[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Baguette Mushroom Soup - Batmobile override password.

The system bit the bullet and babbled: [It's just a password, I can draw cards, why can't I know a password? 】

Jason's voice was calm, but he revealed that he couldn't refuse: [I said, you have to give me a reason, you can make it up, I just want a reason. 】

system:【……】

Jason asked indifferently: [Have you compiled it yet? 】

But I don't want to make it up, the system wants to.

Baguette mushroom soup is actually nothing special, even if it blows it out, it is just the most common supper, but it is the best one in his memory, the kind of soft and creamy mellow taste, Even though I have become this form, I have never forgotten that feeling.

That taste is engraved in his soul, and he will never forget it for a lifetime.

Jason: [I'm curious, why is it a baguette. 】

The system remained silent.

Jason said to himself: [I actually don't like this thing very much, it's just a habit every time I buy it. 】

Who is not?The system thinks so.

Baguettes are the only choice for a street vagrant in Gotham. This kind of bread is soft and delicious when it is just baked, but as long as it cannot be sold, it will be as hard as a stone, and the bakery will sell it. The dropped baguettes were sold at an almost charitable price.

The homeless people in Gotham would swarm in to snatch it at such a time.

The baguette is the only thing he can afford. The bread that has been stored for a long time is dark and hard, but it can be stored for a long time. It can be hidden in the cabinet and can be broken off when you are too hungry to sleep at night. , Because the bite is not moving, chewing more times can give people a false sense of fullness.

The dark and hard baguettes tasted really horrible with cold water.

But only this kind of thing accompanied him into that beautiful manor.

That manor gave him a strong sense of unreality and panic.

Strange, everything has never been seen before, the bed can be as soft as cotton, the bathtub is big enough to swim in, and there is no need to hide a knife under the pillow when sleeping, and even the sound of the door is comfortable and peaceful.

The baguette, the only thing he was familiar with, also became strange, as soft as a cloud in the sky.

The bad habits formed in the past are hard to break, and he will be very worried that adoption is just a passing interest of rich people, and he will continue to go back to the streets in a few days-so he always sneaks baguettes Hide in your own bedroom.

Adolescent boys are always hungry very quickly. By a coincidence, the man found himself eating this shit with cold water.

At that time, he wanted to jump out of the window to escape this embarrassing situation, obviously living in the best house in the world, but doing what a homeless person can do.

The blue-eyed man was obviously stunned for a moment: "You are..."

He stammered, "Sorry, sir, I just..."

The man had no intention of laughing at all. He hooked the corners of his mouth and stretched his eyebrows and eyes: "I know a better way."

He took a few steps forward, saw that he was still in a daze, and then walked back.

The blue-eyed man gently pulled the stiff baguette out of his hand, and pulled him through the long corridor. The moonlight was cut by the carved window and fell on his black hair.

"gentlemen?"

"Shh...don't let Ah Fu know, he always complains that I will make a mess of the kitchen." The man blinked at him, "But I also have some things I'm good at."

Cream of Mushroom Soup.

The man broke the baguette unskillfully and soaked it in a small delicate bowl.

"Try it?" There was an imperceptible tension in his voice.

"……it is good."

Before that, he had never imagined that the hot, buttery and salty soup could turn that terrible food into such a delicious one.

After everything changed, he would try this way of eating once in a while, but it didn't taste that way.

The system slowly said to Jason: [I don't want to make up any reason. 】

Jason: 【Then tell me the real reason. 】

The system voice was dry: [There is no reason, these things will be clear when you recover your memory. 】

Jason paused and didn't continue the topic. He touched Tim's forehead. The antidote had gradually taken effect, and the side effects made the little red bird a bit feverish.

Jason thought for a while: [What's so special about Tim? 】

System: [I can't tell you, I can only say, you have to wait for your memory to recover. 】

Both of them knew that this day was not far away.

It paused for a while, and then said: [I want to drink mushroom baguette soup tonight. 】

**

The Batplane hovered in the clouds, and Jason sat quietly, motionless.

Tim's eyelashes quivered slightly.

Jason: [He is about to wake up. 】

He just said that, but he didn't plan to inject a needle into the little red bird's neck to anesthetize it, and then throw it in a random place.

The system was a little surprised. It didn't expect Jason to take the initiative to break the cold war between them, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

System: [Oh. 】

Jason asked again: [Can I keep this Batmobile? 】

System: [It's best not to. 】

Jason: [... Oh. 】

After he finished speaking, he rubbed the steering wheel lightly, the texture of the engraved leather always felt very familiar.

"Hi, Batmobile." He greeted Batmobile flatly, just like he used to greet furniture.

"Hey Jason," said Batmobile.

Batmobile: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah." Jason patted the dashboard: "Goodbye."

He took out a few miniature bombs from his body, and with a little force, he pried out a thin crack in the cockpit door, and then stuffed the bombs in.

The Batmobile didn't respond to this, it didn't even say the joking warning before, it was eerily calm.

Jason: "Can you send this rich guy back?"

Batmobile: "Okay."

It paused for a few seconds, and then said: "I'm still very happy, I must be the most special Batmobile to have this experience."

After speaking, the lights inside the Batmobile flickered, Jason pressed his lips tightly, and tapped the keyboard with his fingers quickly, and a data cable was connected to the port of the Batmobile.

He needs to erase all records related to the Batmobile and himself.

Batmobile was still babbling: "I'm glad to see you again...go home early, Jason."

Batmobile: "Don't keep getting hurt, and..."

drop--

The voice was long and high-pitched, full of mechanical sense.

The Batmobile didn't finish the sentence.

Jason inexplicably felt that the sound was too harsh. He picked up the red hood that he had thrown into the Batmobile before, and put it on his head.

Batmobile: "...Spot the intruder."

Jason hooked his lips and detonated the small bombs. The door of the cockpit was destroyed. He picked Tim up from the side and put him on the driver's seat.

The black-haired young man adjusted the umbrella bag on his back, held the hatch with one hand, and flipped out lightly.

The weapon on the Batmobile clattered out of hiding and aimed at him.

Jason: "Goodbye."

He opened his arms and jumped down from the sky.

**

metropolis.

It took Clark a while to get rid of his fear. The first thing he did when he recovered was to change his clothes and run into the crowd, picking Dick out of the crowd.

The big blue bird was still in the mood to joke with Clark: "What's the matter?"

Clark's face was sullen, he was really angry.

Clark: "Do you know what Jason did?"

Dick froze.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Where is Little Wing now?"

Clark was familiar with Dick's appearance—the second-generation Robin in the past caused an accident, and the older youth taught him with a straight face like this.

Clark: "He's gone, Tim is with him."

The black-haired young man didn't expect to hear such an answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lazily collapsed on the sofa: "I thought something was wrong..."

Clark cut him off roughly: "He used fear gas on us and nearly killed an artificial human."

Dick's body froze suddenly, his face was blank, he sat up slowly, turned his face sideways, as stiff as a robot.

He paused every word: "Fear gas?"

As if he couldn't believe his ears, he smiled dryly: "Are you kidding me, Jason and I destroyed this thing together before, and I even caught the scarecrow..."

Dick's voice became smaller and smaller: "...how is it possible?"

In the end, Clark in the human state could no longer hear what the black-haired youth said.

how can that be possible?Dick thought, even though the Jason he knew had changed a lot, he was still that little bird who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Just a few hours ago, he specially called Kara to give the little Jason a special gift. point of gift.

When Jason jumped out of the window, the light in his green eyes shone like he had the whole world.

But... fear gas?

What would anyone use that for?It's impossible for Jason not to know what this is.

He couldn't even deceive himself, hypnotize himself to excuse him.

Clark didn't give Dick any chance to buffer, and explained clearly what happened before.

When Clark stopped talking, there was an eerie silence in the air.

Dick lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were covered by black hair.

Clark clenched his fist slightly, as if making up his mind, after a while.

Clark: "I need to tell Bruce about this."

Dick smiled reluctantly: "Have you made up your mind?"

Clark: "Yes."

Jason Todd, the former second-generation Robin, now has the same style as the villains in Gotham. He is either a vigilante who acts violently, or a criminal through and through.

Dick lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and abruptly took off the pair of Kryptonian glasses on his face.

After taking off the glasses, Dick's beautiful face was completely exposed, his always smiling lips were pressed into an abnormal paleness, and there was still a little light in the ice blue eyes.

Dick: "Wait a minute, Clark."

Clark nodded slightly, and took the pair of glasses from Dick: "You want to meet him like this?"

Dick nodded, then shook his head again, a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

"I don't know if I can do something..." His pupils lost focus, and his long eyelashes fell down, casting a shadow under his eyes.

Dick: "Give me a little more time, Clark."