[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Bruce got into the Batmobile, and Nedick asked anxiously through the comm, "Are you all right? We're only a few minutes away."

"No need, the matter here is over, this is Bane's trap." Bruce said lightly.The Batmobile was under his control, and the black iron beast rampaged in the poker field, smashing the entire outer wall of the factory and rushing out.

He thought for a moment, ignored Dick and Tim's analysis on the other end, and said abruptly, "Someone activated my Batmobile, are you guys controlling it remotely?"

There was a brief silence on the other side of the communication.Dick's breathing became lighter than before, and Bruce sensed that he was in the process of making up his mind, "Yeah..."

"It's someone else," Tim snapped back, his voice calm, unable to hear the ups and downs of emotion, "it's not us."

"I'll look into it," Bruce says, an announcement to Nightwing and Red Robin that he's discovered their little secret, "now focus on the mission."

"Understood." The two children responded in unison.

After the three-person communication was cut, Dick and Tim fell silent simultaneously on their separate communication channels.They all know that in Gotham, apart from the family members on the surface, there is another person who has the authority to control the Batmobile.

Dick sighed. "I was naive to think it would end easily. But he saved B, at least he was kind to us."

"His malice is directed at the clown. He's teasing us!" Tim said, alone in front of Dick, finally showing his displeasure. "I'll go find him."

"R.R, what happened?" Dick reminded, "Are you very emotional now, he didn't show any aggressiveness towards us, or do you think he and Bane teamed up to set a trap for us?"

"He didn't cooperate with Bane, otherwise he wouldn't have rescued B." Tim said in a deep voice, "He might have guessed that there was a trap there, but he just... didn't remind us."

Of course Dick didn't understand, because he wasn't the one who made the promise to Jason.None of them will understand.

"Red Robin is offline," Tim said, turning off the comms and punching the wall beside him.

The anger of being fooled made his whole body burn.He couldn't tell what he was feeling.Jason played with him in the palm of his hand, teasing him like a small bug.The feelings and trust that Tim thought were all just his tools, the illusion he used to manipulate Tim.

Tim gasped violently. He turned on the computer on his wrist and checked the location of the phone he gave Jason. The red dot on the screen moved slowly, which proved that even if he was causing trouble in Gotham, Jason kept the phone. Carry your phone with you.

This made Tim's mood complicated again.He is angry at the slightest fantasy that arises in his heart, maybe he is indeed special in the eyes of the other party, and he is not the only one who has given his true feelings.

Positioned to move towards the Robinson Park area.Tim calculated that he could stop Jason before he entered Robinson Park.

He needed to know the specifics of tonight and what Jason wanted to do.

He needs a statement to prove that he is not an idiot.

Jason squatted next to the gargoyle and looked out. After a hundred meters, he would enter the range of Robinson Park.Everything will end there tonight.

The star-point street lights are looming in the dense bushes, like fireflies in the night sky.Poison Ivy once claimed that this is her territory, and this is her home field compared to the botanical garden where she temporarily hid.

He patted the gargoyle beside him. This is not his favorite old friend, but Jason is very friendly to the gargoyle family, "There is a good show going on here tonight, your perspective is good, but you have to go further A few hundred meters is the SVIP throne."

As he spoke, he stood up, and his motorcycle jacket was swept up by the wind, flying around.Jason jumped down and fell freely in the air. When the distance was enough, he shot his claws, entangled the edge of the roof of the opposite building, and threw his body out.

A dart flying from a corner cut his shackle, and at the same time, the multi-ball trap rope spun around Jason's feet.Jason suddenly lost weight. He only had time to use his dagger to break the rope of the animal trap. Before he could control his body and regain his balance, an angry bird flew over with a shackle and stepped on his chest!

Red Robin stomped on the red hood as a human cushion to cushion the impact. When they landed, the ground stirred up layers of smoke and dust.The long stick poked the ground next to Jason's hood, and Tim asked sullenly, "What are you doing?"

Jason's back was sore and sore. From this angle, the color on Tim's body was dimmed by the backlight.He gritted his teeth and asked, "Did I make you feel happy by playing around?"

Wow, really super angry. "No pleasure," I'm sorry, he couldn't control his mouth at this time, "I just think you are cute."

The long stick slapped him on the neck, and the master's hand holding the stick was tight and tight, and his face was flushed into a cloud of fire, and he looked really mad with anger. "It's not fun, I thought we delivered on each other's promises!"

Tim's voice trembled, "I trusted you, and you took advantage of my trust!"

"Come on, baby bird." There was a metal hood, but Tim knew he was just laughing, ruffian, "You spy on me, and I made a fuss about it, technically no one owes anyone .”

"Yeah," Tim said dryly, "it proves that everything we've been through was a joke."

"Don't say that," Jason said.

Taking advantage of Tim's distracted conversation, he grabbed the ankle of Tim's foot that was stepping on him, and dragged him off!

Tim fell down, leaning forward, pressing down against the fall, pushing his body up as he pulled the gripped leg out, trying to use his weight to control Jason.

Jason rolled on the spot hugging him, up and down, his knees squeezed between Tim's.And Tim's two legs twisted around his neck without hesitation, knocking him backwards!

The two compromised in this step, and each retreated, looking for another chance to attack.Jason grabbed Tim's parted leg, trying to hug it and throw him to the ground.His hands are in manacles around Tim's shins.Tim responded with a head-on knee strike, and his armor-covered knee slammed hard into Jason's hood!

They all seemed to have forgotten their equipment and fought purely with hand-to-hand techniques.Fist collides with fist, fist collides with arm, fist collides with face.Tim was terrified, Jason was wearing a hood and punched his head hard several times, even with the protection of the hood, he was staring at stars.

If he kept fighting, he wouldn't have to work tonight, and he would be dragged directly into the Batcave by the angry little red bird.

Gee.

Jason blocked Tim's arm, he hugged his waist, and used his weight advantage to slam him directly into the wall.The back of Tim's head was banged against the wall, and he was dizzy.And Jason roughly ripped off the uniform around his neck, threw away the hood and buried his head in a bite.

The fangs pierced the skin.The initial pain was negligible, and then the feeling of rising up was dreamy and erratic, making people feel soft under their feet, as if they were in a cloud.

The sound of swallowing was amplified in the ears, followed by the sensation of lips and tongue rubbing against the skin.

In order to reduce the resistance of the prey when eating, vampires will inject psychotoxins into the prey when the fangs pierce the blood vessels of the prey, giving the prey a sense of intoxicated pleasure.Tim's grip on Jason's arm gradually softened, his blue eyes lost focus and became dazed.

He still wanted to struggle, but a hand had slipped down unconsciously and wrapped around Jason's waist.The other hand reached into Jason's black hair and unconsciously wrapped the hair around his fingertips.

Jason originally wanted to use the neurotoxin to control Tim, but Tim's blood was too fragrant.He hasn't eaten since becoming a vampire.He swallowed, then couldn't help swallowing a second, and a third.

Tim's indulgence deepens his loss of control.Jason licked the piece of skin he had pierced with a little apology, carefully dabbing the last bit of blood with the tip of his tongue.He stopped in time and didn't cause too much damage to Tim. He just needs to go back and sleep more and eat more to make up for it.

The vampire's lips were bright red because they were stained with bright red.The blood that was too late to swallow slid down his chin, Jason wiped it off with his fingers, put it in his mouth and sucked it.He held Tim as he slid down against the wall. "Not kidding you," he said.

Tim struggled to raise his eyes. The stubbornness in his nature made him resist fainting. He must hear an answer.He was leaning against the wall, his face was pale due to blood loss, and there were two small tooth marks on the side of his neck where the blood had not been wiped off.

"I'm not kidding you, you are indeed the most special, you are different from them, baby bird." Jason said, Tim's blood was on his lips, "You are the best."

The last part of Tim's lucidity was Jason helping him into a hidden corner.He notified Dick on Tim's comm.Jason had disappeared for a long time when Dick arrived, Tim struggled to speak and asked Dick what happened.But Dick just looked at him oddly, "Teebow," he even forgot the privacy policy, "what's that on your forehead?"

It was a trace of being kissed.Someone leaves a bloody kiss on Tim's forehead.

A few hundred meters further down where Dick and Tim were, in the depths of Robinson Park, Bruce jumped out of the Batmobile.He ran a self-test on the Batmobile and detected remnants of plant spores in the driver's seat.

That's Poison Ivy stuff.She used to be entrenched in Wayne Arboretum for a while, and later made Robinson Park a stronghold.The two places are not far apart.Plant Spore is an invitation to Batman to join their party at Robinson Park.

Bruce's reasoning told him that the clown did not dominate the carnival, and the party's initiator changed.According to the clues, his next step should be to investigate Gotham's abandoned subway tunnels.But the guy who started the Batmobile and left the plant spores behind, for whatever reason, changed his mind and made Bruce skip straight to the ending.

Batman came to the appointment.

In the depths of a park full of green plants, the poison ivy girl sits on a branch, and she controls the plants to guard the stage.At the height of the line of sight, the messy clown was tied up by vines and hung up, dangling in the air like a fragmented cocoon.

The new party host stands under the cocoon, admiring the clown's horror.He turned around, and the black shadow of the bat was reflected far away on the red hood, "He looks much more comfortable like this, doesn't he?"

The author has something to say: Bucket: Oh, the baby bird is angry, I know what to do!

Bucket: — tease him!