[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Tim was dragged back by Jason in an extremely uncomfortable way. He was dragged and rolled on the ground a few times, and his bright Robin uniform was stained with mud.

The pampered Young Master Wayne was always in a state of embarrassment. It was the first time he was so disrespectful in front of Jason.

Tim tries to explain: "Jason..."

Jason turned his head, the anger in his green eyes was about to overflow: "Shut up—"

Although he had this hunch for a long time, he really saw the familiar face under Domino's mask... He almost stabbed the Batarang directly into Tim's neck.

System: [Although, it is not necessary. 】

Jason's tone was very bad: [What's the matter with you?Dazed by this rich man's black card? 】

???

Who was the one who took the black card and denied recognition?

The system choked, and came up with a gentler idea: 【It's better to hang him up, to your favorite gargoyle. 】

Jason:  …

What the hell is going on with this system and Drake?

Tim noticed Jason's gaze and smiled uncomfortably. When he smiled, two dimples popped out on his face.

Jason held back his breath.

He can be regarded as understanding what Dicky Bird felt back then—no matter what the other party said, he always felt that he was showing off, and every move seemed to be mocking—

Oh shit.

Jason glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Tim's hand twitching behind him. After thinking for a while, he simply pulled the little red bird to his side, and knocked him unconscious with a hand knife.

Jason: [System, I want to nail him to the gargoyle. 】

The system seemed to be disconnected. After a while, he stammered: 【Okay... huh? 】

Forget it.

It was a waste of effort to talk to this leader, he stuffed Tim into a small box according to what he had thought in advance - thanks to the flexibility of the little red bird.

The tracker was placed on the box, blinking, and at the bottom of the box, there was a miniature gel bomb.

This bomb can blow up Mr. Wayne into pieces, and then paste him miserably on the ground.

The system sighed secretly, quietly drew a small portal under the box, threw the bomb into Arkham, and took an identical model and stuffed it underneath, the whole action was extremely concealed.

He tossed everything by himself and couldn't go back. How could he allow Jason to toss around now?

Jason pulled up a chair and sat down, waiting for Batman to come over.

The box was knocked from the inside, making a dull thumping sound.

Jason raised an eyebrow, subtly watching Tim struggle in it, and among other things, he woke up quite quickly.

The box rang twice, then quieted down tactfully, replaced by a soft rustling sound.

Jason was so annoyed that he stood up, aimed hard at the box, and kicked the box over.

The annoying sound stopped immediately, and Tim spoke cautiously.

He used a tentative tone: "Jason?"

Jason didn't speak, but Tim explained on his own: "Jason, listen to me, I never meant to replace you."

Jason squatted down and sneered, "So? You're running around Gotham at night in this circus uniform?"

Tim: "Can you let me out first."

He paused, and then said, "You must have misunderstood something."

Jason frowned violently, pulled out his gun and pointed the trigger at the floor. The bullet was bounced back and embedded in the metal box.

Tim was inside, not scared at all, although the bullet had touched the skin, he was still there.

"During that time, Batman sucked, Jason, I didn't choose to be Robin because I wanted to replace you, but Batman needed a Robin."

Jason pretended not to care, but his ears perked up quietly.

But after Tim finished speaking, there was no more words.

Jason was very unhappy, and kicked the box warningly: "Then?"

Tim still didn't respond at all.

Jason frowned, put his ears close, and listened carefully. There was only the sound of subtle and rapid breathing in the box.

...should he have smothered Robin to death?

Jason: [System, is Drake okay? 】

The system's voice also reveals dissociation: [I don't know. 】

Timothy isn't supposed to be claustrophobic?He thought about it uncertainly, but he had been so crazy in the past that he didn't understand what was going on with that little red bird.

——Tim Drake, when did he become the lunatic behind him?

The more the system thought about it, the more subtle it became, and it was a little flustered.

System: [Get him out quickly. 】

Jason was inexplicable: [What's wrong with you?Wouldn't it be better to be dead? 】

I stuffed the bombs under the box and waited for the old bat to choose one of the two. You want me to let him out now?

The system couldn't help being speechless, and he paused: [Let him finish talking first, you don't want to hear what's going on with the old bat? 】

It seems to be the case.

The black-haired young man unscrewed the lid of the box roughly, and fell forward. The little red bird rolled out like a purr, with sparkling eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't—"

He couldn't finish the next sentence, and moved back carefully, trying to keep his neck away from the knife in Jason's hand.

"I don't plan to be Robin anymore, Jason." Tim raised his hand: "I've been thinking about this for a long time."

Jason looked unpredictable, staring into Tim's eyes inexplicably as if looking at a magical creature.

Tim seemed damn sincere, and he wasn't lying, and it was a deliberate decision to not be Robin—maybe Batman still needs Robin, but it shouldn't be him.

As the one who sees the most clearly in the family, no, as the person who has never been involved in those complicated contradictions--bystanders, the contradictions between Batman and Jason are simply clear to him.

To solve this kind of thing, of course, it is not to let Batman kill people, nor to let him and Jason fight each other - Jason just wants an answer that can prove that he is a different and special existence in Batman's heart .

But he wanted more than what a son asked his father for.

He's asking for too much, and there are some things Batman can never give him.

Even if Jason doesn't admit it, deep down, he always thinks he's not as good as Dick... the golden boy is a miracle, no one can match him, so he sees himself as a replacement for the first Robin.

Substitutes are replaced again.

- Waste.

Tim wanted to tell him that this was not the case, but Jason was the most typical Batman character, stubborn as a rock, and an insignificant person like himself couldn't change his mind at all.

Only Bruce, and it has to be Bruce, can do this.

Just an acknowledgment, or a hug—why should anything be complicated when it comes to the old bat?

"I took the initiative to find the door, Jason, you can't blame Batman for ignoring the lesson you bought with your life. He never thought of taking the initiative to find another Robin-you were the last one."

Tim didn't blink his eyes, and his tone was extremely serious: "Batman and Nightwing were almost killed..."

"Jason."

Hearing this sound, Jason reflexively opened the safety, turned around and aimed the gun at the incoming person, and the trembling sensation rushed down the spine and directly rushed into the brain.

Bruce came sooner than he thought.

Everyone knows Batman has a terrible aversion to guns.

The hand of the green-eyed youth holding the gun trembled slightly. This was the first time he pointed the gun at his mentor and his father.

His hand trembled so faintly that he could miss it in the blink of an eye, but Bruce's eyes never let go of any detail.

Bruce said, "I don't mind if you use a gun."

He said, "Jason, you have shown an amazing talent for this weapon since long ago."

"No." Jason bit his tongue lightly, trying to calm himself down.

"Your principles are the most important, don't try to use these things to cover up your hypocrisy—"

Bruce took a few steps forward calmly: "Jason, let's talk."

"Do not."

Jason's eyes were red, he fired a shot at the wall, the wall was smashed, exposing the entangled red and blue wires inside.

Tim, who couldn't move, was turned over by him, the gel bomb was strapped to him, and Jason pressed the leveler.

"Stop!" Bruce's exposed chin became cold and hard, and he bent slightly, trying to find the right time to stop Jason.

"Don't move." He lowered his head, and there was no emotion in his green eyes: "If you don't want to become a puddle of meat."

"Who's more important—Batman?"

The choking feeling of the heart being tied to the throat by a rope completely disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of joy and comfort.

He took a deep breath to let himself ignore the self-destructive sadness.

They're already finished anyway.

"Jason!" Bruce's voice was full of anger, and he stood there like an insurmountable mountain.

"One person, or a group of people?" Jason sneered, covering his head and hitting the window.

Bruce fired the claw gun and wrapped it around Jason's ankle several times precisely, but before he could tighten it, he was chopped off by the opponent with a special knife.

"I know you, Bruce, like you know me."

Jason landed and rolled skillfully, removed the impact, raised his face again, and showed a provocative smile above.

"Tim." The big black bat turned around sharply.

Tim didn't hesitate: "Go and save the others!"

He lowered his head and began to work on himself, but the bomb was the type that would explode if it moved a little, and there were too many lead wires in the wall.

The room broadcasted: "I really like watching you work, Batman."

Bruce scowled, pretending he hadn't heard anything, his time was running out.

click-

is the correct line.

"Congratulations." Jason sat in the monitoring room and pretended to clap. "It seems that Robin is always the one who is not important."

He hit that button.

The countdown on Tim's body was running wildly, Bruce rushed over, pulled off the bomb, and threw it behind him with all his strength.

He knew that time was running out, so he could only protect Tim with his cloak and his own body.

— beep.

The countdown reached zero.

It was calm and nothing happened.

Jason froze for a moment, then stood up furiously, his green eyes staring fiercely at the monitor screen.

"What the hell is going on?"

The system is as quiet as a chicken.

After a while, he said: [You bought a fake. 】

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