[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Tim leaned against the deck railing to blow the air, holding a drink in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.A little better than Jason, he served ginger ale masquerading as champagne.

Seriously, even the most stupid person can't recognize the difference between red wine and cola, right?

"Thank you," he smirked, "adding unnecessary gossip to me."

Jason lolled beside him, leaning on the railing to stretch his back, and Tim saw the action as exactly the same as Blake stretched in Titan Tower.It is indeed a brother of the cat country.he thought.

"Your gossip is Henry Best," he said, using the pseudonym he used to buy the ticket. "What's the matter with me, Jason Todd?"

"Wonderful," Tim swallowed his ginger ale, "I remember you, and I hold a grudge."

Jason slapped him on the waist, so startled that he almost spit out the soda, "I'm super scared, I swear."

Tim gave him a dark look, "The problem we have to face, Captain Rogers is not at the reception."

"Yes, I looked around," Jason propped himself up, "Stark attracts ants like fruit candy dropped on the ground, you are the smaller one. I also saw Dr. Banner, except No other Avengers seen."

"You've got to the point. I found out that Stark and Banner are the only people who bought tickets with their real names." Tim put down the ginger ale and twirled the phone in his hand, "The other Avengers use It's a false identity, and I found out that they bought tickets based on the Stark business account."

"So they are hiding their identities? Well, it's understandable. After all, this is not a private reception, and the Avengers is a semi-public organization."

None of the apprentices taught by Bruce knows how to collect intelligence, which is the basic skill of their graduation.But it's different when this job falls into Tim's hands. His sources of information are all kinds of strange, and among the countless information, he can easily pick out the one they need most.

Maybe it's really not Bruce's fault for Tim to succeed Robin, Jason himself will be corrupted by his perfect logistics service.It makes sense that Bruce didn't resist his "Drake sweetness."

Timmy, that's great.

There were footsteps behind them, slowly.Due to tonight's reception, there are only the two of them on this deck.Jason and Tim tacitly stopped talking about the previous topic.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to them, and Jason was keenly aware that the owner of the footsteps was targeting them.But Jason has no acquaintances on this ship, and those who come to Tim should abide by the unspoken rules of etiquette in the upper class.

He secretly tensed all the muscles in his body, ready to exert strength.

It was not just the sound of footsteps, he heard the sound of the wind, and the human body jumped up and rushed towards him.A pair of slender hands first reached his shoulders from behind.

Jason grabbed those hands with his backhand and threw them back, exerting force on his waist, a standard roundabout kick!

Tim turned around earlier than him, and saw the man earlier, "This is a misunderstanding!" He reacted immediately.

The person who attacked, or jumped on him, was thrown by Jason, and her body bounced lightly in mid-air, her sneakers kicking on Jason's kicked calf.

Her strength far exceeds the appearance of this series of light movements.Jason fell back in shock, leaning against the railing.Jason opened his eyes wide, looking at the person in front of him in surprise.

The lady's blond hair fell like a waterfall, covering her face.She parted her hair with a cute movement, revealing a pair of strange blue-green pupils, and a little bit of silver light sprinkled in those eyes like star crumbs.

"I'm on board," she said excitedly, "I've got a pair of human legs!"

"Woohoo," Jason groans meaninglessly, looking up and down the lady, cheap t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, "woohoo," he groans again, "Tim, look, the story of The Little Mermaid is upon us put on."

Jason's client, Glenia, is a long-lived mermaid who has lived for an unknown amount of time.Before boarding the boat, Jason confirmed the itinerary with her, and she said that she would follow them.Jason thought that "keep up" meant swimming behind the cruise ship's ass, but she didn't expect that she could actually switch legs and run onto the ship.

By the way, the way the Little Mermaid used to get on the boat is to climb up directly along the anchor, that is to say, she didn't actually buy a boat ticket.

This saves money.Jason commented so.

The clothes and shoes she brought are said to be stock from the last time she went ashore, so they are not very in line with the current trend.Fortunately, the longevity species is naturally beautiful, even wearing a burlap bag can't hide her amazing beauty.

Although Glenia insists that he has been in contact with human society and "has a wealth of experience in terrestrial life."But after Tim took her into their two-person suite, Glenia bangs her head on the French window, because she doesn't know that it's actually an oversized window that takes up an entire wall.

"This is 'rich life experience on land'," Jason sat on the sofa and laughed heartlessly, "at least you know it's glass, and I'll give you one point."

Tim tried to ease the atmosphere, "It's normal not to notice for a while, wait," he stopped Glenia from trying to eat the paper on the table, "That's not for eating, it's, uh, for It’s like a towel for wiping things.”

The mermaid's eyes blinked innocently, "I thought it was similar to seaweed, we would eat the young part, and use the old part to polish the scales on the tail."

"Thank you for spreading ocean knowledge to us." Jason put his feet on the coffee table, was kicked down by Tim, and put them back up again, "Since you can exchange your tail for human legs, why don't you go ashore to find them yourself?"

"This is the result of witchcraft." Glenia said, patted her slender legs with her tender hands, "I can't touch water during this period, and I will turn back into a mermaid if I touch water. And this spell can't be used So many times, we only use it every few years."

"What does Andersen have to do with you?" Jason grabbed the pillow and tucked it behind his waist, and lay comfortably on the sofa. "I now believe that he must have a beautiful love with some mermaid."

Glenia just looked at him suspiciously.Also, the mermaid who can eat tissues cannot be forced to know the name of the terrestrial writer.

"In short," Tim concluded the topic, "you can stay with us temporarily, and we will help you find Captain Rogers."

The first day aboard the Full Moon Selene is over quickly.It was around midnight after the dinner party, and they brought Glenia back at eleven o'clock.The mermaid part of Jason was already clamoring for a lack of water.

It's so strange, as a real mermaid, Glenia doesn't worry about lack of water, but Jason, a fake fish, has to soak in the water for an hour or two every day, not to mention that he can drink four or five liters of water a day now .

But no matter when, bathing is a kind of enjoyment.The scent of the scented candle blends with the water vapor, the warm water caresses the skin, and the dense foam squeezes affectionately on the water surface, submerging the red fish tail in a piece of pure white.

The steaming Jason came out of the bathroom happily pinching his little yellow duck, and saw Tim sitting on his two-meter round bed playing computer at a glance.

Pure joy is gone.

"This is my bedroom," Jason said, wrapping around a bath towel, clumsily clutching the squeaky little yellow duckling in his hand. He stepped back into the bathroom, closed the door, and came out in a few seconds, affirming Nodding, "This is my bedroom, what are you doing here?"

Tim looked away from the computer screen. "Although Miss Glenia is a mermaid, friendly reminder, she is also a female mermaid. I gave her the bedroom to sleep in."

Jason glanced around and found that Tim's suitcase was spread out on the ground, the clothes inside were scattered in a mess, and a corner of the uniform suitcase could be seen in the gap.

Even if Jason is always sarcastic, he can't say such nonsense as letting the donor of the money sleep on the sofa, "I'm going to sleep on the sofa?"

Tim closed his laptop and slid his upper body off the bed like a pool of fried eggs to reach his clothes, "You slept with me in the same bed when you were a cat, isn't the two-meter bed not enough for your fish tail to toss around? ?”

"Forget it," Jason squeezed the little yellow duck and squealed, "I'm going to sleep on the sofa and enjoy your night."

He casually grabbed his own pillow and withdrew.Tim raised his eyebrows behind him, "I don't lock the door, the left half of the bed is yours."

He knew that what Tim said made sense, Jason, who rolled off the sofa for the third time, opened his eyes, and broke into the bedroom with a pillow in his arms in a daze.

The small bump on the bed that belonged to Tim rose and fell, proving that the man wrapped in the blanket was still breathing.Jason fell to his left and fell asleep.He briefly wondered if he'd be able to fall asleep next to Tim.

He thought too much, after all, when he was a cat, he slept under Tim's blanket every day.

It is very simple to find Captain America on the Full Moon Selene. This is the rule summed up after Tim hacked into the surveillance of the cruise ship.As long as there are Tony Stark and a lot of people in a place at the same time, the textbook portraits that don't like to join in the fun will definitely not stay there.

Jason understood his thoughts very well, "It is full of meaningless social occasions, and most people here will have a hot head. A party with friends is a party."

When he said this, he was lying on a beach chair on the deck sunbathing, with a pair of sunglasses on his face.On the other side of the deck, a man wearing a peaked cap was sitting on the steps, lowering his head to write and draw in a sketchbook. He noticed Jason's gaze, and the man turned his head to meet Jason's gaze. Jason held up the ice coke as a gesture.

Captain America Steve Rogers, he may not know that his body is far more conspicuous than his face.

Tim lay peacefully on the beach chair next to him, "I think I'm really here for vacation." There was a bit of dreamy erratic in his tone, "Party, party is actually good, it's for accepting new things and getting information important channel."

"I don't understand what's popular here," Jason said while drinking Coke with a straw in his mouth. "At the time when the captain was dancing, they were still dancing at the reception. Look at last night, a group of strangers got together and chatted about inexplicable gossip. Blues jazz became Rock and roll, everyone dancing on a dancefloor with bright lights, swinging their hair around light bulbs, and you're standing in front of the buffet like an idiot, trying to figure out if what's in front of you is edible."

"You didn't talk as much as you did last night. You're biased." Tim said something fair, and he paused briefly, "Did you find resonance with the captain?"

Sometimes it doesn't make that much of a difference to wake up to the past decades and years.Waking up in a model room built by S.H.I.E.L.D. is the same feeling as waking up in a coffin.

Jason said indifferently, "You ask too many questions, baby bird."

Tim spread his hands innocently, "I won't ask," he tactfully changed the subject, "Where did Miss Glenia go, haven't we already found someone for her?"

Jason stretched out a finger from the hand holding the Coke cup, pointing to the hidden corner of the corner, where there was a small golden head.

He sings like an aria, "When I saw her in the sea, I thought she was a ruthless predator who would drag me into the water the next second."

Tim continued, "And she looks like a little girl in love right now."

Jason sighed wistfully, "Oh, love."

"Oh, love," Dick sighed.

He found Tim's check-in record at the Venice Hotel. Obviously, the day Miss Mermaid went ashore was hidden here by his well-behaved and caring baby brother.

The monitoring can't find anything, of course, Tim will take care of everything, like a ruthless scissors, cut off all the proofs of Miss Mermaid's existence.

Dick sighed melancholy, for the trouble Bruce had caused by attracting bees and butterflies when he was young-the love crystallization of humans and mermaids.The leader of the Wayne family is no longer qualified to remind them of the small details of their love life.No, he has lost the right to be their role model.

Fate is so wonderful that Bruce's fish-tailed daughter fell in love with her adoptive brother whom she had never met the first time she went ashore.Thinking of this, Dick's heart throbbed.Before Jason knew he had a wonderful crush, he was lying under six feet forever.

And Tim, this sensible little detective, will one day be willing to become a substitute in love, just to let Miss Mermaid see the shadow of her first love in her dream.

It was so unfair to the baby bird, he knew that in some ways Tim seemed to be replacing Jason as Batman's assistant.Now, he is going to replace Jason as a stand-in for others to place their feelings on.

This is undoubtedly an insult to pure feelings.But Dick was shocked by the determination revealed in Tim's words. He firmly believed that one day he would be able to heal the scars in the other person's heart and become the person who really stepped into the heart.It's a love story that fills Dick with pity for his little brother, a restless, wounded merman and a loyal, brave young man.

It's no wonder that when Barbara called, he would tell her this mermaid love song that was comparable to a story post on a forum.Of course, he remembers the promise he made with Tim, erasing the relationship between the merman and Bruce from the story.

"Well——" Barbara's voice was a little troubled, "Have you ever thought about it, you think too much, Dickie. You always have extra romantic cells."

Dick was still depressed by Tim's grief, "I hope it's not true, Babs."

Barbara murmured hesitantly on the phone, dragging out various modal particles, but she still made up her mind, "I'll show you something."

The information was sent immediately, Dick clicked on the link, and the page jumped to a news item.

It was a gossip, not a headline at all, published by an obscure tabloid.

"Wayne's Adopted Son and His Lover Spend Twelve Days on a Luxury Cruise Ship".

The accompanying picture is a night reception. An ordinary-looking man put his arms around the waist of Dick's baby brother and led him out of the crowd.

Dick himself usually reads family gossip. He can tell people at least ten different versions of the love and hatred of the Wayne family in Gotham.

While the news still made Dick's gossip-trained heart wince, Barbara pointed the truth out sharply.

"Your love story is BE, Dickie."

In the eerie silence that spanned the space, Barbara began to think about how to weave this story into a good case for her girls.

The love and hatred in the Gotham tabloids should not be taken seriously, let alone the fanboys in the forums.

The author has something to say: I am so angry that I am so angry that my computer freezes a second before posting. Fortunately, the mobile phone can be synchronized with the PC, otherwise the posting will fail