[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

This is how Jason recounted to Tim his conversation with his client.

At that time, he had just finished chasing the big caste's nemesis, No Name, and bought himself a spicy hot dog to return to the safe house as a reward.

He sat at one end of the table with a hot dog, and his silver-haired, red-eyed client sat at the other end.The comparison between the two of them is like a medieval nobleman sitting at the same table as a farmer in the field.This is not meant to compliment the client.

The client's name is Rosely, a purebred vampire.His commission was to ask Jason to unmask Batman as a werewolf.

Jason was puzzled, "Isn't he Batman, no matter how you look at it, he looks more like a vampire, right?"

"He's not a vampire, it's impossible." The client said righteously, with a serious tone, "Although he can control bats and use bats as his symbol, his exposed chin shows that he has no fangs."

Jason stared at the well-dressed vampire across from him for a while, and pointed out sharply, "You don't have fangs either."

"That's because I put it away," Rosley said solemnly. "It doesn't matter. There are other arguments. His eyes are not red."

Jason began to wonder if the vampire's brain was damaged by sleeping in a coffin for many years, which is understandable, because he is also, "His mask has a white film that covers his eyes."

"There have never been rumors of Batman sucking blood."

"You are also fantasy creatures in the eyes of the public."

"He has never, really, turned into a bat!" Rosley said angrily, "I am your client, please speak humanly."

Jason looked over innocently, "I just became a vampire under your influence, remember?"

He savored it, "Wow, so I can turn into a bat too?"

"That's not the point," the vampire's fangs stick out, "the point is that Batman isn't a vampire, he's a werewolf."

Thinking of the old man's painstaking efforts to pretend for so many years, he was actually considered a werewolf by the real vampires. Jason gloated so much that he immediately went back to Gotham to beat up Penguin to add to the fun, "Please, tell me your argument."

"He was completely covered in a uniform, which must have been to cover up his hair."

"Most of the superheroes we can see, except Wonder Woman, basically wear full-body uniforms."

"The ears on his uniform must be for his transformed wolf ears."

"Why don't we recognize it as bat ears?"

Rosley became furious, "Can't you refute vampires in front of normal humans?"

Jason motioned him to look at his little fangs, "I'm a vampire now."

"In short, how to prove that Batman is a werewolf in front of the public is up to you." Rosley made a final decision, "I'm only responsible for showing off my victory in front of Gilsberg."

"One last question," Jason slurped up the rest of the hot dog in one gulp, "Who is Gillesbo?"

"A vulgar werewolf with no taste."

Get it, it's not about Batman's race, it's about rivalry.Jason swallowed the hot dog, "I will try my best, remember to help, boss."

***

Tim had a complicated expression, "I'm not surprised there are werewolves in this world."

"Why are you surprised? You have been rumored to have an affair with a mermaid." Jason said.

They stood on the balcony, about an hour before dawn.The girls curled up on the bed and slept in a ball.And Dick fell unconscious on the sofa. After experiencing emotional ups and downs, he claimed that he couldn't sleep at all, and he wanted to sleep with Jason and talk all night.But the truth is that he was so tired that he passed out with his fingers still in the popcorn bucket.Jason carefully freed him from holding his hand, laid him flat, and covered him with a thin blanket conscientiously.

The one who isn't asleep is Tim, Red Robin is a strong man who doesn't need sleep.In order not to wake the others, they went to the balcony to talk.

"By the way, baby bird, wait for me." Jason said, walked into the room, and when he came out, he was holding a Q version of the red Robin doll.

The doll is hoodless, with black beady eyes and a curved mouth.Jason put the doll into Tim's hands, "It's called Timmy. Here you go, special treatment."

Tim squeezed the doll in his hand, it was soft.Its stitches are meticulous, and the suede is clean and tidy. It can be seen that the maker has carefully protected it.Tim compared the doll Timmy next to his face, and the two similar faces turned towards Jason, "Like it?"

Jason deliberately frowned and looked at it, as if he had experienced a lot of comparison, he shook his head, "You are not as cute as Timmy."

"It proves I'm more handsome," Tim said, holding the doll in his hand. "It's not a special treat, you made a doll for Blake, too."

"Understand," Jason raised one eyebrow, "I made a black cat for Black, not himself."

"Essentially they're all dolls," Tim said, and he grinned. "That's not special treatment. I want something more special, the most special one."

Jason's expression was getting closer and closer to Alfred, "greedy bad baby." He pulled Tim's face, "You got it. Can't be here, I don't want to risk being discovered by others, I will Crazy before them."

"Where do you want to go?" Tim's smile widened. "I'm going to change."

Among the heavy clouds outside the window, the darkness became less dense.The sky gradually became transparent, with faint light peeking out from behind the clouds. "Let's go to the Gotham light rail," Jason said, "to see if the sun is up today."

Ten minutes later, Jason and Tim crossed half of the city and sat on top of the Gotham light rail.It's yet another Wayne build in Gotham.They are no strangers to this.A few times, as Robin by Bruce's side, they'd take this shortcut home.In fact, the Batmobile is more convenient, and the black and handsome car is always ready to listen to the owner's instructions.But once in a while, even Batman wants to take a look at the night view.

This is today's first light rail, and few people take it, because the sky has not yet lit up, and the surrounding high-rise buildings are pitch black, and the glass floor-to-ceiling windows are like black mirrors.

Tim knelt down next to Jason, wondering what he was trying to do, "You hid yourself so they couldn't see you."

"Of course," Jason said, "because it's crazy, and Stephanie is going to kill me."

"I told her right away," Tim said.The early morning wind was refreshing and gentle, making my heart itch.

"You won't, because it won't be special." Jason smiled slyly, and he looked forward, they were about to pass through a short tunnel, only a few seconds.The height is high enough, so they don't need to lie down to avoid them.

Jason took Tim's hand, "Get ready for the surprise."

For a split second his field of vision fell into pure shadow, and Tim lost the reflection of Jason in his eyes.The hand he held was generous and warm, and he felt the hard calluses while rubbing it.

The calloused hand was gone, replaced by soft down.That warmth still exists in Tim's palm.They burst out of the tunnel into the thin morning light.Tim held up the small animal in his palm, too surprised to speak.

"...What a surprise." An uncontrollable smile appeared on Tim's face, and he put his palms in front of his eyes, observing the little bat lying in his hands.

A small, dark mass that can easily be held in one hand.The little bat hugged one of Tim's fingers and yelled, "chirp!"

Tim chuckled, "OMG, Stephen will go crazy, I believe it." He stretched out a finger and scratched the little bat's head, "You are so cute."

"Hey!" The little bat broke away from Tim's hand in dissatisfaction, flew around him, and stood on Tim's shoulder in a bird-like posture.The film rubbed against Tim's face, very light to the touch.

"Very cute," Tim said.

He shouldn't have said that because he was crushed to the ground after saying it.The well-built young man leaned on him, grinned mischievously, and played with his hair, "Hmph, you're careless, cutie. I'm not a pure bat." He grinned so that Tim could see his mouth His fangs, his red pupils were almost shining, "I'm a vampire."

Tim pushed him, didn't push, "Are you going to suck my blood?"

The vampire leaned over, and the tip of his nose was pressed against a small piece of skin on Tim's neck. He sniffed it and rubbed it vaguely, "Why not...you smell so good."

The red eyes gradually lost, "Why are you so fragrant?"

The warm and moist breath hit the skin, and Tim shrank his neck, but Jason covered him tightly, and he could only see layers of bright sky light from behind his shoulders.Today's Gotham still hasn't ushered in the sunrise, and the clouds cover the sun's brilliance, sifting the faded sunlight into the world.

He was fascinated for a while, and put his hand on the back of Jason's neck and pressed it gently, which was an encouraging gesture.

Jason fell, but didn't bite his skin.The voice came muffled, with subtle ups and downs every time he spoke, "Are you not afraid?"

Tim collected himself, his hands were up and woven into Jason's black hair, his voice was calm and rational, "If you want to avoid Bruce, nothing will happen to me. Otherwise, when B checks over, we all Go home and drink vegetable juice and listen to his dry speech for an hour."

"It's not fun." Jason lamented.He didn't meet Tim's eyes when he got up, but Tim avoided him too.The eyes of the two were on the gradually brightening sky at the same time, "Let's go, if you don't go back, Dick will go crazy."

Dick wasn't crazy, he woke up a little late and sat up dazedly by the aroma of the food the girls were preparing for lunch.Jason and Tim were back, sleeping soundly in the bedroom Stephanie and Cassandra had vacated.

Barbara is on a video call with the girls, giving instructions on how to prepare food for five in the kitchen.

"Morning, girls." Dick came in, yawning. "I'm starving, how long before I can eat."

"We don't support the style of the young master, come here to help." Stephanie waved a spoon, "The young master is lying on the bed in the manor."

Cassandra added, "The last time the young master entered the kitchen, Ah Fu lost his most beloved set of kitchen utensils."

"Fuck, are you serious?" Dick woke up instantly. He consciously took the kitchen knife in Cassandra's hand and began to chop vegetables, "What's going on, what happened this time? He put ten eggs in the microwave Yet?"

Barbara flips through the recipes on the other end of the video, "Afu tries to make soup in a pressure cooker, which is a Chinese cooking method he learned for Cass. Bruce uses that pot, and, boom - the lid of the pot is embedded in the ceiling , the great Batman spent half an hour digging it out with his own hands."

"I knew it," Dick was dumbfounded, "he should go to the kitchen to prepare gel bombs, maybe he can create a more powerful lethal weapon." He raised his chin, "Speaking of which, we should let Jason and Ah See you soon, Ah Fu should know the news."

"This time Bruce was pushed out of the small group." Barbara raised her eyes, "This is a betrayal, but I agree, as long as Jason agrees."

"He will agree." Dick imagined optimistically, "He has a good relationship with Alfred. They also collected first edition books together. Jason learned to cook with Alfred in the kitchen. He is much better than Bruce."

"Ten-year-olds are better than Bruce," Stephanie said. "Don't let yourself down."

Barbara smiled at the lively scene in the kitchen, "So, plans for tonight?"

Dick neatly stacked the sliced ​​cucumber strips beside him, "It was originally planned."

***

Dick had planned to talk to Catwoman and Poison Ivy, so tonight Tim lent Bruce, the two of them went to Arkham to ask the old residents, and Stephanie and Cassandra followed the gang's movements.It's going to be a busy night, they're in Tim's safe house until the afternoon, and Jason and Tim are lumbering out of bed.

"Alfred?" Jason rubbed his eyes for a moment, "Of course, I...or later...no no, still." He rambled nonsense for a long time, and finally scratched his hair annoyed, " I was cooking that day."

"No problem," Dick patted him on the shoulder, "Do you want a handkerchief to wipe your tears?"

"Go away, Dick!" Jason shook Dick's hand and said his name heavily on purpose.

Dick ruffled his hair, "Let's go, little wing, don't open the door for anyone."

"It's as if you go through the door often." Jason laughed coldly, "Sing a nursery rhyme before you come in."

Dick laughed and walked out the door with the others.Stephanie pokes his elbow in the waist. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Dick smiled, "It's very good." As long as the clown doesn't have any problems, they will be able to bring Jason home sooner or later.Everything will be fine, back to how it was before.

He is so hopeful about his future life that even though the communication with Catwoman and Poison Ivy has not been fruitful, Dick still maintains a high mood.

This good mood lasted until the GCPD received information that a man wearing a red hood broke into a factory and blew it into ruins.

Fortunately, there were no casualties. Witnesses said the man called himself "Red Hood."

Nightwing meets Batman and Red Robin at the ruins of the factory.

"If there is a newcomer who wants to debut in Gotham." Dick's face was not very good, "I must say that his taste is terrible."

Red Hood, that's why Gordon entrusted the case to the Bats.The Joker used to use this code name.

This factory was originally located in a remote suburb, but now it has been blown to pieces, with the smell of dust and gunpowder rolling on the ruined walls.

"He's not the Joker," Batman said, standing like a living shadow in the billowing smoke. "It's not the Joker's style, but he's connected to the Joker, and he chose the code name on purpose."

"It doesn't look like some fanatical admirer." Dick looked around, blasting away all the clues, leaving them a mess everywhere, "What was this factory used to do?"

Tim was operating on his wrist computer, trying to find something out of the surveillance, "This factory is used to dispose of medical waste. Some obsolete surgical instruments and medicines will be destroyed or reprocessed here. There are some informal ones on the market. It's here that the medical machines are passed around, and the factory directors clearly have connections to the black market."

"I'll talk to him later." Bruce walked into the depths of the ruins, he squatted down, and picked up a small piece of charred debris under the collapsed corner, "This part belongs to a shadowless lamp. He put the instrument It blew up here."

"Or he just took the ones he wanted," Dick said. "Who knows if he's after surgical instruments or drugs?"

Tim dismisses his reasoning, "If he needs surgical instruments, he can buy the latest models on the black market, and the factory resells them as second-rate products for poor people who can't afford them. He has the ability to It is impossible to afford a few surgical instruments because of the amount of gunpowder that the entire factory destroyed.”

"The same is true for medicines," Dick spread his hands. "He doesn't need to choose expired medicines instead of the best and most expensive ones on the market."

"We need to know the names and uses of all the drugs in this plant," Bruce said. "If there are drugs that are no longer on the market, it makes sense that he wants to monopolize them."

Drug is not a nice word in Gotham, at least not something that stands for safe.All three are aware of the room for expansion behind this issue, which can be a small matter, or it can involve a big crisis involving the whole of Gotham.

The three of them split up again, Bruce went to the factory director, Dick continued to chat with Arkham's permanent residents, and Tim went to investigate all the things that had been stored in the factory these days.

Tim didn't act right away, he promised Jason something.Tim hesitated, and the inner anxiety convinced him that after this incident, he would apologize.

He called up the monitor in the room.The little black bat was sleeping sprawled on the pillow.Tim relieved a little.He deleted the video, cheered up and returned to work.

"I knew this little control freak would do something like this." In Poison Ivy's botanical garden, a mechanical electronic male voice rarely sounded, "After all, my feelings were paid wrong."

"You're still cuter when you're a plant." Ivy said, she was sitting on a vine, and the lights were scattered, making her look magical.

The man sitting across from her at the stone table in the botanical garden was unimpressed. He was dressed exactly like the "red hood" described in the description, motorcycle jacket, red hood, and gun belts on his sturdy thighs.

"I've had enough of the weeds on my head," said Red Hood. "It's a wonderful world, ha, and I'm sitting in the Arboretum talking to Poison Ivy."

"A short peace," Ivy stroked the flowers that came to her hand, "for a common purpose."

"Put it in the right way," Red Hood tapped on the hood, and the metal object made a crisp sound from being struck by knuckles, "We're all crazy, you, me, Harry, three crazy people. But in Gotham, it's pretty cool." normal."

The author has something to say: I don't have googoo!

As compensation, this chapter has 5000 words, chest out.jpg

Do you want to update in the morning or in the evening?The update at four o'clock in the morning is really hellish, I want to fix a time