[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

"Damian may just be," Dick tried to find a way to explain, "a habit of punching and kicking as a way of saying hello. The League is a violent organization, after all."

"The way you made excuses for him is really embarrassing." Jason said, he shook his head, "You will definitely be next, Dicky. You will have a holy duel with the little assassin."

Dick thought for a moment, struggling with his last beautiful fantasy, "If it won't cause harm, it's actually fine to practice with him."

"Oh," Tim pointed at the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, the bruise from Damian's kick has gradually faded, and only a little bruise remains on the skin, "Do you mean to open the corner of your mouth for free, or The knife that stabbed into the wall."

He moved his numb feet, rubbed the sandpaper against the wall, and smoothed the dried plaster.Jason took the opportunity to remove his hand to wipe off the excess dust with a rag, and then applied the patch paint on it to make it the same color as the surrounding walls.

The three brothers are squatting here together now, just to repair the corridor after the battle between Jason and Damian.No one wanted to face Alfred's angry face, so even Dick half-kneeled beside him, painting the floor lamp stand that Jason brought to block the knife.

"I choose the training room." Dick said, holding up the painted light stand in front of him, "I'm such a genius, perfect."

"Good painter." Jason praised perfunctorily.

"I have an idea," this is the second time Dick said this, and Jason suspected that he would say it every time Damian challenged someone, "Damian should go out and get in touch with the society and learn how to interact with normal people."

Tim's soul asked, "Are you sure that a normal person can kill him with a knife?"

"We'll watch him." Dick said confidently.

Jason's heels were moving back quietly, "Bruce must be very happy that you have this confidence. Come on, look after you."

Dick wrinkled his nose. "He's a model of emotionally healthy expression in Gotham City, and he's waiting for Damian to discover his truth, goodness, and beauty."

Of course, Bruce's old routine, from before and after Jason's death, will never go out of style.Bruce hadn't gotten around to talking to Jason since he'd returned to Wayne Mansion.To be precise, it's not that I don't have time, but that I didn't plan which three sentences out of the one hundred sentences I wanted to say would stand out and reach Jason's ears.

And Damian is not a normal kid, and Bruce hasn't figured out how to communicate with him yet.The approach to the other three boys, the family movie, the baseball game, might not work.

Jason had already slipped to the side silently, clutching the rag.Goodbye, Timmy, you can't blame me for leaving you alone with Dick, after all you adore him so much.

Dick is still looking ahead, "The three of us, and Anna, take him out for a stroll. The League of Assassins will certainly not let him go out for a walk. We should have this kind of family activity, let him feel the joy of ordinary people .”

"Nice idea," Tim said.

Dick clasped his arms wide, hooking Tim into his arms like a big brown bear with outstretched arms, "Come on, Tibao, it's team building time!"

Jason was about to slip away successfully, but Dick's other hand grabbed him, and the elder brother pulled him hard into his arms, making him and Tim head-to-head in his big brother's chest.

Ye Yi is really a brown bear, hug bear!

"I'll convince Bruce, and I can convince him," Dick said aggressively.

Nightwing can do anything, and he does.

When Jason was wearing a peaked cap, walking on the street with Tim and Dick, and Dick was standing next to Damian holding a silver fox, even he had to admire the golden boy.

Given Damian's looks, Tim's high profile and Jason's fox ears, they all wore caps.Dick wants to hold Damian's hand, but Damian firmly refuses.

The little assassin just hugged Sigrid and stared at the pedestrians around him coldly, the busy traffic seemed to affect him in any way.

"It's pointless and I don't need or want to communicate with civilians."

"Oh, a commoner." Jason snickered, "He sounds like a nobleman from the Middle Ages, the kind who would have servants sitting in front of the carriage to drive his horses."

"Watch your wording, Todd." Damian stared at him displeased, which made him look more like the nobleman Jason described, only much younger.

"He figured it out and it wasn't a compliment," Tim said. "I thought he didn't. It's a pity."

Dick got in between them before Damian's attack, and physically separated the choking brothers, "Okay, now it's team building time, we don't talk about anything that has nothing to do with harmony and friendship during team building time."

Damian frowned, and as he was about to speak again, Sigrid turned around in his arms, and the fox's paw patted his lips, "Hey."

Silver Fox educated, "Hey, hey."

Damian frowned even tighter, but no matter what he wanted to say just now, he swallowed it back under Sigrid's restraint.

Dick quickly changed the subject, "Do you want to pick some toys and snacks for Anna? We can go to the pet supermarket."

Damian weighed it with a small face, and he let go, "If Sigrid can go in, then it's fine."

"Wow," Jason sighed, "he really listened to the silver fur cub, no wonder the silver fur cub has an eight-foot-thick filter on him. His world is upside down."

"It just proves that Bruce and Dick together are no more than a fox, sadly," Tim said, and he yawned. "I don't know why I'm here."

Jason stared at him for a few seconds, then ran away before Tim got confused. "Wait for me," he said.

Tim watched strangely as he jogged a few steps to the nearby coffee shop, and he came out shortly afterwards with a cup of coffee in one hand.

The steaming bitter drink was delivered to Tim, and Tim stretched out his hands to hold it. The familiar aroma made him laugh, "Only two cups?"

"I only have two hands." Jason said righteously, he lifted the lid, and added a lethal amount of sugar to his cup of coffee in front of Tim, "Are you unhappy?"

"No." Tim denied.

"You do." Jason raised his eyebrows, "Be honest, after drinking coffee, you have to tell the truth."

Drink coffee.to be honest.Drink coffee.to be honest.

Two options, actually one option, were compared over and over in Tim's mind, and as always, he surrendered under Jason's bullshit, "Yeah, I'm not happy, what?"

Jason stirred the Americano that he couldn't taste the bitterness, "The reason."

Tim's eyes fell on Jason's windbreaker, where his tail was hidden.

Jason slapped the hand holding the stirring rod, "Wait, is it because of me?" He blinked in disbelief, "Because, the tail? Because Damian touched my tail?"

Tim rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Listen, I know this reason is weird and unreasonable, but, that is, people's moods are not determined by people's subjective will."

"You're really weird." Jason licked off the coffee liquid on the stirrer, "Connor hugged me when I was a cat..." He wanted to give a second example, but got stuck.Since Jason began to transform into various wonderful creatures to do commissions everywhere, he seems to have been with Tim, just like Best said, they are bound.

"It's different." Tim retorted, blushing slightly, "very different."

Jason was a little uncomfortable. He turned his eyes away from Tim's face, "Whatever you want." He said vaguely, "I won't let the little bat cubs go again next time."

While the two were chatting on the street, Dick and Damian had already entered the pet supermarket.Around Sigrid's neck was a small collar attached to a leash.And Damian walked behind it with his hands behind his back, holding the leash.

Dick thought, Jason was right, he looked like a stuffy old nobleman.

Damian is a caring child when it comes to dealing with animals. He will carefully check the ingredient list of each canned pet food for Sigrid and compare the nutritional content.The small things Sigrid chose by himself, he put into the basket without any hesitation.Dick noticed that he had taken an extra copy of each of his toys, which was for Ace.Although Dick paid for all these, Dick still felt a glimmer of hope, which showed that Damian also had a considerate side.

They stayed in the pet food section for a while, picking out the pet food that best suits Sigrid's taste. Alfred will prepare dog food for Sigrid and Ace, but they still need other snacks.

A man stood beside them with a black hairless dog on a leash.Damian raised his eyes and glanced at the hairless dog, which was captured by the man.

"Moon flower dog." The man raised his mouth showing off, "It's very rare now."

"You should dress it," Damian said disapprovingly. "Hairlessness is a genetic defect that makes them susceptible to disease."

The man sneered, "It's much more convenient to have no hair, I don't want the house to be full of dog hair flying around."

Damian said unhappily, "They shouldn't be brought outside, especially in this weather."

"If you don't bring it out, how will others know that I have this kind of dog." The man gave Damian a sympathetic look, "You are too young," he looked at Sigrid, "you don't know style. This kind of fox is a farm out, the cheapest price, born as mouth food and fur provider."

"Stop talking about Sigrid like that, she's much wiser than you." Damian glared at the man, "I'll let you know what respect is!"

The man responded by snorting disdainfully, contemptuously and glibly, "Poor brat."

Every muscle in the little assassin's body tensed, ready to respond to the call of his mind at any time.He could knock him down here and snatch the poor dog up.Dogs shouldn't pay for their owners' ignorance.

A hand gently separated him from the man.

"My advice is don't fight," Dick said in a low voice, "unless you want to take your dog with you and lose face. Everyone around is watching."

The man's expression was awkward for a moment. To deal with this kind of performance lover, the fear of embarrassing him is more effective than insisting on provocation. "Your child is uneducated." He dropped the sentence arrogantly, turned around and walked away with the dog.

Damian's eyes were still glued to the moonflower dog.Dick stood in front of him, shielding his eyes from looking in that direction.

The boy frowned suddenly, and grabbed Dick with all his might.Dick is experienced in dealing with surprise attacks, and he pushes and pulls a few times skillfully, taking off Damian in between movements.Sigrid barked a few times, "Hey!"

Damian was distracted, Dick tripped his ankle, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.Dick held out his hand to him.

Damian Carp stood up straight from the ground, Dick pressed his shoulders, "Don't hit here."

"Why should I listen to you?" Damian questioned, furiously, "Why are you stopping me?"

"I'm not going to say something stupid because I'm your brother, not yet," Dick said. "Tell me, do you only establish yourself by fighting?"

Damian didn't chew, just looked at him sullenly.

Dick sighed, he loosened his wrist, "Okay, then we'll have a fight. In the training room of the manor."

Yewing's knuckles crackled because of his movements, and he respected the lifestyle of the little assassin in front of him, "If you win, I won't bother you anymore, and you can still establish dominance. But if I win, You have to listen to me."

"There is no second possibility." Damian said without thinking.

"Probably not what you want," Dick said.

The whole family wanted to buy popcorn to watch Ye Yi's ring fight.Dick thought bitterly, at least he made another contribution to the emoticons in the chat group.

Love and patience.Love and patience, he reminded himself.

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Big brother's love and patience (referring to a fight to establish dominance) (bushi)