?"

"Wake up." Todd pressed his brows together: "For the sake of bringing Bruce back, can't you be nice to me?"

Jason said confidently: "You attack me first."

The elder sighed.

He rubbed his cheeks, causing a little blood to appear on his cheekbones: "Sorry, I had a bad dream."

Jason nodded indifferently: "Oh."

His bland reaction made Todd very uncomfortable. The elder cast his eyes on Jason's face, observed it for a few seconds, and said abruptly, "In a good mood?"

"very good."

Jason turned his face sideways, his lips curled up slightly, and his tone revealed a bit of showing off: "I bet you will be shocked to know what happened just now."

He repeated what Bruce said to Todd.

After speaking, Jason emphasized again: "He loves me."

"It's fine." Todd replied with a smile, trying to sound sincere. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

Jason showed a disgusted expression: "Don't smile at me like that, it's disgusting—speaking of which, what did you dream about just now?"

He didn't look away when he spoke, and saw the smile on the other person's face disappear almost instantly, and then condensed a layer of ice shell.

Jason clapped his hands: "You look much more pleasing to the eye now."

Even though he said that, his body felt a creeping fear. Being stared at by those suppressed eyes of different colors, he would have the feeling of being stared at by the abyss for no reason.

Todd stared at Jason blankly for a while, and when the black-haired young man almost couldn't help cursing, he said lightly, "I forgot."

"Lie." Jason said bluntly, "You clearly remember."

Yeah, I don't fucking remember that shit, Todd thought.

He dreamed of Ethiopia - those disgusting memories he thought would disappear with Bruce's death.

At that time, he and Bruce were still in the honeymoon period, and Damian was killed by Thalia. He was desperately looking for a way to revive Damian, and one day he suddenly received a communication.

"Hood, I need your help."

He went, but the help Bruce needed was to trick him into the warehouse where the clown killed him and order him to recall the details of his resurrection from the dead.

Oh shit.

He originally thought that he had forgotten the situation at that time, until just now, the red hood in the dream was confronting the old bat, and he heard him roar: "I want to watch Damian grow up!"

I want, too.

At that time, he really wanted to shoot Bruce directly, and the insurance was pulled, but he still couldn't do it.

This is a father who has lost his son, you have to be considerate of him, he told himself.

——The nightmare is more than that, the messy memories of the past flooded up, and flashed back in fragments.

For a while, he was hungry on the street when he was a child, and the scene changed, and he was wounded all over his body, and he was imprisoned in Arkham by Dick, and for a while he heard Tim say that I killed Damian.

Fortunately, he didn't dream of the clown, otherwise he would probably be so disgusted that he was about to vomit.

Jason shrugged, leaned against the table, and thought about the situation where he might have a nightmare.

"Did you dream of a clown?"

Jason shrugged, hesitantly touched Todd's wrist: "I understand, that is not a pleasant memory."

"Yeah." Todd nodded, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the back of the chair: "I dreamed of a clown, so don't ask me the details, you know that too."

Jason sighed heavily: "You are at this age, and you still dream about clowns."

Todd nodded again.

Jason muttered in a low voice: "...I thought I would get better if I killed him. After all, I haven't dreamed of a clown for a long time."

Todd closed his eyes patiently: "What are you doing here?"

"I want to know what happened to you and Dicky Bird." Jason blinked: "Be prepared in advance."

The elder was silent for a while.

In this world, the big blue bird indulged Jason too much, and Jason didn't live up to this indulgence.

So it is impossible for them to become like themselves and Grayson, one was blown out of Bludhaven, the other was thrown into Arkham, hurting each other to the point of losing both.

Jason raised an eyebrow: "Is it so difficult to answer? I just want to know why you call him Grayson."

Todd deliberately looked down instead of looking directly at Jason. This is a micro-expression when recalling, which can add credibility to lies.

"...I had a past with Starfire, and then had some trouble with Dick."

In a sense, he didn't lie, he was indeed with Xinghuo.

Sure enough, Jason naturally added causality to the two events.

"What do you think..." The black-haired young man looked shocked, "Dicky Bird must be very angry."

The elder wanted to add some passing information, but suddenly heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the Batcave.

Jason also stopped asking, and looked in the direction of the voice. He was a little surprised when he saw the person coming.

"I thought you guys were going to stay for a day."

There was an indescribable expression on Bruce's face: "What do you think we are doing...forget it."

"Because you changed your clothes." Jason teased: "Ah Fu has been waiting for a long time, let's go to dinner together?"

The young master paused for a moment, keeping his hands in his sleeves: "Okay, Jason, can I have a chat with him alone?"

Todd was visibly taken aback.

Jason looked between the two of them a few times: "I see."

He left neatly, and when he left the Batcave, he thoughtfully set the door to [No Entry] mode.

silence.

After Jason left, the two of them looked at each other strangely without saying a word.

"...What do you want to talk about?"

It was Todd who broke the silence first, he stood up and gave the chair to Bruce: "You should rest more."

He was gentle and calm.

"I'm fine." Bruce retorted, "I want to get to know you, Jason."

He didn't go to sit on that chair, but pressed Todd firmly on it, and Todd didn't resist, letting Bruce move with his eyes down.

After doing all this, Bruce withdrew his hand: "You have a fever."

"It won't last long." He turned his face and looked at Bruce with his good eye: "You can start asking questions."

"What happened to your leg?"

"Old injuries, worsening joint problems."

"What about the eyes?"

"Careless when fighting."

... There was silence again.

Bruce found it difficult to communicate with Todd, answering every question he had, but withholding crucial information.

In order not to be cold, Bruce insisted on continuing the conversation.

This meaningless question continued for a while, and Todd sighed: "Bruce, you don't have to be so polite to me."

Bruce froze.

After regaining his senses, he slowly explained: "I'm not being polite, why do you have such thoughts?"

He just wants to take care of his children.

Todra straightened the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Oh... sorry, I shouldn't speculate about you maliciously."

Bruce took a step back, a sad look on his face.

It's not a good feeling to be misunderstood, let alone by your own children, but the other party's reaction reveals something.

——The relationship between my future self and him is very rigid.

So stiff that Todd would interpret concern as hypocritical politeness.

If he asked Jason the same question, the black-haired young man would just tell him not to mind his own business, but he would obediently repeat every detail.

Todd was a little fidgety.

He knew that this Bruce hadn't done anything now, but he couldn't help but want to vent his anger.

Hypocrisy.

All blues are the same.

He obviously wants to know his purpose and judge whether he is harmful to the world-but he still wants to add some warmth and put on the face of "we are family".

I won't be fooled again.

He bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to maintain his calm: "I won't lie to you."

——Ask quickly, and leave as soon as you finish asking.

Bruce thought quietly for a while, then stretched out his hand that had been tucked in his sleeve, holding a circle of golden things in that hand.

Mantra lasso.

Todd let out a sigh of relief.

He knew it.

How could Bruce trust him so easily?

He tightened his jaw and said dryly, "I won't lie when I say it...but it doesn't matter."

After speaking, he leaned out to get the lasso of truth in Bruce's hand.

Take an empty.

Bruce withdrew his hand suddenly, his tone was a little unstable: "I didn't mean that - Dick and the others wanted to ask me some questions before, so I was wondering if you also have questions to ask me."

He explained with difficulty, trying to gain trust for himself: "Any question is fine."

Todd watched Bruce quietly, and after a while, he smiled slightly.

"No, Bruce."

"I have no questions for you."

The author has something to say:

Sorry for working overtime again today, but I can update by point in the future, and the project is over.