[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Damian walked in slowly and closed the door naturally.

He was slightly taken aback: "Have you recovered your memory?"

Jason Todd... he looks a little different than he used to.

It was different from losing his sanity before... This difference was more like a self-destructive indulgence, he let the madness of the Lazarus Pool swallow him up.

Jason raised his eyelids, leaned back, leaned on the table, his eyes moved to Damian's face unceremoniously, and sized him up.

Son of the Don and Thalia.

Damian also noticed Jason's gaze, and he was keenly aware of something more - his own existence was denied.

Before recovering his memory, he was Damian in Todd's eyes, just Damian, without any identity attached, the little master of the League of Assassins must admit deep down in his heart... he likes to be defined like this.

——Damian has a mind that is far from his age, but it is difficult to get the respect that matches his mind.

But now, he couldn't find himself in those green eyes at all.

He went from Damian... to Batman and Talia's son.

Jason withdrew his gaze: "Obviously—how did you get here?"

Damian clicked the button on his wrist, and the virtual light screen was projected in the air, with a small red dot blinking on it. Using the small red dot as the coordinates, several routes leading to the Batcave were planned on the light screen. route.

Jason covered his forehead and sighed: "Oh, I forgot about this thing."

Oh shit.

The pool of Lazarus really broke his head - he even forgot that there was a tracker buried in his body.

This thing was when he first became Robin... His past self was overjoyed, and couldn't wait for Bruce to implant this little device into his body-God, he used to carry this ghost thing, happily and that big one Bluebird showed for half a day?

System: [...Hi]

Jason: [What are you talking about?What use are you as a system?A tracker needs Damian to remind? 】

The system choked and made a strange gasping sound.

How the hell do I know, after all these years, you haven't taken out this crap?

Jason walked up to Damian unceremoniously, took off his wristband, and put it in his pocket as a matter of course: "Thank you, I owe you a favor."

Jason thought about it, and opened the drawer. The small compartment was messy, and everything was piled up together. During this time, all his thoughts were on Batman, and he didn't have time to clean it up.

"found it."

Beneath the tangle of wires, throws a badge wrapped around a golden vine.

Damian cautiously took the badge from Jason, stroked the metal casing twice, and raised his head: "Why do you have this?"

Jason scratched his hair impatiently: "Lei Xiaogu... Talia failed to kill him, but I'm not sure if he's still alive now."

"In short, the League of Assassins is not mine."

The little boy stuffed the badge into a hidden pocket of his clothes and stared at Jason blankly without saying a word.

At first, Jason could still look at Damian. Looking at him, he couldn't help but frown his eyebrows, and his eyes became weird——

What happened to the devil boy?

The green-eyed little boy looks like a lost kitten, but he doesn't have time to deal with the demon cub's puberty troubles right now: "I guess you know what I'm about to do—a warning, don't get in my way."

He knows better than anyone else how strong Batman's personality is. Looking back on the past... Guessing that he had just recovered his sanity, Damian was sent to the Batcave by Talia.

He has indeed been assimilated a lot, Jason thought, at least the barbaric cruelty in him is gone now.

A bat cub...

After adding this identity prefix, his tone became even worse: "You'd better go back to the Batcave and don't tell anyone that you've seen me—if you're going to do something..."

"I'll hang you and Robin on the gargoyle."

Damian lowered his head, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress his anger: "I didn't—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The veins on his forehead were twitching, he picked up the dart on the table, and threw it at Jason's eyes without holding back.

Damian put all his hands on the scabbard, then drew it back.

"Forget it." The little boy dropped a sentence and slammed the door heavily.

Jason Todd is like a stray dog ​​now left on the street barking - I need to put up with him.

Jason yanked the dart off the wall and threw the gadget on the table angrily, kicking the bed.

Jason: [System, did the devil take the wrong medicine? 】

The system is also very confused: 【Absolutely... Wait. 】

It suddenly remembered something, swallowed, and said in a tranced tone: [You still remember, Damian said before——]

【What did you say? 】

【When there is a need in the future, he can help you once. 】

Jason choked for breath, very uncertain: 【...No way】

He paced around the room for a few steps, then sat back down again, very at a loss, opened the curtains and looked downstairs, Damian had long since disappeared.

System: [...Apologize. 】

Jason said uncomfortably: [Forget it, I'll talk about it later, I'll take out the tracker first. 】

The tracker on his body was not in the same place as Dick, the big blue bird had been implanted without knowing it, so it was implanted in the arm—while his implant was in the thigh.

system:【? ? ? 】

Jason gritted his teeth and became angry: [You shut up! 】

At that time, he had a kind of morbid awe of Bruce, and he was eager to get their approval, so he naturally did what he said, thinking, the black-haired young man bit the hem of his clothes, and the tip of the knife was about to stab his leg.

The system couldn't explain it in one word: [Do you know what it means to be diligent and thrifty?Take off your pants. 】

System: [Follow-up is also easy to bandage. 】

Jason:  …

Just kidding, do you know how difficult this uniform is to wear?Just those belts and gear—

He didn't want to argue with the system any more, and carefully poked the scalpel on his leg, a cut was made in the soft skin, and blood flowed out from the damaged part.

……pain.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. While he was angry with himself in the past, he was angry with Bruce at the same time. The movement of his hands didn't stop. The tweezers reached into the wound and turned around, touching a hard object.

The tweezers cautiously retracted and pinched the small metal post. Jason gritted his teeth and pulled it out forcefully.

clang clang-

The metal post fell into the plate with a slight thud.

A few drops of cold sweat oozed from the black-haired youth's forehead.

It's okay to be in pain, but besides being angry, he even felt a little wronged.

The system comforted him: [How about attaching a bomb to the tracker and putting it under the black mask's desk? 】

Jason sneered: [It has a better effect. 】

**

Tim was not lucky today, he was called back to Gotham by Bruce in an extremely tough tone.

As soon as he entered the Batcave, it was pitch black with extremely low air pressure, and he stared at him with disapproving eyes.

broken.

But he was hiding a lot of facts from Bruce. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what turned the car over.

Bruce's tone was very firm: "You touched Jason's tracker."

Tim: "...yes."

He glanced at the big bat, and sneaked towards the door of the bat cave without any trace. He couldn't explain this, and even if he could, Dick should come.

"Why don't you ask Dick?" Tim said. "He knows that too."

Bruce was startled, and an angry look appeared on his face in the next second: "He knows too?"

"Actually." Tim finally moved to the door of the Batcave, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Only you don't know."

"You can ask Clark again."

After speaking, he ran out of the Batcave in a hurry as if there was a fire burning behind him, not forgetting to take his Robin uniform.

Love so and so, angry Batman, he doesn't want to face it alone.

But it was true that he hadn't seen Jason for a long time. Since that meeting in Metropolis, the green-eyed young man seemed to have disappeared from the world, and he couldn't find him no matter how hard he looked.

It was so weird—Jason was going to make Kryptonians, so he must have a very bad plan, but the little red bird waited and waited, and nothing happened.

He felt that he needed to talk to the disappearing big blue bird, since Batman's troubles were coming anyway.

- pat!

Tim slipped, and a violent electric current hit his calf, and the whole figure fell down uncontrollably like a bird with its wings broken.

His heart froze, he fired the claw gun, just grabbed the roof, before the rope had time to straighten, he heard the sound of the metal rope being cut and bouncing, and it was about to fall to the ground.

Several spinning bat darts cut through the air and landed on Tim's shoulders with precision.

The little red bird had no strength to rely on in mid-air, and was hit by high-voltage electricity without any strength.

He was nailed to the wall.

"--hiss."

Tim almost cried out in pain. He gritted his teeth and wanted to lick the batarang from himself, but received another heavy blow, which hit his soft abdomen directly.

"Ahem..." He uncontrollably wanted to curl up, and couldn't help coughing.

"alternatives?"

In his peripheral vision, he saw a red shadow sliding down, it was in the shape of a bat.

"Robin?"

He felt his chin being pinched and lifted up by two fingers, as if the strength was going to crush his bones.

With a cool face, the domino mask was lifted.

The visitor was taken aback for a moment, the corners of his lips curled meanly, and he began to sneer.

Jason's voice was too soft: "Tim?"

——It really is you.

**

another world.

System—no, he should be called Jason Todd now.

The dark-haired man sat in the bat cave with his eyes closed, and in front of him was a huge screen. On the screen, Tim was clutching his wound and stumbling forward.

"It's really nostalgic, whether it's you... or me."

A voice without warmth sounded from behind, and at the same time, a hand wearing a leather glove skillfully touched the back of his neck.

The green-eyed man didn't even move.

The voice asked again: "How long will you continue with this boring plan?"

"Longer than you think." He opened his eyes, the green one on the left blank - it was a prosthetic eye.

Jason didn't try to knock off the hand, but there was a trace of forbearance on his face, he paused for a few seconds, and said in an extremely tired tone, "I also want to know, how long are you going to be crazy?"

The author has something to say:

No more, no more, the background of the system... The lonely habitat is just a small Easter egg, which will be mentioned later. If it does not affect the plot, it can be completely ignored. If you must buy stocks, just buy a stock in this system world Let's buy family stocks, and I will write a chapter for the two of them after I finish writing.

Jason: As long as I'm crazy enough, someone else will kill me.