[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason found that Tyne's expression was very strange when he applied it on his face. There was something in his eyes that he couldn't understand. His technique of applying makeup was exquisite and skilled. When I stroked the corner of my lips once——

Jason couldn't bear to hold that hand.

"I'll do it myself." He said with a stiff face.

A smile slowly formed on the corner of Tyne's mouth, and he blinked his left eye at Jason: "Of course, but why does a rich man have such skills?"

Jason took the brush in Tyne's hand: "Isn't this a must-have skill for a rich guy?"

Tyne's pupils contracted slightly, and all the signs showed that Jason had no memory of the past, but this sentence made him wonder if Jason was alluding to a dark place.

Is that rich guy you know named Bruce Wayne?

To change the shape of the bridge of the nose, you need to add more shadows on the nose, to make the eyes smaller, you need to apply a dull yellow on the eyelids, and to use lip liner to expand the lips to make them appear thicker...

Jason gave a hand: [All, why am I so proficient? 】

Jason's suspicion of life has increased to a higher level. He can't think of the reason why he used to smear his face all the time. This kind of proficiency is definitely not something that can be trained once or twice. Speaking of it, Tully Ya has never found a teacher in this area for herself.

She defaults to this?

Jason was still thinking, but Tyne said in a sweet tone: "Why are you so proficient?"

His eyelids twitched at this tone, and he glared at Tyne angrily. Suddenly, a strong emotion rose from the bottom of his heart, and this emotion did not belong to him.

Jason: [What are you tossing about? 】

The system began to review what happened last night: [Wait, this Tyne...]

It subtly emphasizes the name: [He came to the door last night, wearing those glasses all the time, lying on the same bed with you, and you didn't even have the slightest intention of waking up. 】

Jason sighed: [No need to emphasize this. 】

System: 【It's not your fault, I also slept soundly. 】

— motels, glasses, cereal, and an overly good body.

Between lightning and flint, these clues are like scattered pearls, suddenly strung together by thin threads.

Tyne... the system uttered the name twice, and combined the two syllables upside down.

System: [Damn. 】

Of course, Jason and himself will not be wary of this so-called Tyne. If he is really the person it guessed...then he is not outside the defense circle of himself and Jason!

The system sneered, of course it would not respond in any way, in the past they spent countless nights together, and sometimes they were so tired that they exploded, the two of them simply huddled together for a short nap, day after day, Tyne The familiar aura on his body was almost carved into his bones, symbolizing absolute safety and trust.

System: [I need you to do something. 】

Jason didn't slow down the movements in his hands, he was trying to make his eyelids droop a little: [What are you doing? 】

The tone of the system actually sounded like gnashing of teeth: [Take off this person's broken glasses. 】

Jason nodded, gave up and continued to paint on his face, put the last brush into the box very peacefully, stood up and walked towards Tyne.

"You seem to be wearing these glasses all the time."

Tyne nodded, leaned over, and looked at Jason in surprise, "You look like another person now."

Tyne is very familiar with Jason's technique. If he is allowed to smear it, nine out of ten it will have the same effect. The person in front of him seems to have changed his head. Wrinkles have been drawn on the smooth skin, and the eyelids are slightly drooping. The figure was lengthened, and the sharp and beautiful outline disappeared. He looked ordinary and could fit into any scene without being conspicuous.

Jason turned his neck and bowed his back very naturally. He slightly adjusted the folds of his clothes with his hands, coughed slightly, and asked Tyne in a much more mature voice: "How are you doing now?"

"Not bad." Tyne moved closer.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jason quickly reached out his hand.

——Tyne's speed was even faster. He leaned back and easily dodged Jason's attack with a flexibility that almost exceeded the limit of the human body.

"Don't touch your hands." The man's muscles tensed for a moment, and then he relaxed quickly, "These glasses are high-end products from Stark Industries. My boss specifically told me that if I break these glasses, Even if I sell it, I can't afford it."

"Stark Industries?"

"Yes." Tyne lowered his voice: "I heard it's the same style as Stark."

Jason nodded and didn't express his opinion. Although he didn't take off his glasses, he still touched them - this is enough.

The system was quite indifferent, and almost turned the card belonging to Tyne into a beam of white light. The square card shook pitifully twice, and froze.

There is an extra sentence on the character card; [Metaphysics glasses are limited to - an ordinary man. 】

Metaphysical glasses...?

Can Stark's glasses have this effect?

gab!Everything about Stark is on the tech side!

Those are clearly Kryptonian glasses!

The system gritted its teeth and was extremely troubled, but it didn't expose Tyne's lie. Think about it, what good results can be achieved after it is exposed?Arguments escalate into brawls and fights?This kind of traditional art is really tired, let the poor me live a good life for a few days.

The system sighed. It knew that Jason was a man of the scene. If he regained his memory...don't talk about fighting with the big blue bird, he would definitely fight with Batman. The current peaceful life is getting less and less day by day.

The card pool vibrated slightly, and Tyne's card was undergoing transformation at an astonishing speed. The white board card burst into golden light in an instant, and the system pressed the card pool very unhappily, and hid the card that came out. Get up without letting Jason see.

A corner of the system panel.

Countless passive skills slid down the card like a waterfall of information.

The ugly black-rimmed glasses disappeared, replaced by a handsome man wearing a Brudhaven police uniform, with curly black hair curled up on his neck, beautifully shaped lips with a smile, and countless stars gathered In the man's blue eyes, it looked extraordinarily unreal.

[Character card: Richard Grayson. 】

The system sighed again.

The system poked Jason: [If you are interested in Tyne...]

Jason felt baffled, why did the system suddenly talk about this?Does he look that much like a human self-propelled cannon?

System: That's right, you don't look like that. The humanoid self-propelled gun is opposite you.

The tone of the system is full of indescribable feelings: [It's okay, you won't suffer anyway. 】

Yes, that's Dick Grayson, Brudhaven's limited-edition miracle, a gentle and beautiful big blue bird-beautiful may be a bit strange to describe a man, but it doesn't violate Nightwing at all. harmony.

Many people would be inconceivable by Ye Yi's charm. He is able to be approachable yet repulsive, unpredictable yet unobstructed. Those strange contradictions increase the attractiveness of this man, just like the fog in the morning light, light and floating The earth is everywhere, but when it is really about to be held in the palm of your hand, it will suddenly dissipate.

To give the most obvious example, he doesn't even need to speak, as long as he stands there, men and women will automatically be attracted to him, trying to get his downcast eyes like moths flying to a flame.

For real humanoid self-propelled guns, the shells all come to the door on their own initiative, and they can't even line up.

Ye Yi has never been stingy with giving his love. He is the most loyal lover, and he will devote himself to every relationship. His emotions are as hot as flames, but they cool down at an incredible speed.

Jason carefully observed Dick's face, and felt that he was still not good enough.

Dick was horrified by Jason's eyes, and he walked around with a guilty conscience, "We should all have a little secret from each other, shouldn't we?"

He hoped to use this identity to find out Jason's secret.

**

Jason couldn't remember how many turns this was, and the system gave up recording the route they took. Tyne's familiarity with Bludhaven was shocking. He knew every small alley, every A corner, and even know who lives there.

Should a normal person have this level of familiarity with the city?

The sunny day in Bludhaven was also foggy. The sky was bright white and a little gloomy. Jason sighed: "Where are we going?"

He has no interest in avoiding assassination at all. If he was alone, he could have shot the killer directly between the eyebrows, and then broke into that organization to let them understand what the real fear is.

But his current identity is registered with Tyne, which means that he has registered with the Bludhaven Police Station.

Yes, he turned to Tyne's ID while he was washing up.

The man on the certificate still wore the black-rimmed glasses, but Jason always felt that something was full of incongruity, which was hard to detect.

Jason has a natural aversion to the police station and the police. These guys will more or less hinder his actions, but for some reason, he can't deal with those people in uniform. Once When the being chased got angry, the most excessive level was just to knock the little policeman on the neck.

A criminal should not have such feelings for the police.

Dick slowed down, and asked a little abruptly: "I noticed that you are very unfamiliar with all this, but the information shows that you have lived here for a while."

Jason's tone was very indifferent: "I don't like the weather in Bludhaven. The continuous rain will make people's bones crisp."

The weather in Brudhaven is no different from Gotham, Dick squinted slightly, he didn't think Jason would give up Gotham - none of them could give up that city, even if they grew up one after another Leave the bat lair.

Gotham is a scar carved into the soul of the Bat-Family.

"Then why did you choose Bludhaven?" Dick asked persistently.

Jason was silent for a few seconds, "I don't have any memory of the past, so to me, Bludhaven or New York, or whatever is the same."

He told Dick very frankly about his current situation. There is nothing to hide. Now he no longer resists his past, but is quite easy-going and let nature take its course - what should come will come, not to mention those memories seem to be Not as bad as I imagined.

Dick was shocked by this kind of honesty, and he was a little sad that he could tell a stranger his secret frankly—let's count it as a secret, but he beat himself half to death when we met last time.

When he was Ye Yi, the two of them couldn't even communicate normally.

He was mentally prepared for Jason's amnesia. When Jason confirmed it himself, he had to admit that he was hurt.

Dick didn't understand why this happened. At first he thought that some force controlled the resurrected Robin bird, but after a night of investigation, he had to admit that the last big fight came from Jason's own body. Heart, he really wanted to kill himself.

Am I doing something wrong?Make you lose your memory and want to kill me?

Dick temporarily changed his mind and no longer decided to deceive Jason with some false things. He should be a little more honest, at least when he was Tyne. After all, he was not so lucky to meet his own Diana and clark, if it turns out to be like bruce

—it will be over.

Dick led Jason to an inconspicuous alley, flipped over the wall lightly, and waved at Jason.

"Come up quickly."

Jason tilted his head: "Why should I accompany you to do this? Didn't you say that I am a protected person?"

Dick didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled.

Jason sighed depressingly, supported the wall with one hand, exerted strength on his waist, kicked his feet on the wall, like a nimble leopard, flipped over easily.

Dick applauded insincerely, and pointed to a few men dozing off not far away, "They belong to Frederick's forces."

"Friedming?"

"Just a regular gangster." Dick shrugged. "You don't even have to remember his name."

"Then they're targeting me purely for money?"

Dick nodded, then shook his head again: "I thought so at first, but then I found out that Frydmin and Roman got hooked up."

"Roman..."

Jason said the name a few times: A name flashed through his mind: "Roman Sionis?"

Dick's eyes widened, surprised: "You know him?"

"Black Mask." Jason said honestly, "I probably don't know him, but I seem to know this person."

Dick understood, of course Jason knew about the Black Mask, and he was Robin's favorite to find trouble with the Black Mask, so it seems that the trouble with the Black Mask is something engraved in the DNA of Jaybird?

"Black Mask is from Gotham." Dick sighed, "He used to be in charge of Gotham's underground world for a while, and it's not at the same level as Brudhaven."

Bludhaven is as close to Gotham as it gets, but in some ways it's more than Gotham, such as something gross, mean, and scary, and the criminals here are usually not as embarrassing. The past, or the technical prowess—they're just plain evil.

Theft, robbery, violent killing... Brudhaven does not have the so-called art of killing, and there are not as many lunatics as Gotham. They have their own purpose, and creating chaos is not for fun, and Dick can always infer from these purposes. the actions of criminals.

These two cities are too close to each other. Gotham’s summer drought will flood the Brudhaven River every year. When the river flows back, the local residents of Brudhaven know that the water at this time must not use.

Who knows what's floating in the water in Gotham?

Anything gets bad in Gotham, even a regular gangster gets black mask, and Officer Grayson and Nightwing have to work overtime for it - Bludhaven PD really should give themselves Pay double wages.

"What is the black mask for?" Jason's hand slipped to his waist unconsciously, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

"I don't know." Dick replied: "But the informant said that he tried to smuggle a batch of goods through the port of Waterloo. If he succeeds in smuggling, the power of this city will have to be reshuffled."

Jason groaned: "The law is useless to improve the status quo?"

Dick spread his hands: "It's not so much the law that constrains the city, but the rules of the gangs that constrain the city. Gangs, big and small, wrestle with each other, barely maintaining a balance, and Gotham—"

"You should know what Gotham is like."

I know shit, Jason cursed inwardly.

But he answered the words in a smooth and smooth manner, without any confusion: "Those who can survive in Gotham and have a name, they can easily break the balance of this city."

Jason suddenly noticed a problem: "Are you going to deal with the black mask alone? Don't you have any companions?"

"Uh..." Dick blinked, "I used to have someone I trusted, and then we broke up. I thought our relationship was just a temporary breakdown, but that person didn't even contact me when I needed help the most. "

He put his palms together, and then pulled them apart, misaligned up and down, "I can ask him for help, but there's no need."

"Sounds like a real jerk."

Jason frowned, he felt angry just hearing this description, the nameless anger spread from every part of the body, and rushed straight to the brain - it shouldn't be, he didn't know such a bastard, What do you feel so empathy for?

But a strange desire drove him to ask, "What happened between you and him?"

"Maybe he kicked me out of his trust list? But now he has a new assistant, and he doesn't need me."

more angry.

Jason closed his eyes patiently, so that the crazy gaze would not scare others. He has a special way of restraining himself, "But you will put yourself in danger."

Whoa... Dick was starting to wonder if he had heard it wrong.

...Jason?

Is he persuading himself not to fight alone?God, this guy didn't remember a word of what he had repeated a thousand or eight hundred times in the past, but now he is telling others the importance of teamwork in a serious way?

He wished he had heard Jason say that two years earlier.

The roles of the two of them seemed to be reversed, and Dick smiled: "There is an advantage in fighting alone. This mission belongs to me from the beginning to the end. I only need to be responsible for myself. I don't need to worry about letting anyone down, and I won't let you down." Who is disappointed."

Oh shit.

Jason's fingers slowly tightened his grip on the masonry, each of these words circled in his mind, then sank into his stomach, turned into flying butterflies, and finally turned into a suffocating emotion ——

Anger and sadness.

What Dick had narrated resonated strongly with him, and strangely, he didn't know what was going on, but something stuck in his throat.

Dick leaned over and clasped his hands suddenly. Jason was startled by the sudden applause.

"Hey! Don't think about that nonsense!"

Of course, Dick is not idle and just slaps and plays. The longer they spend together, the more Dick can see the shadow of the second-generation Robin in Jason. Jason's changes were so great that Dick couldn't believe it, but when they get along After a while, he instead saw something familiar in Jason.

They were so familiar, they knew each other before Jason knew how to hide himself, Dick had seen the worst and vulgar side of Jason, and Dick knew Jason's little habits even more clearly.

He could always see Jason's emotions clearly, he could see clearly in the past, and of course he can now, although for various reasons... Sometimes it was resentment towards Bruce, sometimes it was his own pride, he always chose to turn a blind eye.

Now he clearly felt that the shitty things about himself and Bruce had affected Jason.

Jason pursed his lips, and his mood gradually stabilized. His gaffe was exposed in front of others, which made him a little embarrassed.

But Dick jumped down as if nothing had happened: "Let's talk as we walk."

……

After listening to this, Jason stroked his fingers, "In other words, all the forces in Gotham are interfering with Brudhaven? It's just that Black Mask is trying to preemptively monopolize the city."

"I'm not sure," Dick replied, "but we can go and see their warehouse, everything from Gotham is very recognizable."

He slowly walked into the dozing people, observed for a while, and struck them lightning-fast, aiming at their necks, and knocked them hard and accurately, and those people fell down like wheat.

The warehouse was dark. Dick took out a night vision goggle from somewhere and handed it to Jason. Jason shook his head and pointed his eyes with his index finger, "I can see clearly."

!!!

Dick gasped for breath, he reached out and shook Jason's eyes, "Can you see me?"

Jason frowned, opened Dick's hand, and looked at him disapprovingly.

Dick was pretty sure, he could guarantee that Jason had been a normal human being in the past, a human being who would get hurt and couldn't see well at night.

"Have you experienced body modification?" He lowered his eyes and his voice was suppressed.

"?" Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, "What the hell are you thinking?"

He was quite allergic to this kind of pure, unadulterated concern. Dick's gaze made him uncomfortable. After clearing his throat, he focused on finding evidence. Row after row of shelves, each shelf is separated by small grids, and then sealed with plates, the things inside are not clearly visible from the outside.

detective mode.

It would be great if I could use that rich man's passive skill here, how much energy would this save?

The system thought so too. It took out the character card belonging to Dick and browsed it carefully.

System: [Too useless. 】

Jason: [What are you talking about? 】

The voice of the system is quite reluctant: [I also want to activate the detective mode, but my teammates are not good at it. 】

Dick has a lot of passive skills, but they all seem to be in some weird places...

[Cat Trainer Grayson]

The system stared at the passive skill for a long time, and some unbearable memories slowly emerged...

A little annoying.

When it was about to stuff Dick's character card into the deepest part, the character card jumped a bit with the desire to survive, and put another skill on top.

【Jim and Juan】

Ah this...

How to say?Should it be said that he is a magical boy?

It didn't know what to do for a while, the character card waited for a while, and found that he was not hidden by the snow, and his desire to survive was even higher - it deliberately highlighted the positions on the card that belonged to Jim and Juan.

No one will have a problem with Jim and Juan, and the system is not working, it was stunned for a moment.

System: [You are so flirtatious. 】

Dick's character card flashed.

**

Finding things is a dull and tedious thing. Jason and Dick searched the shelves separately, but they didn't find a single useful item.

"I suspect we won't be able to find it all in a week." Jason knocked on the iron box impatiently. "We need to find some equipment."

Dick pondered for a few seconds, maybe Tim could help a little: "Also?"

But he froze suddenly, looking back mechanically.

A black muzzle was pointing at them, and it was unknown how long it had been aiming.

A tiny clicking sound.

The light above Dick's head suddenly lit up, and gradually spread out from this center——

Grass.

This style is too Gotham, Dick rolled his eyes in his heart, only Gotham psychopaths like to engage in such a grandiose stance, and normal people take advantage of the darkness to aim and shoot.

He dodged to the left subconsciously, a bullet grazed his shoulder and embedded itself deeply in the wall, Dick lowered his body, took out the smoke/bomb from his belt, and carefully moved towards Jason.

Another shot went off.

"What are you doing?" Jason stared at Dick inexplicably.

Dick: "...?"

The gun in his hand was still smoking—

He was a little weak: "you killed him?"

"Otherwise?" Jason was even more confused, "Do you have any principles for not killing people?"

"...Theoretically." Dick pressed the corner of his mouth, he stood up, and looked in the previous direction. The bullet precisely penetrated the brow of that hapless guy. The corpse twisted and fell to the side, and the blood gradually diffused from the hole. out, wet the ground.

The system sighed, and pulled Dick's character card as if to vent his anger.

The accident also happened at this time. The box next to them suddenly opened neatly and automatically, and puffs of thick smoke came out of it. The smoke was disgusting green. Jason covered his mouth subconsciously. Nose, methodically put the filter on himself.

"What the hell?" He waved his hand, trying to clear his vision, and then looked into the box.

"Stop, stop..."

Dick's body was shaky and his vision was distracted. He took a few breaths, stretched out his hand, and grasped something in the void.

Jason was startled, he squatted down hastily, grabbed Dick's hand, and patted his face: "What's wrong with you!"

Dick didn't answer, his face was pale and terrible, "Go, go away—"

He coughed unconsciously.

"Fear." A muffled voice sounded, "What did you see?"

Jason ignored the voice. He found a universal antidote and injected it into Dick's vein.

Nothing works.

Dick's breathing became more and more short and violent, and his other hand was tightly grasping his throat, and it took Jason a lot of effort to break it open.

"It's useless, he'll die in his deepest fear—"

Jason fired a few shots at the source of the voice, but to no avail. The voice had been proclaiming the power of fear with an unreal tone.

Dick had already knelt down on the ground weakly, curled up into a ball.

If this goes on, he will kill himself.

Jason glanced at the exit of the warehouse. The huge size of the place and the unknown enemies in the smoke made it impossible for him to estimate the time it would take to reach the exit.

He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and removed the filter from his face.

Jason's face was extremely ugly, but he put the filter on Dick's face without any hesitation, and suppressed Dick with one hand. The big blue bird was weak enough, so weak that he barely had the strength to struggle.

"breathe."

He tried to keep his voice calm.

System: [Protect him well, these poisonous gases will not affect you in any way. 】

It released its only skill over and over again: 【Make him happy. 】

This useless skill is like a small umbrella, separating Jason from the horrors of the outside world.

Dick was in a terrible situation now, and when he saw the yellow-green gas, he felt a thud in his heart. There was nothing wrong with this kind of scene, it belonged to Batman's old opponent, the Scarecrow.

He looked at Jason eagerly. The effect of the poison gas was to see what he feared the most. He was worried that Jason, who was killed by the clown, would recall his own death.

But before he could open his mouth, scene after scene of images that had been suppressed in the depths of his memory began to slowly rise up, and the messy memory fragments almost burst his head.

The fear gas had an unexpected effect on him.

My young self knelt before the dead bodies of his parents.

Unable to grasp the hand.

Children and women who died before their own eyes.

Ah Fu's mean expression, Bruce's disappointed voice...

Bloody uniform.

Those screaming laughs drilled into his head like a drill, and he reached out in vain to grab something, but found nothing.

No... It seemed that something warm was approaching him. Dick used all his strength to hold on to that thing, as if he would lose it if he let go.

"Breathe." He heard someone whispering something next to his ear.

"Don't move." Jason shoved his finger into Dick's mouth without hesitation. He had to make sure Dick didn't suffocate himself due to convulsions, or bite off his tongue due to nervousness.

Blood flowed down Dick's lips drop by drop.

"Cough..." Dick closed his glasses, his consciousness gradually came back, and he realized that he was almost drenched.

The smell of rust.

Fishy and salty taste.

Dick opened his eyes sharply, and found himself biting Jason's finger tightly, and the blood was flowing from the wound.

And his hand tightly gripped Jason's wrist.

Dick let go of his hand almost in a panic, and when he let go, Jason's hand dropped unnaturally.

"Are you awake?" Jason withdrew his hand nonchalantly, his face calm.

"I..." Dick pressed his lips tightly, not knowing what to say.

"I seem to be immune to this poisonous gas." Jason stretched his wrist, "Maybe it's because I have no memory of the past, so I have nothing to fear."

Dick looked into Jason's green eyes and stood up slowly.

"I'm going to make that bloody scarecrow pay."

"It's impossible—" The Scarecrow was shocked, he didn't understand why such two people could be immune to his own poisonous gas.

His poison gas rarely misses, even Batman has been hit by it, this thing has only one weakness, and that is willpower, as long as a person can overcome fear through willpower, then the poison gas can no longer affect him.

And these two seemingly ordinary guys are also immune to poisonous gas?

He waved his hand, no longer holding the cat-and-mouse mentality, and directly asked his men to shoot Dick and Jason.

Dick supported the shelf with his hands, his legs were incredibly flexible, and he easily touched the ground, like a light bird, breaking away from the encirclement of fire in an instant.

The bullets hit music symbolizing death around him, but they couldn't touch the corner of his clothes.

Dick didn't hold back his hand, like a shadow, he touched the enemy's back in the blink of an eye, and hit the enemy's arm joint with the gun heavily!

The screams came one after another.

System: [Oh, sorry. 】

Jason could only shoot with one hand, which reduced his efficiency a lot, but basically he shot one at a time.

Jason: [What's wrong? 】

System: [...The scarecrow is a bit miserable. 】

System: [Minefield Bong Disco!Klein first! 】

What it said is correct, Dick lost his usual gentle smile, his eyes were cold, his enemy really wanted to be shot to death by Jason now, that kind of coldness would burst out of the air With sharp blades and fists, everyone was scared out of their wits——

Dick respects Bruce's no-kill principle and is willing to abide by it.

Those villains who have never seen the world sometimes wonder, Batman never kills, and even Gotham's vigilantes abide by this rule. They don't use guns, and they don't show the terrifying ability like Superman. What's so scary?

Batman doesn't kill people.

But he can break every bone in a criminal.

The same is true for Dick. When the enemy fell, he did not let them go, but aimed at the fragile sternum, jumped up and stepped on it, and the sound of bones breaking was clear and loud.

Brudhaven's somewhat famous criminals rarely angered Ye Yi, because they couldn't figure out the temper of this Gotham vigilante, and no one knew what would happen if they angered Ye Yi.

Dick's temper has become more and more gentle in recent years. The violent and terrifying Nightwing was almost forgotten, and some villains would even laugh at him.

"Nightwing can't even beat a scarecrow!"

Yes, the scarecrow's combat power can be regarded as a combat power calculation unit in Gotham, barely on par with the Riddler. Their horror lies in the endless tricks and terrorist gas. Fighting alone may not be ranked in Gotham. Batman One kick can knock them over.

Seeing that the situation is not going well, the Scarecrow has always been a Gotham villain's fine tradition of being able to bend and stretch. He picked up the suitcase on the ground and wanted to slip away.

Dick sneered, and fired the claw gun at him. The sharp iron claws hooked into the scarecrow's flesh, and led him back quickly.

Dick bent his knee hard, and with a click, the scarecrow covered his back and screamed.

He crawled a few steps forward in horror, and a boot appeared in front of his vision.

Dick stared at him condescendingly and ripped off his hood.

"...You are..." The scarecrow's face changed, and the past of being beaten by Batman and Robin into the ICU for nearly a year came before his eyes.

Dick kicked him on the mouth, removed his chin cleanly, smiled kindly, and lowered his voice: "Long time no see."

"Well……!!!"

**

When he saw the policeman, the Scarecrow almost rushed into the prison car. Dick breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me see your hand."

Jason: "...no need."

He really thinks that this is just a small injury, and there is no need to make a fuss at all. After running through the Lazarus Pool, his recovery ability far surpasses that of ordinary people, and cannot catch up with superhumans. A wound that can heal in a month, he can almost half in advance Months out.

Dick withdrew his hand and stood there quietly, his blue eyes staring at Jason without blinking.

Jason: "..."

Jason: "...Is this matter settled?"

Dick was still staring at him stubbornly.

Jason: "...Okay, let's go to the hospital together, you also need a physical examination."

Dick nodded. He hadn't recovered from the emotion just now, and he looked sluggish. He called a taxi in a very low voice and gave a list of addresses.

"This is not the address of the hospital." Jason raised an eyebrow