Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

It was late at night, and the moon quietly climbed up to the corner of the window. Its light was cut to pieces by the carved decorations, and sprinkled on the little boy by the window. Little Jason was lying quietly on the bed, waiting for him What.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a rhythmic knocking sound. It was the sound of something colliding with the window. Little Jason quietly opened his eyes and tiptoed out of bed.

"Boom."

It was the last knock, and little Jason tiptoed to the window. As he expected, a bird with blue feathers stood silently on the flower branch by the window, with a black bean-like size. Eyes fixed on him.

"You're here." Little Jason quietly opened the window.

"Listen, I need you to show me the way, I have to get out of here, who knows what Wayne is thinking..."

Saying that, he touched his face, then shuddered, "He already has a boy with a good ass."

He didn't pay attention. When he heard him talking to himself, the bird that landed on his shoulder was in a very complicated mood. It lowered its head and combed the feathers on its chest, then turned its head again, trying to take a look at its own buttocks. When it saw the familiar feathers, it buried its head under the wings as if to escape.

"Help me find the way." Little Jason poked the little blue bird's belly, and it almost stumbled.

……

"I like this bird." Damian announced to the superhero in the Batcave with his head held high. "It trespassed on Wayne's property, so it's my property."

"Oh." Jason made a mocking sound, he reached out and tapped on the monitor screen, "This bird doesn't look like a simple bird, at least I didn't have such a good partner when I was young."

Tim put down the coffee cup in his hand and looked at Bruce questioningly, "Do you need me to stop him at the door?"

"Or let him walk around here?"

"No." Batman spoke. He crossed his arms and sat on the soft chair. "Don't disturb him. We need more information."

"Oh... no no no, it's taking Little Jason to the Batcave!"

Dick couldn't sit still anymore, he let go of his leisurely swaying legs, and jumped up quickly, "We can't let him come to the Batcave." He quickly stripped off his Nightwing uniform and put on his usual clothes, he's Dick Grayson again.

"Are you sure you're not leading the wrong way?" Little Jason looked suspiciously at the surrounding scenery, "Do you think we've gone deep into this eerie house?"

He insisted on cheering himself up in his heart, no matter how mature he was, he was still just a child, spending time in such a strange place, this fact made his clenched hands wet unknowingly, he thought Called the little bird, but the trust in the little bird overwhelmed the suspicion in his heart. After all, this was the first creature he met when he opened his eyes. It never left him, even though he chased it away thousands of times Walk, but when it disappears for a while, it will always appear next to you as if nothing had happened.

He broke the jar, what can he do at worst?It was just sold.

"Hey, Jason."

Suddenly there was such a voice in the darkness, little Jason trembled in fright, his face turned pale, "Who is it?"

"Relax, it's me, a good boy should have a good sleep at this time."

"Oh...Mr. Grayson, I'm going back right now, I just can't sleep." Little Jason raised his hand begging for mercy, "I'm going back right now."

"and many more."

Little Jason turned around mechanically. A handsome man with black hair and blue eyes had already come out of the darkness. He squatted in front of him with a smile on his face, "Don't be scared by me."

Dick looked at Little Jason, "Take your little bird." He sighed, "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

He looked up to the ceiling, and the little blue bird was hiding behind a familiar relief. When he was a child, he liked to jump around the mansion with that relief, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Come here." He held out his hand to the little blue bird.

"I know you can understand what I'm saying."

"Stupid Grayson—how dare he?" Damian held down the long knife on his waist. He was so angry with his brother that he almost drew the knife out of its sheath, but Batman's disapproving eyes made him quiet again. .

"This may be an opportunity." Tim said inexplicably.

"Father, just let them do this—red hood!" Damian turned his head angrily, only to find that there was no one behind him.

They went back to little Jason's room, only to find that Jason was already waiting in the room. He was leaning lazily on the bed with a red and black book in his hand. When he saw Dick, the corner of his mouth curled up. Picking up, he closed the book with one hand.

"I knew you would never be able to refuse someone asking you for help," Jason said.

"He's not someone else."

"Tell me, kid, what do you want to know? No one knows your affairs better than me, don't be so flustered, when I was ten years old..."

"Aha, now I remember, old Tom wants to adopt me as his dirty adopted son," he said, making a quotation mark gesture in the air with two fingers.

Dick's eyes widened. He had never heard Jason say this before, "Little Wing..." He stepped forward hesitantly and sat next to Jason, "You never said that."

"What are you talking about?" Little Jason sneered sharply. "Who will an orphan tell it to? Who will listen? They will only think that I am born a bad breed."

The little blue bird also lowered its head.

"But you know you're not." Jason said calmly, he stretched out his hand to ruffle little Jason's hair, "My current life is better than the most extravagant fantasy in my dreams."

"I've got loyal friends, a house that's sheltered from the elements, money I can't spend, and I've got a cat—"

"You also have a cat!" Little Jason looked at him excitedly.

"The most important thing is that I have a family that I can fight for." Jason smiled and looked at himself when he was young. He looked at the thin child as if he saw an unattainable dream.

Jason: "Be Robin."

Little Jason suddenly lost the desire to continue asking questions. He was still wary of the house and the people in it, but the picture his future self described was too beautiful, but his eyes were still full of confusion.

He asked doubtfully, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Jason was stunned. He never thought little Jason would ask such a question. He stroked his lips with his finger, as if thinking: "Regret?"

With memories in his eyes, he said lightly: "No, I have never regretted it."

"I...can I really be Robin?"

"Oh...you will be the most competent one." Dick stretched out his hand, and he hugged little Jason in his arms, "You will be the best Robin."

He blinked mischievously: "It's just a little worse than me."

Little Jason buried his head in Dick's arms, he didn't speak, but red crept up to his ears quietly, and he couldn't help but be full of hope for the future - something he thought he would never have in his life.

He screwed up anyway, and during a night watch, little Jason hangs his head in frustration, "You shouldn't be there!" Damian accuses.

"But I saved you!" He was dizzy with such accusations, "If it wasn't for me! I would be dead!" "I can't die." Damian turned around roughly, "Thanks to you , My whole month of effort was wasted."

Damian took a breath, "I really don't know how you deceived your father and others. In my opinion, you are completely unworthy of being Robin."

He flicked the cloak, fired the claw gun, and disappeared without looking back, leaving little Jason standing there alone. He lowered his head and turned slowly. In the process, he saw Taking off his yellow cloak, he almost choked.

"I'll probably never be a good Robin."

"Oh... no, Jason, you're a good boy."

"Who? Who's talking?" Little Jason heard a familiar voice. He clenched the long stick in his hand, arched his body, and looked around vigilantly as he prepared to meet the attack.

"come out."

No one answered him, only the wind of Gotham was blowing at night, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead...

"Hi, what are you doing?"

"Hey! It hurts." The long stick in Little Jason's hand hit the visitor's chest the moment the sound sounded, making the sound of gold and stone colliding. The force he used was so strong that it shocked him for a moment. His hands were numb, and the person who came came pretended to cry out in pain.

He was so shaken that he took a few steps back, but he forgot that he was standing on a narrow roof——

Little Jason fell, waving his limbs, falling rapidly, seeing the lights of the building flashing in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes in despair——

A stronger force caught him, and he hit a soft cushion, and there was a creaking sound.

He hesitantly opened his eyes——

"I'm sorry." A silly smile appeared in front of him, a man with blue eyes put his arms around him and raised the corners of his mouth, Little Jason was surprised to find that he almost fell on him——

Beneath them was a smashed and shattered car.

"This is not good." The man shrank his neck, God knows how such a big bunch of people can look like a puppy who has done something wrong.

"What the hell are you?" Little Jason blurted out the swear words that A Fu had repeatedly taught him to hold back. He clutched his beating heart, feeling like he was about to fall down.

"We'll talk about this later..." The man dragged his tone. He heard the siren whistle not far away, and grabbed Jason's arm involuntarily.

"We've got to get out of here first, and if Tim knows I'm going to make him lose money as soon as I come to Gotham, I'll be made a watch."