Jason was silent for a moment.

Dick was always on point, pulling back his fig leaf and poking straight where he least wanted to.

Yes.

Jason didn't even bother to say that he was using another method to change Gotham - although this was his goal, the current situation was far from reaching that point.

He knew very well that he was cheating, and he might have a few more rules than those villains, but it couldn't change the bad nature.

Seeing that Jason's attitude softened a bit, Dick hit the iron while it was hot: "I'm serious...you haven't done anything I can't stand, Little Wing, a rotten person like Deathstroke, it's okay to be an enemy, but it's okay to be a teammate Bar."

Jason turned to look at him, emptiness hiding in his green eyes.

He said, "Then you say, what should I do?"

Although it sounded like he was mocking, Jason didn't mean anything else when he said this. He sincerely hoped that Dick could give a better answer.

The system sighed inwardly.

If he hadn't become a deadly enemy with Ye Yi back then, wouldn't he have messed up everything later?Maybe as long as someone gave him a hand back then, he could change his direction in the future.

He quietly put away that little unknown regret.

Dick didn't know how many drafts he had already typed in advance, so he said without hesitation, "I have no opinion at all between you and Bruce, whatever you do."

He has no right to meddle in this, and Tim's matter should be resolved by Bruce.

"But Gotham... please give it time, no... give us time."

"We all know how bad it is to fight violence with violence, Jaybird, and I'll help you - in our way, but without hurting anyone else."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the word "we."

Jason coughed lightly, and looked away unobtrusively, with complicated emotions.

This blue bird is serious, although many people have complained that he is a liar, but Jason has to admit that Dick has never lied to him, but the question is, what is Dick's purpose in doing this?

They are not brothers, they cannot be called friends, and there are only two things that maintain their relationship-Batman and Robin.

So why would he do this for himself?

Jason considered his language: "I know you always like to take everything as your own responsibility...but I've never been your problem."

The time that belonged to Ye Yi's little follower is gone forever, and it will never come back.

Dick said softly, "I don't take you as my responsibility."

If the relationship between them is only defined as responsibility, it would be too narrow. Dick is thinking whether to tell Jason what he thinks directly...

He saw the ice cap shake slightly in those green eyes.

No, not yet.

What Little Wing needs is someone who has been involved in his past and has a close connection with the Bat-family. Their current relationship is the best from the current point of view.

Nightwing never made mistakes. As he expected, Jason was indeed a lot gentler. He was like a derailed train, trying to smash everything in his own way. The broken brakes and inertia made him unable to control himself. Deep down, he kept wondering if someone could make him stop.

Jason: "OK."

Dick froze for a few seconds.

Jason agreed too happily, but this situation also means that he really agreed to his plan-and will also suspend those ghost ideas of teaming up with Deathstroke.

Dick knew Jason. When he made promises in a concise and concise manner, he often didn't contain any moisture. On the contrary, if he said a lot of beautiful words and then gave a set of hype reasons, he would definitely be fooling people.

In other words... it's done?

The big blue bird seemed unable to accept that he had won such a big prize suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and the beautiful blue eyes were full of surprise and bewilderment.

He stammered: "Oh, oh...I see."

Jason couldn't help but hooked his lips, his eyes warmed up, and he said in a teasing tone: "Didn't you bring it up first?"

Dick tries hard not to look like a big dog with a bone, but he can't hide his joy and joy, which is contagious.

The green-eyed youth relaxes against the wall.

System: [No, do you want to think about it again? 】

Dick Grayson seems to have a good temper, but it doesn't mean that he can allow others to tease him again and again. If this person happens to be within his safe distance, then deception and betrayal will be extremely unbearable for him.

Such as Bruce, such as Jason... Take himself as an example, he was not the first person to attack Bludhaven, but he was almost killed by the furious Nightwing.

With its own lessons learned, the system felt that it had to remind Jason.

Jason: [I didn't fool him... I can refute everything else, but he is right, if I kill Lei Xiaogu, I will become the second Lei Xiaogu. 】

Disgusting.

After Jason drove Dick away from the safe house, the smile on his face became less and less, until he returned to the expressionless state before. The small house was filled with all kinds of messy things, crowded but lifeless. All the good things seemed to disappear with the departure of the blue bird.

The Joker - he should have died long ago, his body should be rotting in the dirt, and now he is locked in Arkham alive and kicking, thinking about continuing to cause chaos.

If it wasn't for him, he and Bruce wouldn't be what they are today.

Jason never gave up on that idea, he hoped that Bruce would kill the Joker for him himself, the worst thing he could accept was that this painted guy was still alive.

The system seemed to know his plan, sighed, and said softly: [The clown is in the cell on the west side of Arkham. 】

The clown has soaked in the Dionysian factor, and many fanatical followers volunteered to be his substitutes. Whether the clown can be killed this time, the system has no idea.

The green-eyed youth put on his tactical jacket and tightened his universal belt, his mind was full of how the clown died. From birth to now, he had never hated a person so much.

Jason lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

As for Drake...Jason didn't intend to attack this rich man again. Robin was never his exclusive property. Even if someone was dissatisfied with this, that person could only be Dick...The name Robin was used to commemorate him mother's.

But Drake is a crucial part of his plan.

It's hard to find Robin in Gotham. He belongs to urban legends like Batman, but Wayne's itinerary is open to the public.

Now... oh, it's better this way.

Jason smiled at the coldly glowing screen—fortunately, he didn't need to deliver a letter to Batman, and he was able to kidnap Drake directly in front of Bruce.

**

Bruce is distracted, he always feels that something is going to happen, if he also has a "bat radar", it is probably already beeping non-stop by now.

He glanced around indiscriminately, and made an excuse to take a breath, observing the situation outside the Wayne Building.

Nothing.

Bruce's performance caught Tim's attention, and the little red bird took a look from a distance, said a few perfunctory words, dismissed the others, and walked in the direction of Bruce.

Bruce held a wine glass, pretended to be drunk, and took a sip of the Ginger Coke inside.

Tim received the signal and gestured apologetically to everyone: "I'll send Bruce to rest first—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the glass on the zenith was smashed to pieces.

The crowd froze for a moment, and after reacting, chaos immediately occupied the entire space.

Jason jumped down from the hole nimbly and made a gesture. The mercenaries guarding the corridor blocked the door with guns.

The black-haired young man fired a few shots at the ceiling impatiently: "Listen... If I hear any more sound, I will shoot him through the head with a bullet."

Bruce didn't try to find an opportunity to slip away as usual, it was purely useless, Jason knew all his routines, and the Red Hood couldn't give Batman a chance to play.

He put on the mask that belonged to Baby Brucey and staggered forward, keeping Tim behind him quietly.

"This..." He paused: "Can we have a chat? I'll give you whatever you want—"

Jason glanced at him with a half-smile: "For example, call Batman to the sky and ask him to save you?"

Bruce: "That's Superman."

Jason Dumbledore shook his head: "It's not bad for you anyway, Mr. Wayne's fifty shades of gray..."

The next second, he suddenly turned his face, fired the rope, and grabbed Tim, who was eating melon not far away, in front of him.

Tim:? ? ?

He said, "Hey, hey, wait a minute... sir, you must have the wrong guy?"

Jason: "That's right."

He put a gun on Tim's neck, squeezed his chin pompously, and leaned to the window: "Batman?"

Silent.

Jason cut Tim's hands behind his back, tied them firmly, and fired out claws to fix the roof of the house.

"Please tell Batman for me, he knows where to find me." He politely saluted in Bruce's direction: "Where it all started."

Tim was strangled by his neck, and was blown by the cold night wind, almost suffocating, he turned his head tremblingly.

Tim: "Can I have a coat first, or you'll end up with a frozen Robin."

Jason glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: "Of course."

Tim blinked. Jason's abnormal attitude made him feel very bad, so he smiled dryly: "Actually... it's not that cold?"

Jason took off his tactical jacket neatly and put it on Tim. Inside the jacket, there was a row of bombs installed. After thinking about it, he tied Tim up a bit stronger to make sure he couldn't rely on him. Free yourself from bondage.

Little Red Bird's eyes were darkened, and he stammered: "Dahong, I'm not cold at all, on the contrary, I'm terribly hot."

"...Big Red?" He heard the other party ask.

"Don't you like the name?" Tim babbled, trying to buy some time before Batman came to save him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his whole body being turned around. The other party took off the obtrusive hood, bent his eyes towards him, and showed a kind smile: "Relax, Xiaohong."

Tim: ...

He shut his mouth knowingly.

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