[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason:  …

system:……

Did this little bastard think he was hitting on a beach in California?

In such a dangerous situation, Tim could still caress to stroke his hair, then wink at Jason, and he invited again: "Get in the car?"

Seeing that the attack was about to fall again, Jason had no time to think about it, and ignored the fact that the Batmobile only had one seat. He narrowly escaped the clone's fist, leaned on the side of the car, flipped over, and fell into it.

Warm touch.

Jason:  …

Oh shit.

Why can't the driver's seat be bigger?

Two big men, both weighing nearly two hundred pounds, with their legs flesh-to-leg, is that plausible?

Jason licked his lips and moved his body with difficulty, trying to stay away from Tim.

The little red bird was very calm, not at all embarrassed, he gave Jason a light sweep, and whistled again, which sounded damn light.

Tim said lightly: "Sit down, I'm going to drive."

He kicked the gas pedal and stepped on it heavily, the Batmobile made a faint roar, like a black ghost, it rushed out silently——

Sit tight ass.

Jason cursed in his heart, he didn't have a seat, and he didn't have a seat belt. When the Batmobile moved like this, the huge inertia carried him, and he fell headfirst on Tim.

Tim was in a good mood, and he opened his mouth to say, "There are thousands of roads, and safety comes first. Please fasten your seat belt."

Jason held onto his thigh and propped himself up with a stinky face, "You fucking—"

"Don't move around." Tim rubbed Jason's hair like a cat: "You'd better keep this position."

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Jason's heart.

Tim used an understatement: "There are a lot of stupid things, and there is no way ahead."

As he said that, he put his hand on the back of Jason's head slightly, and pressed down——

Jason: ...Shit.

He was forced to hang on Tim in an extremely strange posture. Two people were forced to fill the place where one person was originally, and the driver's seat was surrounded by buttons and joysticks, which could not be touched at all——

His right knee was caught between Tim's legs, and a gun was loosely held in his left hand. In order not to interfere with Tim's line of sight, he could only shrink back with difficulty, resting his head on the bone of Tim's neck, The car body swayed, and the fragile forehead hit the collarbone.

Jason:  …

Jason: "Put your legs back, at least give me a place to support."

Tim: "It's too crowded."

Tim's tone became more and more doggy: "Go down, I don't like this position."

Jason:  …

What the hell is wrong with you?

Tim drove the car straight to the end, and there was a dead end ahead.

Jason: "Can you drive a car?"

Tim: "Of course, wait, I'll show you a big baby."

Jason turned his head with difficulty, watching Tim operate on the dashboard, and his slender, white fingers almost danced away.

- cluck.

Jason felt the Batmobile tremble slightly.

Tim didn't know what to press, the steel giant began to deform, the tires were slowly retracted, the scales were reassembled, and in the blink of an eye, the Batmobile became a Batplane, with hot flames jetting out from the tail, and the airflow during takeoff There was a gust of wind, the door of the laboratory cabinet was lifted, white paper rushed into the air, and began to circle around the pure black bat plane.

Peter: "...he cheated!"

With a shocked expression on his face, he shot spider silk at the bat plane, wanting to hitch a ride. The little spider grabbed the bottom of the plane and gradually crawled towards the wing. As he crawled, his whole body froze.

He scratched the side of the fuselage in embarrassment, his red head hit the plane glass, and his big white eyes stared wide open.

what did i see?

Ah this...

Jason still maintained that delicate posture, staring at the little spider expressionlessly, almost suffocating in his heart.

After coming over for a while, with a cold face, he turned his head to another direction, and gave the little spider a head back.

Peter: ...

What the hell are you doing!

With an inexplicable rage, he kicked a clone flying.

Why should I turn into broccoli in the backseat?You just, just...

Excessive.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to blame his little friend or Mr. Wayne. Anyway, he was confused by this rather adult atmosphere. Driven by this emotion, his fighting power soared.

Tim finally let go of his arm. After Jason was free, he dodged to the side as soon as he was free, and his heart almost collapsed.

The reputation was killed.

The pressure of being attacked in the sky is much less all of a sudden, Tim just needs to turn on the battle mode and keep knocking the clones into the air.

Jason reluctantly changed to a posture that he felt was less rude.

Jason: "You have to explain it to Dick."

Tim: "Explain what? No need to explain, he's fine."

Jason: ...?What bullshit are you talking about?

The corners of the little red bird's beak were slightly raised, and the pretty face was full of Wayne's flirtatious look, "He will get used to it."

Jason: "..."

Damn, is this Wayne?

Tim glanced at Jason, feeling a little funny. The black-haired youth always had a face of ice cubes, but the intense emotion in the green eyes was almost overflowing. This contrast... I really want to tease him.

Tim: "My wording is a little imprecise, Dick is used to it."

With a tone and eyes suitable for midnight, he looked Jason from head to toe: "If it was you, he would be very happy, after all, he likes you very much."

Jason: "!"

Tim: Dick Grayson, let's get this fucked up.

The little red bird thought sadly, her heart was peaceful and calm.

I am no longer a human being.

It feels so good to be a Wayne.

He suddenly understood why Bruce always behaved so inconspicuously to the outside world, and it was only a small part of the reason why he pretended to have a very contrasting personality.

More because it's really cool to do, and it's such a joy to be a billionaire jerk.

Tim was as happy as if he had eaten a tub of ice cream on a hot day. He looked at Jason, who was blown up all over, with satisfaction, and blinked his left eye.

Tim: "Together?"

Jason: "!"

It's okay, don't drag me into your strange relationship, he deliberately coughed twice, cleared his throat, and asked the question he hadn't had time to ask.

Jason: "It's good for you to be happy, but why do you drive the Batmobile?"

Tim took it for granted: "Because I'm the last Wayne?"

Tim: "Everyone knows that Wayne is the biggest benefactor of the Justice League, and Batman is an advisor to the Justice League. He has been active in Gotham for so long because of my funding."

Jason: "...so you are such a Batman."

Tim said confidently: "So I can drive the Batmobile, what's wrong?"

wrong.

But I don't know what's wrong either.

As a rich man, your skill tree has been lit up too much.

Jason squinted his eyes and stared at Tim suspiciously. This man always looked weird and confused, but he was terribly smart. Think about the character card that would make the system freeze.

Outrageous.

Jason: "You..."

Tim seemed to know what Jason was going to say: "Do I know too much?"

Jason: ...That's the feeling. He really hates dealing with people who are too smart. These people are like holding a script, and tonight, he has already met two people holding a script.

The world is confused.

When did such smart people fill the streets?

Tim understated: "I'm a Gotham man, the Gotham man who manages the Wayne Group. If I don't have any brains, I probably won't live for so long."

Gotham.

Jason felt subtly persuaded.

Those various unreasonable things seem so normal in Gotham.

Tim pulled the joystick: "I'll go see how Superman is dealing with it. If you can't control the scene..."

He touched the dark compartment, where there was a piece of kryptonite.

Tim could have just stuffed kryptonite into the Batplane's weapon system, fired the pulverized kryptonite, and killed all the clones, but he never did.

—Clark is here too.

Even if this concentration of kryptonite powder is not fatal, Clark still needs to recover for a long time to metabolize these substances from his body.

The reason why they can hold kryptonite is because of Clark's trust. Batman never shy away from Superman when collecting kryptonite. Clark even gave Bruce a kryptonite ring.

The god of the world exposed his Achilles heel to them without any concealment.

He personally delivered the weapon that could kill him.

Batman has never lived up to that trust, and certainly not himself.

But the situation was not as smooth as Tim thought. Clark was not injured, but his uniform was torn and tattered. Superman couldn't use all his strength here.

When you become a superhero, you must add a presumption of guilt to yourself—once there is something bad, everyone will be the first to suspect and attack you.

Lex grasped this psychology very well.

It took Clark his whole life to make this planet accept him. He stepped on the ground carefully, flew in the air, and saved the trust accumulated by people regardless of any cost.

Lex can destroy it completely in an instant.

Come to think of it, a bunch of Supermen fighting—

No one cares where those clones come from, and no one remembers how many good things Superman has done. People only know that Superman brought disasters and disasters.

Tony also can't let the satellite launch a few missiles directly-Iron Man has such powerful firepower, but he always chooses to fight hand-to-hand, not because he likes it, but because he has to.

They all need to keep battle damage to a minimum.

Tim became more and more hesitant, the weapon system was already lit up, and as long as he pressed the button, it would end all of this immediately.

With a cold face, Jason watched Tim keep rubbing the joystick, and sighed secretly.

Forget it.

Jason: [System, mobilize everyone's character cards, I need a passive skill that can be used, regardless of any negative effects. 】

System: [Didi—Character card. 】

Five character cards are neatly arranged.

System: [Tim's character card has been used. 】

[Passive skill: Walking scanner. 】

[Detective mode is on. 】

Jason's vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, the world changed. All the details were in his eyes, and there was nothing to hide.

He noticed the machine behind Lex, with a large metal tank hidden in a corner.