[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

When Superman's hand covered his eyes, Jason froze completely. He could barely respond instinctively before, but now he is as helpless as a deer in Shekou, every muscle is spasming .

His lips lost all color and trembled uncontrollably because of extreme fear.

He felt the pain.

In Jason's sight, the color of Superman's red cloak became darker and darker, gradually turning into the color he was most familiar with, a gloomy and depressing red.

A kind of fine and dense pain diffused along the bone seam, and gradually spread to the whole body. This pain could not be avoided or avoided, and the pain made him want to cry out.

—but he couldn't even utter the faintest whimper.

Excited and sharp laughter and screams mixed together, filling his brain, stirring like a sharp knife.

System: [Calm down!Superman won't hurt you! 】

System: [Those are not true! 】

The speed of the descent seemed to be infinitely slow, and the smell of the sun, which originally smelled reassuring, now smelled a disgusting smell of rust, which was no different from poison. He had no idea where this feeling came from. I don't even know why I'm so scared.

Jason's eyelashes trembled, covering his lifeless, inorganic green eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a faint and distant voice in a trance.

"—let him go!"

This voice also carries the immature feeling unique to children, hiding a little anxiety that is not easy to detect.

"—Leave the next thing to me, to save your people."

He felt that his hand was covered with a cold feeling unique to leather products, and a huge force followed his hand and yanked it.

Jason staggered forward a few steps and was about to fall to the ground uncontrollably.

A body that is not too tall but strong enough blocks him.

He raised his head slowly and mechanically, and bumped straight into a pair of dark green eyes, a fire was burning inside.

Damian gripped Jason's wrist even harder, with such strength that bruises could be seen as soon as his fingers moved away.

"Stop your wild thinking!" The little master of the Assassin's League snapped.

Jason's mind was in a mess, he was staring blankly at Damian's face without thinking, Superman really freaked him out.

It's not because Superman will hurt him, but because the existence of Superman itself represents danger and uncontrollability, and represents irresistible authority.

He couldn't ensure that he was in a safe environment—this was the most helpless and desperate thing for Jason. He could escape the pursuit of Iron Man and Spiderman, and he could face the SHIELD Hydra with his whole body. , and can also fight Ye Yi.

That's because his subconscious mind knows that those people have weaknesses and can be overcome, and he can deal with such controllable dangers with ease.

But Superman is invincible. Superman in the subconscious represents absolute power and strength, just like humans treat ants. If Superman wants to take his life away on a whim, he will die without even blinking.

And he seemed to have experienced this kind of helpless scene in the past - he couldn't move and couldn't control it, and the scythe of death hung high in his throat all the time.

Those broken and vague memories began to flash back, not very clear but enough to make people feel immersive.

Damian clenched his fist and struck Jason's chin hard—but his fist stopped abruptly only a centimeter away from Jason's skin.

The explosion may cause hidden injuries, and Damian cannot guarantee that his actions will not cause secondary injuries to him.

"Can you hear me?" Damian's voice rose a little more.

Jason still didn't respond. He was completely immersed in the broken memory, and his newly recovered weak hearing could only capture a few sounds.

With a sullen face, Damian adjusted Jason's posture so that he could lean against him firmly, then took off his gloves, and with a shake of his arm, a hidden blade with a cold light slid out.

He cut his hand without hesitation.

The little prince of the League of Assassins hung his hand above Jason, watching the scarlet liquid hit his pale face drop by drop.

Damian's voice was extremely quiet.

"Todd, come back to me."

**

It was not an accident that Damian came to the metropolis. He accidentally discovered that Jason had become Tim's subordinate—his property had gone to the enemy. monopoly.

His distaste for Tim intensified.

But Batman's authority prevented him from killing Tim, so this time he came here just to take Jason away.

"It's my property after all," he said to himself.

When the disaster happened, he just found their location through the locator buried in Jason's body, but before he could close the door, he saw a flash of fire not far away, and pieces of the building fell straight down.

Awful.

But the worst was yet to come. He watched Jason throw Tim to a safe place, but he fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

He was so angry that he almost wanted to send Jason back to the League of Assassins.

This is my property, it belongs to me completely, and no one is qualified to harm it—your life, your life, everything about you should belong to me.

But all the anger dissipated with a bang when he saw Jason in Superman's arms.

He looks so pathetic.

The sand and stones raised by the explosion made him dirty, the damage on his body kept bleeding out, his face was frozen pale, and the beautiful eyes that always seemed to be careless also lost all their luster. The lips that are always smiling are slightly opened, like a big cat that is always lazy and showing off its might, suddenly its fur is wet and it is thrown into the ice cave again.

He became the same as he had just crawled out of Lazarus's pool, and became a lifeless doll again.

——Thalia warned herself in advance that the worst possibility had happened.

He remembered the conversation he had with Thalia long ago.

Thalia: "I was very surprised by the resurrection of this little bird. He is not as crazy as I thought."

At that time, I sneered: "Crazy? He is so stupid."

Jason stood behind him with an indifferent expression on his face. He didn't respond to their conversation, but when Damian reached out to him, he put his hand on Damian's hand obediently.

Thalia also smiled: "I should have unleashed a demon."

She paused: "Damian, don't underestimate the aftereffects of the Lazarus pool. Your grandfather is the best result after soaking in this pool."

The past self replied nonchalantly: "Yes, Todd's resurrection has sequelae, he lost his brain."

Thalia shook her head: "Maybe it's not a side effect of the Lazarus Pool—the water in the pool can only make people crazy and release their evil side. If I'm right, his state is the body's self-protection. Autistic behavior caused by trauma to the brain."

Thalia left the last sentence before leaving: "Don't forget, he died once after all."

Although Jason did not have any sanity, this did not affect Damian's satisfaction with Jason in the slightest. He would eat when he was hungry, and cover himself with a quilt when he was cold.

The second-generation Robin trained by Batman is Damian's most convenient tool. With only muscle memory, he can defeat a group of well-trained assassins.

He can easily break the neck of the enemy, but he obeys his own words.

Stupid yet loyal—Damian once attacked Jason tentatively, but found that he had no intention of fighting back.

Tools need regular maintenance and inevitable wear and tear. Damian, who grew up in the League of Assassins, has almost no such thing as emotion. In his opinion, Jason is not as interesting as his own animals, so he put Jason was thrown into various dangerous tasks, but beyond his expectations, Jason survived every time and killed all the enemies.

Jason has evolved from a tool to a fairly easy-to-use tool.

If it weren't for the relationship between the second-generation Robin and Batman, Damian wouldn't even bother to cast a glance at Jason. Those walking dead in League of Assassins don't make any difference.

Just when Damian was about to completely lose interest in Jason, he received a communication from Talia.

Jason woke up.

Damian almost couldn't wait to go to New York, and broke into Jason's house as soon as he got off the plane.

With just one glance, Damian knew——

He went from a tool to a person, from a puppet to Jason Todd.

Dolls have souls.

The inorganic dark green eyes ignited with anger, hiding madness and depression, the shocking vitality and wildness inside made it difficult to look away, but it was cold and frightening.

He is no longer always dirty and bloody being recycled, he starts to think, the temperament cultivated by Gotham and grown up in the darkest crime alley gradually precipitates into the unique charm of Jason Todd.

The beautiful and strong man seems to have misunderstood their relationship and began to regard himself as a family. Damian felt a little novel and overwhelmed by this.

He's still as obedient as ever, but there's always a difference.

Damian is uncontrollably curious about Jason.

He began to pay attention to Jason, began to pay attention to his life, and began to understand this familiar stranger——Jason likes to read, likes to say hello to furniture, and the side effects of Lazarus Pool were suppressed by his will alone down.

This terrifying willpower and vitality made Damian look sideways.

He firmly believes that Jason Todd will not be overwhelmed by the memory of the past.