[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason opened the car door and jumped in, ready to use the weapon system, but unlike before, the combat system seemed to be locked, and there was no response to any pressing.

The Batmobile was beeping incessantly there, and those who listened felt dizzy.

Batmobile: "Permissions are locked, the emergency state is turned off, do you want to turn it back on?"

Jason: "On."

Batmobile: "Permission exception, beep, permission exception, unable to open—"

The system uttered a curse word directly.

Definitely Tim Drake, this guy is always so impeccable in his work, if it leaves here today, it will be made into a watch by Jason, it must be Tim's credit for it.

But the situation is quite critical right now. It's okay to simply be caught. The problem is that it also stole a Batmobile. As long as the old bat is given a little time, the two of them will die together.

It now has a deep understanding of what it means to be finished on the Batmobile card.

I can't take care of so much anymore.

Batmobile is still there repeating permission exception.

The system paused for a moment: [You said, reset the permissions. 】

Jason was taken aback: [Permission?How can I qualify to reset permissions? 】

System: [Just do as I say. 】

Following the command of the system, Jason patted the authority scanner impatiently, and a white light took a picture of his whole body from top to bottom.

The rapid beeping of the Batmobile suddenly clicked.

Batmobile: "...resetting the authority, please enter the authority password, please enter the authority password."

System: [Authorization password - baguette mushroom soup. 】

Jason repeats: "Baguette mushroom soup."

Batmobile: "Got it, permissions overridden - welcome home."

The control screen in the car lights up, the weapon system is fully unlocked, the outer panels of the Batmobile are cracked piece by piece, and a layer of shimmering film is covered on its surface, all the weapon ports pop out, aiming black holes at the surroundings .

Jason didn't throw Tim into the back seat of the car, he stepped on the accelerator pedal and bit off the protective cover of the syringe with his teeth.

The glowing needle was just about to poke into Tim's vein.

System: [Stay calm, don't poke anywhere else. 】

Jason: [Yes. 】

Jason: [After I go out, I want to listen to your explanation. 】

System: [Let's go out and talk. 】

Jason repeated: [an explanation, from beginning to end, I will give you time to think about the answer, even if you make it up, you have to make it up for me. 】

Tim opened his eyes lazily: "...Jason?"

Jason had seen a lot of people who inhaled fear gas, but Tim wasn't like them—or rather, Tim and Dick didn't act like them.

They don't scream or run away in panic, nor do they sit down and laugh like they've been frightened.

They always froze and gritted their teeth, as if they were enduring something. Jason had never been troubled by fear gas, he only knew that fear gas could awaken people's deepest fear.

Who is subconsciously patient in the face of their deepest fears?

Jason reached out to stroke Tim's forehead hair that fell over his eyes, but Tim grabbed his hand.

Tim: "Jason."

Jason was slightly taken aback: "Do you recognize who I am?"

Tim stopped talking again, and began to murmur some vague and broken syllables repeatedly. Jason listened carefully, and could only vaguely recognize the names of some people.

Tim Drake, the heir and decision maker of the Wayne Group, has been pampered since he was a child and soaked in honey that can drown people. How could he behave like this?

It made sense that Dick was a cop, but why was Tim?

Jason slightly adjusted Tim's posture so that the rich man could lie on top of him more comfortably. He didn't withdraw his hand, but fixed him in an awkward position, and slammed the steering wheel with his other hand .

When the tires rotated at high speed, they changed direction, and the ground was rubbed with a deep scratch, which still had sparks.

The trackable missile, dragging its flaming tail, was biting tightly behind the Batmobile. Jason was always moving along the sidelines. hole.

System: [Don't hide. 】

System: [This is underground, the upstairs is full of people, Iron Man will not use more lethal weapons, unless he comes to fight you in person, these little toy Batmobiles can carry it. 】

Jason: [I see. 】

He simply didn't dodge. Sure enough, the missile hit the Batmobile with only a slight explosion sound. The Batmobile's performance was excellent, and it was still terribly stable under such an impact, and it couldn't even feel a little heat while sitting in the car.

The Batmobile is rushing towards the door at the fastest speed, like a black afterimage, seeing that this shadow is about to rush out of the hole in the door——

Boom!

Jason was thrown on the seat by the recoil, and Tim's head hit his chest so hard that he was about to suffocate.

Batmobile: "Surface damage detected, shield energy reduced by ten percent."

Connor blocked the gate with a sullen face. The Batmobile hit him just now.

"Stop."

Jason bit the inner wall of his mouth lightly, manipulated the steering wheel, and turned in a fancy way, while Connor stood there motionless, like a stone.

Jason saw the right opportunity, pulled the joystick to increase the pressure, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

thump—

Connor used himself to block the Batmobile's path again, using his super-speed half-Kryptonian, so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch any traces.

Batmobile: "Power down by 15.00%."

Jason:  …

The nerves in his brain jumped and twisted together, Connor looked unhappy, put his hand on the side cover of the Batmobile, and with a little force, he tore off a large piece of metal.

Batmobile: "Hiss—"

Jason: "What are you hissing, is there any way?"

Batmobile: "The highest authority of the Fortress of Solitude has been activated, the authority is in use, and the lowest concentration of kryptonite is prepared—"

Kryptonite?Jason's eyelids twitched.

What's wrong with Superman?The highest authority of the Fortress of Solitude is used to beat oneself?This matter sounds too indescribable, does he trust Batman so much?

Jason: "What does the minimum concentration mean? Is there a maximum concentration?"

Batmobile: "Sorry, you don't have permission to use the highest concentration. The lowest concentration can paralyze a Kryptonian for ten seconds, and within a minute, he can't fly."

In other words, escape-only concentration.

Jason: "...use it."

The Batmobile paused slightly, and a lipstick-sized, delicate and excessively small barrel protruded from the front.

Jason: "The lowest concentration?"

Batmobile: "What else do you want? It's a lethal weapon—"

pat.

A miniature bullet the size of a fingernail flew towards Connor, and Connor frowned, pinching it precisely in his hand like catching a small flying insect.

Connor was a little confused by this thing: "What the hell..."

system:……

Is this half-Kryptonian really inexperienced, dare to pick up Batman's things?

The bullet was under pressure and exploded into a small puff of light green smoke, a fluffy puff, Connor didn't check for a while, inhaled a little, and his face turned green.

System: [Go quickly. 】

Jason didn't need to be reminded by the system, so he stepped up his horsepower and rushed out. He walked along the winding tunnel all the way, and the steering wheel couldn't return to its normal state.

1 minutes passed.

Jason heard a sharp sonic boom behind him, and a small dot on the Batmobile's scanning system was rushing at an unimaginable speed.

The system sighed.

It turned over Tim's character card again, and there was an unusable gray passive skill that had been unlocked.

[Character Card: Tim Drake]

[Passive skill: manual brake super. 】

[Remarks: Ancestral skills. 】

[Negative effect: ... dog eye attack, swearing attack. 】

system:……

As expected of you, Tim Drake, this negative effect is one more than that of your father, it is really hard work for you.

While apologizing to Tim insincerely, it slammed this passive skill hard.

Jason stared closely at the small dot on the display screen, and the distance between Connor and him became shorter and shorter, and it seemed that they were only tens of meters away——

System: [Drive your car and leave the rest to me. 】

System: [Passive skill has been used. 】

Connor suddenly felt a chill rising from his back, and this creepy feeling made him stop abruptly. The half-Kryptonian didn't need any buffer from high-speed movement to stillness, like an afterimage suddenly frozen.

Connor: ...?

He looked left and right, but didn't see anything tricky, and planned to continue chasing——

Jason drove the Batmobile with maximum horsepower, and when he rushed out along the slope, he directly crashed into the wall that he had come in before.

Batmobile: "The route is planned, is it driving automatically?"

The system did not hesitate: [Let it drive! 】

Jason: "Yes yes yes!"

The metal seams of the Batmobile began to gush out lead liquid, covering the entire body evenly and quickly. The tires swayed slightly, and then retracted into the base. When the lead layer was just covered, it suddenly became transparent. stand up--

Batmobile: "Stealth mode is on."

system:!

Isn't the stealth plane owned by Wonder Woman?When did the old bat add such a function to his car?

Batman’s AI is the best at hiding from Kryptonians. After obtaining the permission from Jason, it shoots a noose directly towards the ceiling. The noose is a special material that Green Lantern retrieved from the universe. It is strong and elastic. Batmobile It fell slightly, and several marks were drawn on the metal body.

—and then ejected quickly.

Jason: "???"

This is a car?How can a car be so outrageous?

The Batmobile ejection angle is very ingenious, it precisely avoided all obstacles, aimed at the glass on the top floor of the Rex Building, and slammed it out——

wow-

The shattered glass fell like light snow, and the Batmobile fired a shock wave in time when it hit the shattered glass, shattering the glass to ensure that no one else was hurt.

Jason was very shocked: [This...? 】

The system is very calm: [Don't ask, asking is cheating——]

The Batmobile formed a perfect parabola in the air, and began to deform at the same time. One second before it was about to hit the ground, it happened to successfully deform. It hovered for an instant while rubbing against the ground, then suddenly flipped over and flew towards the clouds.

Jason:  …

He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Tim away from his body, and collapsed on the back of the seat exhaustedly.

The system chirped and played two applause sound effects.

System: [Congratulations——]

Jason listened to it chirp patiently, and waited until it was almost done: [French baguette mushroom soup? 】

The author has something to say:

In these few chapters, Jason's character has changed a bit, and he is ready to restore his memory. This kind of being fooled can't last for a few chapters, but there is no soft barrel for restoring his memory, mainly p52 character design.