[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Gotham can't go, Peter is actually right, city sex is something engraved in the genes of every bat cub, but Jason is frightened by his weird family relationship.

won't they fight?

System: [You should ask them when they can stop fighting. 】

Jason thought about it seriously, compared it with Thalia, and he felt relieved.

If it's that type of women... they are strong and beautiful, sharp and elegant, and almost all the beautiful words in the world can be used on them. Jason can hardly think of anyone who would not fall for this kind of women dumped—

If so, is he ill?

Jason didn't think Thalia would fall in love with him. He could see very clearly that the complex emotions hidden in the beautiful woman's eyes were almost overflowing. He was just a healing tool——

But who cares?Jason snorted casually, isn't he also using Thalia as a healing tool?

Although he didn't know what the past was like, but by Thalia's side, he could find the relaxation he hadn't seen for a long time, and he didn't need to feel entangled and uncomfortable because of his behavior. In a sense, they were the same kind.

Yes, every time he made a move, there would be a voice stopping him—no!stop!no!can not be like this!

To hell with it, Jason thought bitterly.

But he had to leave New York. In the days before, he had messed up the underground world of New York alone. As the reputation of the red hood spread, the troubles came too late. It wasn't that Jason couldn't handle these troubles.

He has no interest in the city of New York at all.

Without any attraction, those disturbing attacks made him extremely bored, and when he broke the legs of two minions again, he reluctantly took out the map.

The Mets were the first to be voted down.

Seaside City, Star City, Central City... Jason picks picks, but his eyes are always attracted to the city across the sea from the metropolis.

—Gotham.

Am I sick?Jason said to himself.

System: [Be more confident, remove the not. 】

Jason scratched his hair, sighed, and took the next best thing, circled the city not far from Gotham with a marker.

It's you, Bludhaven.

He enthusiastically decided to make a career in Bludhaven, at least he could not live the current life of salty fish.

**

After a while, Bludhaven.

System: [Salted fish life? 】

System: [career? 】

Jason turned into a bar very naturally: [I'm too tired, I don't want to do it, I'm already a rich man, why do I have to make things difficult for myself? 】

The system seriously reflected on itself, and then threw that little introspection behind its head.

Jason very naturally fell into the crowd of people in cool clothes, throwing a lot of dollar bills, the cheers became louder and louder with his raised hands, and the champagne tower was randomly smashed by him, emitting a charming smell The liquid wet his shirt, and Jason chuckled and lit his cigar.

A long, strong hand rested on Jason's shoulder.

That hand was very beautiful, with well-defined joints and thin fingers, but there was a layer of calluses on the pulp of the fingers and the center of the palm.

"Hi."

Jason squinted his eyes and looked up. He looked carefully at the man in front of him, and regretfully found that this man did not have a beautiful face that matched his hands.

The pair of black-rimmed glasses covered half of his face, and his hair drooped casually without serious care, making him look very ordinary.

"What's the matter?"

The man pulled him up friendly, Jason was a little surprised, after all, not everyone can pull him up so easily - he subconsciously glanced at the man's upper arm, but wrapped in a black coat, he also I can't see clearly.

Jason suddenly noticed that this man had a good figure.

When he cast his eyes on the man's face again, he sighed regretfully, "I like your eyes, they are blue."

The man's expression became a little weird, he pushed his eyes uncomfortably, helped Jason up slightly forcefully, and pulled him to the corner.

Jason didn't respond to this, he moved his feet obediently and with great interest until he was away from the crowd - the crowd above didn't care that someone left.

"You are being followed." The man said in a low voice.

Jason showed a half-smile expression, he took a puff of his cigar, and slowly and carelessly exhaled the smoke: "There are as many gangsters in this city as there are ants, if I want to care about these, there will be a few more good days Woolen cloth?"

The man pressed his tongue against the deep teeth, looking very complicated, "Uh...they are ready to attack you."

"Oh." Jason took another puff on his cigar, "It's nothing."

He suddenly felt a little desire to talk, probably because the man's body was really good - he could see it clearly now.

"What does this have to do with you, sir?" He deliberately raised his voice slightly.

In the dimly lit corner, the contours of Jason's face became ambiguous and fuzzy, and the cigarette butt shone with a faint red light. He turned his face to look at the man, his green eyes were extremely cold, but he quickly returned to the scene. When I laughed, the indifference was fleeting, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

The man drooped an eyebrow, and his expression became more and more strange: "You...?"

The man subtly took a few breaths. He is actually a person who is very immune to all kinds of dirty words. He has seen how bad the words that come out of Jason's mouth are before, but usually, he is not attacked object.

The man moved his toes, but his expression remained calm.

Fortunately, he hasn't given himself a nickname yet?

He coughed lightly, straightened his face and said, "My job is to prevent people like you from being harmed. There have been six murders in this bar."

"Oh."

"You didn't respond?"

Jason blinked his eyes twice, and took out all the tricks he had used to prevaricate Peter: "I'm from Gotham."

The man showed a choked expression: "I also know a lot of Gotham people...but usually, Gotham people are not like this."

Jason sighed, this is more troublesome, met someone who knows a little about Gotham, "Then what should I be now? Get out of here? Then don't come out at home?"

He raised his hand begging for mercy: "Please, it's the first time in my life that I have so much money, you have to let me spend it."

Jason laughed after he finished speaking, and suddenly felt that what he said was full of the meaning of a nouveau riche entering the city, but he really didn't know what the life of a real rich man was. After all, rich men usually spend their money on meaningless things, and It's not like buying a lot of weapons like yourself, and modifying weapons will cost a lot of money.

The money he snatched from Tim was about to be spent by him again.

The man took out a document and shook it at him, "I hope you can join our witness protection program."

Jason raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"Accept my protection." He put away the ID and pushed his glasses again, "It's not just for your safety, we've been chasing this matter for a long time, more and more victims, they are all innocent Yes, and I'm sure you don't want to see anyone else killed."

That's true.

Jason admits that there is always a sense of justice in his heart that has no place to rest. He is tired...hate those who commit crimes, those who disrupt the life trajectory of others for their own selfish desires, and stifle the hope that is blooming.

"Okay." He nodded, "I'll listen to you."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and he said in a tone familiar to Jason, "Thank you."

Not quite right.

Jason didn't ignore this sense of familiarity. From his experience, those who made him feel familiar were not normal people, because the sense of familiarity meant that they... were probably the same kind.

Jason: [System, check this person's character card. 】

The system called out the card without hesitation.

Character card: [An ordinary man. 】

There is a picture of black-rimmed glasses on the card, which is still the familiar and carefree painting style, exactly the same as [a cannon fodder] and [a hydra].

……Gone?

Jason stroked his temples, and refreshed the card a few more times in disbelief, but no matter how he refreshed, the card surface did not change at all.

Maybe it's his nervousness?

Jason looked at the man indiscriminately again. The man didn't look strange at all. Maybe he really is an ordinary person?

The man turned his head and smiled kindly.

... No, this smile looks more familiar.

Jason said in an extremely uncertain tone: [System, do you feel that something is wrong with this man. 】

The system paused for a moment: [Yes. 】

System: [But I don't know what's wrong, it's just a feeling. 】

The system is a bit confused: [It stands to reason that the character card can't be wrong, even if you don't know the person, if the person is special enough, it will display a lot of passive skills. 】

Jason: [But this person has nothing. 】

System: [...Why don't you ask what his name is? 】

"I haven't asked your name yet." Jason patted the man's arm, "You can call me Peter."

"My name is Tyne," the man replied, "Your place may not be safe, so we have to find a place to live."

Jason had no objection to this, he shrugged, "It's up to you."

……

"No, buddy." Jason looked at the building in front of him in disbelief, "Motel?"

"Are you serious?"

Tyne patted his trouser pocket, "Think about it, not everyone is as rich as you."

"But the motel..." Jason couldn't accept it, "you can find this kind of hotel in Bludhaven."

Motels are generally located in remote towns, or at the entrance of the highway, and even the rooms are connected to the parking lot. They are the cheapest type of accommodation in the country.

But Bludhaven is a very prosperous port city. It is very similar to Gotham. There is always no sun, there are many tall buildings, and there is only a wall between rich and poor. The rich area is incredibly prosperous, while the people in the slums are not poor Without candles, we can only rely on the fire to keep warm.

But this also means that there will be almost no motels in this kind of city.

Tyne knocked on the desk at the front desk, "We're going to stay here for a week."

The girl at the front desk kept glancing at Jason. This man didn't look like someone who would live here. She asked Tyne absently, "Two single rooms, eighty dollars a night."

Jason nodded bored, "Hurry up...I'm going to fall asleep."

"We only need one room," Tyne said calmly.

"???" Jason turned his head suddenly, "A room?"

The smile on the receptionist's face suddenly froze, looking a little funny, she sniffled and glanced at Jason again.

"Ok."

"A double room, one hundred dollars a night."

The tone of the system did not fluctuate: [Young man, something is wrong with you. 】

The author has something to say:

Regarding the last chapter, I personally feel that none of them are at a loss. If I were a girl from DC... Hulang speaks!I want, too!

By the way, I added a short chapter about Robin in reverse order, and put it in the Marvel DC short story next door, maybe... a little bit, a little bit?Treat it as a Tanabata gift!