[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Tim's safehouse is now a dump.

Empty Coke bottles and coffee cans fell to the ground and were kicked away by passers-by.The cold fried chicken was packed in an open cardboard box with several toothpicks poked on it.A paper bucket with a bat painted on it was placed on the table, and there was a pair of unfinished "Nightwings" inside.

The toy that was disassembled this time is Batman, which can be called an SSR among toys.Jason secretly put it next to Xiao Ye, and everyone else pretended not to see it.

Stephanie and Jason were sitting on the rug in front of the TV playing a two-player fighting game, a game Stephanie had never played before and Jason playing for the first time since he climbed out of the coffin.Two people control the characters to peck at each other on the screen.Others bet on them who is the winner.

"Stephen." Cassandra cast the first vote.

"Jason used to be quite skilled," Barbara said. "We used to play a few times in the small living room of the manor. So, sorry, Stade, I choose Jason."

One to one tie, Cassandra and Barbara looked at Tim, who was shocked all over.He noticed that Jason and Stephanie, who were playing games with their backs to them, were also secretly poking and watching.

This is a matter of death, no matter which one is chosen, it is a death option.Tim thought sadly.They do it on purpose.

With a sense of epic pathos, he took a deep breath and said, "I'll take Dick."

"You're cheating." Stephanie accused dissatisfiedly, "We don't welcome Master Duan Shui."

Tim's eyes died, "Stop pretending, it's like if I choose one answer, I won't be beaten. The truth is, no matter who I choose, the other one will come up and smash my head, and then you will help that person , not me."

"Smart." Jason put down the handle perfunctorily and applauded. The villain representing Jason on the screen just hammered the villain representing Stephanie into the blood tank. "So how are you going to find a way out, little Timmy?"

"You learned bad things from Stephen." Tim sighed, "Can I buy a way out with money?"

"Wow," Stephanie covered her mouth in feigned surprise, she rushed over and hugged Cassandra's neck, "The rich man's daughter is here, are you trying to use money to solve the problem?"

Only Barbara managed to retain a bit of conscience. After watching enough of Tim's jokes, she clapped her hands, "Okay, girls, it's time for work soon, and we should evacuate."

Tim looked at Jason hesitantly, and Jason turned his face away, "What are you looking at me for?"

Barbara smiled and said, "Dick doesn't know that you've returned to Gotham, so it's best not to, unless you want to see him standing at your door the next day."

The woman in the wheelchair waved to Jason, "Will you take me down?"

"Of course." Jason stood up, put both hands on the handles on the back of the wheelchair, and pushed Barbara out.

After he and Barbara went out, Stephanie and Cassandra didn't follow them.Instead, Stephanie put her hand on Tim's shoulder and giggled, "It's talk time."

Tim covers his face in frustration. "I knew it."

Barbara and Jason walked into the elevator, Jason pressed the first floor, and was about to press the door button to wait for the other two girls, when Barbara stopped him, "Let's go down first." She said so.

"You want to talk to me alone." Jason's shoulders tensed a bit, but he was still trying to disguise it so that Barbara could not see his nervousness. "So I am more handsome than the golden boy?"

Barbara smiled reassuringly. "This is not an interrogation, Jay."

The elevator door slowly closed and descended.Jason and Barbara are locked in a small iron box, there is no way to avoid it. "You don't think I should hang out with Tim, do you?" Jason asked.

This question is a bit sharp, but Barbara is still not in a hurry or annoyed.She turned around with difficulty, and patted Jason's hand reassuringly, "It's not like that. Tim is a good guy, and so are you. The two of you look after each other, which is reassuring."

"That's because you didn't know what I almost did to him," Jason said, his voice hoarse as if he'd swallowed a dry rag.

He himself knows best, if he didn't become a cat, if he didn't have Best.What would he do to Tim.This friendly and gentle young man would lose his breath from punch to punch.He'll keep his body as a gift to Batman.

Jason has never been ashamed of everything he has done since his resurrection.With one exception this did not happen.He can shoot drug dealers, he can figure out how to kill the Joker, he can even go after Batman and Nightwing because they really did not live up to his trust.

But Tim is different.In character, he is noble and loyal, and emotionally, he is completely innocent.Reasonably speaking, Jason's harm to him was a crime.That was not an act of justice, and it completely violated Jason's desire to uphold justice for others.Because no one profited by hurting Tim.

This deep guilt held Jason hostage.He involuntarily began to restrain his nature in front of Tim, just like when he first arrived in Wayne Manor, as long as he was well-behaved, he would not be abandoned.

Sooner or later, Tim will find out that Jason is a hopelessly asshole.And Jason just wanted to try his best to buy time before that day came.

"Stand in front of me," Barbara said.

Jason did so, squatting in front of the woman in the wheelchair, looking up into her eyes.

"We're a bunch of freaks who go out in the streets in fancy dress and beat people up in the middle of the night, walking on the edge of the law. Mistakes are a constant, inevitable thing in our lives," said Barbara, looking at herself on her lap She is the one who pays for her mistakes, and the price is the ability to walk freely.

"It's not scary." She continued, "If we can't tolerate each other, where is our place in the world? You have to learn to believe that some people love you not because you are obedient, not because you Never contradict. Just because..."

She put her hand on the side of Jason's face, and said gently and softly, as if she was afraid of scaring the person in front of her away, "Just because that person is you, Jason. It's not a shame to be loved It’s not something you need to force yourself to do.”

Jason sniffed, he couldn't help himself, he wanted to take the warmth from Barbara's hand on the side of his face, "But I'm too bad. I'm rebellious by nature, and I only want to hurt other people. I thought I was righteous, but now it seems that I can't even follow my heart."

"Bruce's right," he said dejectedly, "I'm the guy who screwed up."

"He's farting." Barbara said softly but firmly. "It's impossible not to make mistakes. The important thing is not to lose yourself in your mistakes." She patted Jason on the face. "You should go for a walk. Don't put Stuck in Gotham. You gave your life for this city, now try to put Gotham down, put Bruce down, and see exactly what you want."

"You can't love and hate the same person. No one's life is for another person, not even if that person is Batman."

Stephanie sat down on the couch, spread her legs apart, and put on a big brother's heart-to-heart posture, "You have always had this problem, Timmy, you always pay too much attention to the people you like, and you want to chain others on your waistband."

"I didn't." Tim retorted weakly, without any confidence.

"Don't talk or I'll let Kassan beat you," Stephanie said, crossing her left leg over her right. "First of all, you have to admit that things don't always go your way. Not everyone listens. Your words."

She made a grimace, "I know you hope that the soul brother's emotional trauma will heal quickly, and go back to the manor to stage a happy reunion. This is the problem, not all good things, the process of acceptance is not so painful."

She paused, waiting for Tim to answer.Tim didn't speak, and Stephanie raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why don't you talk?"

"Didn't you tell me not to say it?" Tim said helplessly, he looked exhausted, "I know, that is, Jason is very cooperative with me, he is so cooperative that I thought there was no problem."

"You're one of the closest people I've ever met to perfection," Stephanie said. "You don't know you have the power to make people want to do what you want them to do. I understand Jason's feelings, Because I was originally a victim of 'Tim's amazing ability'."

"But you end up deciding to be yourself," Tim said.

"That's right, because I'm the kind of person who suffered [-] times and was preached [-] times, and I'm still this Stephanie." The girl put her face on her hands, "Try to let go of your excessive desire for protection and control, He's going out to make friends."

Her face wrinkled, "Of course, when I say 'friends' I include Kassan and me."

After Barbara and the others left, Jason didn't go back immediately.He bought a pack of cigarettes and a few cans of beer, sat on the steps of the fire escape and smoked two cigarettes before getting up and heading for Tim's safe house.

Realizing that he almost angered the innocent caused his heart to be further closed to a certain extent. In order to prevent himself from making mistakes and deal with the guilt in his heart, he almost gave in to Tim.

Jason didn't really want to go back to Gotham at all.

In his current situation, not to mention defeating Batman one-on-one against the clown, it would be difficult for him not to turn into a hamster and be detained by Batman with a jar.The hard conditions determine that he can't do the thing of coming back for revenge.On that basis, he doesn't want to see Bruce at all.But he couldn't help secretly paying attention to him.He is a very conflicted person.

Tim is good, he has been forced to admit that it is reasonable for Tim to replace him, he is the best, Jason doesn't want this to happen again, and admit his mistake again.That would make his past few years...very meaningless.

He put out the cigarette butt on the steps, wrapped it in paper, stood in the fire escape, and waited for a while to let the smell of smoke dissipate from his body before leaving.

Jason walked a few floors, only to realize that Tim was standing on the steps several floors above, looking down at him, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

He was a little dumb.Tim pursed his lips at him, as if trying to smile, but failed.

They returned to the safe house in tandem.A messy safehouse, with bags of chips and takeout boxes strewn all over the place.Jason stepped over a few drink bottles and called to Tim who was about to go to the bedroom, "Wait," he pointed to the dining table, "Do you have time now, I have something to say to you."

Tim's expression was helpless and indulgent. He sat at the dining table, as if he had foreseen what Jason was going to say in advance.Jason cleaned up all the trash on the table and put the beer he bought at the convenience store on it.

He opened two bottles of wine in front of Tim's puzzled eyes, put one bottle in front of him, and pushed the other bottle to Tim.

"Let's play a game," Jason said. "After drinking a can of beer, you can ask another person a question that must be answered truthfully. Okay?"

Tim looked at the soda can in front of him, stretched out one hand and held it slowly, "Okay." He responded unhurriedly, and before Jason could react, he lifted the soda can violently, pouring the orange liquid He gulped it down, and the undrinked wine dripped down his chin and wet his shirt.

Tim wiped his mouth carelessly, shook the soda can with the opening down and motioned to Jason, "Let me ask the first question. Do you hate me?"

"No." Jason replied bluntly. "Actually, I can't imagine anyone in this world who hates Timothy Drake. I... yes, I like you. You are the complete opposite of me." Good guy."

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to speak in a few seconds, he finished all the words in one breath, "I am chaotic, but you are lawful; I am reckless, but you are rational; Everyone gives kindness. I am a punk, and when I was a child, I did not believe that there would be unconditional love in this world, but you are a rich man who is so naive as to think that if you give, you will be rewarded, and as long as you love, you will be loved. I can't help but like you, how can I not like you? You are the kind, all the good things I yearn for."

Tim couldn't speak, he was stunned, and unconsciously he crushed the empty soda can in his hand.The piece of aluminum dug into his palm, and he felt no pain at all.

He never thought that he would have such a high evaluation in Jason's place.

"It's up to me next." Jason said, he took a few bites and the can was empty.He slammed the empty jar on the table, a thin blush naturally appeared around the bridge of his nose, and he asked a similar question, "Don't you hate me?"

"I don't hate it." Tim said, thinking slowly, trying to list his reasons one, two, three, five, so as to reassure Jason.But he thought for a long time, and only said one sentence, "You are Jason Todd, there is no way I hate you."

He thought it would be like a turn-based game, and it would be up to Jason after he finished asking.But Jason has already quickly opened the second can of wine, drank it dry in a few sips, and the red around the bridge of the nose deepened a little, "You know," Jason paused for a few seconds, mustering courage, "You know I almost killed you ?"

Tim just looks at him silently. "Yeah. That's part of the puzzle," he said. "It didn't happen. Regardless of the process, it didn't happen. It's just...a possibility."

He stopped Jason from drinking the third can, and opened his second, "If you leave Gotham, where do you want to go?"

Jason didn't expect him to ask this question. He thought for a while and replied, "Maybe I'll go to my teacher first to see if the magic on me can be solved."

Tim drank the third bottle in the blink of an eye, and asked the third question. He gradually began to drink alcohol, his face flushed, "After you leave, will you still contact me?"

"No," he said to himself without waiting for Jason's answer, "You have to contact me, you can't just throw me off like this." When he raised his eyes to look at Jason, those wet blue eyes The place seems to be full of stars, making one wish to hold the whole world in front of him, "I don't accept a clean ending." He said aggrievedly.

What Jason can say, even God can't refute Tim Drake here, "I will contact you, I will never treat you as an outsider, Tebow."

He pulled the gag and drank the beer under Tim's dazed gaze. "Did you know you have talking blue eyes?"

Tim blinked, and blinked again. Those blue eyes were world-class treasures, and they should have the effect of controlling people's minds. "Speak, eyes cannot speak."

The little detective supported his head and touched his body two or three times before he took out a mobile phone.In front of Jason, he uninstalled all the messy tracking programs and hidden software inside, and dug out the location hidden in the electric board, leaving only a clean mobile phone.

He typed in his phone number word by word, and pushed the phone in front of Jason.He fished out the last can of wine in the plastic bag, gulped it down, and threw the can on the ground, "Tell me, will you take it with you?"

Jason stared at the phone for a long time, his blue eyes narrowed, his head tilted in confusion, struggling to make sense of what it meant.

After a long time, he took the phone and put it in his pocket.

"Yes." He said so.

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