[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Damian is confined to his bedroom.He thought he wouldn't care about it.

In the League of Assassins, his daily life has long been filled with training and various courses, with very little private time.Bruce just left him alone in his room with nothing to do. He even had a TV in his bedroom, which was a sabbatical compared to life in the league.

But he was a little impetuous unexpectedly. Maybe seeing his father had a greater impact on Damian than he imagined.

Damian has already followed his plan to test Drake, Batman's current assistant.The results disappointed him, Drake was a good fighter, but he wasn't at the top, at least not enough to be his father's sidekick.Damian's father, the detective acclaimed by his grandfather, is the only love his mother admits, and someone better deserves a place beside him.

Although this trial cost Damian his father's punishment, it was worth it.Life in the Confederacy taught him that if a man fails to get ahead, he falls behind; if a man fails to be a conqueror, he becomes a slave.Damian didn't want to lag behind, nor willing to be inferior, so he had to use the fastest speed to establish his position in this new ethnic group.

There are still two peaks in front of Damian, Todd and Grayson.The former had some contact with his mother, and it was always good to be cautious anyway.The latter played the role of pioneer and deputy within the bat group, which should not be underestimated.

Of the three ahead of Damian, Grayson is the most dangerous, with his vast experience setting him apart from the others.The first-generation Robin deserves Damian to sort out a detailed battle plan for him.Damian sat at the table, nonchalantly drawing with a pen and paper found in the bookcase.

Drawing is something Damian rarely calls a hobby. While he is refining his plans for the other Robins in his mind, he is using a pencil to outline the outline on the paper.

Middle Eastern-style buildings are gradually revealed in light gray, and henna powder is blooming under the complicated sculptures on the wall.Union women sometimes mash its petals and apply them to their nails.More daring, people who are not afraid of its toxicity will use it to draw patterns on the body and draw magnificent tattoos.

The hairy dumpling was lying in front of his glass window, pushing the window with its flesh pad. "Sigrid!" Damian jumped down from his seat and opened the window for Silver Fox.

Sigrid slipped in through the window and stepped on Damian's table, being careful not to step on Damian's painting.The silver fox tilted its head to look at the painting, and barked at Damian a few times.

"This is the place where we first met." Damian said, he reached out to touch the back of Silver Fox's neck and scratched its chin. Silver Fox narrowed his eyes comfortably, "You still remember."

"Oh!" Sigrid happily responded.

It squatted on the desk, pressed its paws on Damian's forehead, and softly scolded a few times, "Bee, blah, blah."

"This is a test, Sigrid." Damian poked his waist and explained to Silver Fox, "They are difficult problems set by my mother. I need to give a good answer to prove myself."

Sigrid groaned disapprovingly.

Damian shook his head, "Without 'brothers and sisters', the winner can survive." He sat down again, picked up Sigrid and put it on his lap, Damian opened the drawer, and found out A small comb.

While grooming the silver fox, he said, "Just like you, you are the only one who escaped from your mother and grandfather. You are the winner, so we can meet here."

Silver Fox stepped forward to lick Damian's cheek, "Oh."

Damian slowed down the grooming of the silver fox, and fell into thought, "My father is a werewolf, and my adoptive brother is a fox." The child narrowed his eyes, a little confused, "My tail and ears are Where? Or do you only turn back into animals when you're an adult?"

In another bedroom of the mansion, Dick, Jason, and Tim were squeezed into Tim's bed at the same time.Thankfully the Wayne family was rich enough to afford a luxurious bed that allowed the three of them to roll on the futon.The eldest brother of the Wayne family was lying in the middle of the big bed, occupying the most central position of the entire bed, next to the two younger brothers.

"You're sick, Dick face!" Jason kicked Dick's forearm with a pair of furry fox ears on his face, "We've only slept for a few hours!"

Tim is half asleep, tucking his head under the pillow and groaning like a zombie.

"Well," Dick sighed sadly and sweetly, "I'm so excited to see the birds sleeping in the same nest. By the way, it's eleven o'clock at noon, and it's time for Alfred to call us down for lunch."

"So what are your instructions?" Jason sneered, trying and failing to kick Dick off the bed.

Tim revealed half of his face under the pillow, a mouth to be exact, "He's going to have a family talk with us while Bruce isn't getting up, so I presume the topic he's going to talk about is the same as kicking me last night." The face of the demon cub."

"Smart, Tebow, great!" Dick praised. "I thought about it last night, and I think I figured out what he was thinking."

"Please express your opinion." Jason said indifferently.

"We're dealing with a dangerous young assassin raised by the League of Assassins," Dick said. "Think of Thalia and Lei Xiao, they are certainly not good child psychologists and educators. I guess they only taught Damian Communicate with people by fighting and dominating."

Tim moved the pillow away from his face, revealing the bruise around his mouth, "You want to say this is the result of my exchange with a socially phobic kid last night?"

"No, I mean he's a dangerous and nasty little devil, but he's been taught a little devil." Dick sat up and scratched his ass with his hands, "He was an angel in front of Anna. Angels can also become angels in front of us. We need love and patience."

"It's been said that his name is Sigrid. There is a reason why Silver Cub thinks Damian is more angelic than you." Jason kicked Dick lazily, "Love and patience, ha, so you are Disney's Runaway Princess. Why don't Princess Dick first show us how to impress a little devil with love and patience."

Dick was hopeful. "I think so."

"Let me remind you first," Jason pointed to the fox ears on his head, "Sigrid's commission is to let Damian 'go home'. Now the bat cub has lived in the manor, and I The change hasn't gone away. That's it."

Jason shrugged, "He doesn't think of this as 'home'."

Jason's guess was far less optimistic than Dick's.Dick's optimism comes from his ignorance of the League of Assassins.It can't be said that Dick doesn't "know" the League of Assassins, he knows it on another level, limited to data and fighting as an enemy.

He is a person who has really lived there, and he knows the strict constraints of that organization and its strict rules of life.Damian O'Goo is definitely not a kind kid in the traditional sense, he will not hesitate to swing a knife at anyone who stands in his way.

Jason thought his attack on Tim wasn't in full swing, and for Thalia's sake, he didn't even pull out the samurai knife he used to chop down the bushes.

Damian gets his timing right, gets all the work done, and Tim from up the Batcave to the Manor will be at his most slack and exhausted.

He also chose the wrong timing. Damian is the owner of a healthy routine, and the Wayne family, except for Alfred, is a group of bats in the true sense, they are active at night.Most of the people were lying in bed at that time, but most of them were still awake and would be startled by the sound of their fighting.

Damian will continue to challenge them, Jason thought, sauntering at the dinner table admiring the kid's stiff expression when Dick smiled at Damian.

He gloats that Dick's unsolicited kindness toward the young assassin might be taken by Damian as a sign of provocation.Dick Grayson will be next on the field, and the Wayne heartthrob will be deflated.

"I wish Damian would give it a shot," Tim said on their separate comm channel, "at least not make me the only one he kicked black in the face."

"You're so bad, baby bird." Jason lay on the sofa and stretched out comfortably. Ace ran past his feet, and he rubbed the dog's head casually.

"It's not as good as you. I'm blowing the cold air outside, and you're watching TV at home." Tim groaned, "My monitor caught a group of bad guys two streets away who are going to rob at night, okay, Hong Luo Bing is going to give them justice."

"I'm going to take a shower and kick their asses for my share." Jason greeted, he turned off his headset, hummed a little tune and walked upstairs.

The effect of Bruce's werewolf serum disappeared, and Batman once again put on his armor to watch the night.And Jason is still on vacation at the mansion with his plush ears and tail.It was a little good that he hadn't decided yet whether he wanted to join the bats' night watch.He still prefers to go it alone.Being Robin with Batman was fine, but he wasn't Robin anymore and never was.

He walked slowly, passing by his former room.Jason stopped in his tracks and gently placed his hand on the door.This room is the tomb of the second generation Robin.He thought about it, and decided that he was not ready to open the door.

Alfred packed his room and found that he didn't live there at all, and the old housekeeper gave up after Jason slept in Tim's room for several days in a row.Jason didn't want Alfred to tidy up a new room for him, didn't want to think of himself as the new addition to the family.He is an old friend and should not live in a new house.

He didn't go back to his previous bedroom either, and he didn't think he could live in it without any grudges.With this conflicting idea, Tim's bedroom is basically his.Tim is so freaked out that Alfred should just give them a suite to start living together at Wayne Mansion.

Jason put his hands down, turned and walked to Tim's bedroom.He continued the ditty that had been interrupted just now, and the accident happened at this moment!

The door of the second-generation Robin's bedroom opened silently, and a group of swift black shadows jumped out of it, and a sharp white light flashed!

Jason's body moved before his brain, and he clasped his hands tightly to clamp the blade.Only then did he see his attacker, "Fuck, Bat Cub?"

Most of the family members are on the night watch, and Alfred is in the Batcave, which is a really good opportunity to strike.What the hell, is he the second on the list?

Damian didn't answer, the blade of the samurai knife was in a stalemate with Jason's calloused palm for a while, and Damian confirmed that he could not defeat his opponent in terms of strength.He relaxed his hands, exerted strength on his waist, and swept Jason's waist with a whip.

Jason didn't want to fight him.Damian is a kid, and even if he's a dangerous little assassin, he's a baby assassin.It was too easy for Jason to get over a kid, and he didn't want to hurt them.

"Stop, I don't want to fight you!" Jason yelled back, he raised his hand and used his arm to block Damian's kick.What a ghost, how Thalia trained this little freak, this is not the strength that normal children can have.

"A warrior will never back down in battle." Damian swung his knife, and the sharp edge of the blade reflected the zenith of Wayne Mansion. "You disappoint me. I thought you should have more of a warrior's character."

Jason had no doubts about the degree to which the knife could cut iron like mud and cut hairs. It would surely be able to cut through its own texture as easily as it cut butter.

Clang—the iron craft lamp bracket collided with the knife, making a long, clear and crisp sound.Jason looked at Damian through the gap between the bracket and the knife, "Shut up, I won't sue the old bat."

"Mother-approved fighters shouldn't be indecisive," Damian said, letting go of his right hand holding the knife and sliding down to tuck himself into the gap in the brace.The samurai knife flipped and fell in the air, Damian caught it with his left hand and stabbed Jason head-on.

Jason could choose to kick Damian away, like a broken sack.They gradually deviated from their original line in the fight, and from this angle, Damian would be kicked back to his original bedroom by him.

Jason looked forward and was firmly attracted by an old room.In one short glance, he saw that nothing had changed in that room.The book he read before getting on the plane is still on his desk, and the poster of his favorite band from when he was 15 is still pasted on the outside of the cabinet, the signatures on the posters have faded with time.

That room awaits a ghost.

The cold touch grazed the skin, and Damian stabbed his knife into the wall, and half an inch more, the knife would have pierced Jason's waist.

"Beating you didn't give me a sense of accomplishment." Damian raised his chin, with a trace of displeasure on his tense face, "You are not a qualified loser."

Jason's face was full of displeasure, "You're singing a one-man show, kid."

Damian ignored him, his hand on the hilt, trapping Jason between himself and the blade, and the little assassin held out his hand solemnly.

He grabbed Jason's tail and licked it skillfully twice.

"The hair is well maintained." He said, and the movements of smoothing the hair became more and more gentle.

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