[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Silence, silence is the main theme tonight.

It was not difficult for Tim to find where Jason and Peter were, and the three of them were not in a hurry. The metal gate shown on the screen seemed strong enough.

When Clark saw the door, he felt like he had eaten a fly: "I remember that door, and I thought it was lost—it turned out to be Luthor, why did he come to the Fortress of Solitude to snatch a door from me?"

Tony: "That's not the point, the point is that the door is strong?"

Clark: "Put on your most outrageous battle suit, and use the strongest firepower output for a month to dig a hole?"

Tony:  …

Anyway, it was strong. Although Tony felt choked up, he put his heart back in his stomach.

Now it's a catch in a jar, a one-way passage, where else can these two cubs go?

He leisurely watched Jason and Peter busy around, thinking that when Peter was caught, he would have to give him a good lesson, so that he would understand what it means to be in awe of life——

Until he heard Bat Cub's bat-like confidence: "You wait, I'm going to hang up."

Tony: "?"

And then the Batmobile, with the vigor of smashing everything, ping-pong and knocks everyone's sanity to pieces.

Tim was the first to throw away the device in his hand, and looked at the screen in disbelief, as if he could see a flower from it——

Clark looked at Tim in despair, with his last hope: "Is it true?"

Tim: "It's really a Batmobile, and I put that tire on myself."

Clark's little curly hair trembled and raised high.

Tony:  …

Tony: "So, can anyone tell me what happened? Anyone familiar with Batman tell me? What's your hanger?"

Is magic omnipotent?

Damn it, where is magic? It's not like he hasn't seen a mage before. This is simply cheating and not following the basic law. As for your bat family, where did that car come from?

Then the mood was ruined by a photo session with Spider-Man's Batmobile.

Tony: ...doesn't my armor smell good?

Then came Batman's language exhibition show.

With a blank face, Tony pointed at the screen: "You put voices on the Batmobile...? What's the use of this thing? Are you yelling at the enemy not to blow it up during the battle?"

Tim: ...

Tony looked at Clark: "Also, won't Master Wayne talk so much at night?"

Tim: ...

He sighed in shame, and buried his face in his hands again, obviously he was not there, but he was already suffocated.

Tony pulled him up roughly, and stuffed the device back into the little red bird's hand, "Hurry up, we have to hurry over, things like the Batmobile are very evil."

Clark is very confident: "It's okay, I have done experiments before, and the Batmobile can't blow up—"

The rest of his sentence was stuffed back into his stomach.

Tony:  …

Oh shit.

Can this group of people have a reliable point, does this Kryptonian really don't want to be a father?Why do I think he is very happy?

Clark was a little embarrassed: "...I completely forgot, the highest authority has been given for too long."

Tony: ...it's unbearable.

Is that the point?No, is that reasonable?

Tim groans/groans.

Tony glanced at him, with an unbelievable tone, as if seeing a ghost: "Is this how your Wayne family makes friends?"

After speaking, he fell silent.

It turned out that I had no friends.

**

If anyone interviews Peter.

Now it is exciting, very exciting, but also a little regretful.

Who knew you could be turned into a broccoli while riding the Batmobile?

If it wasn't for the spider serum that strengthened his body, he would probably have vomited it out in embarrassment by now. He should have known it a long time ago. After knowing Jason for so long, he should have known that his little friend is an all-round wild man people.

——Really wild.

He can be tough with a gun if he doesn't agree with him, and he has beaten the gangsters in New York all by himself.

So why did I get in his car?

In the darkness, he felt that his body was thrown out by the inertia, and he was tightly buckled on the chair by the seat belt, like a ham in a burrito. He even heard the unique hiss of the tire rubbing against the ground. Hissing, the more you stand up, the more you doubt life.

Before entering, it was clearly an ordinary corridor.

But now why do I feel like I'm in Qiu Mingshan?

- Puchi.

Accompanied by a burst of white gas, he saw his little friend with a surprised expression, as if he was watching a performance art performance: "What are you still doing here?"

Peter's eyes could not be opened due to the too strong light. When he heard Jason's words, his anger rushed from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head: "You—"

"what."

He felt the shock again.

After Jason pulled Peter out of the Batmobile, he began to study the laboratory—

It can't be called a laboratory either. This space is terrifyingly large, with all kinds of petri dishes, metal cans, and weird things neatly lined up on the wall. A machine that he has never seen before runs quietly. Then, white cold light sprinkled on these things, reflecting a strange aura.

Peter: "Wow."

This is simply heaven for all sci-fi lovers.

He looked back at Jason: "Are we going to find Doomsday in here?"

Jason:  …

And Doomsday.

He nodded, stretched out his hand, and stroked his index finger from one end to the other: "Where do you think Doomsday is?"

Peter: ...

This topic is beyond the outline.

He took a few steps forward in awe, and began to observe the contents of the metal can, but found that it was a strange-looking fish. The little spider looked at a few more cans, then turned around and said weakly: "Well, I don't know. Know."

Jason: "I don't know either."

Peter: "?"

Then why do you act like you have taken the script, don't you have to find it?

Jason: "The two of us are separated, and we can find contact anytime."

As he spoke, he took out a communicator from his body and threw it at Peter.

As soon as the little spider caught it, he nodded without doubt, shot out the spider silk and hung himself upside down on the ceiling, and began to observe, amazed for a while, and looked at the mobile phone for a while, making a fuss endlessly.

Jason successfully dismissed Peter and was about to get down to business. He poked the system that had been pretending to be dead since he came in: "System, do you know now?"

System: ...don't cue me, I didn't know that Bizarro was so unreliable.

It bit the bullet and said with difficulty: "You have to find a bigger jar, not too big, it should be fully sealed."

Jason:  …

There are hundreds of them here that meet this condition.

But he had no choice but to take out the sensor, but found that almost everything in this place contained lead, and X-rays could not pass through it.

Jason: ...annoyed.

He thought for a while, and connected a small device to Lex's computer, wanting to see if there would be any experimental records of creating Kryptonians in the database. Taking advantage of this time, he went to check those cans again.

He flipped through the pages and found the huge strange machine. He felt that the Kryptonians were more likely to be in this kind of place. After all, this thing didn't look like the earth at first glance. Jason raised his eyes and looked——

He froze.

"Are you looking for something?"

A blond man in a white coat was lying on the protective fence of the machine with great interest, looking down condescendingly, his blue eyes were full of hypocritical smiles.

Jason: "..."

Lex Luthor.

He touched his thigh subconsciously, and Lex clapped his hands, "Wait, we can have a good communication, or I should go to the window and call that when you smash my wall—— "

"God on earth?" There was subtle disgust in his tone.

He shyly walked down the steps, swaying, speaking fast: "Batmobile? Oh... what method did you use to get the Batmobile? Technology? Magic? Judging by your reaction, it's not technology, but this This kind of teleportation doesn't fit the basic principles of magic."

Jason's pupils constricted violently. He obviously wore a domino mask and a metal mask covering the lower half of his face, but in front of Lex, he felt that he had nothing to hide, and he felt a sense of fear of being seen through.

Lex smiled, and his smile also carried a kind of sarcasm unique to smart people: "It seems that our little bird has some unknown secrets, let me guess the purpose of your coming here after taking so much effort ...I don't think this rubbish is what you want."

"Kryptonians?" he asked abruptly.

"I was right." Lex snapped his fingers without Jason making any response.

"Why do you need Kryptonians?" Lex bent his eyes interestedly, "A purpose that requires the use of powerful power, but can't use other means... Oh, lazy boy, you can use weapons to solve it, but you want to take a shortcut .”

"Shut up." Jason raised his hand abruptly, and a miniature pistol/gun slipped out of his cuff, "Tell me your purpose."

The Batmobile also came in through the gate like a ghost, and Jason said in a cold tone, "Or I'll crush your head with a tire."

Lex narrowed his eyes, his demeanor suddenly changed, looking extremely dangerous.

Seeing the Batmobile, Peter swung over with a spider thread: "Have you found the place..."

"Hey, if you're looking for Doomsday, I haven't built this thing yet." Lex smiled and waved at him, "Have you finished your summer internship? If not, I can help you in the Lex Group Get a seat."

Peter was taken aback.

"Oh, don't worry," Lex said. "You vigilantes have never been a secret to me."

After speaking, he put Peter aside and turned his gaze back to Jason's face.

"You won't." Lex said firmly, "You still need a Kryptonian."

He shrugged and spread his hands: "As long as you give me a reasonable reason, I can give you a Kryptonian."

Lex Luthor is a very dramatic person, it is difficult to describe him in terms of good or evil. If he had to give a definition, chaos should be the most suitable word for him. The real setbacks in his life are probably Superman uses his own existence to tell Lex that he is not a god.

So Lex took out most of the time, never tired of Superman's troubles.

Jason: "You're kidding."

Lex raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."

He snapped his fingers again—the lights dimmed rhythmically, the walls began to deform, and one transparent container after another was placed out.

Under the faint blue light.

Jason could clearly see the contents of the container—they looked exactly like Superman.

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