[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

The day Damian sat at Wayne's dinner table, Jason and Tim tensed up and entered a state of first-level combat readiness.

To their surprise, although the little assassin still liked to sneer at them, at least he didn't kill them with a fork as a dart.Dick's face is full of relief, and Bruce is very satisfied with the family scene.

Another point is that Damian doesn't eat meat, and the little assassin is a vegetarian.

Damian is a true animal friend.Jason admired it, at least he who loves junk food can't imagine what he would do without burgers and hot dogs in his life.

As Damian goes downstairs, he begins to get in touch with their daily life.Jason soon discovered the problem again.

During working hours, he and Damian were the only idlers in the family, not counting Alfred, the old butler could miraculously take care of everything during this time.

At this time a few days ago, Jason would play games in the small living room upstairs, while Damian would stay in his bedroom, and the two would not touch each other.

Today is different because Damian is no longer a little animal hiding in the bedroom because of Dick's request.

He stared at the little blue hedgehog on the screen, and asked seriously and confused, "Who is this?"

Jason didn't pay him any attention, he had to concentrate on the game, avoid operating mistakes, and lose face in front of the devil cubs. "Sonic, the fastest hedgehog in the world."

Damian watched the blue hedgehog ball sprint all the way, rolled over the falling stone pillars and the flames, and picked up countless gold coins.He stopped there unconsciously, looking fascinated.

Jason snickered, of course the League of Assassins wouldn't play games for their little prince.It's time for the evil game culture to corrupt the league's backward education.

"You missed a gold coin just now!" Damian said, his tone more excited than Jason's.

"That doesn't affect the score." Jason said lazily, and he quickly paid the price for his inattention.The little hedgehog rolled down without paying attention during the sharp turn.

"You're so weak," Damian accuses unhappily, "You let Sonic drown."

Sigrid squatted down on the sofa beside Jason, and Jason threw the game controller to Damian, and reached out to touch Sigrid's hair, "I bet you must have died more times than me."

Damian snorted coldly, ">TT<, not everyone lacks focus like you."

"Then try." Jason raised his eyebrows.

Damian held the game controller, hesitated briefly and sat next to Sigrid.Jason put his hand on Sigrid, combed the silver fox again and again, and sneered at Damian ruthlessly.

"Can't you get through here? Tsk tsk tsk."

"Dead again, beautiful!"

"Do you want me to adjust it to a novice level for you, so that you can find confidence in the novice level?"

Damian couldn't take it anymore, and became furious, his hedgehog couldn't even reach the place where Jason failed, "Shut up, stupid fox!"

"Are you talking about Sigrid?" Jason opened his eyes artificially, "You actually scolded Sigrid!"

The silver fox who was involved in the war licked the hair on its body and chirped a few times as if laughing.

"Why don't you find something for yourself to do?" Damian said dissatisfiedly, "You're going to be moldy with too much free time."

Jason leaned on the back of the sofa and changed into a comfortable position. Alfred was not in the small living room, so he put his feet on the coffee table carelessly, "Listen boy," he began to point Jiang Shan, "You know I once Trained in the league, so I understand the brainwashing rhetoric within you."

"That's not brainwashing rhetoric." It didn't sound very confident.

Ignoring Damian's protest, Jason continued, "You think it's cowardly for Batman not to wipe out his enemies. I can't say I agree with all of them, but I also have doubts about his approach." He held out two Root fingered in front of Damian, "We are vigilantes, we save people. One is the future victim, and the other is the criminal in front of us. Rescuing the criminal is a sacrifice to the victim."

Damian glanced at him and said bluntly, "You stupid behavior will leave you with endless troubles."

"That's right, that's the problem." Jason licked his lips, "Batman has become a brand under the leadership of Bruce over the years. If one day he steps down from this position, the new Batman must also Obey this rule. Make sure you don't fall in a strict way, treat everyone who needs to be saved equally, this kind of stupid greatness is the premise of Batman's cooperation with the police."

Jason withdrew his hand and put his pillow behind his head, "This city lives under Batman's rules. Whether you abide by them or not, Batman, as the actual leader of the vigilante, must make a statement to the outside world. In this city, Obeying his rules has become a necessity for vigilantes who have nothing to do with family and friendship. Here, killing is not against bats, but against the unspoken rules of the city, and bats are just following the rules to maintain order."

"Even if this rule is stupid?"

"Even if this rule is stupid."

"As you can see, I belong to the murderous teddy bear side. I want the present more than the future. I hope that the people in the present can be saved, and that the city I grew up in can get benefits that are visible to the naked eye." Jason spread his hands , "So I decided to follow his rules in Gotham. Follow the rules of the bat and follow my own ideas, and I'm trying to find my place in it."

He looked at Damian, and the child was thoughtful, "You also need to find your place here."

"I don't thank you for your stupid experience sharing," Damian frowned, "but I can gain some experience in it. Now," he raised his chin instructing, "adjust the game, I want to start from the novice level Let's start, learn the operating system of this game."

"Find out the first one," Jason muttered, "Don't treat yourself like someone else."

***

"Would you like to go on night watch with me tonight?" Tim tentatively asked.

He had just put on his personal uniform, and before he had time to organize his equipment, he invited Jason.

Jason was lying on the bed reading a book, raised his eyebrows at Tim in surprise, and then suddenly realized, "You monitored my conversation with the devil cub!"

"I just, I didn't, well," Tim gave up his defense, "Yes, I listened to your conversations, and set the alarm line on Damian, and once the two of you start talking, the system will send me an alert .” He explained in a low voice, “I’m just afraid that you guys will fight again.”

"I understand," Jason kneeled in front of Tim on the soft bed, and the fox's big tail began to wriggle like a fiery cotton candy. "It's definitely not because I'm afraid that he will touch my tail again."

Tim covers his face with one hand, "Laugh as you please."

"How could I laugh at you?" Jason said kindly, "You're just doing the marking behavior that six-year-olds would do when they snatch toys, and you're careful to see if others are secretly playing with your stuffed dog."

A blue eye appeared under his hand, "I also have your monitoring on me."

"No alarm was set on Stephen or Kashan." Jason said in surprise, "Could it be that you want me to pay attention to how many words you and Dick say every day?"

Tim hugged Jason's tail angrily, buried his face in it and took a deep breath, "Whatever you say, are you going or not?"

"Hmm," Jason hummed, "Since you invited me so, I want to visit Crime Alley and go back to my hometown."

"Then we'll meet there," Tim said, "and when Bruce and I finish our patrol, I'll find you there."

"Listen to you." Jason made an "OK" gesture.

Jason hadn't been back to Crime Alley in months, and he'd returned with the ambition to turn any scum drug dealer who dared to lay his hand on a student into one of the heads in the bag.He couldn't do that now, at least not while Batman was watching the tote bag tragedy.

But he can still beat up punks and gangsters who harass women and children.

Just before Tim came, Jason was beating the crap out of the third gang he'd spotted tonight.The little boy he saved from a beating looked at him pitifully with wide eyes, "Don't beat me, please!"

"I don't hit children, little devil." Jason said, it is between late night and early morning, which is not a suitable time for children to come out for activities. "Street kids with some experience will not come out for activities now. Do you need anything?" ?”

The child looked up at him timidly, "Mom has a fever and needs medicine."

"Would you like to take me back to see your mother?" Jason asked.

The child was just silent. When Jason rubbed his head, he clearly felt the little body under his palm stiffen, "Well done, boy, it's good to be on guard."

At Jason's age, he can only do this.Children are too powerless in front of adults. "I know of a clinic that might be able to help you. Dr. Leslie, she took me in when I was little and tended to my wounds. You don't have to trust me, but you can go to her."

The child looked at his glowing red hood, weighed and thought about it, and then nodded slightly.Jason took his hand and bought him a burger, fries, and a Coke on the way to Dr. Leslie's.

When the child got the medicine from Leslie, he quietly followed the child to send him back, making sure that no unsightly people attacked him on the way.

"Do you have an idea about this?" A red bird jumped off the roof and landed beside Jason.

"This is my home, Red," Jason said. "I grew up in this alley and became a standard thug. I even stole Leslie's medicine, and she was the one who took in and almost got caught. Killed me."

Tim looked at him sideways, "It sounds like you weren't a good student before."

"Never, and I don't expect you to understand." Jason shrugged, "B is the young master, and you are a wealthy middle class. Although the golden boy had no money when he was young, he had love and honor. These two things do not belong to me This little street rat."

Tim's voice sounded a little sad, "Don't say that, even though you were born in a quagmire, you never gave up hope. Before survival, we can't force morality."

"Are you trying to fool him with sweet words to everyone?" Jason took off his hood, revealing his stuffed ears.Now that there is no one here, he can breathe.

"So sweet talk cheers you up?" Tim asked.

Jason grinned. The domino mask covered his eyes, but it couldn't hide his expression like a hood. "Maybe a racing game will."

He put the hood on Tim's head, and covered Tim's head with a layer of jujube shells.After changing hands, he took out the hook gun stolen from the bat cave, hooked the gargoyle stone statue on the building next door, and fled in the air.

"You can't catch up, baby bird!" A provocative voice came from afar.

Tim took off Jason's hood, shook his head, "You're screwed," he said, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Two figures were chasing after the night.The hook locks pull each stress point on the high-rise building one by one.Jason passed between the steel skeletons of the viaduct. He turned his head to look, and there was no sign of Tim behind him.

Wow, what a shame, I can't catch up with this.

Before he could laugh out loud, someone from the shadow of the building on the side swooped out and knocked Jason into the air.Tim and him rolled on the roof for several laps before stopping. Red Robin was pinned down by Jason, panting and smiling, "I got you."

"Congratulations, baby bird." Jason propped himself up and couldn't help smiling.

He couldn't see Tim's eyes, but he knew him so well that he could automatically picture Tim's expression in his mind at the moment.

It should be a very happy and satisfied smile, like a shining little sun.

Jason looked away abruptly.He hurriedly got up from Tim, "Do you want to go back, or go shopping again?"

Tim seemed to be aware of this subtle atmosphere, and he also shifted his gaze, "Look at you, where do you want to go."

"How about I show you around Crime Alley?"

Tim returned the hood in his hand to him, "Then there will be guide Lao."

Jason's childhood life was not happy, and he rarely shared with others his experience of being a stray dog ​​on the street.He was not morally perfect when he was young.

Talking to Tim about all this is not as unpleasant as he imagined. Tim is a good listener and will not judge his choices. He fully understands the hardships of life for street children.

All in all, tonight was a relaxing night.Except for one thing.

When Jason and Tim went back to their room through the window, they saw a Bruce Wayne in a bathrobe sitting on their sofa.

Jason tilted his feet and almost fell from the window.

The author has something to say: How to understand the mood of being caught in the middle of the night by buckets and mentions?

Just imagine that you pick up food secretly at the door of your house at two o'clock in the morning, and turn around to find your mother standing at the door of the bedroom watching you.