[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason was really confused.

The current state of the black-haired youth can be regarded as a question-and-answer machine. Once Dick asks a rough question, he can't respond to anything.

Dick asked again.

Jason thought for a while, then tilted his head: "I'm sorry, Dickie, I said I would never scribble on your uniform again."

Dick: "...Huh?"

He froze for a few seconds.

Jason looked at him sincerely, and said in a small voice, "Bruce said, this is causing you trouble."

Dick couldn't help but laugh.

What Jason answered had nothing to do with what he asked. Looking back, it was probably seven or eight years ago.

At that time, he had just become Nightwing, and Jason had been complaining about his Nightwing identity—the little boy thought that Dick should not leave Gotham and go to Bludhaven, Robin belonged to Gotham, Dick turned his back on the city.

Little Robin ran to Brudhaven when he was free, and was finally thrown to Big Blue Bird by Bruce with his car. He wandered around in the Titan Tower. He was the only one left in the building.

The little robin went to the warehouse and brought a few buckets of paint. He painted Dick's Nightwing uniform colorful and green, and even the trousers were cut off to make them look like the green scale shorts.

When the lord came back, he rolled his eyes and looked innocent: "Don't you like this outfit? Seriously, Dicky, it's a bit cold on the thighs at night when you wear this outfit."

Also pretending to shake.

Dick laughed angrily, and lifted Jason up like a cat. The little boy's developmental period came very late, and he was only 14 meters tall at the age of 1.4. Dick only needed one hand to lift him up and put him on the glass cabinet , his fair cheeks were squeezed into a ball, and he whimpered vaguely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry——you're finished!"

He slammed his legs into Dick's chest indiscriminately and kicked him a few times without hesitation.

Dick responded by slipping the messy Robin uniform onto Robin and letting him wear it all day in the Tower of Titans.

Jason has been an untamable child since he was a child. He is naughty and unruly, with endless energy. At that time, the big blue bird never imagined that one day Jason would be able to raise his face obediently and stare at him quietly. .

Dick's voice was a little unsteady, and he spread his hands with a smile: "Little Wing, give me your hand."

"Oh."

Jason obediently put his hand over, like a domesticated wild cat finally put its paws into the owner's palm.

The fingertips twirled twice in the palm of the big blue bird.

Dick: "..."

He hesitated: "Little Wing?"

Is this really drunk?Even after being drunk, she can awaken her flirting function——?

Jason half-opened his eyes and looked over in bewilderment.

well.

Dick settled down and stopped circling around: "Do you still remember that you promised me before that you would go back to Bludhaven with me?"

"remember."

Dick licked his lips, ready to pursue the victory, but before he could ask the next question, he heard the black-haired young man pant slightly.

"I want to be with you."

Big Blue Jay's heart skipped a beat.

But this is not enough.

Dick held Jason's hand naturally, a little nervously: "Why? What's your reason for being with me?"

The uneasiness in him persisted and grew stronger over time, until it reached its peak during the conversation between Todd and Drake.

Dick did leave the Batcave that day, but he also had the means to eavesdrop on the sound of the Batcave. After listening to it, the big blue bird silently pulled out the headset and threw himself into the bed with a blank expression.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling like his guts were going to knot.

I... threw Jason into Arkham?

He couldn't figure out what the situation was, and he would do this kind of thing. Even if Jason, as the Arkham Knight, colluded with the Scarecrow and opened fire on Gotham a while ago, when he was the most angry, he just wanted to close the little wings. Go into the Batcave to calm down for a while.

Arkham?

Todd's words became a fishbone in his throat, and he couldn't swallow or spit it out. When he got along with Jason, he would always think, is he really worthy of this trust?

Jason, who didn't know it, aggravated his guilt.

Jason seldom expresses his feelings. Compared with the past, their relationship has not changed except that the distance has been shortened.

Could it be that his Jaybird made this choice just out of habit?

He didn't want it to be true, but if it was out of habit, then he didn't want to trap the other person because of his feelings.

Dick held his breath, staring intently at Jason's face, cautiously waiting for the trial.

The black-haired youth frowned: "The reason for being with you..."

He looked straight at Dick, looked at his favorite pair of blue eyes, and said firmly, "You look good."

Dick stammered: "I, I look good? Is there any other reason?"

Jason closed his mouth tightly and fell into silence, his head was full of mush, and he was still sleepy.

Dick was getting more and more flustered.

It shouldn't.

What if one day his night patrol is disfigured?

He squeezed Jason's hand, racking his brains to sell himself: "I have other advantages—"

The big blue bird suddenly jammed.

He does have many advantages, but for Jason, these advantages are definitely not irreplaceable.

Then, the only thing that is unique about him is his face?

Dick was doubting his life. Jason looked at him with vacant eyes. He couldn't help jumping up for joy. He rubbed his arms around the big blue bird's neck and kissed him roughly.

Dick didn't react, and asked Jason to kiss him dumbly.

The first time they kissed, Jason was passive, he felt being teased, and he liked to practice pulling Dick afterward.

The green-eyed young man's way of relatives is very unique. He always touches with the tip of his tongue slowly first, as if tasting something, and then knocks in bit by bit. The whole process is slow and exhausting. Every time Dick is kissed by him Half of the time, you can't help but turn the customer into the main.

This time is no exception.

He tucked his fingers into Jason's, and clasped the other hand on the nape of his neck without restraint. The rich smell of alcohol was exchanged between them. After the kiss was over, Dick's blue eyes were also slightly stained with drunkenness. .

"I love you."

Jason said lightly, with strong unreality in his voice, and he said in a fascinated tone: "I really got the golden boy."

Dick: "..."

The black-haired young man became emotional, and he gestured happily: "I think I have liked you for a long time—a long, long time, although I don't know when it started."

Dick: "...?"

"You are amazing!" He admired, muttering incoherently: "I saw your shadow on the street when I was a child, you have always been the Robin I admire most-but it doesn't prevent you from being a jerk."

Dick opened his eyes wide and murmured, "Asshole?"

"Because you have always disliked me." Jason sniffled, turned his face sideways, and looked at him from the bottom up: "Just like I am to Xiaohong, you also think I am an annoying substitute."

The big blue bird was stunned: "Oh my god, little jay bird, tell me... when did you think of this?"

"Now."

There are some things that have been pressed in Jason's heart for a long time. He always thought that he hadn't cared about them for a long time, but once someone gave him a chance, put him in the softest place, and talked to him well... those things would come to his mind burst out.

"I am different from you." He said: "Bruce is willing to pick me up because he thinks I will become a criminal. Robin's training is more like a shackle. You are willing to teach me because I have taken over your identity. , not because of me...you always have other purposes."

"—I lost Robin because I deserved it, but I did my best."

He repeated, muttering: "I did my best."

"I have tried very hard to get your approval, but in the end I have let you down."

He apologized to Dick, "I'm sorry."

Dick paused, stretched out his arms, and held the black-haired youth tightly in his arms: "I'm the one who should say sorry, Little Wing, you don't need our approval, you are already the best. "

"You turned out to be better than anyone expected."

Jason blinked his eyes, trying to discern the truth of this sentence while holding on to his drunkenness.

He asked slowly: "If one day I am wrong again, will you leave me?"

"No." Dick answered hoarsely with his jaw tightened, "If you're wrong, I'll do my best to bring you back."

He squatted down and put Jason's hand on his heart: "I swear."

Jason rolled his eyes and a beautiful smile appeared on his face.

It's a really good day, he thought.

Dick stood up, turned his head and looked out the window, Las Vegas is a strange city, the casino is next to the church, but two things that have nothing to do with each other are matched here.

From his vantage point, he could just see a small church with a white spire.

The big blue bird was slightly distracted.

A thought that had been circling in his heart for a long time quietly poked his head out, and stretched out his paw to scratch it again.

He lowered his head and asked abruptly, "Would you like to spend your life with me?"

The black-haired young man stared at him dazedly, his green eyes were reflected by the light: "Can you...?"

Dick said softly, "Come with me."

He half-supported Jason so that he would not fall, and the two of them cuddled together and passed through the crowd. After leaving the hotel, the fresh and slightly cold air was inhaled into the lungs, and the feverish brain was awake. some.

Dick deliberately asked again at the church door.

The answer is still yes.

There was an old-looking priest in the church, with black Roman clothes casually draped over his body, and a ripped T-shirt with a rock band printed on it. Seeing someone coming, he put down his beer and walked over: "God bless you."

The old priest skillfully handed over the two-page registration form: "After signing your name, you can exchange rings in front of God."

Jason was signing, but halfway through the signing he heard the ring and stopped slowly.

"ring?"

He dropped his pen and asked Dick, "Do you have a ring?"

Dick: "...no."

The old priest blinked, touched a soda can of Coke, and snapped off the tab with a bang: "Here you are."

Dick took it over, and said eagerly: "Jason, or..."

The black-haired young man shook his head resolutely: "Even Bruce has a ring!"

Bruce?

Dick's eyes lit up, and he shouted eagerly towards the sky: "Superman!"