[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Tim straightened his legs and collapsed into a salted fish.

The green-eyed youth wrapped himself in tights, put his hands on the table, and stared intently at the display screen. This action showed his beautiful lines to the fullest.

Tim's eyes wandered farther and farther away, mainly because he is too idle now, and his brain, which is always running at high speed, rarely rests, and his thinking drifts to a very strange place.

——The waist is fine.

The part belonging to Mr. Wayne secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart.

He saw Jason frowning, turning his body around, his eyes were weird... the same as last time, the expression of looking at magical animals.

He endured it for a long time, but he still couldn't overcome his curiosity: "What's wrong?"

As if awakened suddenly, Jason took a few steps forward, looked him up and down rigorously, and grabbed his collar abruptly——

Turned around.

The little red bird faced the wall without a word, and was really a little confused by Jason's performance.

What is this for?

Where he didn't know, the system nodded with satisfaction: [Next time he sees you, just hang him up. 】

Jason: […]

He continued to type on the computer, and in the reflection of the screen, Tim was like a ball, twisting and twisting.

"Dahong, I think your handcuffs are not of good quality."

After speaking, he shook his wrist, and the iron chain and handcuffs fell to the ground together.

System: [Alas. 】

He took out Tim's character card, shook it, refreshed it twice, and added a new ability to it.

[Passive Skill: Gotham Princess on the Run]

Kidnapped, poisoned, a handsome and powerful man always appeared at critical moments, the system stared at the character for a while, then sighed

Forget it, keep working hard, the ghost next to him is not impossible——

Tim sat there leisurely, rubbed his wrists, and rolled up his sleeves, trying to test Jason's reaction.

To his surprise, Jason just turned his head and glanced at him, let out a snort, and went on with his business.

The black-haired young man tapped on the keyboard, casually: "We have all been trained by Batman, don't be like a little mouse... Be good, Xiaohong, it's good for all of us."

Tim: "But you talked to me."

Jason lowered his head and pressed the Enter key neatly. Several program boxes flashed quickly, and the screen suddenly went out.

Tim licks his lips, nervously.

If Jason really wanted to do something, then he really didn't have the slightest advantage.

Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. The black-haired young man turned his face, pulled a chair and sat down, with his legs crossed together, lazily like a big cat.

"I just need you here..." He took a pendulum from the small table and pressed the countdown.

"Two hours."

Jason saw Tim's dubious face, and didn't continue to explain. He walked up to him, and with a click, there were two more iron rings on Mr. Wayne's wrist.

Tim: ...

Jason seemed to know what Tim was going to say: "You have to think about it."

The metal gate slowly moved away with a heavy gesture. Before walking out, Jason paused for a moment, then retracted deliberately, and whistled at Tim.

Tim: "!"

Jason rolled his eyes and said meaningfully, "I quite like you like this."

Tim: "Wait, you make it clear—"

**

Arkham is still being repaired, the damage from the last large-scale escape has not been repaired, and it was blown upside down by a bomb from nowhere.

The clown has been temporarily moved to a cell, and this will be telling jokes in the empty room.

As soon as Jason walked to the door, he felt the killing intent come up from the bottom of his heart wave after wave.

No.

He had to be given an extra two hours to live.

Jason paused, kicked open the cell door, grabbed the green head, pointed it at the corner of the iron table, and slammed it hard.

—The clown passed out without saying a word.

It was such a guy, Jason stared at the clown without blinking, this once nightmare, now in his hands, was so fragile that it only needed a bullet to understand his sinful life.

He is so vulnerable.

The clown was taken into a dilapidated room by him, and tied to a chair again. Maybe the previous knock was a bit heavy, and until now, he has no intention of waking up.

... how can this work?

Jason pursed his lips, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and aimed for the clown's shoulder blades. The bloody blade sank into the flesh and nailed him to the wall.

The clown hissed exaggeratedly, opened his eyes, and burst out laughing the moment he saw Jason.

"Oh, oh, isn't that a joke I used to tell? It's even funnier now..."

Jason looked at him like a bug: "A joke?"

He bent his knees, aimed at the clown's head, swung his legs and gave a hard kick, the clown was kicked to the ground with the person and the chair, making a teeth-piercing sound.

But the harsh laughter got louder and louder, until he couldn't breathe.

"Look at you, you are my miracle, I made you, you should be my Robin—"

Jason closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a cruel smile in the green eyes.

He said: "Harlequin... I know a secret, in fact, you are not as crazy as you look."

The smile on the clown's face softened a little.

Jason said softly: "But it doesn't matter, you want to play games with Batman? Do you think you are special to him? Do you want him to remember you? Everyone in Gotham will remember you?"

He said, "No, no, no... After tonight, I'll smash every bone with a crowbar and die here."

Jason: "I'm the special one."

The smile on the clown's face froze into a strange shape.

Jason was very satisfied with this, he bent slightly: "No one will remember you, the clown is always the least important role, isn't it?"

The corners of the clown's lips curled down, staring at Jason blankly.

"Ha... Look, the clown isn't always smiling." Jason straightened up, pulled the clown's hair, and locked him into a small closet.

"It's time for the protagonist to play."

**

Crime Alley.

The Batmobile was parked deep in the alley, Bruce opened the door, grabbed a protruding steel bar with his claws skillfully, and landed on the roof.

He needs a commanding height from which to observe.

The sky in Gotham tonight is particularly depressing, the clouds cover the moon, and the layers are so oppressive that people can't breathe.

Bruce wrapped himself in a cloak, squatting quietly in a corner of the building.

-Jason.

Splashing pearls, gunshots, falling bodies—he had too many bad memories of Crime Alley, but the only good thing was meeting Jason here.

"Hi."

Bruce turned his head slowly - when did Jason's voice become deeper?

He regrets.

I missed this kid growing up.

"Where is he?" Bruce tried his best to focus on Jason's face, but the figure of the little Robin in the past would always emerge uncontrollably and overlap with the black-haired youth.

"This is the best day of my life." The little boy shook his fist excitedly, turned his head, his face showed pure trust, and an attachment that he didn't realize.

"You mean Robin?" The young man in front of him clapped his hands jokingly, his green eyes full of repressed madness.

"He's probably dying." Jason stroked his chin and threw a small metal nugget at Bruce.

Tim on the screen was covered in injuries, his limbs were bent abnormally, his eyes were half-open, and he was staring at something stubbornly.

System: [... You were synthesizing this thing back then? 】

Jason answered absently.

Bruce gritted his teeth, his lips trembling imperceptibly.

"Where is he."

This time, there was nothing else in the Dark Knight's voice, as it had been every night before.

Jason didn't answer Bruce's question, he pretended to take out a detonator and shook it at him: "In a place you can't find, I filled that building with bombs."

Bruce: "I'll stop you."

"Try it." Jason slid his hand to the armed belt, took out two large-caliber guns, pointed them at Bruce's throat, and pulled the trigger.

This gun was specially modified by him, and the speed of the bullet ejection was extremely short, but Batman just swayed slightly and avoided it.

He clenched his fist and hit Jason on the shoulder blade.

……

In this fight, Jason had the upper hand.

Batman's skill has not slowed down because of age, on the contrary, the years have polished him to be more impeccable.

— There is only one reason.

Every move of Jason was aimed at Bruce's deadly place. He used guns, stun batons, bombs - as long as these things were hit, the battle could be won or lost.

But Bruce kept his hands all the time, even if he was almost hit in the eye by a bat dart, he just circled around defensively.

"What are you doing, old man?" Jason was not happy with this special treatment, "Are you delaying time? It doesn't matter, every second you waste here, the life of that little bird will be lost by one second. "

Bruce's fist couldn't help but feel a little heavier. Jason noticed this change, and the smile on his face deepened.

"I'm glad you're not too old to walk." He teased and dragged out the end of his voice.

"—It's just that you woke up a little late."

A short beep sounded from the detonator lying on the ground.

"No!"

Bruce's complexion changed drastically, and his mind went blank.

"Oh... Poor Robin." Jason tapped the communicator on his wrist, a virtual light screen floated in the air, the flames twisted and rushed towards the sky, and bricks and stones fell in large chunks, hitting the ground.

"Looks like he didn't make it out," he said.

He said: "Dang, Dangdang...Old man, you killed him with your own hands, you could have rescued him."

The black-haired youth shook his head regretfully.

Bruce stood there stiffly, like a statue that had lost its soul, and all the vitality seemed to leave with the loud noise.

Seeing Bruce like this, Jason felt an unprecedented pleasure.

It turns out that you are not always a dead face, and it turns out that your heart is not made of stone——

Jason raised the corners of his mouth, showing a malicious smile, resting his fingers on his lips, with a brisk tone.

"One son crawled out of the grave, and another son lay down again."

Bruce turned his face and stared at Jason, feeling a strong sense of suffocation.

Jason's voice trembled imperceptibly: "What a suitable ending for you—"