[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The old priest took off his reading glasses and wiped them with his cuff.

"Why do you call Superman? Even the gods on earth can't help you with the marriage proposal..."

The old priest has been a priest all his life, and he has never seen such a person. He is pretty enough, but his brain is not very good.

His marriage proposal is also very beautiful.

So what's wrong with the world?Thinking about his time, beautiful people were usually too smart, his Anthea was like that...

The pretty man yelled Superman again.

The church is empty, there are no red capes, only a large eight-dollar wholesale cross hanging on the wall.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Young people do it for themselves... The old priest shook his head regretfully, took out an unopened can of Coke from the cabinet, handed it to the handsome man, and pouted his mouth: "Is it because the Coke can I opened has no sense of ceremony, why don't you do it yourself? "

Dick took the can of Coke awkwardly.

This unscientific.

Obviously Bruce can call Superman every time, Tim uses Superboy as a taxi driver, and even Bizarro, a big man with a bad brain, can rush there in an instant when he hears Jason's voice.

The big blue bird suffocated inwardly.

Could it be because I don't have a bound Kryptonian?

Dick's fingers hooked the ring of the Coke can, and he was about to tear it open. He shouted Superman to the sky again without hope.

Please, Clark.

Just this time——

When Dick was praying to the god on earth, the object of his prayer was suspended in the clouds, swaying up and down.

He held a corner of the red cloak in his hand, crumpled.

He was there when Dick yelled the first time, and Nightwing yelled so loudly that he wasn't deaf.

He really thought there was something important, so he flew while putting on his red boots, and he maximized his super vision——

Wait, Las Vegas?

The expression of the god on earth faltered for a moment, and those sitcoms watched in the small apartment drifted away politely and without losing embarrassment.

In this city, there is one more Kryptonian who wants to hear stories.

According to the normal development, they should drink drunk, stagger into the church, get married in a daze - and then find a divorce lawyer to stand in court the next day.

Clark's blue eyes gleamed with concern.

Can Dick afford a lawyer?

But he soon realized that something was wrong, because Dick was clearly sober and it was Jason who was dead drunk.

He slammed on the brakes, stopped on the top of the church, raised his ears, and looked down holding his breath.

Bird stickers.

"Superman!"

Clark plucked his little curly hair violently, and then touched it distressedly. He didn't know what to do. To be honest, he still didn't understand the arrangement and combination of the bat's house--Kansas people don't know what to do. Understand how they play the rich guys in Gotham.

What, why are you getting married?How many plots did he skip?

Aren't you Red Robin's wings?

What does it matter to me Kryptonians that you marry yours?

The fist of the god on earth was hardened a little, and before he knew it, a big hole was pinched out by him in the red cloak.

Which one does Bruce think is better - he has to know the answer, it depends on whether he will be made a watch by the bat.

Clark quietly dialed the alliance communicator, and as soon as it was connected, he heard the irritable sound of the big bat that had been up for several days and lacked sleep.

The voice on the other side of the communicator was as cold as ice: "You better have something urgent."

Clark swallowed hard: "Bat, I, I want to ask Dick and Jason..."

"To shut up!"

Beep, beep beep—the communicator was hung up, leaving only a panicked Kryptonian.

Clark could see that Dick's expression had gradually changed from embarrassment to kindness. He had known Dick for so many years, so he naturally knew what the bat cub was thinking.

Go one step further, take a step back and die.

super-human-

Dangerous!

The old priest tentatively gave advice: "Although the Patronus of the Metropolis does look very basic, and his red boots have a little high heel... but Nightwing is the most sleepy in the United States. No.1 person, why don't you call Ye Yi?"

He can't let his performance just disappear like this.

Dick's eyes darkened.

Jason glanced at him, stretched out his hand slowly, and patted Jim and Juan.

It feels amazing.

"You... How are you?"

The solemn smile on Clark's face couldn't hold back, and his toes moved in the red boots that were maligned to be very gay.

"Holy...Superman!"

Clark greeted the old priest calmly, pretending not to know Dick: "I think you need some help?"

Dick breathed a sigh of relief. "Superman, I need diamonds."

The old priest's eyes suddenly widened!

Does this young man know what he is talking about?Diamonds—the kind that sell for astronomical prices per carat?

He watched Superman take out a diamond ring out of nowhere, and his statue-like handsome face faintly showed a little pain.

"Give you."

A ridiculous thing happened!

But this is not over yet, the handsome man glanced critically, looking very disappointed: "I want a bigger one."

Ridiculous things have increased!

The handsome man made a gesture with his hand, which was almost the size of a basketball: "It's so big."

Superman quickly hid the ring back: "As long as it's a diamond?"

Old priest:? ? ?

He couldn't see it, and took a step forward: "My friend, people can't, at least shouldn't—"

The old priest was unable to say the rest.

He stared dumbfounded as Superman floated up in a Superman-like manner, and floated to the cross on the wall—and snapped it off!

The cross that he and his colleagues had nailed for a long time was snapped off.

The old priest: "...Superman?"

The god on earth smiled at him apologetically, and exerted force on his hand, making a teeth-piercing sound for a while.

Superman: "The Wayne Corporation will compensate you for your loss."

After finishing speaking, he pulled another sculpture off the wall and rubbed it together with the ball in his hand.

The old priest couldn't help but swear: "Fuc..."

A basketball-sized, crystal-clear, brilliant diamond ball appeared in Superman's hands!

The god on earth paused for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed, the next second, his blue eyes were burning red, two fiery gazes hit the diamond ball, and he turned the diamond ball bit by bit with the hand that could hold the planet sphere.

The diamond ball is gradually chipped out of shape.

It is a bird with long, curly tail feathers and elegantly spread wings.

The old priest had never seen such a strangely shaped bird.

Dick recognized the shape, having seen it long ago in visions of the Fortress of Solitude.

Nightwing.

The origin of his name is the Wings of Hope in Kryptonian mythology.

The old priest opened his mouth silently, staring blankly at Superman as he gave the bird carved out of diamonds to that beautiful man lightly.

"bless all of you."

Clark didn't fly away immediately as usual, he quietly picked a bench and sat down.

Dick hooked his lips, stuffed the nightwing carved by Clark into Jason's arms, and looked at the old priest: "Okay, you can read the words now."

The old priest said as if waking up from a dream, "Cough, cough... would you like to..."

Jason didn't wait for the old priest to finish, and said firmly, "I do."

He carefully and cautiously placed the diamond bird on the sanctuary, held the face of the big blue bird, and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"I am very happy."

He has never been happier.

He moved down a little, and kissed Dick's lips, and the dry but warm touch passed by.

"I love you."

……

Dick asked the old priest for a black plastic bag, put the Diamond Nightwing in it, and dragged Jason into the hotel with half arms and half arms.

Clark: ...

He felt a kind of loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow for no reason.

Clark moved his shoulders and slowly floated up, preparing to go back to the small apartment to work overtime and catch up on the draft. As soon as he floated a little, he felt that the red cloak was gently pulled.

The old priest faltered: "Superman, Superman, I need help too."

Clark: "..."

He shrank his neck imperceptibly: "The Wayne Group will deal with your loss tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he rushed into the sky like a fled cannonball.

The old priest hadn't turned the corner yet, and just happened to be taking over from a colleague who was working on shift. He grabbed his colleague's sleeve and blurted out: "You will never believe that Superman pinched a bird for Wayne!"

"I finally recognized it, it was a Wayne!"

Clark was flying in mid-air, and when he heard the earth-shattering words, he didn't apply the brakes and was swept into the turbine of the plane.

He wiped his face, turned off his super hearing, and carried the plane obediently, praying that Bruce would not be too angry when he returned the plane.

The last words heard by the god on earth made him wish to fly back to face the old priest.

"...Fifty Shades of Grey!"

**

A few days later, Bruce walked out of the boom channel with a tired face.

His body shape has returned to normal, and his physical fitness has returned to the peak period, but for some reason, he remains at this stage and there is no change.

Todd had been waiting for him for a long time.

Bruce sighed, and walked quickly to the Batcave: "Is it today? Are there any signs."

Todd shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

In the Batcave, Drake turned off the computer for the first time, facing the black screen, half-closed his eyes, with no expression on his face.

He heard footsteps, raised his eyelids, and subconsciously said, "Jason..."

Bruce stopped in his tracks, uncontrollably shocked, "Tim?"

Drake looked away, moved away from the console silently, and pretended that Bruce didn't exist. Todd faced the undercurrent between the two, and said helplessly, "Xiao Hong, there will be no chance in the future."

Drake glanced at Bruce, turned his head slowly, and let out a slow breath.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his hand, and Todd lowered his head, and bit by bit he opened his clenched fingers.

Faced with the threat of not knowing when it would come, Bruce could only keep the question in his heart. He stood in front of the uniform cabinet for a while, and walked to the deepest point.

There was a monstrous armor on display.

Hellbat armor.

Each part of this suit of armor is made by members of the Justice League. Superman forges the shell with stars, Wonder Woman gives the blessing of Olympus, the steel bone is linked with the core of Apocalypse, the Flash gives the speed force, and Neptune is quenched in deep sea water. Green Lantern used his imagination to weave the final shape.

The Hellbat Armor was born for the doomsday crisis. It gathers the strongest power in the universe, and there is a price to be paid when using it.

After the energy is exhausted, the armor will absorb the life of the user as power.

Bruce aimed his pupils at the test lock, and blue light slowly flashed across the dark knight's eyes.

"Don't do this." A pale hand covered his eyes: "Stop using your life as a bargaining chip."

The man with different-color pupils raised his mouth slightly: "I can't save you a second time."