[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

After many years, Gotham.

The sky here is always overly cloudy, layers of clouds piled up into a ball, the Wayne Building stands in the very center of Gotham, a big "W" shines dimly in the rain and fog.

Gotham isn't safe, Arkham is full of lunatics, and even though Batman and Robin have managed to capture them back as best they can, there are still a few that slip through the cracks.

After paying the bill, the moment he got off the taxi, his hair was covered with a fine layer of water mist.

Jason forgot his umbrella, he's been away from Gotham for too long.

Wayne.

While repeating the surname in his heart, the black-haired young man looked up at the big "W" and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the inexplicable tension.

The driver deliberately threw him into a small alley, and as soon as he got out of the car, several strong men surrounded him, gearing up, "Be smart, give me your wallet!"

Jason lowered his head, looking at the reflection in the dirty water on the ground, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

He raised his eyes: "Wallet?"

The driver leaned on his taxi and spoke coldly: "Outsiders, welcome to Gotham—"

An impatient person had already pulled out his gun, and gestured fiercely at Jason: "Hurry up, or I'll kill you with one shot!"

This is your city?Bruce, I really thought you could make it better.

Jason tidied up his sleeves calmly, looking at those strong men as if looking at the garbage under his feet: "I'm not in a good mood right now, but I can still give you a chance. I'll count to three."

"three."

"Are you threatening us? You know what offended us in Gotham is..."

"two."

"Who gave you the courage..."

"one."

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand like lightning, clasped the forearm of one of them, folded it forcefully, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his companion's face, and then squeezed it skillfully, that little guy couldn't help pulling the trigger , bang—the blood spattered on that person's face and sprayed all over the floor.

As soon as the others heard the gunshots, they ran without hesitation without looking back.

Jason is very familiar with this kind of operation. He also mixed among these people when he was a child, but he was still young at that time, and he couldn't do high-level things like robbery, so he could only do some petty theft.

If Bruce hadn't adopted me, I'd be like them now.

As he was thinking, his fingers could not help but loosen. Seeing this, the Gotham man struggled hard and ran forward.

Jason didn't chase him and turned around. The driver had a leg injury, so he wasn't that flexible. This was just enough time for him to sit in the driver's seat.

The green-eyed young man bent his elbow and slammed into the glass of the car hard. The broken glass, which had been covered with tape, shattered to the ground.

The driver turned on the ignition anxiously and wanted to escape from here, but he couldn't start the car tremblingly.

With a cold face, Jason grabbed his collar and tore the bloated body out of the hole. The pieces stuck into the flesh, and the driver let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hey, hey...you don't have to treat him like this." A voice with a rough accent said in a lazy tone, "It's all about trying to make a living."

system:【! 】

Jason's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pulled down the hood reflexively, and his fingers loosened unconsciously.

It was a tramp wrapped in a torn coat and a hat, squatting crookedly in the corner: "Relax, I'm not interested in spying on a stranger, this is your first time in Gotham?"

System: [...Damn it. 】

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost instantly, Jason was completely drenched, his black hair was wet on his cheeks, but he hid it under the hood as if he couldn't feel it. His green eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were dyed little by little.

The bum—his disguise was impeccable, with filthy, unkempt hair, rough skin with deep wrinkles, and a voice hoarse like a firecracker.

Match Malone, Jack Shaw—whatever you want to call him, he has only one fixed name.

Bruce Wayne.

Batman's disguise has never been repeated, but since a long time ago, he has not succeeded in deceiving Jason's eyes, and this time is no exception, only at the first glance, Jason knew who it was.

Jason never expected to see Bruce in this kind of place. The plans he had made and the drafts he had typed in advance were all choked in his stomach, and his mind went blank.

Soon, he realized that Bruce didn't recognize him at all.

**

Bruce felt that something was not right. In order to find out the whereabouts of a batch of medicines today, he purposely pretended to be like this and squatted near the pier, hoping to see if he could find anything. Soon, his attention was focused on On a young man.

Oh...hope those punks don't take it too far.

Bruce thought, walking slowly, if things weren't right—

boom!

This is so Gotham.

He didn't even have time to stop him. Seeing that the young man was about to attack again, he couldn't help but interrupt him loudly.

But the reaction of the black-haired youth far exceeded his expectations.

He seems to be shaking?

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and his brain began to work rapidly. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his disguise, so the reason could only appear in the person opposite.

Batman has seen too many people tremble in front of him, scared, excited, trembling—

But this man was nothing like them.

... He was more like an unconscious, instinctive trembling, maybe he didn't notice it himself.

It doesn't look like it's sick either.

"If you need help, GCPD is not far from here. With luck, you can go there to make do for the night." Bruce said calmly, "It's raining too much tonight."

"Yes." The other said.

The rain was really too heavy, and Bruce couldn't hear what the young man said, he relied on lip reading to read it.

"I'm a little cold." He said.

But lip reading is not a skill that a homeless man should have. He turned his head pretending not to be interested, waiting for this person to talk to him.

Sure enough, the other party took a step in this direction.

Bruce noticed that the young man's body seemed to be very stiff, and every step was erratic. Gotham's roads were full of potholes, and normal people would avoid puddles, but he seemed to be invisible, stepping on the dirty water inside.

"I'm a little cold." He heard the other person repeat it again, and this time the voice was loud enough for him to respond.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that this young man is asking for help.

"There are hotels everywhere." Bruce pointed in the direction of Wayne Building: "As long as you have enough money."

"I'm from Gotham," the young man says suddenly, and Bruce realizes he's answering his own question, "My home is here."

This tone... His eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help thinking of his old friends.

He raised his eyes unobtrusively, trying to see what this young man looked like, but the rain was too heavy, and with the backlight, even Batman was just an ordinary person without any equipment .

At this moment, the lighthouse's searchlight quickly flashed across the opponent's body.

He saw two colors—white and green—and these two colors occupied his entire field of vision.

Under the searchlight, the dark-haired young man's skin was pale and pale, and his green eyes were like a raging sea... The deep sea, where no light can penetrate, reveals a kind of inorganic coldness.

Bruce was shocked by this intense emotion for a moment, and almost forgot what he wanted to say.

He knows me.

"Then you should go home early." Bruce said softly, "Gotham in this weather—"

"The cold will gradually spread from the soles of the feet, to the calves, and finally stop a little bit above the knees, and it will be terribly cold in the middle of the night." He heard the other party say in a light tone, "Unless you are lying on the bed."

"You should go home early, too," he said.

**

The rain seemed to last all night, and it wasn't slow at all. Jason shrank his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and walked aimlessly on the street.

System: [... You should find a place to live. 】

He was drenched in the water, the red hood was full of water, and it hung heavily on his head, so he simply tossed it off, and big drops of water fell down his hair in strands.

Jason: [I don't want to go. 】

Jason: [But I don't know what I want to do. 】

The system tried its best to use a gentle tone: [Find a place to live, take a hot bath, and get a good night's sleep. 】

Jason is now completely in a state of lightness, as if he is stepping on cotton under his feet, and a ball of hemp rope is stuffed in his head.

In fact, he would have a lot to ask, he wanted to ask Bruce why he was dressed like this, he wanted to ask Bruce if he was cold, and he wanted to tell him that I am back.

But when the words came to his mouth, his tongue seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't say anything. The blood was congealed in the blood vessels, and he was so tired that he couldn't speak.

He didn't kill the Joker for me.

This thing that I tried my best to ignore, jumped out in an eyesore when facing Bruce, and separated them.

Don't screw it up, he said to himself, Jason Todd, you gotta calm down.

But he really felt very cold. The red hood can do 10 minutes of extreme training on the top of the Himalayas, but the rain in Gotham seems to be colder than the wind in the North Pole. The fine and dense chill directly invades the bones along the skin, It was so cold that he couldn't help walking forward, just wanting to get closer to Bruce.

Bruce symbolizes home.

Family.

Where there is warmth, where there is peace, where someone needs me, where someone loves me.

Looking at Bruce's face, his stone-like heart was thrown into the warm water with a plop.

He felt wronged, and his eyeballs started to heat up.

His eyes were on Bruce, but another image appeared in his head.

I was still wearing the ugly Robin uniform, playing games in the Batcave with Bruce behind my back, and Ah Fu was holding milk and cookies, calling himself to go to bed in disapproval.

In a few years—about the age he is now, he can go to college, and Bruce has promised that as long as he can be admitted to the best literature department in the country, he will be rewarded with driving the Batmobile for an evening.

They may fight, and they may run away from home when they get angry like Dick, find a city without superheroes, and become the patron saint there.

Until Bruce asked him.

"—Is this your first time in Gotham?"

The author has something to say:

In the afternoon, I revised the previous chapter, about 2000 words, and completely changed the plot. If you read the old version, you can go back and read it, otherwise it may be a bit fragmented.