[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Bruce hesitated to speak, and stopped to speak.

"Stop talking," Dick said angrily, "You have lost the qualification to educate us."

Bruce's wolf ears rolled down.Dick covered his face and began to pour out the pain he had accumulated for so many years, "Since the first time I dated a girl in middle school, you have taught me the importance of safety measures in front of me. For Fu's sake, you still Put a condom in my schoolbag! Do you know how I felt when I took out the condom from my schoolbag in front of all my friends? That girl ignored me for a full month afterwards! "

"Don't stop me," Dick pointed at Bruce, and Tim and Stephanie each held his arm to prevent him from rushing up to punch the werewolf, "I'm going to stuff a condom in his gear belt! Ten packs! Fill every grid of him!"

"With all due respect, the old man's universal belt must have this thing in it. You don't need to stuff it with ten packs." Jason said, he lifted his legs and put them on the table, and Alfred stared at him. Put it down cowardly, "Do you really believe that is the old man's child?"

"Just because his mom is Thalia, maybe," Tim said, still trying to hold down an emotional Dick.Everyone is used to Bruce picking up children everywhere, but suddenly a biological son came, which made them not used to it.

Out of the principle of confidentiality, Jason did not let Silver Fox know that it was Damian's real father and adoptive brother and adoptive sister.The humanoid fox finds a sack to cover the silver fox in a big boss style, and after a lot of tossing, transports the weak and helpless silver fox into the bat cave.

The moment the sack was opened, the silver fox's white hair exploded into a ball.In front of it is an eerie underground cave.A pointed-eared bat covered in black armor and hidden in a cloak sat in front of it, and behind it was a super-large computer screen glowing with blue light.On both sides of the pointed-eared bat, vigilantes wearing different uniforms lined up in two rows. The color of the uniforms appeared blue due to the blue light of the computer screen, which made the expressions of the vigilantes under the masks unfathomable.

These men and women are tall and strong, and one of them can knock down ten ordinary people with one hand.This scene looks like some kind of horror scene where a gangster interrogates an undercover police officer.

Silver Fox swallowed.Ten paces away from the vigilantes and Batman sat a displeased werewolf.The werewolf's face was perfunctorily covered with a domino mask.He's probably not a member of the Bat-family, so he's not sitting on the couch.

The young man who turned into a fox stood behind Silver Fox and cleared his throat, "We have a question for you, don't be nervous."

Silver Fox let out a cautious "beep".

Except for Jason, no one could understand the fox's speech. Tim, a technical nerd, compiled a small program to try to capture the pitch of the silver fox's voice, compare it with what it said, and analyze the fox's language.Jason thinks this brainstorming baby bird is also very cute.

But intelligence is more important.Jason said seriously, "Now is the questioning session. I will translate every sentence you say for them. Silver fur cub, where are you from, where are you a fox from?"

Silver Fox answered carefully, "Over there in the Middle East, I ran out of the farm."

"What's your relationship with Damian?"

The silver fox was lost in memory, and then the little furry creature puffed out its chest, "Damian is my cub!"

The vigilantes present: ...?

The werewolf sitting in the corner: ?

Jason: "Didn't you say that Damian is Talia and Batman's child? Why is it your cub again?"

Yinhuhu looked puzzled, "I feed him. If it's not mine, can't it be my cub? Batman has so many cubs, are they all born by him?"

"...You're right," Jason said.With the speed at which Batman picks up children, if he wants to be a hero mother, he may have to realize Stephanie's delusion of mimosa blooming and bearing fruit.

It was time for the highlight, Jason looked at the vigilantes in front of Silver Fox, and even Dick, who was temporarily acting as Batman, was leaning forward at an imperceptible speed.So Jason's long-awaited question, "Damian, what kind of kid is he?"

Everyone raised their non-existent hairy animal ears.There was a kindness visible to the naked eye on Silver Fox's fur face, "Damian is a very well-behaved and caring child, he is very considerate. Sometimes he likes to keep a straight face to make himself look more mature, but in fact he is a Gentle sweetheart."

That sounds like a little angel brother.Silver Fox continued to recall, "He is very young, but he knows a lot. Damian has a lot of training every day. He works very hard and often has scars on his body. Some nights, he will wear pajamas with several bandages wrapped under the pajamas. In this way, he turned out of the bedroom to see me and gave me the snacks he secretly hid."

Dick let out an un-Batman-like grunt.He's been somewhere between effervescent tablets and chocolate every day these days, and Dick's been a bunch of oddly shaped things lately.

"I'm kind of looking forward to this little brother," Stephanie whispered.

Tim frowned slightly. "Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong? Will Thalia and Bat's child be an angel baby?"

"Prejudice is not good." Cassandra said, obviously, she also fell into the fantasy of having a cute little brother, and she was looking forward to it.

Jason looked at the fluttering state of the silver fox, and for some reason also had a bad feeling.

Illusion?Hope is an illusion.There are enough difficult members in this family, and I sincerely hope that Damian is really like the silver fox said, a cute and sweet little brother who will make Dick scream.

Thousands of miles away, in the depths of the Assassin's League.The well-behaved boy Yinhu said held a samurai sword in his hand and fought against dozens of assassins at the same time.

His stature is extremely small among this group of assassins, and his youth is his disadvantage. No matter how hard he trains, the gap in strength and experience cannot be bridged. This is the gap brought about by time.

Damian has his own way of solving problems.He swam through the crowd at an extremely fast speed, brushing past the assassin's blade lightly.The two attacked first, and Damian kicked one of the assassins in the chest, not to win with one blow, but to use this action to flip out and get out of the opponent's attack range.

He rolled backwards into another assassin's arms, and the samurai sword moved upwards to block the assassin's sharp blade.Damian's body retracted, the blade deflected and slid back, piercing the Assassin's chest, and the tip of the knife protruded straight out of the Assassin's back.

With one assassin down, he drew his knife and swung it forward, piercing the other assassin's chest.A shadow fell over his head, and the attacker slashed down with a knife. Damian clasped his hands together, gripping the blade tightly.His ankles were pinned to the assassin's calf, and when the opponent's center of gravity became unstable and his body tilted, he stabbed the opponent's wrist viciously with his elbow, knocking out his knife.He rushed forward like a little leopard, grabbed the opponent by the collar and punched him in the face.

The punch did not reach the limit of the assassin, and he did not pass out as Damian thought.The wind howled behind him.Damian rolled on his side, his body covered in dust in embarrassment.

His eyes flicked to the woman standing beside him, Thalia.His mother just watched him quietly, knowing that if he lost, he would not be there to find comfort.

Mother only accepts the best, so Damian has no right to be impulsive in a fight.No matter what the disadvantageous conditions, he has only one way to win.

Damian has undergone the most rigorous and excellent training in the League of Assassins. He was born to be a conqueror.He has force and strategy, and in most cases, his extraordinary conditions allow him to only use the former.That doesn't mean he can't plan battles as skillfully as a veteran.

The core point of one-to-many is to divide the battlefield and artificially create a one-to-one situation.Damian raised his leg and kicked the assassin on the chin, grabbed his practice clothes with both hands, and threw him to the side with the strength of his body, crushing several assassins who were arguing and rushing towards him.

He stepped forward quickly, pulled out the gun from the fallen body, and took a knife from the assassin sideways, and wiped the opponent's throat with the knife while his waist was cut open.

One hit and go, never love to fight.There was a three-inch deep gash in his waist, and Damian continued to fight on the field without frowning, until his last opponent fell, standing in the middle of the assassin's body with a little blood spattered on his face .

Damian looked at Talia, a little longing hidden deep in the green eyes he had inherited from his mother.

"Although these people are excellent fighters, it doesn't mean that you will be injured." Thalia said lightly, with no expression on her face.

The emotion in Damian's eyes deepened, Talia walked beside him, and the mother and child looked at each other calmly.Talia hugged his shoulders slightly, "You can do better."

This can be called a soft word.Damian's tense muscles relaxed.Thalia withdrew her hand, "Go back to your bedroom and treat the wound."

"Yes, mother." Damian obediently returned to the bedroom.He needs to learn to deal with these minor injuries by himself, and his mother will not send servants over.This also happened to be convenient for him to move.

He sewed up his wounds and applied medicine.He was lying on the bed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and this round of guards left.Damian sat up from the bed, like a cat, stepping on the ground without making any sound.

He pushed open the window, and there were cliffs outside the window.The child jumped out of the window without fear and climbed rocks in the strong wind.The wound he had freshly stitched was aching, but bearable.

Damian came to a small cave under the cliff, "Sigrid?"

He waited for a while, but there was no response from the cave.

The child's back looks lonely at this moment.

Sigrid hasn't been seen for a long time. Maybe she died at the hands of her mother or grandfather's assassins like the animals before her.Damian didn't want to believe that, Sigrid was smart, smarter than most of her mother's assassins.She may have fled to avoid pursuit, she must be alive.

The little assassin stood outside the cave for a while, then crawled back to his bedroom the same way.He wondered where Sigrid was now, if there was enough food.

Is she okay?

It's hard to say if Sigrid is doing well now. Silver Fox lives next door to Ace and has a black dog as a neighbor. I'm afraid it's not very good.

But the other fox felt fine.

Tim returned to the bedroom. This time he had already experienced it, and when he opened the door, he found a ball of small fur balls moving around in his bed.

The fiery red fox crawled out of the covers and lay on Tim's pillow.

Tim looked at him, and he looked at Tim.

Tim said knowingly, "You want to apologize?"

The red fox beeped a few times, its fluffy tail flicked back and forth temptingly, it looked softer than a cloud.

Someone said apologizing, brought an apology pizza and said that he wanted to watch a movie, but he fell asleep on the owner's bed in the bedroom before waiting for others to come back. It was a joke.

Tim was silent for a while. He carefully weighed the pros and cons for a while, his eyes unconsciously glued to the fox's big swaggering tail.

"...I accept," Tim said.

He swooped onto the bed, hugged the fox, buried his head on the soft belly and took a deep breath, "Damn it, you're cheating!"

This is a reasonable use of resources.

Jason snorted.

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