[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Todd and Bruce went out together after the photo was taken, had breakfast with the others uncomfortably, because it was not appropriate to go anywhere, he wandered around, and then went back to the bat computer to tap.

Knocking, knocking, the man was vaguely distracted, raised his hand inadvertently, and touched the position of his chest.

A slightly hard photo was placed in the inner pocket of the jacket, right next to his heart. Bruce didn't refuse the request, and even cooperatively wanted to take a few more photos.

The two people in the photo are next to each other, and the moment the shutter freezes, Bruce quietly pulls up Todd's cuff.

But after seeing the photo effects, the Dark Knight was a little embarrassed.

"When I recover, we can take another picture."

"……it is good."

Todd turned his gaze to the wall of the Batcave, smiled slightly, and turned his chair to continue working.

It's good to come back.

His head still hurts from the constant fever, but the big hole in his heart that existed long ago has been mended somewhat by Bruce's actions.

There was a large amount of information flowing down the screen. Todd rubbed his temples twice with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and stared at it with some difficulty.

"Ah...how did you make yourself so pitiful?" A soft voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Todd tensed his body suddenly and turned around like lightning.

"There is only one eye left, and if you don't cherish your eyesight, it's hard to be blind—"

click.

Tao Dela opened the safety, moved the muzzle of the gun up neatly, aimed at the eyebrows of the visitor, and raged up: "Do you think I'm joking? I will really kill you!"

There was a smile on the corner of the visitor's mouth, and he spread his hands confidently: "It's up to you."

He held the barrel of the gun, moved it slowly, and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead: "You can shoot now."

With a sullen face, Todd maintained this movement for a few seconds, then put down his hand stiffly.

Heck.

His reaction seemed to be expected by the other party.

The visitor was not surprised by this at all, and had to stretch out his hand to caress the back of Todd's neck. After noticing the abnormal body temperature, his face darkened for a moment.

"You have a fever."

"This is not a good sign. Most people have a fever, which means that the resistance is declining, but your resistance is maintained by the Lazarus Pool. Fever means that its effect is weakening—what did you do?"

Todd slapped his hand away and said impatiently, "You came here just to talk nonsense? Isn't a Gotham enough for you?"

"Bullshit?" The man asked inexplicably, "You know you're dying?"

"You are not dead, how could I die."

Todd choked back without hesitation, although he said so, he still subconsciously observed the mental state and health of the other party, after watching for a while, he couldn't help frowning: "How many days have you not slept? "

"I don't remember clearly either." The man was slightly startled, and vaguely skipped the topic.

He didn't lie, drug abuse had troubled him for a long time, under the influence of drugs, his brain was chaotic like an overturned paint shop, Todd would strictly control those things when he was in Wayne Manor, but when Wayne After he was left alone in En Manor, an unreasonable emotion drove him to search for the place where the other party hid the medicine.

It didn't even take him a second to find those things.

Todd's gaze stayed on the man's face. Although the man looked calm, he faintly showed a little nervousness.

"Go to sleep first, and then talk when you wake up." He pulled Drake, a little annoyed: "I'll explain to others."

Just a few days ago, I drew a cake for you in the past.

Not only was Drake not angry at being treated so unkindly, but he acted like a big cat who had been soothed.

Drake and Tim are very different.

He has grown a lot taller, even a little taller than Todd. His face has been completely opened, revealing a handsome and profound outline. Every inch of his muscles has been tempered in life-and-death struggles, and he looks quite strong.

In addition, Drake's blue eyes are always shining with some crazy light, and his tone reveals paranoia from time to time.

Clearly, he wasn't the future Tim had imagined himself to be.

Drake nodded perfunctorily, bent down, leaned in front of the screen, and quickly scanned the screen: "Are you collecting information on superhumans?"

He naturally took over the operating authority from Todd, and the keyboard was crackled for a while, and countless program boxes were densely squeezed together.

"All right."

Drake hit enter, and rolled his eyes: "You know I'm the one who is good at hacking."

The program box is emptied in an instant, leaving only a clean interface.

Todd glanced at him twice, his eyes full of suspicion.

Did this person take the wrong medicine?Obviously half a day ago he was still going crazy, and he talked like a dog in the communication, how can he put on a posture that I figured out now?

He's acting so normal that it's not normal anywhere.

Drake raised his eyebrows and pointed to the Batcomputer: "Leave the rest to me, is this system easy for you to use?"

In Drake's eyes, this bat cave is simply too old, and the bat computer is even more cumbersome. It would not have taken so long for Todd to collect data, but due to the hardware equipment, it was delayed for several days.

Todd was stunned for a moment, uncertainly: "...Don't you always think I'm messing around?"

"That's right." Drake shrugged. "I thought you were crazy, but if you succeed, this is the last time."

Last time together.

At first, he just thought that he should find something for Todd to do, so that he would find a corner in the next second and die alone like a stray cat.

But in the end, Todd stayed in the Batcave all day and all night, for fear of missing something crucial, and kept awake on stimulants, and really regarded himself as a 24-hour online "system".

You have the nerve to call me crazy?

He only thought it was ridiculous, but he was reluctant to stop the other party.

He knew that Todd's motivation to persevere was not just for himself.

It was too easy to guess what Todd was thinking.

The elder came to this time and space in the past, and he didn't plan to go back. Even if he failed in the end and couldn't change the future, he still wanted to save a few more people in the coming catastrophe.

Can save one is one.

Even if Todd doesn't admit it, he actually has a strong imprint of the Bat Vigilante on his body, and he is as stubborn as Bruce.

Forget it, Drake thought.

Since Dahong wants to do this, let him go.

This person has never been successful for a few days in his life, at least finally let him know that he is not alone.

Gotham has no shortage of Batmen, and there's always someone to don the cape for that city.

But Todd really has nothing but him.

Drake looked away and wanted to touch the console, but Todd held it down as soon as his hand touched the button.

Todd looked unpredictable: "Wait, someone is here."

Two figures appeared at the entrance of the Batcave, and Dick revealed his body hesitantly: "...Tim?"

**

"You didn't tell me that there are still people coming." Dick looked up and down Drake carefully, "Will I be able to see my future self in a while?"

Tim sat without saying a word, his eyes fixed on Todd.

The atmosphere is a little subtle.

The lies that Todd tried his best to weave were completely destroyed after Drake arrived.

He doesn't have to say anything, just by standing there, Tim can deduce a lot of information.

Should it be lucky that Bruce won't be coming back anytime soon... Todd thought sullenly.

"I'm afraid not, Dick," Drake said slowly. "You have other things to do."

Todd took over the conversation: "You are in Brud..."

Tim: "—what?"

Drake glanced at him, turned his face arrogantly, pretending that his past self did not exist, his eyes were lowered, looking cold and indifferent.

Todd gently rolled Adam's apple: "Brudhaven..."

"Stop it!" Tim gritted his teeth and stood up from the chair abruptly. Because of the excessive movement, the chair was brought down and hit the ground with a bang.

"Oh, oh... yes." Todd replied at a loss, and lowered his body to help the chair.

He knew he was wrong, and he also knew how much impact Drake's performance would have on Tim.

Tim let out a long breath, and moved quickly. He set the chair up first, and said coldly, "Jason, do you think I'm stupid?"

Todd opened his eyes wide: "I never thought about it that way."

...He just doesn't want Tim to be affected by his existence, he just wants him to live more comfortably.

Tim: "Then what you said—"

Tim is like a very aggressive bird, every feather is blown out of anger, he knows that Todd's intention must be good, but...

He just couldn't help being angry!

There was more confusion in Dick's blue eyes.

Tim was behaving strangely, and so was his attitude toward Todd—Dick sensed something between the two of them that he couldn't describe.

The little red bird shouldn't have reacted so strongly—even if Jason lied to him, Tim wouldn't have acted so aggressively.

Todd's voice was soft, trying to comfort him: "Xiaohong, I didn't tell lies, they are all true."

Drake looked at Todd nonchalantly, raising his eyebrows: "Xiaohong?"

Tim didn't appreciate it, and sneered: "I also thought what you said was true—seriously, Jason, is there something wrong with your eyes? Or is there some alien filter installed?"

The elder was very helpless: "It's not what you think."

"... What did you say?" Drake's pupils suddenly dilated: "Tell me."

"Don't get in the way." Todd pulled him roughly behind him, coaxing Tim wholeheartedly: "It's just some illusory possibility, you shouldn't—"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Before he finished speaking, he was staggered, and Drake pinched his wrist with a very delicate expression: "I am him."

【So you can tell me directly. 】

Tim, who had been watching, suddenly realized something.

This person... didn't know that he had such a high evaluation from Todd?

Drake stared at Todd without blinking, his eyes were full of eagerness: "You are not fair to me like this, I have never hidden anything from you, so you should treat me like this."

He took it for granted, and unconsciously increased his strength with his fingers: "Jason, tell me."

[Is it... You are not disappointed in me? 】

The author has something to say:

There are still a few chapters left and the main text will be over, and then it will be a side story. I would like to ask if you have any ideas. I will choose some to write, such as crematoriums, happy daily life, etc., as long as it does not violate Jinjiang’s rules.