[Comprehensive British and American] Skyfall

A good brother needs to consider all aspects of his younger brother.

Jason is only 15 years old this year, he should go to school.

Sisley declined Jason's request to form a team and had a serious first family meeting on the issue.

"I can't take orders a few times a year, and I don't need an assistant." Sisley poured a glass of milk for Jason, who was unilaterally angry at him, and added a big spoonful of sugar, "I drive at Palmer Park. I have a flower shop, 'Everyflower', which is doing very well, only open from Tuesday to Friday. If you want to help me sell flowers or something, of course I will."

What kind of mercenaries are minors!

Jason ignored him.

Sisser, who had never raised a cub before, was so big that he wanted to sigh. He reached out and touched his younger brother's head, and said, "Jason, listen to me—I'm not denying your ability, I just think that you are still young. You are only 15 years old, you should go to see the bigger world. I don't know what you have been through before that, but Jason... the future is your own, the future is brand new, how you live is up to you It's decided. I can only protect you by your side, give you a suggestion, hold your hand when you are confused, and prevent you from turning in circles or falling."

Holding the milk at the right temperature, Jason lowered his head and took a sip. His mouth was filled with the mellow milk taste, which was still his favorite sweetness.The inexplicable sense of anxiety that lingered in his heart since Sisley refused his request slowly dissipated.

"The future? What is it like?"

There was a little confusion in his tone, stuffy, and a little depressed.

Before he became Robin, he was just an ordinary gangster in Gotham, hiding in a dark broken house, thinking about how to survive every day.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have pried the Batmobile's tires afterwards.

After being brought home and adopted by Bruce, he had a goal, an ideal——

Be a better Robin than Dick and a superhero as great as Batman.

But these are all things in the past, and he doesn't think about them now.

——Batman has a new Robin, he doesn't need him anymore, and he's already "dead".

Jason couldn't imagine the future that Sisley was talking about. The word "future" was always far away, so far away that he couldn't see it.

During this period of time, he also thought a lot, and he could barely be called "the future".

If Sisley hadn't come to rescue him, he would have either died or become an outlaw—he would have broken the bottom line of "no killing" with his own hands, he would have killed the clown and those scumbags!

Batman would stop him, like a criminal, and maybe send him to Blackgate or... Arkham.

- They will stand on opposite sides of each other.

What a fucking future, Jason thought!

"Did you ask me?"

Sisley thought about it for a while, and said, "Jason, our experiences are different, which also leads to different choices. If you ask me, I can only tell you, learn more knowledge, and then go out and have a look You can't confine yourself to Gotham, your future should not be limited to this. The world is so big, you may not have enough time in this life to see and understand bit by bit."

"I still say that, you are only 15 years old, and you are too young."

"My dear brother, I assure you that Arkham will only be a nightmare you once had, and it will never appear again. I will ask them for all the harm you have suffered. If you want Avenge myself with my own hands, and I will block all obstacles for you."

"I am your brother, and I will always protect you."

Anyway, he's just a mercenary, not a superhero.But whoever hurt his family must pay the price.

Jason felt that his eyes might not be his own anymore, he obviously didn't want to cry!

Jason, who firmly denied that he was crying, wiped his eyes with his sleeve indiscriminately, and suffocated half of the milk left. He clearly accepted his brother's suggestion in his heart, but he insisted: "I can study at home, and the degree certificate is not enough. important!"

He used to go to school to catch up on sleep in a different place, even if he has been sleeping, his grades can stand out from the crowd!

Sisley glanced at him silently, then took out her degree certificates and arranged them one by one on the coffee table.

National Autonomous University of Mexico's Master's Degree in Economics, Caltech's Master's in Astronomy, Caltech's Doctorate in Economics, and the University of Detroit's Master's in Mechanical Engineering.

The four degree certificates were dazzling, as if silently mocking Jason's innocence.

Jason: ...

Do all mercenaries have such a high degree of education now?

Sisley: "I'm just a part-time mercenary, and the flower shop owner is my full-time job."

Jason gritted his teeth, put down the empty glass, and said forcefully, "Isn't it just going to college? I'm going!"

He didn't believe it, a degree certificate is so difficult to get.

Sisley: The plan works!

In early March, Cicely sent Jason to the University of Detroit, where Jason chose himself as a literature major.

Although Jason's IQ is high enough for university standards, since he is only 15 years old, the school needs a letter of guarantee signed by a guardian.

Detroit's crime rate is not as high as Gotham, nor is it a hard-hit area like New York, but its crime rate is also on the list in the United States.

Jason took the letter of guarantee back and showed it to Cicely: "The guardian's signature is required."

Sisley read the letter of guarantee carefully, and signed his name with the guardian.

Jason:?

Shouldn't it be your adoptive father's name?

Although the words were not spoken, Sissery understood: "I moved my hukou out when I was 19 years old. My papa and I have two hukou, and you are on my hukou."

As I said before, his papa is also a mercenary, but because of his excellent painting style, he provoked countless enemies.In order to prevent the enemies from coming to his house by following the clues—of course, he is not afraid of them, but he is afraid of scaring the neighbors—when he was 19 years old, he discussed with his papa and decided to move out of the household registration.

Fortunately, none of his papa's enemies thought that this guy with such a good painting style that he didn't fit in would have an adopted son, and he lived a very peaceful life these years.

His only worry now is that he doesn't know where Papa has gone. He hasn't been home for five years.

Sisley sighed slightly worried, handed the signed letter of guarantee to Jason, and said, "I'll take you there, the store is just about to open."

Jason nodded, took out a bag of cranberry cookies from the snack cabinet and put it in his schoolbag, folded the guarantee letter and stuffed it in.

To be honest, he was quite happy about his account in Sisley. After all, he had never met this adoptive father who only existed in the dialog box, and he didn't know what his attitude would be when he saw him in the future.

Although the surname "Wilson" is one of the top ten common surnames in the United States, as common as Chinese cabbage, he still feels as if he has heard it somewhere and can't remember it, but it feels weird.

Sisley, who was wearing his seat belt, turned his head to look at him: "Don't worry, I, Papa, won't dislike you. He likes children very much. If he doesn't like you, there's me!"

Jason: ...

Jason narrowed his emerald green eyes and asked, "Can you brain me?"

Sisley: ...Oh, it's exposed!

He chose to remain silent.

Jason snorted: "Don't fool me in the future, you can fool others."

Sisley defended himself: "I'm not fooling others casually. It's very impolite. I was just curious about what you were thinking just now. I even forgot to lock the door."

Door unlocked?

Jason glanced back, then turned back, eyes full of accusations: You are lying to me!

Sisley waved his right hand: "I can control metal."

Immediately, Jason's eyes became more meaningful, he pondered for a while, and asked, "Have you ever thought that you might be the son of Magneto or Professor X?"

Can control the mind, and can control metal... emmm, didn't a detective say such a sentence?

——Eliminate all impossibilities, and what remains, no matter how impossible, is the truth.

Come to think of it, it's really possible!

Some mutants have all sorts of strange abilities, maybe there really is an ability that can affect boys and girls!

Sisley rolled his eyes and let him experience it for himself.

Still boys?He still has a body of steel similar to that of Superman. Is he still the son of Superman?

It seems that I am too idle, thinking too much, and I will get busy after class.

Jason was indeed busy.

The University of Detroit did not have a Department of Literature in the past. This department was only established six years ago, but its faculty is very strong, which is not inferior to other departments in the school.Every lecturer and professor is hired by the school at a high price. There is also a separate library on the campus dedicated to the literature of various countries, and even the original complete works of Shakespeare.

Jason liked it very much. In order to submerge himself in the ocean of literature, he resolutely applied for accommodation even without his brother who loved him.

Sisley: ...

Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot?

Although heartbroken, Sisley still thoughtfully paid for a single dormitory for his lovely brother, and went to school to find him every day, in case he forgot to eat and drink in the ocean of literature. sleep.

15-year-old children should go to bed early and get up early, prohibit staying up late, and have two glasses of milk every morning and evening, in order to grow tall and healthy.

In this regard, Jason said: "You really look like Ah Fu."

Sisley patted his head, but didn't ask who Ah Fu was.

It has been almost four months since Sisley rescued Jason. Before mid-November last year, they were still strangers.Sometimes fate is really the same as fate, which makes people love and hate.

No matter how considerate and gentle Sisley was, the tormented Jason couldn't really completely forget those two months in Arkham, they would still come to scare him in his dreams from time to time.But every time he woke up from the nightmare, he would see a faint golden light surrounding him, like the warm morning light, protecting him and comforting him.

This is Sisley's "shield", which can isolate all physical damage and mental attacks, and can also reflect magic.As long as someone attacked him, no matter where Sisley was, he would immediately rush to his side.

"I am your brother, and I will always protect you."

Jason was suddenly not afraid.

He sat up from the bed and looked out the window.

A gnawed moon hung in the sky, and the wind blew by, rustling the leaves.Summer is coming soon, and the chirping insects have begun to make sounds, sparsely, not many, and not noisy.Listen carefully, at this point, there are still people talking, and I don't know if I can get up for class tomorrow...

The heart that was so frightened and beating violently slowly returned to normal speed, and the drowsiness came back again. Jason yawned big, and while stuffing himself into the quilt embroidered with golden tulips on the corner, he thought about going back tomorrow. go home.

He wants to eat the cookies Sisley made...

By the way, go back to see his brother who is alone in the empty nest.

Thinking about it, Jason fell into a deep sleep.

Sisley, who was supposed to be sleeping in a small suburban villa, was standing on the roof of Jason's dormitory, fully armed, holding a batley covered in golden slender runes in both hands.

He took an order to go to the Caribbean overnight.Before leaving, he came to see Jason.

Originally, he didn't want to come back tomorrow, but this order involved several mutants of not low level, so he had to find a way to deal with them properly.

But now...

He'd better make a quick decision.

"Good night, Jason!"