[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

In a small dark corner, Peter looked helplessly at Jason typing on the keyboard.

Peter: "I thought you knew where it was."

Jason: "...I thought I knew too."

The reason why he fell here was the fault of the system, but he was also to blame. He knew this system was extremely unreliable early on, but he was blinded by friendship and believed in this guy.

system:"……"

It's all Bizarro's fault.

Obviously that big, gray man swears that he ran out from here.

Is there another place for that small dark grid?

Jason tapped the keyboard distractedly, the data flow on the screen fell like a waterfall, and the program box popped up and disappeared, smoothly like an art performance.

Peter: ...

Nice to see, but useless.

He waited for a while, and looked out: "Why don't we go and find it ourselves? I've been away for too long, and I'm worried that Mr. Stark will find me."

Jason closed the computer with a bang, and dragged Peter back with a wooden face: "Be quiet, I'm going to hang up."

Peter was a little curious: "Hacking?"

Jason: [System, use Tim's passive skills. 】

System: [Retrieving character card——]

System: [Card, card——]

This card has been stuck forever.

Jason: [...There is no end, can you use it a little more? 】

The system was furious: [It is restarting!You have to ask that rich guy why he has so many passive skills! 】

[Successfully retrieved. 】

[Character Card: Tim Drake]

Jason touched the system panel inexplicably: [Use the walking scanner skill. 】

System: [Used...Used? 】

Its voice suddenly turned a corner, unbelievable to the extreme: [——Can't be used? 】

Jason: [? 】

Damn, there is such a thing?

The system seemed to have seen a ghost, and the system panel trembled from excessive shock: [Look for yourself. 】

Jason slammed Tim's character card away.

Jason was taken aback: [Is he stupid? 】

Mr. Wayne on the card has completely lost his usual smart look. The black-haired young man buried his face in his hands, hunched his back, and sat mournfully in a corner. He looked like he had been ravaged/ravaged, and there were question marks one after another. Constantly falling from above him and hitting his head, the little red bird flinched aggrievedly, trying hard to turn itself into a ball.

Jason: [... What's going on? 】

Unbelievably, he activated his passive skill again.

[Passive Skill: Walking Scanner]

[Banned, brain down. 】

What's the matter with this rich guy, can't count on him at the critical moment?The air pressure in Jason's body was getting lower and lower, and his face was so dark that water dripped down.

Peter cautiously: "Have you hung it up?"

Under the pressure of Jason's eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller, "Just pretend I didn't ask."

Unable to cheat with Tim's passive skills, Jason could only go according to the original plan. He took out a small metal ball from his body and threw it into the corner. As soon as it touched the ground, a few pieces of metal popped out. Probe, secure yourself firmly.

Peter: "What is this?"

Jason pressed the watch button to switch to the radar screen: "Detector, use sound waves to test whether there are holes in the ground."

"It seems that there is indeed something underground." Jason took a few steps forward, "But how do we get down?"

Peter rubbed his chin, jumped up lightly, and leaned sideways against the wall to listen, just like a real spider. Jason wisely didn't make any noise that might disturb him.

"This?" He pointed at the wall uncertainly, "But I don't think this is an entrance in the conventional sense. We have to break through at least two meters of concrete."

"Can you break it open?"

"Ok?"

"I can blow up this wall with a bomb." Jason pointed outside, "but it may attract guards."

Peter nodded, and pressed on his chest. The nanosuit wrapped his whole body like water. The little spider clenched his fist casually, and slammed it against the wall with great force, not too much, not too much. A little bit smashed a hole the height of a person.

Jason: Spider-Man, that's great.

He longed for a Kryptonian even more.

**

lounge.

Tim doesn't want to explain anymore, how can a person who has done nothing prove his innocence?Plus there is an Iron Man who adds details from time to time——

Does persecuting me make you so happy?

He leaned on the sofa with blank eyes, wishing he could hang Dick on the gargoyle to dry all night, if he hadn't gone to Dick's apartment that night, if Dick hadn't given him the key...

No if.

He was mournful, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Superman who was still chattering.

Is this Kryptonian going to end... wait, Kryptonian?

The little red bird shuddered and sat up straight from the sofa. He almost forgot that Jason came with him this time to copy Luthor's experiment records and create Kryptonians!

And they've been here for so long because of some shitty shit.

"Clark." Tim raised his voice, "If you continue to waste time, you will really be a father."

Clark choked inwardly, "What's going on?"

Tim felt a rush of revenge inappropriately, and the little red bird who was slandered and killed simply didn't hide it. Anyway, everyone present knew to keep Batman a secret. He stared at Clark and dragged out his tone: " Although you heard I wanted to make a Kryptonian, I was on the phone at the time."

"Do you want to know who I'm talking to?" Tim slips into the tone he hates the most, and it's downright Damian.

"Jason." He announced joyfully and solemnly.

Clark: "!"

What the hell is going on with you bat cubs?Are Kryptonians that fragrant?

Clark refused to think about the possibility that the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. He turned on the X-sight and tried to find Jason directly, but every inch of the Lex building was covered with lead, and he couldn't see anything.

It's normal, Clark comforted himself, after all, this is the Lex Building, but when he found that he couldn't hear anything, a chill of horror crawled along his heels to the little curly hair.

There is only one possibility—a shielding device for super hearing, something that only a laboratory will be equipped with.

Clark: "I'll go and see."

Tim sighed, grabbed the big blue guy, pulled out a bugging device like magic, put it between his fingers, and shook it at him, "No need, Jason probably hasn't noticed the little one I just installed. Toy."

"Oh." Clark sat back very naturally, "That's really great."

Tony stared blankly.

bug?

Does anyone feel that something is wrong?hello?The Mr. Superman who symbolizes all human virtues?He just added a layer of parental monitoring mode to Peter's battle suit, and was taught the importance of personal privacy by the old Popsicle for a long time——

Superman, something is wrong with you.

Are you a bit too proficient?

"The monitors are here." Tim was a little surprised. He didn't expect the things installed this time to survive for so long. "Let me see where they are."

Tony lent his wristband out of friendship, and a virtual screen was projected in mid-air.

On the screen, a red shadow flashed past.

Tony: "!!!"

He stood up straight away, and with a wave of his hand, the virtual light screen directly turned into a holographic projection, and everything around Jason was projected in equal proportions in this lounge.

That's right.

peter parker.

Tony stared at the red shadow with a dark face, the bat cubs want to create Kryptonians, what are you messing with?

"...I'm currently doing an internship at Stark Industries, and May always tells everyone I know about it, because Stark Industries only gets students with the best grades, and they usually don't accept minors..."

After Jason confirmed that there was no camera in this passage, Peter didn't stop talking. He had been holding back some annoyances for a long time. As a superhero, he would always encounter some embarrassing things.

Tony pursed his lips and continued to listen to Peter.

"...Speaking of which, Mr. Stark seems to be a bit busy. Recently, he has made fewer headlines." Peter changed the subject.

"Is there?" Jason was a little surprised: "You still pay attention to these?"

"He's a celebrity, the whole school is talking about him."

"Uh..." Jason thought for a while, "Do you think he's starting to cultivate himself?"

With a stiff face, Tony watched as the conversation between Jason and Peter slipped into an unfathomable place.

"Cultivate health?" Tim looked at Tony from head to toe with a strange look, "Is your body okay?"

Tony:  …

He pretended not to hear, and turned his body expressionlessly.

"It might be fake." Jason said dryly, "Maybe he suddenly discovered that his orientation is not pure."

Peter: "!"

Hasn't Mr. Stark always been a gorgeous blonde?

Tony tried his best to make himself look nonchalant, but the muscles in his whole body still became stiff little by little, and the two gazes behind him almost made him feel substantial heat...

"Superman!" He patted the corner of his clothes, where a small hole had just been baked by Clark's heat.

Clark waved his hands in a panic, "Sorry, I was too excited."

"I don't think it's any use listening to it any longer." Tony tried to turn off the hologram. "Friday."

Friday was silent.

"Friday?"

"I locked this image, and anyone who tries to cross my authority will be attacked." Tim narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why don't you listen to it? It won't affect anything for a while."

He shrugged. "Important, I'd love to hear it."

You're screwed, Tony Stark.

Let's all sink together.

Clark folded his hands and sat on the side deeply, looking like a god on earth, but Tim, who was familiar with him, knew that this Kryptonian must be distracted.

The mind-wandering of writers.

Tim gave Tony a sympathetic look, then turned his voice up a bit.

Jason didn't know that there were so many people watching him, and he didn't mean to slander Tony, it was just a prank - Peter's reaction was so funny, and he wasn't lying, Iron Man's reaction at that time was really weird Enough.

"I did a session of psychotherapy once."

Jason licked his lips and organized his words: "That psychiatrist has some problems, so I played him. In the process, Stark..."

Peter held his breath, pricked up his ears, and opened his big eyes on the hood to the maximum—

Jason said in an unspeakable tone: "He seems to have a little strange idea of ​​my father."