[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Damian stood at the port with Bruce and Jason, watching the helicopter carrying Thalia go away.Bruce finally convinced Thalia that the League of Assassins was not stable these days, and Thalia agreed to let Damian temporarily stay in Wayne Manor to avoid the limelight.

stop.Jason just couldn't understand the riddle game between these two men.Everyone knows that the child that Batman puts in the nest will most likely never get out.Unless it's crowbars, bombs, and smoke suffocation, but the people who can do that are serving serious sentences in prison now.

Jason secretly paid attention to Jack last night. He was studying hard in the cell, and he had already borrowed a third of the books in the prison library.He worked so hard that Jason couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The Batmobile stopped in front of the three of them. Seeing Thalia walk away, Sigrid got out of Batman's cape and spun around Damian's calf affectionately.Damian held it in his arms and brushed it gently.

"I'll drive," Damian said.

Batman sternly refused, "NO."

"I'll drive."

"NO."

Jason snorted, "Give it up, kid. The few in front of you failed to drive the Batmobile."

Damian glanced at Jason coldly, "You're a bit loud and flamboyant, but my mother said you were a brave fighter, so I'll just trust her vision."

Jason choked and choked back, "Do you know what people's mouths are for?"

Jason said meaningfully, "Eat and talk. You still haven't seen the world. After you spend a long time with the old man, you can't wait to spend [-] dollars a day to buy him two more sentences."

Damian didn't even look at Jason, and got into the passenger seat of the Batmobile.

In the communication, Tim couldn't say a word, "In my initial judgment, I think this kid is about ten dicks away from the angel."

"Hey, are you mocking me, Tibbo?" Dick's eyes widened. "Just because I hacked into your computer last night and copied all of Jason's photos?"

"You're already a dead man, boss." In the communication, Jason said darkly.

"There is such a good thing, why don't you send me a copy, you should share it in the group!" Stephanie scolded, "Hurry up, I have been greedy for cats and mermaids for a long time."

Only Cassandra still focused on Damian, "Maybe the name 'angel' is not wrong, you see," the monitoring screen on the bat computer switched to the Batmobile, "he is grooming the fox."

Jason was lying on the back seat like a salted fish. He threw off his hood and unbuttoned his windbreaker, and let out the fox ears and tail that he had been aggrieved for a long time.

Damian gave the fox a smooth hand, stuck to the rearview mirror, and stared blankly at Jason in the back row.

"Are you envious?" Jason said leisurely.

The little boy who had been talking sneeringly just now became unexpectedly calm and gentle, "The hair on your tail is messed up."

Jason said indifferently, "Instead of caring about me, you should care about your father."

Jason didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and said leisurely, "I'm more concerned about his tail."

Damian's eyes moved uncontrollably to the direction of the driver's seat.

Batman is a master of acting, and it shows in how well he now hides the stiffness of his body.

Jason deliberately aroused Damian's curiosity, and said maliciously, "Why don't you show him your ears and tail, old man, the uniform is so hot, it's hard to hold back, right?"

Bruce was silent.Damian turned his head to the side and carefully observed the shape of the ears on the headgear.

"I retract my words, Father." Damian said, sitting in the passenger seat with his arms around Sigrid, "Your ear is not funny, based on its size and shape, I guess, you are a wolf, yes ?"

Jason let out a muffled laugh, his shoulders trembled, and he almost burst out laughing.

"He really has preferential treatment for furry," Dick thought with his chin raised, "Jason still has extra werewolf serum in there."

"Stop it, don't think about it, stop it." Tim's expression was grim, "No one in the family can wear the Batman uniform except you. Do you want Afti to go into battle?"

Dick looked like he'd lost a whole world's share of the fun.

Bruce likes to pick up some weirdos in the family, and each child in the Wayne family has its own unique personality and growth environment.

The historic Wayne Mansion welcomes vigilantes with various personalities, and this is the first time that Damian is in this category.

At least none of the kids would use a samurai knife to turn Alfred's well-built bushes into a pile of weeds on the first morning of their arrival at the manor.Damian is really brave enough. You must know that Jason didn't dare to sit like this when he first came to the manor. His greatest courage was to sit on the washing machine and talk with the old housekeeper.

"Foo is not happy, he chops vegetables like he's avenging his bushes." Dix shudders. "Are we going to be drinking vegetable juice for the next week?"

"Children are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers," Jason bravely admitted. "This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone treat Ah Fu as a servant. The phrase 'I'm not too young to understand your sarcasm' actually came from a Out of the mouth of a kid not as tall as Bruce's waist, I should have copied it a hundred times and recited it aloud."

Tim held his coffee mug haggardly. "Can someone explain what his hostility is about? I don't want, at least not now, to be laughed at by Stephen for getting my ass kicked by a younger guy."

Everyone didn't notice that Jason retracted his neck subtly. He took a breath, puffed out his chest, and pretended to be sympathetic, "It's so pitiful, baby bird."

Damian asks him to pet Fox's tail before getting off the Batmobile.Jason said no. "No one can touch my tail, Batboy," he said at the time.

When they got back to Wayne Mansion, the girls were ready to say goodbye and leave.Jason passed by Tim, and Tim, who was talking to Stephanie, grabbed the fox's big furry tail and rubbed it.Jason immediately felt a knife-like sharp gaze fall on Tim's hand.The little assassin was very bat and very Ao Gudi squinted his eyes and stared at Tim, with three words written on that face, "You, it's over, it's over".

Jason tugged the tail in Tim's hand guiltily, "Hey, you messed up the hair!"

It may be an illusion, he felt that Damian's eyes were sharper.Jason was thinking in a panic, and when Tim figured it out, he had to find a way to blame Bruce.

Anyway, it's not Jason's fault.Even with Jason, it was only the size of a fingernail.Maybe this is the incompatibility between the incumbent and the successor, Jason thought after stealing the soufflé from Dick's plate and eating it safely.

Jason's comeuppance came super fast.It wasn't exactly Jason's karma, because the side effects fell entirely on Tim.

On the second day after Damian arrived home, when he had collected information about all the seniors in the family, the challenge began.

It was Tim who suffered the brunt, and he was even touchingly ahead of Dick in the front and back order.He paid the price for stealing the Batcomputer when Batman wasn't in the Batcave.

By the time Tim finishes finishing work in the early morning, everyone is asleep, even Bruce in the master bedroom's big bed.Damian ambushes him at the entrance between the grandfather clock and the Batcave.The two fought and managed to wake up the whole family.

Tim got a swollen mouth corner and a dislocated left hand that was screwed back.Damian received a chest and knee from his predecessors. Tim felt guilty for a short while in the middle of whether it would make the child difficult to breathe. Soon his guilt disappeared, and he gave Damian a kick in the face back.

Bruce caught his breath on the verge of madness and dementia.Thanks to the fighting birds, the werewolf was blown all over, and Jason's chat group soon had a new emoji.

"Tim, Alfred will treat your wound. Damian, go back to your bedroom." Batman gritted his teeth, making Jason suspect that if there was a moon above their heads, the werewolf might turn into a rage on the spot , "You are grounded!"

"I knew how to drive at the age of five, and the first thing I do when I wake up at the age of seven is to shoot targets. Father, I am disappointed in the way you choose your assistants." Damian looked at Tim, and Alfred was giving him alcohol cotton. Disinfecting the corners of his mouth, "Your assistant should be more powerful."

"It's not something you can judge at will," Bruce said bluntly, "Go back to your bedroom, you're grounded."

Damian engages in an eye-to-eye struggle with Bruce, and eventually, Damian gives in, "As you wish. I still question Drake's level as your assistant. Because my grandfather and mother told me that the work you put in It's great and futile, you should...be more efficient, including in the selection of assistants."

"What does he mean?" Tim pursed his lips in displeasure, his brows furrowed into a ball.Those who are familiar with him know that this is a sign of his displeasure, "Did he mean to replace me just now? Am I going to be laid off early, B?"

"Don't think about it," Bruce sighed, rubbing the space between his brows, "You know I can't leave your work. Tim, go back to sleep, you need to rest."

"I don't mean anything else, at least tell me the day you want to fire me," Tim put cotton wool on the corner of his mouth, "I mean to say it personally."

Damian's kick woke up Tim, who had been stiff-headed.He went back to his room, took off his uniform, and took a shower in the bathroom.When he came out, Jason was lying sideways on his bed reading a book, his tail patted slightly on the bedding.

Tim took out a bathrobe from the closet and put it on, "Don't tell me who you were hired to be a lobbyist."

Jason blew a hooligan whistle, "I'm in good shape, but not as good as me." The fox sat up and no longer lay on Tim's side like a big Buddha, "If one day I am a lobbyist for Bruce, I suggest I'll take it to the hospital for a checkup, I might not die soon."

"I'm here to sleep," Jason said seriously, "Do you think I've been lying on your bed in the past few days since I came back?"

"So," Tim raised an eyebrow, "why?"

Jason looked serious, "Because I love you, baby bird."

"Lie." Tim pointed it out mercilessly. He lay on the bed, hugged the fox's tail and rubbed it, "I want to hear the truth."

"Well," Jason shrugged, "the truth is, I don't want to go back to my bedroom."

Tim realized something was wrong, but Jason continued, "It's like a second grave for me, and I can't go back to that room any more than I can be the Amazing Robin."

Tim retorted subconsciously, "You are Robin, and no one can change that. You are my Robin!"

"Uh-huh," Jason leaned closer, lying down next to Tim, "Looks like our Timmy has a secret, and I need an explanation. Come on, it's elementary school girl sister shopping time!"

"I mean," Tim tried to come up with a less perfunctory excuse, "Dick was everyone's Robin, we all adored him. When he and Bruce came out we..."

The voice gradually weakened, and Tim met Jason with a smile that was not a smile. He desperately found that he couldn't find an excuse, "I hadn't started my filming career when he debuted with Bruce. I only had Dick's Robin Half of the picture. You are different, you are the Robin I follow from beginning to end."

After speaking, Tim buried his face in Jason's tail, only the soft hair on the back of his head was exposed.Jason laughed muffledly, "My God, hahaha, little Timmy is a stoka! Why didn't I discover you earlier in those years, why didn't Bruce discover you, it must be fun!"

He deliberately teased Tim, "We will find a baby bird sneaking around during the night patrol, and guess what, Bruce may bring you home early, and I may happily take a photo with you!"

"Stop it," Tim almost whimpered, "just, stop it."

"You're super cute, baby bird." Jason tugged at Tim's hair, "Now my candid time is over, it's your turn, remember, our principle of fairness."

"What?" Tim peeked out a pair of blue eyes from his tail. "It's not fair!"

"The principle of fairness itself is a kind of unfairness," Jason said perfunctorily, and he pushed Tim urgently, "Tell me, what bad premonitions are in your little Stoka's head. The Tim I know Not someone so unconfident that he thought Bruce was going to fire him."

"No..." Tim wanted to hide it again, but he gave up under the threat of Jason pinching his face, "Damian...if he becomes Robin, I mean just in case, he will probably be the best of us." The strong one. And Bruce must have been moved, even though he now thinks Damian is disobedient, but there is a part of him deep in his heart that thinks Damian is talented."

Tim said sadly, "I may be graduating from being a junior assistant. This is something we all go through once, and I finally know why you were upset at that time."

"Unfortunately, I turned into a cat, and I ate cat food made by half-Kryptonians." Jason stretched his body, with his arms behind his head, "It's not about any of us, it's just age. Our skills And experience dictates that we can't fit in the uniform of the assistant. Think about it now."

He looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Even if I didn't die at the hands of the clown, I wouldn't be Robin. Flying around Gotham with bare legs at 15 years old is really scandalous."

"Long live the pants." Tim whispered, "Okay, let's just follow Dick's old path. Should I also build a city to encircle my own territory, the 'Drake' of XX City or something like that."

"'Drake' is such a great code name," Jason smirked ironically, "You might as well be more intuitive and just call 'Duck Detective', it's very memorable. Whose code name will the super criminals be for? Fighting even more idiots."

"Say it like 'Red Hood' is creative. Their previous hood was shaped like a condom."

"That's not me, no, thank you."

"Then don't mention 'Duck Detective'. Ducks are dangerous, I mean it."

"Very well, we have a truce, Detective Duck."

"...Understood, red. set. set."

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That Detective Duck uniform is really awesome

lsp ready to move