[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Jason woke up earlier than Tim, and he pushed his face deep into the pillow, trying to smother himself in the soft fabric.

Warmth and a sense of security, all the things a person needs in his life are in the bed, so why can't he lie in bed for a lifetime?

The sound of the other person's breathing is especially noticeable as he enjoys the sleepy good times of the early morning.Jason turned his head the other way, toward Tim.

Jason suspected that the standard for Bruce to pick up a child at home was good-looking, and the boy had to have an extra pair of black hair and blue eyes.Otherwise, it wouldn't explain why a stray dog ​​like Jason would be thrown back to Wayne Manor to be cleaned.

So, of course he knew Tim was good-looking.He just subconsciously doesn't pay attention to them.Every good thing about Tim made him rage before he turned into a cat and squeezed under his successor's bed.

Including that pretty face.

Jason turned around completely and observed Tim with the rigorous attitude of doing academic research.The morning light from the sea sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains, and a ray of light fell on Tim's face. The young man didn't notice it, his rosy face was deformed by the squeeze of the pillow.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward.Tim's mouth opens, inhaling and exhaling in rhythm with his breathing.

Jason's hand reached out.

Wipe the drool off his mouth with the quilt.

He used a little force, and Tim barely opened his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Wow, he could hear a little Gotham accent in Tim's mouth one day, worth it!

"Go to sleep." Jason put his quilt over Tim's head, and the young man struggled symbolically a few times under it, and stopped moving.

Grania has gradually come out of the embarrassment period, and now can chat with Captain America for hours every day.Mermaids and humans, one lacks the knowledge of land life, and the other lacks knowledge of modern life, Jason has to teach him to post emojis.

Jason and Tim took the time to test whether the psychedelic factor in the mermaid's singing could be eliminated through mobile phone transmission.The results are exciting.This indicates that this task will be over soon, and Jason will not have to drag a fish tail to soak in the bathtub every night, and beware of Tim coming to snatch his little yellow duck.

The little yellow duck was disassembled by Tim in the Venice Hotel, and now not only takes a bath with Jason, but also takes a bath with Tim every day.

This little yellow duck has endured too much.

Glenia sprawled on the couch in a dress that Tim paid for later on the cruise.The Full Moon Selene is a miniature city built on the sea, as long as they want, they can go shopping in it all day long.

It's a pity that Tim has already spent too much money on them. If one day the young capitalists want them to pay, Jason will have to cover Tim with an 800-year-old quilt in a maid outfit.

The posture of the mermaid playing with the mobile phone can be seen to be very rusty. To type, you need to poke the screen with two fingers, and there is a satisfied smile on your pretty face.

Jason sat on the sofa and ordered today's breakfast, and said casually, "I didn't expect Captain America's name to be so big that underwater creatures worship him."

"Worship? No, we only worship the ocean." Glenia turned over on the sofa, lay on her back and raised her phone, revealing the mermaid's slender, white legs, which were forged by witchcraft.

"Life on land is very far away from us," said Glenia, "the eight kingdoms that were divided from ancient Atlantis ruled the water."

"Could it be that the figure and face of America's Sweetheart conquered you?" Jason picked up the menu, put his fist to his lips and thought, and after a while he made his own decision, "For breakfast, I will eat fish steak and fried eggs and toast. Lai Bed pigs and internet-addicted mermaids have no say."

Glenia tapped and typed with two fingers on the phone again, her turquoise eyes wandered around, she glanced at Jason, and did not resist his temptation, "When I first met him, he looked like Not half as strong as yours." The mermaid recalled, "Slim and thin, always coughing."

It seems that the time when the mermaid met Steve for the first time was before Steve accepted the transformation of the US government. Mermaids are long-lived species, and it is not surprising that they can live to be nearly a hundred years old.

Glenia put the phone on his chest and said, "He looks very different now, only his eyes are the same."

"It sounds like you guys had a romantic past."

"It has nothing to do with romance." Glenia shook her head, her phone's screen lit up, and she pushed her head to send Steve a message, "It's just a promise."

When the delivered breakfast cooled, Tim crawled out of the room with slumped steps like a zombie.Jason himself was not the owner of a healthy schedule, but Tim completely surpassed him in this area, and even crushed him.

The talented young man talked about going on a boat for vacation, and he was still dealing with work in the air, and the young man Taita was also concerned about it.When Jason suggested that he could go back first, the neck of the man whose dark circles almost fell to the ground twisted around, "Don't think about throwing me alone to Dick."

Yes, in the busy online office life, Dick, the soul part-time tabloid reporter, texts and babbles with Tim every day.Jason gave advice, "You should block him."

With coffee in one hand, Tim typed quickly with the other, "Then he'll come to me on another trumpet, call black, change trumpet, call black, change trumpet."

Seeing Tim finally leave the big round bed.Grania's side is also going well.Jason put away his dinner plate and was about to go out.

"Jason," Tim's weak voice came from behind, and the young man slumped his head on the table, "Did you know that the blond lady from that night came to contact me yesterday?"

Jason frowned and thought about it carefully, and then he dug out from the back of his head the blonde girl who left a phone number on his palm with lipstick at the reception when he fished Tim out.

"She returned to the arms of Little President Drake?" Jason blew a whistle, "Congratulations, you won a point, there should be a new serial in the newspaper."

"No need." Tim said slowly, "Just to tell you, I think there is something wrong with her, and I'm going to check her."

"Do you need me to give you her number, although I have wiped off the lipstick marks long ago, but I still remember the number."

"I remember that too," Tim said, adding under Jason's raised eyebrow, "a few casual glances."

Come on, little detective.

Compared with the other two roommates who can stay in the room all day long, Jason is more than happy to hang out on the boat and enjoy the wind.

When people stand on the sea, away from the land, they can forget many things.Looking from the boat, the sky and the sea are endless blue, and people seem very small in it.Even love, hatred, joy and anger have become insignificant.

This openness infected Jason unconsciously, so that he could maintain a relatively calm mood when he received a call from Thalia.

There is not much clue about what Thalia was asked to investigate, and Jason subconsciously concealed a lot of information from Thalia at that time.Thalia suggested that he could go back to the big caste, where there might be a solution.He agreed lightly on his face.

"You seem to be very close to your successor," Thalia said, and Jason wasn't surprised she would know this. "He has good talents, but don't forget his position." She didn't know if it was good intentions or malice "In that city, they will only have one side," he reminded.

"I understand." Jason hung up the phone.

Of course he understood that in Gotham, there was only one side other than criminals.

That's Batman.

The indescribable anger overwhelmed the originally good mood.Jason rested his head on the railing, inhaled, exhaled, and remained calm.

You have known this for a long time, and you have understood all this long ago, why can't you face the reality squarely.The reality is that you will never be the most important one, because you can't be the one on your own.How ridiculous it is to beg for love from others under such circumstances.

He didn't know if it was because the magic that Best cast on him had worked.During this period of time, he could rarely feel the breath of Lazarus Pool.There was a time, when he just regained his sanity, Jason thought he had been marinated by that waste pond, and every pore on his body exuded the smell of hellish sulfur.

After he got out of that madness, he looked at his plans a little bit and realized that everything about Batman should be cut out.That is a factor of instability. Red Hood wants to gain a foothold in Gotham's underground world. The most important thing is to bite and swallow other people's territory before everyone reacts, and establish his own position in the whirlpool-like intricate city B.

Instead of wasting energy playing games with vigilantes.

The bottom line is that he wants to use something to prove that he is still loved.It's like a lost dog thrown out of the house, chasing the car that left it for several kilometers, biting the owner's hand severely, and pitifully hoping to be brought back to the big house with a warm fireplace.

Use hurt to verify love.Ridiculously naive.Stupid. Forced to outrageous.

The existence of Timothy Drake is a proof, as is the fact that the Joker is alive today.It proves that there is no place for him in that family, and that the conflict of their ideas is irreconcilable.

They can be friends, rivals, beacons of guidance, and idols of admiration.But it wasn't his family anymore, even though he knew until his death that Bruce would always love him as a father.

Because too much time has passed, there is no place for him on the stage.Bruce's love was distributed to more people, and he was no longer the little boy who occupied his eyes.

Jason took a deep breath quietly, waiting for the anger in his heart to dissipate.

Learn to live with his own anger, which was taught him by others.He always easily forgets this.

He tried to divert his attention to other places and stop thinking about bad things.

"You don't look well, Mr. Best." A familiar voice.

Jason turned his head, and the man who parted ways with him at the Marine Multipurpose Sports Hall last night stood behind him with a pitiful smile on his face, "Maybe you finally realized that all the rich men from Gotham are the same as Bruce Wayne appearance. They are a group of emotionless demons who only use their colorful faces to deceive others."

Oh, Jason understood, the man who tried to pry into Tim's corner repeatedly probably thought he had a bad fight with Tim, the little gold master, and ran out alone to sulk.

The man came closer and put a hand on Jason's shoulder, "I haven't seen you guys walking together since that night. See the facts clearly, friend, he doesn't take you seriously at all."

Dick's story bank needs to update the plot.Jason resisted the other party's displeasure for crossing the social distance, and badly thought of playing with the other party.

He turned his eyes away as if to cover up, and the corners of his eyes were reddened on purpose, "Will you pay more for me? You look no different from them."

"I will give the truth, as long as you are willing to accept it." The man smiled and said seductively, "Let me take you to meet interesting things, and you can see my sincerity."

Jason had seen a lot of people like this. In high society, they would throw out a little sweetness that could lull the poor man, and fooled everyone else.When the other party pays his heart for him, he will withdraw and leave.Essentially, what they enjoy is the process of taming wild horses.

Unfortunately, Jason has seen a lot of things, and he has no shortage of free time to play with others.

"What's your name, you haven't introduced yourself to me yet."

The man bowed slightly, "Joel Lauder, nice to meet you."

"Okay, Lauder." Jason patted his hand on his shoulder, and got closer before the other party was dissatisfied, leaning on Lauder, "Do you have anything interesting that you want me to see."

The smile on the corner of Lauder's mouth widened, "Do you want to meet him, biochemical man?"

Jason's pupils dilated under the sunlight on the sea surface, and the strange blue light was fleeting.

"Cyborg." He chewed the word, realizing that his leisure time was gone.

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I didn't realize that I didn't include the provision in the part that was to be divided with the Batman

Brother: How innocent am I?