[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

System: [Let's withdraw, it's over. 】

Jason still wanted to struggle a bit: 【...It's all here, so it's not good to go like this? 】

Obviously it was me first, everything was my first.

I wanted a Kryptonian first, I made the battle plan first, I trawled here, I even smoked a Batmobile-

I fried the cans, I poured the soul into—

Tim Drake, what's the matter with you?

Or does Wayne really have some kind of fucking Kryptonian-sucking physique?

Jason licked his teeth, feeling his fist itch.

System: [I already said that things like Kryptonians are metaphysics, you have to wait, understand? 】

Understand shit.

The system thought about it, and came up with a bad idea: 【Why don't you go down and pick up a clone?Better than nothing. 】

Jason:  …

What am I doing with a fake Superman? I'm not Wayne.

Connor was still promoting himself there: [I can do everything Superman can do, no, I can do better than him. 】

The corners of Tim's mouth curled up slightly, listening politely.

Jason:  …

What can I do?Is Superman capable?Or Wayne-style competent?

System: [You saw it, it's not your Kryptonian, and you don't have Kryptonite, you can't do it even if you knock it out and take it away. 】

Jason reluctantly: [...Yes. 】

It is still possible to run around with cans, but a living Kryptonian who can think is simply a fantasy.

Jason: [... You reminded me of one thing, how should I leave now? 】

This is the basement of the Lex Building. It is estimated to be more than ten kilometers above the ground, and there is a circle of superheroes around. Even if he is fully prepared this time, it is a bit outrageous for one person to be strong with so many people.

System: [...Call the ninjas from the League of Assassins to cover them. 】

Jason: [No. 】

He can't let the League of Assassins enter the public eye so early, especially in front of these superheroes-for his upcoming plan, for the final goal.

The system understood what Jason meant without needing an explanation.

What is the final goal—isn't it Lei Xiaogu's way of purging crimes?The head of the devil wrapped his intention of cleansing with justice and fairness into honey, and then handed it over to Jason, and he was so foolishly fooled.

The old guy's routines are deep and numerous, Jason's approval and incomprehension are all within his plan-this is also his scariest part, the system is clear to the bystander, but due to some reasons, it is impossible to uncover Lei Xiaogu old bottom.

suffocated.

It knows exactly what Jason will become when he walks on this road, after all, it is...

You can't blow up Bludhaven again.

The system used "make him happy" once in frustration, while encouraging Jason: [It's good to have ideas, but we have to keep our feet on the ground. If we can't, we will go to hell again. 】

Isn't that jailbreak?It can run out of Arkham in front of the old Bat, and the most Tony can do is put Jason in Rafter Prison.

Jason's green eyes dimmed slightly.

The system felt that it was about to suffer, so it quickly stopped Jason: [Hey, hey!Wait a minute, don't be impulsive, I know killing people is nothing to you, but killing some good people is still different. 】

Jason was startled: 【How do you know...】

How did you know I wanted to blow up the building?

The system sighed, it was all Lei Xiaogu's fault, Jason's sense of justice cultivated by Batman before had been blurred by him.

It's all for the greatest good, but that's not how it works, and the greatest good shouldn't be at the expense of the innocent.

System: [Listen, you don't need to mess yourself up all the time, you're never alone, ok? 】

Jason pursed his lips and said nothing, his body was a little stiff, and the balance in his heart moved slightly.

The system said: [Time is running out, once Stark's passive skills expire, Superman will recover. 】

The system continued: [Actually, I'm not that useless, I'm looking for a passive skill that can be used, you go to the Batmobile. 】

The voice of the system is firm and steady: 【Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe in the Batmobile. 】

The trust in Batman is something engraved in their bones. The system knows that even if Jason knows nothing about the past, the existence of the Batmobile can give him great support.

Jason turned his head and glanced at the corner of the Batmobile.

Peter never took his eyes off Jason. When he saw Jason's eyes dodging a bit, he felt that something was wrong. The little spider looked at the other adults present and found that no one was paying attention, so he turned to Jason. Moved a few steps in the direction.

Maybe it's not that bad.

Peter tried to make himself optimistic. Although Jason did a terrible thing, a good result can make up for it. Maybe he just fell into a period of confusion for a while...

At that time, I will intercede with Mr. Stark again, maybe I can save something.

Peter secretly planned in his heart, while leaning close to Jason, whispering to him.

Peter: "Hey! Brother, I am very short of a partner right now, can you think about it?"

He was really too afraid of repeating the same mistakes again, the little spider has been blaming himself since Harry's accident, if he had paid more attention at that time, he wouldn't have let him go into the corner alone—

Sometimes people are just a spider's thread short.

But they never get even a single thread.

Peter stared at Jason eagerly, and quietly poked him behind his back: "Are you really not thinking about it?"

Jason was a little shocked.

Is this child in a good mood?

He couldn't help asking Peter: "You clearly know that I am different from you."

Peter froze for a moment, trying to lighten his tone: "What's the difference? Aren't we both made of meat?"

Jason was a little uncomfortable, and his long eyelashes trembled.

He felt that a seasoning jar had been overturned in his heart, and all kinds of tastes were mixed together, making him not know what to say.

Jason is not a fool, of course he understands why Peter did this and what it means.

Spider-Man, New York's Neighborhood, Everyone's Favorite Superhero --

He took the good reputation he had accumulated through hard work to vouch for himself, a criminal.

Obviously he didn't need to do this at all, obviously he had nothing to do with him, the story between them started with a lie, and I never told him the truth from the beginning to the end.

Peter muttered: "I can lend you the battle suit, the spare suit I made myself is still there..."

The more Jason heard it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

What suit?

That clumsy manual job?A uniform made of swimming goggles and tight fabric?

Others don't know it, but Jason knows it all too well. The little spider has only had one serious battle suit from the beginning to the end-the one Iron Man made for him.

Stop it, Jason sneered in his heart.

After Peter finished speaking, he stared expectantly at Jason's green eyes, as if this would melt his iron heart, the big white eyes embedded in the hood, looking silly.

Jason turned his gaze aside abruptly: "Sorry."

Peter was taken aback for a moment, he was a little anxious and wanted to say something more.

Jason lowered his hand from the back of his head, put it on Peter's shoulder, and tightened his fingers unconsciously: "Thank you."

Peter waved his hands again and again: "Listen to me, I think we can discuss it again..."

Jason lowered his eyes. "Listen, I'm really sorry—for everything I've done."

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in Peter's heart.

Jason raised his eyelids, his green eyes were empty, and there was nothing: "Don't let others touch you next time... Forget it, there won't be a next time anyway."

not good.

Peter's heart skipped a beat, his muscles tensed for a moment, and he wanted to retreat.

Jason is faster than him.

A tiny anesthetic needle appeared at the fingertips of the black-haired young man. With a little force on his fingers, he mercilessly plunged the needle into Peter's shoulder.

Peter's feet went limp, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Tony was startled, and subconsciously aimed at Jason.

"Nanobots, they will disintegrate automatically after eight hours." Jason didn't look up, he used his arms as a buffer, carefully placed the little spider on the ground, thought for a while, and took out a portable filter buckle on his face.

When he stood up straight again, there was no softness in the green eyes, like a frozen lake.

There was no warmth in his voice: "Get out of the way."

Jingle Jingle.

Smoke/bombs whirled around the table, all of them modified by Jason - it wasn't aerosol anesthetic or tear gas that escaped.

That's scarecrow's fear gas.

The yellow-green smoke spread, and the poisonous fear spread extremely fast. After a few blinks of smoke, people could not be seen clearly in this space. Tony was not affected by wearing a mask, but his teammates occupied all of his space. Attention, Jason took this opportunity to lightly step on the guardrail, and with a little leverage, he swooped in the direction of the Batmobile.

A figure jumped down at the same time as he took off.

Jason frowned. The domino mask kept his vision unrestricted, so Jason could see the figure clearly.

Tim Drake.

The direction he fell was not the Batmobile, Jason estimated in his heart, and couldn't help but frowned.

The direction of this rich man is... me?

System: [Save him! 】

The eagerness in its voice was almost overflowing, and under the excessive anxiety, it sounded a little out of tune.

System: [Hurry up and save him! 】

Startled by the system, Jason shot the hook gun with a wooden face, twisted his waist in the air to change direction, and caught Tim.

Jason: [... What's wrong with you? 】

The system breathed a sigh of relief, and used an almost warning tone: 【Listen, Jason Todd, absolutely, never let him have an accident. 】

A trace of pain appeared on Tim's face, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stretched out his hand towards Jason unconsciously.

Tim: "Don't..."

His clever brain is now in such a mess that he can't even organize words.

System: [Look at what you have done. 】

The voice of the system is cold: [Take him into the Batmobile, the right hand of the driver's seat is in the third dark space from bottom to top, there is an antidote for fear gas. 】

Jason gritted his teeth: [No. 】

The system was not surprised at all, and continued: [You can also let him sleep for eight hours, and you can throw it anywhere after you go out. Naturally, someone will come to him. 】

Jason held Tim's hand, only feeling that Tim's palm was sticky and cold.

System: [Do I need to beg you? 】

Forget it.

He took a deep breath, picked up the little red bird, and shoved it roughly into the Batmobile.