[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day
Chapter 39 My Cat
The wound on Damian's hand was bleeding, and the scarlet liquid fell drop by drop.
pat.
pat.
When a person loses a certain sense, other senses will become more sensitive unconsciously. In the chaos, Jason felt the bloody smell filling his nose getting stronger and stronger. This smell was inhaled into the lungs along the air, and then Flows all over the body.
He hated the smell very much, but couldn't avoid it.
Patience is over, and you must be patient at this time.
But this is too much!
Jason's brain desperately sent signals to his body to escape, but his body had its own thoughts, as if his whole body had been poured into cement, his whole body was stiff and unable to move, his limbs were tied with stones, and he couldn't even stand up.
——The source of this bloody smell... seems to be himself?
pat.
He felt an indescribable anger—what happened?Even if he bleeds to death, there should be a limit!But no matter how long he waited, the smell of blood followed him like a shadow.
I'm so annoying.
Jason moved his lips and murmured, "Stop..."
Stop quickly, even if it is to die again-death is not terrible, the real death is only a moment, the terrible thing is that you have to be awake and endure the torture before you die.
He really has had enough.
Damian froze, lowered his eyes, and looked at Jason carefully, trying to see something.
The doll's eyelashes trembled.
Damian hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand slowly and unskillfully, and patted Jason's head lightly: "Todd?"
Oh shit.
There is no end.
Jason's thoughts began to turn to a strange place, anger and madness overwhelmed fear and regained the high ground, from the initial panic of life flowing with blood, to the idea of beating the person who made himself bleed to death in place.
Just do it.
As soon as this idea came out, Jason found that he had regained control of his body. The next second, he clenched his fist and moved his elbow without hesitation——he punched the thing in front of him viciously.
Damian didn't expect Jason to make a sudden move at all. His movements were so fast and abrupt that Damian didn't react at all.
Damian was totally defenseless towards Jason. When he domesticated Jason as a tool in the past, he had tested Jason's defensive instincts many times, but maybe the little master of the League of Assassins was too familiar with the aura. Sometimes Jason has been irritated, but he still doesn't make any moves of resistance.
Damian became more and more confident.
In a sense, Jason successfully invaded Damian's safe distance in a way that he didn't realize, and carved out his own territory on that sensitive site.
Damian was hit in the ribs by a punch. The huge impact forced him to bend down, and he took a step back with his right foot. The thought of being attacked quickly passed through the brain along the nerves, and the instinct developed in day-to-day training instantly Being mobilized, his dark green pupils suddenly contracted, and the bright Hidden Blade slipped into his palm, aiming at Jason's throat reflexively!
A small wound appeared on Jason's neck.
The blood slowly oozed out.
As soon as Jason regained consciousness, he was stimulated by the murderous aura and entered a state of stress for an instant. He leaned back suddenly and supported the ground with his hands, taking advantage of the momentum to stand up.
After ensuring his own safety, he had the mind to observe the things in front of him.
"Damian?" Jason's voice revealed surprise.
Damian still maintained the posture where he could stab a sharp knife into Jason's neck at any time. When there was no one in front of him, this standard and extremely intimidating posture seemed a little funny.
What new tricks is the devil cub doing?
Jason sighed: "What are you doing again?"
With a cold face, Damian let out a breath slowly, stood up straight and put the Hidden Blade back in his pocket, and looked at Jason with an unfriendly expression: "I should ask this question."
As he spoke, he touched his ribs and pressed them lightly. Jason's punch was quite powerful, and there may have been a slight bone fracture.
Damian: "Tsk."
Jason bent his knuckles and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. His hearing hadn't fully recovered yet, so he could only get close to Damian, and then leaned down: "What did you just say?"
Damian's eyelids twitched.
I should have stuck my sword in the idiot's neck if I knew it.
"Nothing." He replied sternly.
"Oh." Jason said dryly.
The system can't stand it anymore, it is always overly sensitive to other people's kindness, this kind of scene makes it feel uncomfortable all over, the most important thing is - the person who gives kindness is Damian.
The kindness offered by a mild and good man will be taken for granted, but the rare gentleness of a tyrant will be remembered for a lifetime.
System: [You hit him just now, and you didn't hold back at all. 】
Jason's eyes widened suddenly.
Damian had already taken two steps forward. Seeing that Jason hadn't followed, he turned his head and glared at him angrily: "What are you still doing there?"
Jason raised his head and looked up. He didn't know if the rich man Drake had been rescued. He was a little hesitant, thinking whether to go up and have a look. After all, an ordinary person was thrown so far, if the landing posture was wrong, It would probably take a long time to lie in the hospital...
"Hurry up." Damian frowned and ordered concisely.
"Oh."
Without even thinking about it, he reflexively took steps in Damian's direction.
**
"I'm sorry," Jason said uncomfortably.
Inside the luxurious plane of the League of Assassins, Jason awkwardly took a roll of bandages. Damian glanced at him and raised his arms very habitually.
Jason: […]
I just wanted to pass you the bandages.
Damian's tone was bad: "Are you waiting for me to bandage myself?"
Forget it, this is also impossible.
Jason lumbered over to Damian's side, wrapping around the wounded area, his fragility being seen - which made him extremely embarrassed.
"Ahem." He coughed twice on purpose, trying to find a topic, and it's best to ignore all the previous things.
Before he could speak, Damian narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What do you want to say?"
Jason: "..."
He moved quickly under his hands, bandaged it neatly, and tied a beautiful knot again. After finishing all this, he finally organized his words.
"I hate to say it, but I really didn't mean to..."
Damian let out a snort from his nasal cavity: "Okay, when you were a fool before, you have already done all the embarrassing things you can imagine."
Jason: [...? 】
The system sighed loudly.
Jason: [? ? ?What he said is true? 】
The system also really doesn't want to admit it: [... yes. 】
As a special property, Jason usually followed Damian, but what would a fool who could barely take care of himself and fight back do?Especially after finishing some work, he was always dirty and bloody, and rushed to Damian's room stupidly.
The system recalled the scene of Damian washing Jason's hair like rubbing a dog, and felt a little depressed.
Jason found a place to sit down embarrassingly.
This is Damian's private jet, which has a lot of space. When he travels, he always brings a lot of subordinates with him. Ann separated.
Jason felt even more embarrassed, and glanced at the screen erratically.
If he is still a fool, of course it doesn't matter, but the problem is that he is not now, he can almost feel the eyes of those assassins looking through the screen, listening to them with their ears open.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Jason: [!I left Tim there! 】
System: [Yes, you are going to lose your job. 】
Just when he was hesitant to answer or not, Damian said coldly: "Who is it?"
none of your business?
Jason gave him a weird look, and was a little confused by Damian's behavior of prying into his private life. Are the two of them familiar to this point?
But he still answered Damian's question: "Uh...my boss."
Damian raised one eyebrow subtly, with a strange expression, as if he had put a lot of effort into raising a cat, provided it with delicious food and drinks, and groomed it when he had time, but in the end it was not yet mature, and an outsider held a small fish I ran away after making fun of it.
your boss?Where is your boss?That idiot Drake?
The system is very headache: 【...There is a truth, I hope you can remember it! 】
Jason: [Don't speak in this tone, it sounds like going to a grave. 】
The system hehe said: [Trust me, you may really have to go to the grave. 】
It used an extremely serious and solemn tone: [Never, never let Damian and Tim appear in the same place at the same time. 】
There was a second half of this truth, but the system didn't say it - but the contradiction could be left to Dick and Bruce.
Jason thought for a while, and pressed the answer button for what little work ethic he had left.
Damian abruptly snatched Jason's phone——
Boom!
Damian threw this latest model, which had only been in hand for a few days and hadn't been warmed up, into the glass, and the metal collided with the glass, making a whine.
The call interface was still on, Damian snapped his fingers, and a dark assassin appeared from behind like a ghost, and took the cup away.
Jason pressed his temple: "Are you sick?"
Damian just gave him a respectful and indifferent look, then turned around without saying a word.
Annoying.
But he couldn't really argue with the devil bastard, Damian was an inexplicable person, he might just be sick now, Jason tried hard to convince himself in his heart.
Otherwise he really wanted to beat Damian up.
The system really can't stand it: [You try to change your mind. 】
The system couldn't explain it in one sentence: [Just, just don't treat yourself as an individual. 】
Jason: …
Too grassy.
**
The Mets were getting hurt right under their noses—which made Clark a little sad.
He rushed to his home very exhausted. This exhaustion mainly came from his heart. After rescuing all the victims, Tim took over the rest of the mopping-up work logically.
The attack was so abnormal that Bruce rushed to Tim to cooperate in tracking down the murderer as soon as he heard the news, but no matter how many remedies were done afterwards, the lost things would never come back.
Dejectedly, he inserted the key into the apartment door, but before he could turn it, the door opened by itself.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Clark stared at the man, his face suddenly wrinkled together: "Why are you here?"
pat.
pat.
When a person loses a certain sense, other senses will become more sensitive unconsciously. In the chaos, Jason felt the bloody smell filling his nose getting stronger and stronger. This smell was inhaled into the lungs along the air, and then Flows all over the body.
He hated the smell very much, but couldn't avoid it.
Patience is over, and you must be patient at this time.
But this is too much!
Jason's brain desperately sent signals to his body to escape, but his body had its own thoughts, as if his whole body had been poured into cement, his whole body was stiff and unable to move, his limbs were tied with stones, and he couldn't even stand up.
——The source of this bloody smell... seems to be himself?
pat.
He felt an indescribable anger—what happened?Even if he bleeds to death, there should be a limit!But no matter how long he waited, the smell of blood followed him like a shadow.
I'm so annoying.
Jason moved his lips and murmured, "Stop..."
Stop quickly, even if it is to die again-death is not terrible, the real death is only a moment, the terrible thing is that you have to be awake and endure the torture before you die.
He really has had enough.
Damian froze, lowered his eyes, and looked at Jason carefully, trying to see something.
The doll's eyelashes trembled.
Damian hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand slowly and unskillfully, and patted Jason's head lightly: "Todd?"
Oh shit.
There is no end.
Jason's thoughts began to turn to a strange place, anger and madness overwhelmed fear and regained the high ground, from the initial panic of life flowing with blood, to the idea of beating the person who made himself bleed to death in place.
Just do it.
As soon as this idea came out, Jason found that he had regained control of his body. The next second, he clenched his fist and moved his elbow without hesitation——he punched the thing in front of him viciously.
Damian didn't expect Jason to make a sudden move at all. His movements were so fast and abrupt that Damian didn't react at all.
Damian was totally defenseless towards Jason. When he domesticated Jason as a tool in the past, he had tested Jason's defensive instincts many times, but maybe the little master of the League of Assassins was too familiar with the aura. Sometimes Jason has been irritated, but he still doesn't make any moves of resistance.
Damian became more and more confident.
In a sense, Jason successfully invaded Damian's safe distance in a way that he didn't realize, and carved out his own territory on that sensitive site.
Damian was hit in the ribs by a punch. The huge impact forced him to bend down, and he took a step back with his right foot. The thought of being attacked quickly passed through the brain along the nerves, and the instinct developed in day-to-day training instantly Being mobilized, his dark green pupils suddenly contracted, and the bright Hidden Blade slipped into his palm, aiming at Jason's throat reflexively!
A small wound appeared on Jason's neck.
The blood slowly oozed out.
As soon as Jason regained consciousness, he was stimulated by the murderous aura and entered a state of stress for an instant. He leaned back suddenly and supported the ground with his hands, taking advantage of the momentum to stand up.
After ensuring his own safety, he had the mind to observe the things in front of him.
"Damian?" Jason's voice revealed surprise.
Damian still maintained the posture where he could stab a sharp knife into Jason's neck at any time. When there was no one in front of him, this standard and extremely intimidating posture seemed a little funny.
What new tricks is the devil cub doing?
Jason sighed: "What are you doing again?"
With a cold face, Damian let out a breath slowly, stood up straight and put the Hidden Blade back in his pocket, and looked at Jason with an unfriendly expression: "I should ask this question."
As he spoke, he touched his ribs and pressed them lightly. Jason's punch was quite powerful, and there may have been a slight bone fracture.
Damian: "Tsk."
Jason bent his knuckles and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. His hearing hadn't fully recovered yet, so he could only get close to Damian, and then leaned down: "What did you just say?"
Damian's eyelids twitched.
I should have stuck my sword in the idiot's neck if I knew it.
"Nothing." He replied sternly.
"Oh." Jason said dryly.
The system can't stand it anymore, it is always overly sensitive to other people's kindness, this kind of scene makes it feel uncomfortable all over, the most important thing is - the person who gives kindness is Damian.
The kindness offered by a mild and good man will be taken for granted, but the rare gentleness of a tyrant will be remembered for a lifetime.
System: [You hit him just now, and you didn't hold back at all. 】
Jason's eyes widened suddenly.
Damian had already taken two steps forward. Seeing that Jason hadn't followed, he turned his head and glared at him angrily: "What are you still doing there?"
Jason raised his head and looked up. He didn't know if the rich man Drake had been rescued. He was a little hesitant, thinking whether to go up and have a look. After all, an ordinary person was thrown so far, if the landing posture was wrong, It would probably take a long time to lie in the hospital...
"Hurry up." Damian frowned and ordered concisely.
"Oh."
Without even thinking about it, he reflexively took steps in Damian's direction.
**
"I'm sorry," Jason said uncomfortably.
Inside the luxurious plane of the League of Assassins, Jason awkwardly took a roll of bandages. Damian glanced at him and raised his arms very habitually.
Jason: […]
I just wanted to pass you the bandages.
Damian's tone was bad: "Are you waiting for me to bandage myself?"
Forget it, this is also impossible.
Jason lumbered over to Damian's side, wrapping around the wounded area, his fragility being seen - which made him extremely embarrassed.
"Ahem." He coughed twice on purpose, trying to find a topic, and it's best to ignore all the previous things.
Before he could speak, Damian narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What do you want to say?"
Jason: "..."
He moved quickly under his hands, bandaged it neatly, and tied a beautiful knot again. After finishing all this, he finally organized his words.
"I hate to say it, but I really didn't mean to..."
Damian let out a snort from his nasal cavity: "Okay, when you were a fool before, you have already done all the embarrassing things you can imagine."
Jason: [...? 】
The system sighed loudly.
Jason: [? ? ?What he said is true? 】
The system also really doesn't want to admit it: [... yes. 】
As a special property, Jason usually followed Damian, but what would a fool who could barely take care of himself and fight back do?Especially after finishing some work, he was always dirty and bloody, and rushed to Damian's room stupidly.
The system recalled the scene of Damian washing Jason's hair like rubbing a dog, and felt a little depressed.
Jason found a place to sit down embarrassingly.
This is Damian's private jet, which has a lot of space. When he travels, he always brings a lot of subordinates with him. Ann separated.
Jason felt even more embarrassed, and glanced at the screen erratically.
If he is still a fool, of course it doesn't matter, but the problem is that he is not now, he can almost feel the eyes of those assassins looking through the screen, listening to them with their ears open.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Jason: [!I left Tim there! 】
System: [Yes, you are going to lose your job. 】
Just when he was hesitant to answer or not, Damian said coldly: "Who is it?"
none of your business?
Jason gave him a weird look, and was a little confused by Damian's behavior of prying into his private life. Are the two of them familiar to this point?
But he still answered Damian's question: "Uh...my boss."
Damian raised one eyebrow subtly, with a strange expression, as if he had put a lot of effort into raising a cat, provided it with delicious food and drinks, and groomed it when he had time, but in the end it was not yet mature, and an outsider held a small fish I ran away after making fun of it.
your boss?Where is your boss?That idiot Drake?
The system is very headache: 【...There is a truth, I hope you can remember it! 】
Jason: [Don't speak in this tone, it sounds like going to a grave. 】
The system hehe said: [Trust me, you may really have to go to the grave. 】
It used an extremely serious and solemn tone: [Never, never let Damian and Tim appear in the same place at the same time. 】
There was a second half of this truth, but the system didn't say it - but the contradiction could be left to Dick and Bruce.
Jason thought for a while, and pressed the answer button for what little work ethic he had left.
Damian abruptly snatched Jason's phone——
Boom!
Damian threw this latest model, which had only been in hand for a few days and hadn't been warmed up, into the glass, and the metal collided with the glass, making a whine.
The call interface was still on, Damian snapped his fingers, and a dark assassin appeared from behind like a ghost, and took the cup away.
Jason pressed his temple: "Are you sick?"
Damian just gave him a respectful and indifferent look, then turned around without saying a word.
Annoying.
But he couldn't really argue with the devil bastard, Damian was an inexplicable person, he might just be sick now, Jason tried hard to convince himself in his heart.
Otherwise he really wanted to beat Damian up.
The system really can't stand it: [You try to change your mind. 】
The system couldn't explain it in one sentence: [Just, just don't treat yourself as an individual. 】
Jason: …
Too grassy.
**
The Mets were getting hurt right under their noses—which made Clark a little sad.
He rushed to his home very exhausted. This exhaustion mainly came from his heart. After rescuing all the victims, Tim took over the rest of the mopping-up work logically.
The attack was so abnormal that Bruce rushed to Tim to cooperate in tracking down the murderer as soon as he heard the news, but no matter how many remedies were done afterwards, the lost things would never come back.
Dejectedly, he inserted the key into the apartment door, but before he could turn it, the door opened by itself.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Clark stared at the man, his face suddenly wrinkled together: "Why are you here?"
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