[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

"This is impossible."

The little red dot on the screen represents a person - Jason Todd, the second-generation Robin he once admired very much.

Tim tried to convince himself rationally that Jason Todd was indeed dead. As the biggest pain in Batman's life, he was killed by the Joker with a crowbar in a foreign land.

A few days ago, he had received an encrypted communication from Iron Man, which mentioned Jason Todd's suspected resurrection, and he did not put this information as the first priority.

Because he is sure that Jason Todd is a dead man, and the second-generation Robin has disappeared. If this identity reappears in the world, it is definitely a conspiracy, and there is a great possibility that it is aimed at Batman.

But he found that he couldn't throw this information coldly and rationally into the to-do list. The possibility that Jason Todd might still be alive was stuck in his throat like a stone, showing his own all the time. presence.

When he looked at the uniform displayed in the Batcave for the umpteenth time——

He sighed a long time, took a cup of coffee, and sat on the chair Batman used to sit on as if he had made up his mind.

A long time ago, when Dick was still active in Gotham as Robin, Tim still remembered that time, the situation in Gotham was extremely bad, and Batman almost broke his bottom line. Batman has become a criminal, left Gotham angrily, and went to Bludhaven to become a policeman.

He thought Bruce had done nothing and let him go, but Bruce had implanted a tiny chip in his left forearm without telling him.

And then there's Jason, who takes Dick's Robin status—no, he takes Dick's Robin status away.

Tim doesn't quite know what happened before Dick and Jason, but he knows that the relationship between them is weird and weird, complicated and uncomfortable. When Tom asked about the old Titans, Dick interrupted him just right.

"You should ask Bruce about Jason." There was indescribable meaning in Dick's voice.

It's hard to imagine that Nightwing would have a problem with anyone.

But Jason appeared in Dick's darkest and most confused days, with the Gotham street temperament that Dick hated the most, and inserted into Dick's life like a thorny fishbone.

It was also during that time, with Jason's permission, that Bruce implanted the same chip in his arm openly, and this small chip stayed with him until his death - the clown blocked the signal, and then ensured that Batman can only untie it when he sees a dead body.

The last journey of this little red dot was from Wayne Manor to the cemetery in Gotham. It moved slowly and then stopped. Germany's files were stored in the depths of the bat computer together and were no longer enabled.

And now it moves.

Tim stared at the red dot, which moved forward in a messy and purposeful way, and then stopped at a place in Brooklyn. Tim thought for a while, pressed the pause button, reached out to zoom in on the map and adjusted In addition to the nearby monitoring, the satellite group that Wayne himself launched into the sky can provide the most accurate positioning and the clearest images.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and tapped the keyboard quickly and forcefully.

Tim: Pupil earthquake jpg.

It was not a second-generation Robin with a soft outline and the slenderness unique to teenagers, but an inconceivable man with a strong body and a strong appearance from all aspects. From the image, he could detect the danger of this man .

He stared at the video in a daze, and his already certain judgment was shaken again-if Jason Todd's resurrection was a conspiracy, then he should appear in Gotham or even in the Batcave in the form of that Robin.

Ah Fu politely tapped on the wall twice: "Master Tim, I assume you are not learning from Master Bruce in terms of staying up late."

Tim was taken aback, as if nothing had happened, he covered the display screen with the data stream, stood up and smiled: "I see."

As he made his way to the bedroom, he texted Dick: "Red Bird."

Bludhaven is not far from New York.

Jason suddenly fell into a situation of doing nothing, he finished his training, Damian's orders were fulfilled, Hydra was hit hard by the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. was disbanded, and the League of Assassins got what they wanted. At such a time of turmoil, New York's underground world also wisely restrained its minions, and Spider-Man has really become a good neighbor in New York recently.

This is the problem.

Damian left a message and went to find his father who didn't know who it was. Jason was actually very curious about what the man who was his father in name was like, but every time he thought about it, he felt a strange feeling. His fear and resistance will stop him.

Everyone will have a goal that they want to do, but Jason really doesn't have this thing. The lack of memory makes him not know who he is. It is difficult for a person without a past to find a goal. Usually their obsessions are Finding his memory back, and Jason doesn't really want to explore his past.

And what is more difficult to say is that during the time when he lost his mind in the past, he had been living as Damian's property, and a property would naturally be taken care of by someone——

Now, with Damian's acquiescence, he is out of the identity of property, which also means that the League of Assassins will no longer take care of his life.

Jason has never been a frugal person.

He had a relatively extravagant hobby of collecting first-edition books, which had to be the first of their first printings, which was never cheap.

Jason used up the last coin, and he even drew a card once. The garbage system didn't even have a baguette this time, but turned his favorite pot of flowers on the windowsill into a chatterbox.

The potted flower praised Jason all day long with a piercing and regretful voice. If it weren't for the limited time limit of this card, he really wasn't sure if he would give this potted flower to the friend of the bookstore owner.

Yes, the only hobby of the bookstore owner's friend is to grow green plants.

Jason pushes open the door, he is now faced with a problem of finding a use for the general equivalents necessary for human beings to live in this society, in short, he needs to find a job, even though the subconscious is screaming for him and a How incongruous an ordinary job is, but the common sense of life these days tells him——

A person should not live like him. Even a superhero will have the identity of an ordinary person. It is too much for a person to be engaged in crime fighting all day long.

But he really doesn't want to find an honest job, as a social animal, he just wants to get rich overnight, and then go home and lie in bed to read——

That's why Jason appeared in this ghost place.

Be a mercenary, take a big order, and go home early.

A man who didn't look very smart at first sight, pushed his way out of the crowd rudely, leaned close to him, and winked his eyes: "Brother, I have a big order."

"..."

This person doesn't look like he can receive a big order.

Jason glanced at him boredly, without answering, lazily drank the whiskey in the glass, and planned to change places.

The man was enraged by Jason's contemptuous attitude.

His companion got out and stopped Jason with a dry smile: "My friend is a bit stupid, but he didn't tell any lies."

Then he lowered his voice: "That man is one of the richest men in the world."

Jason raised his eyebrows, "The richest man?"

What does the richest man have to do with him?

The man looked a little surprised, and soon his eyes showed a hint of looking at a country bumpkin. He changed his voice and answered the question for Jason in a voice with a sense of superiority.

"Of course Tony Stark, Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne!"

"No one would attack Iron Man, and Luthor is a smart man, only Wayne, that idiot who can only spend money and drink, almost printed his schedule in the Gotham Daily." The man curled his lips, with a tone A little sour.

The man looked fanatical and said provocatively: "He is the most easily kidnapped idiot in the world! We can exchange him and the Wayne Group for a lifetime of money! We don't even need to hurt him , that frightened playboy will order his subordinates to bring the money!"

Jason: "..."

"Scare?" he asked.

And this good thing?

The system is a little desperate: [Please——! 】

Jason: "..."

Damn, how can I be a little excited.

The author has something to say:

Everyone!"Clark Has Something to Say" I opened yesterday has a cover!

It’s two sand sculpture dogs, one friend helped me change the emoticon package, another friend helped me arrange the version, the cover is beautiful!Super nice!

Has anyone spotted the bookstore owner!

By the way, please comment, the comment is really the driving force for writing QAQ (the cat stares at the jpg.)