[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

On the screen, Batman and Robin mingled together like brooding hens, surprisingly stupid, but when the old bat stood up, Jason caught his bewildered mood from that chin.

It can be called a deceptive behavior award.

Bruce cautiously: "Jason?"

There was no response on the radio, and Jason was not in the mood to respond.

He didn't hold back at all just now. He planned to blow up Drake to death here. It would be better to add a Batman. It is expected that the lead wires in the building were cut, but...

Are gel bombs fake?

Tim got up from the ground, touched the place where he hit, carefully picked up the little gadget, and kept tossing it in his hand.

Jason turned the camera around.

The little red bird limped towards Batman, the shell of the bomb had been lifted, and the parts inside were immediately visible.

——If it is 3D printed, even if it explodes, it can only blow people up.

Tim: "I knew it."

Batman looked relieved, his exposed jaw relaxed slightly.

Heck.

Jason punched the display screen, and snowflakes immediately filled the entire screen.

what the hell do you know

He was still angry and kicked over the table again, the bazooka on the table rolled to the ground gruntingly.

Jason: [Is this also a fake? 】

He always felt that something was wrong, but he really hadn't checked the weapons he bought before.

Although the display screen is broken, the voices of Tim and Bruce can still be relayed by the speakers.

Tim: "Let me just say, you guys must have misunderstood a little bit earlier."

Bruce: "Yeah."

Tim: "You gotta try... Seriously, B... if you'd been a little late, I'd probably have—"

Jason unplugged the power directly.

This kind of thing is really embarrassing.

Red Hood would rather make Batman think he was making a malicious joke than get a reputation for buying bombs and fakes.

But that wasn't the end of the matter—he had to settle accounts with the seller.

**

The office of the black mask.

A row of young men trembled tremblingly, like quails.

"Crap, garbage, stupid pigs - my business has shrunk by 40.00% in just one week!"

"I told you to kill that red hood, kill him! Throw his body into Gotham Bay, what link do you not understand?"

"Because they're a bunch of trash." There was a smile in Jason's voice.

The black mask froze, and glanced at the speaker in the corner from the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a small red dot on his chest.

Reflexively, he pulled one of his subordinates to stand in front of him, and ran out like a rabbit.

——Black Mask is not the most famous villain in Gotham, but he has ruled Gotham twice, in the real sense.

The reason why he can achieve what he is today is inseparable from his flexible and flexible character.

"Tsk." Jason shook his head, "It really looks like a mouse."

The green-eyed youth put down the infrared pen in his hand and picked up the bazooka beside him.

The scope focused on the black head, the air was cut, the warhead smashed into the window, the blazing flames burned in the corridor, and the building collapsed——

The black mask fell down the stairs in a very embarrassed posture.

People in Gotham have a unique way of living, and the villains in Gotham are even better. Under such a fierce explosion, Black Mask and his core team escaped unscathed.

"Wait." He gasped heavily, with a ferocious face: "Who the hell is Red Hood? That shell was aimed directly at my office—he knows my habits?"

"of course."

The voice came from the top of his head, the black mask looked up, and the pupils shrank violently.

"Hi, Roman." The black-haired young man waved his hands hypocritically at him: "...I'm back, have you missed me?"

"damn it--"

He really saw a ghost, the veins on the forehead of the black mask twitched, although he had never seen the man on the roof, but this tone... this familiar and excessive tone.

The black mask suddenly awakened the memory of being chased by the second-generation Robin like a dog to find trouble.

The young men around looked at each other and raised their guns to aim at Jason.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Jason smiled contemptuously: "Seriously? Roman, I haven't seen you in so many years, and you just use this to say hello to old friends?"

The black mask raised his hand, signaling his subordinates not to do such useless work.

"When, Batman's—"

"Shut up." What responded to him was a bullet that hit his face. Just as the black mask dodged it, he was stepped on his chest and hit the ground heavily.

"Don't mention Batman to me." Jason's face contorted for a moment, and the strength on his feet became heavier.

His actions could be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest, and those minions couldn't care less about anything else, and pulled the trigger in Jason's direction.

Jason was much faster than them.

His movements can be called a kind of art. Under the faint moonlight, the man's green eyes revealed a fierce light, and the gun in his hand seemed to be a continuation of his body——the bullet drew a graceful arc, piercing through the A large amount of blood spattered from the body, and his feet never moved away from the black mask, and the sensible people had already run away. When the gunshots gradually faded away, there were not many living people left.

"Now can we talk about after-sales issues?" Jason raised the corners of his lips, and put the muzzle of the gun on the black mask's chin.

The black mask looked confused: "After sales?"

"Yes."

The black mask opened his mouth, and he couldn't believe his ears. When did he sell things after sale?

No, when did he ever sell something that needed an aftermarket?

"I may not quite understand what you mean." He was about to explode, but his jaw was stung again, so he could only swallow his anger: "I don't remember selling you anything."

"I bought half a case of bombs from one of your men a week ago."

Black Mask: ...

He must have broken that guy.

Jason rolled his eyes and said with a pleasant expression, "The most important one is a fake."

Black Mask: ...

He almost yelled - fake?Is this some new trick for finding fault?

Ugly, left foot first, going out after ten at night—these were all reasons Robin used to beat him up before, but fake?

It's Batman again. His black mask is just an honest man. He is doing some arms business in a down-to-earth manner. What did he do wrong to get involved in the firefight between Batman and Robin?

Black Mask: "If you fake it, you will pay ten. I will give you a cart of bombs. Can this matter just end like this?"

Jason: "Too little."

Black Mask: "Two cars?"

Jason looked down at him, and pulled his collar in displeasure: "Listen Roman, I can send you to hell anytime now—"

"I want two-thirds of your territory and income, prohibit drug trafficking to minors, and abide by my rules."

Black Mask almost couldn't catch his breath, and just as he was about to speak, he was punched in the face.

A voice that seemed to have throat cancer interrupted Jason: "Stop."

The black-haired young man turned around boringly, raised his eyebrows, and put on a malicious look: "By the way, I never named a fancy circus."

"You can call me Red Hood."

The name once belonged to the Joker, who fell into a chemical pool wearing a bright red hood and has since become Batman's biggest nightmare.

Jason specially ordered a few hoods that were similar to the style of the clown back then, just to stimulate Bruce.

And Bruce was indeed irritated, the red was so sudden that it pierced into his eyes.

Bruce clenched his fist, then let it go: "No, that's not your name..."

"Batman!" Black Mask's voice contained annoyance. "Take care of your mockingbird."

Jason almost laughed out loud, he licked his wisdom teeth habitually, the place was always itchy with swelling.

The green-eyed young man didn't care about what the black mask said. Once the big black bat appeared, he couldn't take his attention away: "Are you going to do justice for them? Old man—you are so confused .”

The Dark Knight pursed his lips, his jaw tightened, looking as hard as marble.

"This is between us and has nothing to do with him."

"Us?" Jason's voice rose, showing unabashed sarcasm: "Me and Black Mask."

He paused for a moment, suppressing his disgust, and pulled the black mask towards him.

"This is who we are."

Bruce was slightly taken aback, his disapproving eyes almost broke through the mask, he looked up and down the black mask, and an indescribable evil fire rushed straight into his brain.

Black Mask: ...

If it's true, that's fine too.

The matter between him and Jason was very complicated. He had promised Jason before that he would give the little bird the position of heir and deputy.

...after all, it was a wrong payment.

He was being fooled around, and all his relationship networks were completely destroyed. Not only that, he was also beaten up by Ye Yi and Robin together.

Although he asked for it, he already knew the identity of this little bird, but he still insisted on inviting him to join his career—the second-generation Robin back then acted violently, no different from them, but if it was the same as now Compared to...that is too far away.

Maybe he can really make him my heir, Black Mask secretly considered in his heart.

Batman's disapproving gaze was a secret weapon that could make Superman tremble, but when used on Jason, it had no effect at all except to irritate him.

Jason hated Batman for treating him like he used to, and hoped that Batman would treat him like he used to. This kind of contradictory emotion kept stirring in his heart, so much so that he ignored the small movements of the black mask.

——He quietly pulled out the dagger and threw it at Jason's heart.

"clang!"

Metal and metal collided, making a crisp sound.

It was a batart.

Jason blinked as if frightened by the batarang, looking a little overwhelmed.

Bruce pursed his lips, a crack in his ever-calm mask, and he took a few menacing steps forward, his cape unfurled like a wave.

Jason frowned, staring at him unwaveringly.

It's a big deal to fight.

The majestic aura of the Dark Knight almost makes people feel substantial pressure. The superheroes of the Justice League, seeing Batman in this state, will wisely push Superman out.

Jason: "What are you doing!"

Batman paused for a few seconds.

He darkened his face: "Are you—are you hungry?"