[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Todd took a deep breath.

He can praise Tim very straightforwardly-what a great person you are, and what kind of hero you will be in the future.

To him, Tim is a smart kid with a bit of a temper, he can make him happy when he is unhappy, and make him angry when he is angry.

He's the older one, just take it.

But Drake is different.

He is obviously alone, but let him say the sentences he said to Tim to Drake again... just die.

Drake refused to let it go, he insisted: "Jason, are you treating me..."

"No!" Todd was almost furious, he struggled hard and took his hand back.

He rubbed his wrists, tried his best to ignore the subtle emotions, and looked at Dick: "Bruce needs your help, so don't waste time here—"

Boom!

Todd fell backwards uncontrollably, his legs were originally inconvenient, being pulled so hard by Drake, he staggered and fell into the chair.

Drake paused word by word: "I'm talking to you."

His pupils shrank slightly, his eyes were a little distracted, a nervous focus appeared on his face, and the dangerous breath almost condensed into substance.

Dick's eyes widened for a moment.

How did you talk and talk, and it turned into this?

——Tibao, you are so tossing around, aren't you afraid of being beaten?

He hurriedly blocked between Drake and Todd, the focus was still to block Todd who was sitting on the chair, and said in a low voice, "Jason, calm down first, just..."

Todd had a gloomy face, but he didn't violently beat people as Dick imagined.

Dick changed direction again: "Xiao Hong, you shouldn't do this..."

Drake pretended he wasn't there, and looked away from Dick's ear and into Todd's eyes.

The big blue bird was in a dilemma, he looked left and right, staring at Tim as if asking for help, but the little red bird was uncharacteristically, lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

"okay."

In the end, Todd couldn't stand it.

If he was really as argumentative as Dick imagined, he would probably have to fight Drake every day.

He was too familiar with Drake's slightly sick look now.

Drake has a serious substance abuse problem, not that he wants to - the future of Gotham is too dangerous, and he will be seriously injured if he takes over as Batman if he doesn't deal with it well in the first place.

He can't use anesthetics frequently, too much anesthetics will affect the brain nerves, and if things go on like this, his intelligence will decline.

Physical pain combined with psychological torture, he had to take a bunch of pills every day.

Pills have side effects, and over time, this has become the case now.

Todd would hide it from him at first and secretly use spells to heal his body, but he was discovered within a few days, when Drake almost quarreled with him with red eyes.

"Do you think I'm going to read you? These bloody tricks...you think I don't know what this is?"

The essence of the mysterious side is exchange and supplication. When one person is healed, another person must be injured.

He had no choice but to stay by Derek's side when he showed a trapped animal expression.

[This is one of the few things I can do. 】

Drake stood there expressionless, his blue eyes full of reflections of the man.

Todd was running a fever, pale and haggard—but he was used to the other person's appearance, he couldn't sleep, and Todd would always be awake. In every whirling hallucination, Jason Todd was eternal. that point.

He always sat in that chair, waited until he regained consciousness, and then smiled wearily.

Drake never understood why Todd did so much for him.

Todd touched Dick's arm: "Dick, I need some private space, can you go out first?"

Tim finally raised his head and dragged Dick out of the Batcave without a word. When he reached the door, he gestured to Dick to indicate that he would stay.

After Dick leaves, he pulls out a tiny headset and puts it on.

In the Batcave, Drake's voice was also a little hoarse, and he asked slowly, "Why?"

He wondered why his past self was being treated the way he was when they were all one person—and Tim Drake would end up being the same as him.

Broken and desperate, paranoid and crazy.

Todd said calmly: "If you have to find a reason for everything, then I'm not here long ago."

He didn't want to explain at first, but seeing the confusion displayed by Drake, he realized that he still couldn't just leave him alone.

"Sit down first, let me organize the language."

He pulled the stiff man onto the sofa, and patted his forehead helplessly.

"You are a smart person, much smarter than me—some things I can't understand, such as the bat computer system, you can see it clearly at a glance. Nothing in this world can stop you."

Drake licked his dry lips and said with difficulty: "But I don't know why you want to..."

Todd interrupted him: "You're right if you don't know."

He stood in front of Drake, with a gentle tone: "You are too smart like Bruce, so you always feel that you can use logical deduction to solve everything. I used to imagine you doing this, but it still failed. So I still can't figure out what you smart people are thinking."

The elder bent his eyes in distress: "If I have to give a reason - because you are Tim Drake."

The man retorted subconsciously: "It doesn't make sense."

"You see, this is the difference between you and Tim." Todd paused, and there was a hint of sullenness in his voice: "You in the past will accept this statement very directly, baby bird, when did you evaluate yourself? so low?"

"You don't need a reason to love someone—your parents, Bruce, Dick...can you say they're nice to you because they want something for you?"

Drake said anxiously: "That's different, I've changed a lot over the years..."

Todd frowned, looking incredible: "...What's wrong with you?"

He carefully recalled his first half of his life: "Could it be that I am a good person in your eyes? The first time this good person saw you, he ran to the Titan Tower and beat you half to death, and then used cables to make you a few A penetrating wound?"

"I've done enough to last me a long time in Arkham, baby bird, and you don't owe me anything."

Drake rubbed his face, fell forward distractedly, leaned on Todd's body, and said in a muffled voice, "Whatever you say."

It's all fake anyway.

He felt a sense of grievance for no reason.

Todd sighed again, and gently tugged at the hair on the back of Drake's head: "Let me make it clearer - there is no reason for everything, I love you just because you are Tim Drake, you don't need to Logic, and no brains."

"I will be with you unconditionally, no matter what you become."

Drake raised his face in a daze, and opened his mouth soundlessly.

"You never believed in this." Todd touched Drake's face very lightly: "You will analyze why I stayed, responsibility, morality, responsibility...you will think about the importance of these things. What percentage of the reasons I stayed."

"I do not deny."

Todd pursed his lips uncomfortably.

He's never dissected himself like this, but like Drake said, it's the last time, if he really dies, he doesn't want Drake to become his second self, day and night to speculate on the thoughts of a dead man.

"Xiaohong, you don't need to judge whether the feelings are pure or not. I don't even know what I think."

Todd stumbled and said: "I have made mistakes all my life, and I have almost never done the right thing, but everything is what I want to do, and it is the same now. I want to stay in Wayne Manor, and I want to be in the last Time to be with you...in fact, it's a pleasure to see you at this point in time."

Drake didn't respond.

The Batcave was quiet, exactly like the future, the two of them didn't talk often, and were silent most of the time.

This familiar atmosphere made Drake stunned for a moment.

After a while, he wrapped his arms around the person in front of him, slowly tightened his arms, and said in a low voice, "Oh."

Todd patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, stop acting like a baby."

Drake didn't let go of his hand, maintained this posture, and picked up the previous topic again: "What did you say to him?"

He doesn't care much about the answer now, but the elder is too warm to lean against, so he wants to delay for a while.

"I told him, you are a hero."

Drake's arms tightened a little more, "You're kidding."

Todd smiled softly: "Do you think a hero should be someone like Bruce? There are one set of principles... Let me ask you a question, do you think I can get along with a hero?"

He didn't expect Drake to answer, continuing, "It all sounds ridiculous, but to some people, I'm a hero."

"When I was imprisoned in Arkham by Dick, I really felt that I only deserved to stay here for the rest of my life, but there was a guard who was very kind to me. He said that after I cleaned out those small gangs, their family's life would be better. Quite a few."

"So I thought, maybe I'm not that bad."

The elder showed a look of reminiscence: "Bruce and Dick... They deal with people like Clark, so they arrogantly think that heroes should look like that, but as long as you do good things, you are a hero."

"At least it does for me."

With a shake of his hand, Tim pinched off the headset.

He couldn't listen any longer, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

He even had a subtle envy for the self inside.

There is such a person who unconditionally pampers and supports him.

The little red bird is very clear that Todd treats himself very differently from Drake—he is taken by the way, and those teasing and compliments are just another person from a distant time and space.

But during this period of time, he unconsciously regarded himself as the future Tim Drake.

Tim's blue eyes looked a little lonely, and his gaze fell on the headset in his hand. This small device has a recording function, and the conversations were recorded.

The little red bird put the headset back in place cherishingly, and blinked.

Jason would never be Todd.

So he will never be able to have his own Todd.