[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Scaling between humans and plants is great, and it's even better for getting away from the unsuspecting.

Stephanie and Cassandra were in their previous rented house, and Jason didn't go back.He took nothing but Foye's gun and the cell phone Tim had given him.

He knows that the next time he's in front of girls, he'll probably get a pair of dark circles under his eyes, but that's for the future, right?

When he set foot on the top of the Himalayas, the mimosa on his head disappeared.Stephanie and Cassandra help him complete the task, taking Mimosa to Agent Hotchner and Hayley's remarriage scene.

The chat group "Play without Big Black and Big Blue" changed its name to "Has Gotham's Mimosa at large got caught today?".

Stephanie condemned wildly in the group and told Jason that if he didn't invite dinner for a week next time, the matter would not end.

Cassandra will send out "crying" emoticons in coordination when she swipes the screen.The cuteness of the expression pack is consistent with her own.

Tim hasn't spoken in the group since Jason left them.

He made a phone call to Jason, and at that time Jason stepped on a messy caste, his teachers, the people who guided him in the direction of his new life, all fell to the ground.

Jason is now the last warrior of the big caste, and he will inherit the mission of the teachers.Thalia was not the one to give him peace in his lostness.Dacla is.

The old man who threw him to the ground when he met Jason for the first time was lying on the ground. Jason sat next to her and rubbed his face.His original intention was to come and see if the big caste could deal with Best's magic.Now it seems that he came a little too late.

Had it not been for Best's mission, he might have been able to catch up with the aftermath of the Great Caste's destruction.But on the other hand, without Best's mission, he is now fighting against the bats in Gotham, and he may not come back here.

The phone rang at this moment.Jason glanced at it, it was Tim's phone.He'd hung up on Tim in front of Foye, and hung up again, and the sleuth might put Jason in a cage with the Red Robin logo sometime when he turned into a furry animal.

"Hey baby bird."

Tim was silent on the other end of the phone, "I didn't expect you to answer my call."

"Of course," Jason pretended to be relaxed, "I still owe you a week's dinner."

"Stay is mad," Tim said, and after a moment he said honestly, "Me too."

Jason is very good at playing dumb with dishonest guys, hiding himself in suspicion, and groping each other's minds.This is what he learned in his life as a vagabond in Crime Lane. He will give back what others give him.

Tim was honest with him about it, so at least Jason was going to give him something in return.

"I'm sorry, but there's something I need to do." Jason scratched his hair, unable to speak, "I... Tim... I mean, you know I shot Foye right? I thought you would I am very concerned about this."

"Not as much as you might think," Tim said emphatically, "I'm not Bruce, neither are Stephanie and Kassan."

He sighed angrily, "Do you think we don't kill people because of B's ​​teaching? No! Stade debuted to disrupt her father's criminal plan, and she doesn't do the job of killing people. Kashan doesn't kill people because she doesn't want to do it , she's too gentle to wake up in the night to take someone's life."

"What about you?" Jason said, "I want to know your reason."

Tim inhales and exhales, Jason giving him time to prepare himself.Ultimately, Tim said, "I don't want to be in this job forever."

"I took the initiative to find B and asked to be his assistant."

"you……"

"Listen," Tim cut him off, "you weren't there, you didn't see everything, everything changed after losing you. B...he, he was on the verge of danger. I just wanted to stop him, Get him back on track."

"And then I stayed until now, because Gotham, Earth, was either going to blow up, or was on its way. I didn't want that."

Tim said, emphatically repeating, "I don't want to be like this. There's a part of me that's obsessed with the accomplishment of being a uniformed cop now, but more than that, I want to live a normal life, go to college, do group work, and never study gangster psychology." Make friends with ordinary people who match gel bombs."

"Then live in a small bungalow on the second floor with the person you like, and raise a dog?" Jason joked, "Sorry, I missed two, and your precious coffee machine and laptop."

"You're stuck with your own responsibilities, Tibbo," Jason said. "You're preoccupied with giving yourself to others. As I said before, you are Jesus alive."

Tim snorted in exasperation, "Don't talk about me like that. Anyway, that's one of the reasons, once I crossed the line, it was impossible for me to go back to a normal life. Can you imagine a killer with a gun in a classroom The university professor will say, that ruthless killer, please come on stage and analyze "The Merchant of Venice."

"You're hitting my literary dream." Jason said seriously, "I hate you."

Tim politely retaliated, "I hope you can keep this mood for a while longer, I've had enough of your capriciousness, literary girl."

There was a period of harmonious silence between them.Jason stood up among the corpses of the mentors, "Are we still friends?"

"friend."

"You didn't snitch on Dick?"

"No."

"Who do you choose, Bruce or me?"

"...Whoever makes sense, I will stand."

"Okay, stop talking, I know."

Jason flicked his tongue, "When we meet next time, you will tell Dick about me. Seeing that Da Lan volunteered to be a fool for so long, I got back the tires that I sold with the tires when I was ten years old." conscience."

"I should say congratulations to both of you," Tim said, and he saw the other person's intention to hang up. "Remember, I'm angry too. I have to have dinner for a week, and I have to Other special treatment."

Jason laughed lowly, "You're actually jealous, did Kashan and Stade inspire your sense of competition, baby?" He whistled like a rogue, "There will be, surprises, specially prepared for you."

"I'm recording." Tim said solemnly, "I'll wait."

"Then see you next time."

"See you next time."

***

Gotham has been cloudy and rainy these days.There are few sunny days in this island city, and the continuous rain makes the sky heavy and heavy, and the people below will have the illusion of being out of breath.

On days like this, even the vigilantes running around the city feel negative.The days of fighting crime will never see an end. They are like trackers pulling boats in ancient times, grinding thick cocoons on their shoulders with ropes equal to thousands of times their own weight.

The disappearance of the clown makes things go in a depressing and weird direction.Every escape of this lunatic is to carefully prepare his carnival, who knows what ideas will come up in his seaweed head this time?

"I'd say it might be a good idea for our mimosa prince to leave the city," said Stephanie, standing with her hips akimbo on a covered balcony.Her uniform was waterproof, but it still didn't feel good in the rain.

Tim squeezed her in and hid himself under the awning, "I'd rather he didn't come back, I don't want him to meet the clown again."

"Protection," said Cassandra, who was the only one standing in the rain until Stephanie pulled her under the canopy too. "Red is like a protective mother bird."

"I thought the word was only for Dick," Tim muttered.

Stephanie ignored his complaints and looked out over the city line. "Rain, clowns, and restless gangsters, I sincerely hope I can have a vacation when this period is over."

"You guys have already gone out last time," Tim reminded, "a two-story villa with a swimming pool, Quantico, and there is a handsome guy with black hair and blue eyes."

"Yes, there was a flight attendant who tried to flirt with him on the plane, but because he wasn't a sweetheart, she didn't contact him when he got off the plane." Stephanie nodded seriously, "But remind you, Red, it's three It was a month ago."

"Time flies," Cassandra said.

"Chitch time is over." Barbara said in the communication. "You still have two districts to visit."

"Are you chatting behind my back?" Dick dared not speak on the public channel, "Why do I always find myself outside the small group?"

Stephanie spread her hands resignedly at the other two, "Let's go." She sprinted forward, leaping into the rain.

The night watch ends at about three o'clock in the morning.Instead of spending the night at Wayne Manor, Tim, Stephanie, and Cassandra went to Tim's safe house.

As soon as Tim stepped on the edge of his window, he noticed the movement in the house.The people who trespassed on his safe house had no attempt to hide it, and he just barged in and placed at least a hundred dollars worth of junk food in the middle of his dining table.

The TV was playing a family soap opera, and the intruder sat on the couch with his back to them, munching on a bucket of popcorn.His feet were covered with gray socks, and they lay rough on Tim's favorite coffee table.

How can a person put his feet so high, does he eat without nausea?

"Revenge time!" Stephanie yelled, pounced on the man's neck from behind.

"Pfft—cough, cough! I give up, give up! I'm suffocating, I can't breathe!" The spoiler's chokehold has always impressed the Gotham gangsters.

She turned the intruder's head so that everyone could see his face.

"Wow," Stephanie exclaimed, "you're a vampire prince now."

Jason lay back on the back of the sofa, turned upside down to look at them as Stephanie grabbed his neck.

His face was pale, and two small fangs protruded slightly from his pale lips.The original blue-green eyes turned bright red in the dim room. They were two expensive gemstones, which should be placed as the finale of Gotham's top auction.

"Actually they can be retracted," Jason said. "I just got a little high on TV."

He pushed his two lovely fangs back into his mouth in front of them.The ruby ​​eyes blinked back to their familiar turquoise.

"You can't have the fries to yourself," Cassandra said.

Stephanie and Jason turned their heads together, Tim had at least seven or eight French fries stuffed into his mouth at the same time, like a hamster that was caught stealing food, he choked before chewing the French fries and swallowing them.

"So, can you shine in the sun?" He tried to change the subject.

Jason's fangs came out again, and he had to push them back in. "No, really not."

He paused, looked at the other three people, and pretended not to care, and made a comment, "I bought too much stuff, you can call Dickie over, he is always the best at digesting junk food."

"To be fair, you are. Dick's a bird and he likes cereal and cereal rings," Tim said, turning his phone over to show them. "The bird is on its way. gone."

The author has something to say: The big brother who was flying happily at this time (didn't know there was a surprise waiting for him): Okay, I finally joined the small group!