[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

This elevator is not like any other elevator from Wayne Group.

It is surprisingly large in size, comparable to a small room. The whole is made of a piece of transparent glass, and the intricate flower branches are scalded with gold liquid on the details. An expensive sofa and a small table are placed in one corner, and scattered poker throws. On the table, there was still a half-empty champagne in a goblet, and on the wall hung a picture by the most famous painter of the day.

This kind of thing that should be respectfully invited to the showroom by collectors, or sold for sky-high prices at auctions, is hung crookedly in the elevator.

... In the lower left corner of the painting, you can see traces of lipstick applied casually. The name is unfamiliar, but the handwriting is very familiar. The owner of the characters habitually wrote the letters in complicated and narrow lengths, revealing a careless perfunctory.

Jason stared at the lipstick mark distractedly.

Silence at the side sat on the sofa very naturally, opened another bottle of champagne, and poured it into a goblet.

It's so similar.

Silence made himself exactly like Bruce. When doing these movements, Jason almost thought that the sweet Brucey baby was beside him. He was in a trance for a moment, closed his eyes patiently and opened them again, and repeated this several times , barely suppressed that strong killing intent.

As the elevator went up steadily, Jason's eyes gradually lost focus.

He can't define the relationship between himself and Bruce at all. Batman has been involved in all the good memories in this short life. He knows that his mental state is very problematic, but he can't help but want to go crazy.

But this kind of madness is groundless, and it's embarrassing to delve into it. It's like being unable to accept that you are not loved by the other party, so you take the lead in cutting his heart into pieces with a knife, no matter what the cost.

At least I'm not an insignificant thing.

As long as I hurt him first, then I won't get hurt.

This kind of practice is really inferior, but he is not guilty at all, and even a little proud.

At least I can hurt Batman, and when I hurt you, you hurt as much as I do.

There were times when he wondered if he should cut Batman out of his life?This is good for everyone.

--screw you!

It is impossible in this life.

He met Batman too early, before everything happened, so early that he didn't even form a complete three views, his whole life was monopolized by Batman, and he saw the most extreme in just a few years From now on, nothing in the world can move him anymore.

Thinking about it this way, the existence of silence becomes even more obtrusive. This person is obsessed with Batman when he is a villain, and he is obsessed with Bruce Wayne when he is not a villain. Now Gotham has become a ghost city. To cause trouble, but pretend to be Master Wayne to visit the Wayne Group?

Outrageous.

Jason seemed to talk to him unintentionally: "Why Wayne, aren't you friends?"

Silence glanced at him: "He ruined me, so I will ruin him too."

Silence: "Bruce Wayne's wealth is born, he has never fought for anything in his life!"

When he said this, his tone was full of jealousy and hatred. Seeing that Jason didn't respond, he paused: "You are also a Gotham man, look at what life we ​​live, and look at Bruce!"

Jason's face became colder and colder.

What was our life, and what was Bruce's life like?

Did he have a good time?Who knows why this rich guy can lie on the golden mountain and enjoy the blessings, but he insists on tossing himself without a piece of good meat?

Silence doesn't know Batman's true identity, so it's not his fault for thinking that way...

Oh shit.

Jason opened his eyes suddenly, the green eyes flashing with a sharp light like a blade.

This man should die.

**

The elevator went straight to the top floor of the Wayne Building. He was silent for fear that Jason would attack him behind his back. He didn't dare to come out until Jason stepped out of the elevator.

Jason gave him a cold look: "I still have my own business, our cooperation ends here."

This thing is to mention the Batmobile.

Lucius is the person in charge of the R&D department of the Wayne Group. All Batmobiles are produced here, and Batman will be shipped out when needed. Jason thought about it, since he wants to steal... the car, then Grab one of the latest models.

Maybe the Batman AI on the Batmobile will be smarter?

He drove the Batmobile to blow up Gotham, rounded up, it was Batman who accompanied him to blow up Gotham.

Jason turned a corner and walked into the lounge. After blasting the camera with a single shot, he reached out and pushed the desk. The floor under the desk moved away silently, forming a square hole with a diameter of half a meter.

Little Red Riding Hood jumped into the Batcave.

Inside was a huge exhibition hall. Jason walked into the depths familiarly, and even picked up a few gadgets he hadn't seen before on the table.

The black-haired young man's eyes were bright, like a cat that saw a small fish dried, he happily pushed open the door——

empty?

Jason:? ? ?

The Wayne Group went bankrupt?Lucius ran away with the Batmobile?

If the two ears on his real helmet are real, they are probably drooping by now.

The system comforted him: [It's okay, there are some places where the Batmobile can't get in. When the old Bat leaves, you can drive his car away. 】

Jason:  …

The black-haired young man was surrounded by low air pressure visible to the naked eye. There were many exits in the hall, so he randomly picked the one closest to him.

"Mr. Wayne, why did you come here at this time?"

Jason's hand paused.

It was the voice of Lucius, Batman's most loyal old friend, and Jason wasn't quite sure if it was Batman or Hush who was talking to Lucius.

"I'm looking for something."

Still can't tell who it is, Jason sighed, and decided to go out to have a look, the exit is still the special floor under the desk, so that he can hide under the desk after going out.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the recognizer, leaning out half of his body.

……Oh shit.

What appeared in front of his eyes were two slender and well-proportioned legs wrapped in expensive suit pants.

Bruce would not appear in the Wayne Building at this time, let alone sit here, so this person could only remain silent.

well.

He took out his gun with a blank expression, and leaned on the armrest to get out. There wasn't much space under the desk, but his body was soft enough to hide under it even if he flinched.

But he ignored an important issue. The uniform of the Arkham Knight was different from the usual uniform. The excellent defensive performance was obtained at the expense of sensitivity.

The armor scraped against the wood, the sound was small but not negligible.

The leg that was so relaxed and even dangling tensed up in an instant——

Jason cursed a curse word in his heart, and didn't want to dodge it. He moved his knees a few steps forward, and pointed the gun straight up, aiming at the man's lower abdomen.

Jason: "Get out, or one bullet can make two eyes on you."

Those two legs were trembling, and he took a few steps back, as if frightened enough, the man fell into the chair with a bang.

Jason:  …

What is this all about?Hush crazy?

Jason changed into a squatting position and was about to stand up. He raised his head impatiently: "I told you to get lost—"

"Oh."

His mind went blank.

System: [...Damn it. 】

It's Bruce Wayne.

The real Bruce Wayne.

He would never admit that those blue eyes were wrong, like the starlight gathering the entire Milky Way, and they were very different from the silent dead fish eyes.

So if Batman isn't going to save Gotham, what kind of cross-dressing is he playing here?

The system couldn't take it anymore and became emotional: [Damn, you stand up first!At least don't hide under your desk! 】

Jason was also very excited: 【You fucking shut up first! 】

Bruce looked at him in a very Bruce way, pale and shivering realistically as Jason looked over.

Bruce: "Who are you?"

Jason's face hidden in the mask was contorted for a moment, and the anger rose up. He raised one foot, stepped on the edge of the chair viciously, bent down, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Bruce's forehead.

Jason: "I don't care why you are in this kind of place, but please tell Batman to come out and talk to me."

"Cough... this gentleman." A voice cut in.

System: [Grass. 】

Jason's eyelids twitched, and he quickly twisted his neck, so fast that he almost hit the cervical spine.

Tim, who was wearing a Robin uniform, coughed twice in embarrassment, and pointed Jason with his thumb to look the other way.

Mo Mo held a gun in his hand, and Lucius was held hostage by him in front of him, his face exactly the same as Bruce's was full of weirdness.

"Are you flirting with him? You were just busy getting out from under his desk?"

Jason flew into a rage.

Silence announced calmly: "Arkham Knight? Forget it, but Bruce can only be mine."

Well, Jason is calm, looking at silence is like looking at a dead man.

Tim moved his toes, the movement was caught by Silence, and he punched Lucius' head hard as a warning.

"No problem." Jason said calmly. He withdrew his hand and withdrew in the direction of silence. In order to show that he was not malicious, he put the gun back into the gun belt, stretched his fingers, and showed his empty hand .

"We're on one side, Elliott."

When Tim saw Jason's performance, his heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Bruce indiscriminately, wanting to see if Batman had any backup plans.

——Bruce perfectly interprets an idiot beauty.

Little Red Bird choked, and was about to say something, when a violent fist brushed against his head. If his body hadn't had the conditioned reflexes he had trained, he would have been hit right now.

"Hey, wait a minute." Tim picked up the long stick to resist Jason's fist, and took a step back involuntarily.

Jason shook hands with him mercilessly.

It's not that Tim didn't light up the force value, but his force value is a little worse than his predecessors. After a while, he was at a loss for parrying, so embarrassed.

Jason calculated the distance in his mind: "Okay."

The black-haired youth twisted his waist very abruptly.

A sharp bat dart drew beautiful curves in the air, embedded in Silent's joints, and one of them cut into the hand of Silent holding the gun.

"Ah!" Mo Mo cried out in pain, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Wait!" Bruce finally couldn't sit still, but he was still a step too late.

Jason turned his face slightly, hooking the corners of his mouth. In order for Bruce to see clearly, he pulled Mu Mo over, grabbed his throat with his hand, and forced the muzzle of the gun into his mouth with the other hand.

"go to hell."

he said to Bruce, a mocking smile in his green eyes.

--boom!

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That, Bruce and Barrel is a Bat-family relationship.