[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

"No! Draw! Card!" Jason said angrily, he just wanted to knock off Nightwing's head now, but this guy was better equipped than anyone he had ever seen, so the attack range was only the neck above position.

But Jason didn't attack other positions, he only targeted Dick's chin, and that part attracted his attention as if by magic.

And he managed to hit that perfectly lined jaw, at the cost of being thrown sideways by Dick, hitting the wall.

The system let out a sigh of frustration, it really had enough of this series of shit.

System: [I drew a card. 】

Jason: [No! 】

System: [Don't worry - haven't you noticed that every time you draw a card at this time, you won't draw a strange card? 】

Jason was taken aback suddenly. The system's approach was almost to dissect itself for him to see. This completely deviated from the system's previous style. This system, which was able to handle the Avengers with ease, why did it change so much?

System: [Although it sounds absurd... But I am indeed a magician. 】

System: [Already branched. 】

Wait, what is this system talking about?An ominous premonition passed through Jason's heart.

System: [Keep your current mood——]

Jason used his hands as a support point, exerted force on his feet, and quickly rolled to the side. Dick's electrified short stick hit his previous position, and there was a toothache sound. He glanced at Dick depressedly, ignoring Counterattack: [I said, I don't draw cards, and I should only have the right to draw cards. 】

[No. 】

The system turned a deaf ear to it, it cut open the panel, and clicked on the words "draw once a day" on it, and the characters dissipated into debris.

[Card surface: No regrets. 】

What the hell, is this the root of the system?

The pattern on the card is a blue hood. This hood seems to be made of extremely hard metal. The dark white light shines from the eyes of the hood, which is cold and terrifying, but the two cat-like ears The sharp horns neutralized this intriguing atmosphere.

Jason: ...Why do you put two cat ears on your head?

The hood was turning slowly, as if hearing Jason's complaints, the two cat ears fell down and merged with the hood, but it seemed to be a switch. When the cat ears were put down, blue The colored coating suddenly dissipated.

It turned into a red hood, shaped exactly like the ones he visited in his closet.

Jason: All right.

The voice of the system finally became happy: [Use a card. 】

The turbulent black liquid surged from Jason's feet, spread his teeth and claws along Jason's boots, and covered every part of his body. Dick was startled by this sudden change, and cautiously jumped away to observe .

Those liquids had a metallic color and were constantly changing shapes. They were not evenly distributed on Jason's body, but rushed to where they should go with an extremely purposeful purpose, and condensed into pieces of metal——

They formed a cool set of armor, the color of which was Jason's favorite camouflage white.

Jason flexed his finger, and found that the white light conical spikes would automatically protrude from the knuckles.

The system has really sprung up, Jason thought, this uniform fits as if he made it himself, every part of it is so handy when used, gun belt, waist bag, weapon interlayer...Jason doesn't leave a trace He touched it and found that it was filled with the small devices he was used to.

Great, he's now a veritable humanoid arsenal.

Tim's body froze. He wasn't worried that Dick would lose at first. With that kind of equipment gap, Jason couldn't escape from Yewing, but now?

Dick flicked the short stick in his hand and turned on the lethal function on it.

The system sneered: [Beat him! 】

Jason moved his fingers, and his mood improved a lot, "I think we can have a good fight now."

"I'm a pacifist," Dick said, throwing a taser at Jason.

Jason grabbed it, crushed it easily in his hand, and threw it away, "Do you think you're the only one who owns a toy?"

Dick throws a smoke/bomb on the ground.

"I have to say that this is indeed a good way..."

"But—" Jason turned around suddenly, grabbed Dick's kicked foot, squeezed Dick's ankle, and bent it at Dick's knee joint.

Dick gritted his teeth and grunted.

Dick hooked Jason's neck with his other leg and knocked him to the ground with Jason's strength. He found that the smoke was useless to Jason. The opponent accurately predicted his movements and blocked him with bullets. Where he wants to dodge, and fight back with more force.

They fought extremely fiercely, their moves were fatal, and both of them failed.

……

Jason's face was sullen. During his fight with Dick, more and more memory fragments surfaced from the bottom of his heart.

"Why would I do this!" The young self yelled at Ye Yi angrily.

"Blindfolded training." Ye Yi deftly circled a knife flower, "During the battle, you may lose your eyes—"

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded.

Before the young Jason could react, the wooden knife was already on his neck——

The charged short stick hit Jason's throat.

"You might lose your hand." Nightwing slid quickly, grabbed the young Jason's wrist, and twisted his backhand——

Jason pulled out the knife, turned around and stabbed Dick's hand hard.

"Don't be attracted by the enemy's movements." Ye Yi pretended to raise the knife, and after fighting a few moves with his young self, he took out a bird-shaped dart from his belt and pinned his clothes——

Jason kicked away the bomb that Dick threw at his feet, and while fighting, filled his knee pads with high-voltage current, and pressed against Dick's abdomen again.

Jason thought to himself, what you taught is absolutely right.

The blow knocked Dick off balance and he fell to the ground. Jason could hear him coughing through the smoke.

"Jason," Dick said intermittently.

Jason didn't make a sound. He pulled the safety catch and fired continuously at the source of the sound. There was a dense sound of metal impacts.

The immature boy was tripped by a sweeping leg, he lay down on the ground like a fool, breathing heavily, Ye Yi squatted in front of him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Get up, you know the training is endless, who knows what moves the enemy will have."

you're right.

Jason blasted the water pipe with a single shot, and watched indifferently as the water sprayed around and spread to Dick's area.

He took off the taser/gun from the gun belt, pressed the switch, and threw it into a place with water——

A hook rope suddenly ejected from the hole in the ceiling, grabbing Yeyi's body in time, and jerking him up.

The stun/gun fell into the water, and the arc crackled and exploded.

Jason didn't catch up.

He found that he was not as happy as he imagined.

**

After the card effect ended, the uniform turned into liquid metal again and fell to the ground and disappeared. Jason lowered his head, wiped away the blood dripping down his cheeks, and walked out absent-mindedly.

During this time, he checked himself carefully to make sure he had thrown away all the gadgets that Tim had pretended to be on him.

Jason: 【Does this card have no negative effects? 】

The system was silent, and after a few seconds, it replied belatedly: [Yes. 】

Jason: [What is it? 】

The system chuckled: [You know, it's written on the card. 】

——[Card face: No regrets. 】

System: [As long as you don't regret it, the negative effects of this card will not appear, but if you regret it. 】

Jason interrupted the system roughly: [We don't need to be so secretive. 】

It was hard for him to say that he had no regrets, those ghostly pasts opened up a corner, but what he showed was not the bloody, cursed and painful tragedies he had imagined.

Those memories are happy.

Those memories are like fluffy cotton candy, wrapping themselves in it carefully and gently, every fragment is permeated with sweetness, vividly like the picture unfolding in front of you.

This sweetness was what suffocated him.

Jason is not very afraid of pain or loneliness. Those negative emotions are pediatrics compared to whether they are crazy or not. He thinks about the day when he regains his memory and prepares for the worst.

Jason worked hard to put layers of armor on his body to defend against the enemy's attacks, so that he would not get lost in his memory, but the reality told him that his memory was full of warmth and happiness.

He thought that what he was waiting for was impenetrable darkness, so that he could match his madness, didn't he?

But he waited for a beautiful soft white flower.

Jason could see that his younger self was happy, he was willing and happy to stay beside that Nightwing, that beautiful big blue bird was literally glowing, he was the best Jason could imagine , even if he was tired and confused at that time, he was so good.

Jason said abruptly: [Am I Ye Yi's little follower? 】

The system's voice is a little hoarse: [No. 】

It never answered any of Jason's questions, but quietly released its only skill.

[Make him happy. 】

Jason was walking on the street, and the street lamps were turned on one by one. There is no night in New York. Holding the freshly baked 2000 million, Jason strolled to Raphael's bookstore and sat down.

"I want to buy a first edition book."

"Please." Raphael nodded politely, "Is it still a literary work?"

The rock and roll man next to Raphael who was dozing off suddenly woke up. He pulled off his sunglasses, his eyes were golden snake pupils, "Mr. Todd."

Jason raised his eyes in surprise. He knew that this was a friend of Rafael, the owner of the bookstore. Although he learned about all the preferences of this friend through the owner, they never said a word.

"My name is Crowley." The man said succinctly, "I hope you don't meet too many furries on the road."

Jason nodded and pushed the door open, when a fluffy kitten brushed past his feet.

System: [Negative effects have been synchronized. 】

The author has something to say:

The barrel of this article is set to p52, and there is a certain difference from N52.

Raphael and Crowley came from Good Omens, one is an angel and the other is a demon, 6000 years of beautiful love, neither understanding nor affecting reading.