[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

Before coming, Wade hesitated.

"I have prepared a gift." He said, "How should I bring it?"

The reason he said that was because Jason was going to take him to Gotham on a motorcycle, not a car.The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the ground is almost covered with whiteness. You can't drive on the side roads, and you will waste a lot of time on the road, so maybe they will be late. Wade thinks it is very rude, so Jason suggested that he can use the machine Take him there.

He thought for a long time how to solve this trouble, Jason thought he didn't need to bring a gift, it was enough for Wade to go.But he insisted on bringing a gift, and finally Jason compromised. He sighed and said, "I really convinced you."

He asked Wade to sit behind him. The latter wore a down jacket, covered all the gifts in his arms, and then hugged Jason's waist. He put on the hat of the down jacket and buried his face in Jason's back superior.And Jason felt that his waist was going to die here today, because Wade didn't know what Christmas presents he bought, they were packed solemnly in a square gift box, and now they came to torture his waist, he felt himself It's like rubbing against a wall of spikes.

Jason hates the cold, the wind hurts his face, and it snows.He used to hate winter when he wasn't Robin, now that he's Red Hood, he still hates winter.It is not easy for a person to maintain his preferences for a long time. Everything about him does not change as he grows up, so Jason Todd is still Jason Todd, and death cannot change this.He's always been the punk that Batman caught stealing Batmobile tires.

"Oh, Dick's going to be jealous of that," he said casually, "but there's no way, I like to see him act like that."

"Dick is Nightwing."

"That's right," Jason said, and calmly moved a little closer to Wade, blocking him from the wind that was blowing head-on due to acceleration. There was a kind of weight and warmth behind him, and he had never been relied on like this before. So it felt awkward, but he was worried that Wade had a cold, so he did it anyway, "Didn't you already know this?"

"Probably." Wade muttered, a little frustrated, "Dick should have found out that I knew."

No, he didn't find out.Jason thought gloatingly, but I won't remind him, let him be that ignorant fool.

The speeding locomotive shook the wind into a straight line, cutting Jason's face sharply like a blade.

Bluhaven is getting closer to Gotham, and those familiar lights are getting clearer.In a daze, Jason thought he was back in the past, when he was a child, he was patrolling the night here in Gotham.He thought it was the city he was going to guard with Batman, but in fact, he was just an assistant, a substitute for Robin.This city is the same without him, or with him, he is not as important as he imagined.He's gone, and Gotham is Gotham.

The past can no longer touch him, but on this cold night, he suddenly remembered the past. Maybe people will change, but the winter in Gotham is still as cold as before.

"I used to live in Gotham," Wade said, "but I don't remember exactly."

"It's a good thing," Jason said, and he twisted and accelerated, and the locomotive sped out, and the light was getting closer and closer to them. "Gotham is not a city for memories," he said.

"There are still places worth remembering. I remember that the sky above Gotham is very bright at night," as if the light that should have been in the dark alleys has all gone to the sky, and the mud and dirt on the ground have nothing to do with the sky." The Bat Light is the giant moon. Every time it lights up, I think it’s so nice to have that light.”

"You think it would be nice to have a giant bat on the moon?" Jason said. "You just made me laugh. I'd love to share that joke with Roy if I could."

"No," Wade said, "I mean the stars."

"Ok?"

"Many people think that the guardian of Gotham is the moon and Batman. But in fact, you are equally amazing."

"You compare us to the stars?"

Wade didn't answer for a while, he shrank into the down jacket again, embarrassed by what he was going to say next.

After a while, he continued: "Many people, not just Robin. Perhaps everyone in Gotham who has paid for this city and expects to save her is a star."

"Fairy tale world." Jason said.

But his heart was involuntarily touched.

……

Finally arrived at the destination Wayne's old house, when Dick slammed the door, Jason looked down at Wade: "What do you think is going on with this situation?"

"Maybe, he has something to do temporarily." Wade said.

Maybe it's the filter.Jason swears he'll never fall in love, it's so low on IQ.

Dick reopened the door and ushered them into the hall.The moment Wade came in, one, two, or three pairs of eyes cast their gazes on him, only the Bruce Wayne he had seen at the banquet was as still as a mountain, much more cautious than the people around him.The butler was the first to move, and he walked towards Dick: "Master Dick, I think this place should be handed over to me."

Dick nodded.Wade took the vacant seat next to him.

"Hello," Wade said, "It's a pleasure to be invited to Wayne Manor for Christmas."

"There's no need for an introduction," said Dick at once. "I know you all."

Bruce's sharp eyes flicked over to Dick, who stiffened and took it.

And Jason sat next to Damian indifferently, ignoring the latter's gaze staring at him.

"That's Kent's place," he cried.

"I don't think he's coming," Jason said casually.

"Jonathan Kent is Damian's friend," Dick reminded, "Clark's own son."

"He's not my friend," Damian retorted.

Jason glanced at Dick helplessly, and sat next to Tim.

To be honest, the scene was a bit awkward, because everyone except Dick and Bruce was staring at Wade.It wasn't until they were almost done eating that the doorbell rang again that the atmosphere wasn't so weird.

Damian jumped out of his seat first, ran to open the door, and grabbed Jonathan by the collar to the living room.Dick coughed loudly, Tim thought he was considerate and handed him a glass of water.

Finally, Damian understood what he meant, clicked his tongue, and pushed Jonathan forward instead.Little Jonathan was flattered by his sudden tenderness.

"Hello, brothers, Uncle Bruce," he said one by one, "I'm Jonathan Kent."

Bruce nodded at him, Dick smiled at him, and Tim looked at him very friendly, including Jason, who also showed kindness.What a lovely ten-year-old boy!

—especially with Damian Wayne in their family, the boy who redefined ten.

"It's nice of your brothers," Joe said to Damian.The latter almost slipped off the chair without a word.

Joe climbed up on his chair. He wanted to fly, but Damian ruthlessly pushed him back just a few centimeters off the ground. "Be normal! Kent." He warned in a low voice.

"Okay, you're really annoying." Joe was helpless. He leaned into Damian's ear and lowered his voice, then looked around, "So, there are outsiders here?"

Damian hesitated for a moment: "It doesn't count, one of them may be soon..."

Dick with good hearing: "..."

Dick: "Ahem!"

The meal was very strange.But soon, Wade no longer felt uncomfortable.Because of Joe and Damian's jabbering bickering and throwing food at each other, it's pretty hilarious.

After eating, Alfred removed the tableware, and soon, he came over and lit the fire in the fireplace, and the whole hall suddenly became warmer and brighter.It was only then that he noticed that Wayne's old house had obviously been carefully arranged. There was a Christmas wreath hanging on the fireplace, with Christmas bells embedded in it, and a few strings of beads hung down and rested on the edge of the fireplace decorated with red berries.There's a small sign on the wall that says "MC," and snowflake decals on the windows.Damian hit Joe with a candy cane from the basket, who dodged it, giggling.

"No way," Joe grimaced, "Damian, you're too weak."

"Are you looking for a beating?!" Damian immediately jumped off the chair and went after Joe.Two small children were running around the living room.And Tim threw himself on the sofa, curled up and dozed off, Jason sat on the other end of the sofa silently, he kicked Tim lightly: "Don't sleep here, you will regret it tomorrow. "

"If it wasn't for helping you, why would I stay up late." Tim just turned over, the dark red sofa was turned golden by the light from the fireplace, and he sighed, "Forgive me, I'm really not suitable Waking up at this hour, I haven't slept in two days... oh yes, I'm so glad you're back for Christmas."

The last sentence was so solemn that the listener flinched uncomfortably.Jason is really not good at dealing with such words.

"This is not a suitable place to sleep, you can go upstairs." Then, Jason said coldly, and pushed him again.

But Tim was too lazy to talk this time. He muttered something and fell asleep in the firelight of the fireplace. Tim looked younger under the warm orange light. Count a child.After a while, Jason finally shook his head, took off his jacket in compromise, and put it on Tim.

Presents were piled up under the Christmas tree, but none of them seemed to enjoy the process of unwrapping the presents very much, and let the presents be piled crookedly under the tree as decorations.Perhaps, for this group of people with dual identities and different experiences, but who get together, this moment is the best gift.They have gone through hardships, but they are still alive, and they can spend Christmas carefree like ordinary people. This is the greatest happiness.They are willing to exchange all material, pleasure, and superficial things for the peace of the moment.

Bruce looked at his family, his originally hard-faced features gradually softening.

On the long table in the living room, Christmas candles were re-arranged, burning with a warm orange light, and some Christmas balls were thrown everywhere on the floor.There is a Christmas tree in the center. Wade didn't notice it before because the power hadn't been connected yet.Now they were lit up, glowing with different colored lights, just like the one he had seen outside the window that day.

The person who plugged it in smiled up at him, and for a moment Wade couldn't tell whether it was the Christmas tree or Dick's bright smile.The latter took out a gift box from under the Christmas tree, walked up to him, and handed it to him: "It's for you."

Wade also took out his gift for Dick.

"Shouldn't it be demolished now?" He said.

"Gifts are bought and opened anytime you want," Dick said.Wade hugged the gift he received tightly: "Thank you, but I want to wait until I unwrap it."

"As you please."

Wade glanced out the window again.The light snow fell even more heavily, and the whole world seemed to be floating in such fragments of snowflakes, and Merry Christmas songs were faintly playing outside.

"Go for a walk?" Dick suggested.