[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Nightwing and Red Hood, both of them have continued the fine tradition of the Batman family who don't touch a drop of alcohol.

This is a family tradition. Beginning with Bruce, Ginger Coke has been an artifact they use to fool outsiders. No one dares to force Master Wayne to do something he doesn’t want to do. This deception has never been broken. He doesn’t drink it himself. Everyone is also required to be together. When Dick's rebellious period first started, he would use drinking to challenge his authority.

Dick Grayson, the alien of the bat family in the eyes of outsiders, the gentle and cheerful big blue bird is the focus of the crowd at any time, it is hard to imagine that such a person can't hold alcohol-in fact, he will always use various methods to divert the attention of others Pay attention, and pour out the wine in the glass without leaving a trace.

It was the first time Jason touched this kind of thing after his resurrection. He always ordered to the end, and the always alone Red Hood would not let himself get drunk.

Now, two people who have never been drunk get together and make a big glass with whiskey and beer. The whiskey is picked up from the shelf by Dick. Wine bottles of different heights are neatly placed on top.

Jason was a little disgusted, he looked at the glass of wine, then turned his gaze back to Dick's face: "Is this thing really drinkable?"

That being said, the black-haired young man took the cup with his hand naturally, brought it to his lips, and took a sip with dignity.

The ice-cold liquid was drawn down the esophagus with a burning sensation.

The taste is actually pretty bad.

Whiskey and beer are mixed together, the amber liquid with expensive texture is piled up with a layer of foam, which tastes nondescript, and the cola ice has a sweetness that cannot be ignored by carbonated drinks. When mixed together, it can only be described as a disaster.

Dick opened his eyes slightly, looking forward to it: "How is it? Is it iced?"

Jason: "...Ice."

Dick showed a small smile, and triumphantly took the cup in his hand: "Let me take a sip."

What to drink.

I suspect that you can't make anything decent.

The green-eyed young man had a lazy smile on his face, and when he withdrew his hand to the side, the big blue bird found nothing.

Jason: "Fuck you, if you want to drink, get yourself a cup."

As he spoke, he raised his neck and drank all the liquid in the cup—the Coke cup was a circle larger than normal cups, and the whiskey was very stimulating, so he inevitably choked.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He really hasn't changed at all, Dick thought.

A long, long time ago, the relationship between him and Batman hadn't deteriorated to the level it is now. Jason, who was still a little boy, had just arrived at home, and he happened to be in the most inconspicuous period of adolescence. When the mood came, he tricked the little boy to help him Watch the door, go to the wine cellar to steal wine.

Stealing and stealing, the little robin became his accomplice. The wine that could be stored in Wayne Manor always got drunk after a few sips, and the two of them ran outside to taste the wine in a daze. In the wine room, hide on the sofa and sleep.

Jason, who is still a Robin bird, seems to want to prove that he has become an adult. He pretended to be calm and swallowed the high-concentration liquid in one gulp. of dried shrimp.

Just like now.

Thinking about it carefully, although the past between him and Jason can't be described simply, it contains countless sparkling memory fragments. I thought I had forgotten it long ago, but at some point, it would easily pop out again. , Tell them what each other has lost.

The young Robin looked thin and short due to malnutrition. He didn't start to get tweezers until he was about 15 years old, and the developmental period was particularly anxious. Coupled with the amount of exercise at night, even though Ah Fu tried his best to become Making things for him to eat, the robin is still so thin that you can feel the thin spine when you touch it with your hand. Watching him fall from the gargoyle in fancy clothes at night is always frightening.

Jason in the past was actually quite delicate, and the short juvenile period unique to Caucasians made him look like a little girl for a while. Dick remembered that when he and Jason finished their night patrol, they were too lazy to clean up and slept on the same bed. On the bed, in the middle of the night, he was woken up by the kick of the dishonest Jason. He impatiently grabbed it, but found that the foot was wrapped in his hand, so fragile that it seemed to be broken.

Now that I think about it, these relationships that were so natural before have become a little subtle?

Dick touched his back and patted him lightly, a little funny: "How can such a big man not even know how to drink?"

With a stinky face, Jason glanced at him unhappily: "You wait."

He stood up staggeringly, the alcohol rushed into his brain along the blood, and his feet were a little floating when he walked. When he came back, he carried a large basket in his hand, which was full of wine bottles and glasses.

Dick turned his face sideways: "Barending? You know this?"

The big blue bird reached out to pick it up, and very consciously pried off the bottle cap, and then put the stirring stick into the glass to stir the ice cubes into a suitable shape.

Jason: "Of course... oh, you're doing pretty well."

His hands were a little unsteady and he wasn't doing anything fancy, but he still looked more professional than Dick.

First poured a beautiful blue liquid into the glass, then took out a small measuring cup, weighed out the appropriate amount of gin, thought about it, took some blue glitter powder from the small bottle, and finally poured the tonic water——

A layer upon layer of blue, from dark to light, glitter powder jumps around the icicles, slightly stirred, it is unbelievably beautiful.

He tasted it himself before pushing the cup forward: "Try it?"

A success for a glass of wine, but a failure, Jason thought.

He originally wanted to make a glass of wine with the same color as Yeyi's eyes, but found that that blue color was unique, and no color could be reproduced.

Dick took a few sips with a smile, wanting to see more as if he was cheating, Jason also indulged him, one cup after another was filled and then poured out, the air was filled with an indescribable but overly rich aroma.

Wine bottles were thrown all over the floor.

At the beginning, Jason was able to make a few glasses of decent wine, but the more time passed, the more chaotic his brain became. His white fingers loosely hooked the wine bottle, and he took a sip from time to time. The big blue bird beside him seemed to be lost. Bones, leaning lazily on him, the cup in his hand would be snatched away by Jason every time he drank half of it.

He wasn't angry either, and filled up after drinking, and he didn't know what kind of wine he touched.

Jason squinted his eyes and smiled, his cheeks were a little flushed, and he couldn't see things more and more clearly, but he heard Dick seem to be saying something again, he shook his head, and felt that the voice became a little clearer.

Dick inarticulately: "...you are a miracle!"

Jason: "Miracle?"

The big blue bird no longer understood what he was talking about, but his spirit was too excited: "Miracle... no, miracles can't be described..."

He lay down. "I'm an atheist...but sometimes it's good to believe in something?"

Jason moved uncomfortably, picked up Dick, and slammed it against the wall, but he was too drunk to support himself, and the breath of the big blue bird was too familiar——

He put his head directly on Dick's shoulder and muttered nonchalantly: "What do you believe in, God? I heard that Lucifer is opening a bar, maybe we can meet God there..."

Dick didn't match his words, the alcohol burned his brain and his caution: "When will you come home with me?"

Jason said lazily: "Go back home, isn't it good now?"

Dick nodded: "Yes...but I think it can be better."

Dick: "You know Bludhaven? It's a little bit better than Gotham, but it's also pretty bad...but I still love it."

There were stars in the big blue bird's eyes when he said this.

Jason shook his head: "No...Gotham is the best. Go to the gargoyle at night and look down in the direction of Wayne Building. That city looks like it's made of gold."

Dick: "It's been too long... I've forgotten, but we can go and see together."

The big blue bird let go of the bottle in his hand, and moved his hand to the back of Jason's neck. Everyone in the bat family is a control freak, and even Nightwing will unconsciously make such extremely controlling movements.

Dick: "There's Gotham in the evening wind at Bludhaven, blowing down the river...whalers, no, fishing boats now, and they're filling up the docks, and everyone's coming home full , some beautiful girls will come to sell flowers at this time..."

Jason: "Sounds good."

Dick's words are so vivid, Jason has already sketched that scene in his mind, and he probably understands why Ye Yi wants to protect the city at all costs——

No matter how dark the sky is, there are always some stars shining.

Dick pulled a strand of Jason's hair and twisted it around his fingers: "It's not bad...it's very good, I'm doing it my own way-it doesn't matter to anyone, Bludhaven is mine! "

He lowered his head cautiously, and said in a childish voice with a steady tone, "I have a whole Brudhaven, but I can give you half."

Who wants your Bludhaven?Jason thought in a daze, but when the words came to his mouth, he completely changed.

He said, "Okay."

To be a hero similar to Nightwing?Doesn't seem too bad...no, let's be honest...it's great.

Dick laughed out loud, and Jason could feel his chest vibrating, half-opening his eyes and tilting his head, trying to raise his hand upwards.

Dick: "What?"

Jason didn't hear what he was saying, but he didn't have any strength in his body and couldn't lift it up. Finally, he just put his hand against Dick's body and rubbed it up all the way. Dick didn't care, and adjusted his posture indulgently. Make Jason more comfortable.

The fingertips softly touched Dick's cheek, poking a small dimple there.

Jason was dizzy, and said whatever came to his mind without thinking at all: "...you should smile more."

Dick: "Huh?"

Jason's voice became smaller and smaller: "You look beautiful when you smile..."

He didn't finish the next sentence, and fell asleep against Dick, in the crook of his neck.

It was a good dream.

The two of them were drenched in the sun, but their shadows were quietly intertwined. The fluffy kitten stepped on it mischievously, curled up beside its owner, and closed its eyes.

The author has something to say:

After sending out the candy, I am satisfied.