[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Bruce looked at the two children across from him. They looked like two little birdballs frightened by a big bat. Their feathers were fluffed up and they huddled together.

He noticed their rosy skin and the unabashed delight on their faces when they came in, plus Tim's absent-mindedness after the night watch was over.Bruce concluded that after tonight's patrol, Tim and Jason had a date.They probably came back after a stroll outside, considering Jason's background, the location was in the East District.

Their relationship is really good.Bruce sighed.This scene of chasing and playing in the dark of Gotham reminded him of the chase game between himself and Catwoman on the roof.

Metaphor wrong.According to the relationship between Jason and Tim, after the replacement, it should be the scene where he and Dick supported each other and flew across the city over Gotham when they were young.

"Rest early," Bruce said.

Jason stared at him warily, "What do you want, old man?"

"I wanted to talk to you," Bruce said openly, "but you haven't been in your bedroom lately, so I'll have to come over to Tim and wait for you."

Come, come, "Weneedtotalk" is here!

Jason carefully observed Bruce's expression, and confirmed that there was no bat-like unhappiness on the old man's face, he didn't seem to take the fact that they slipped out to play in the middle of the night to heart, "Then let's go to the study and talk, or talk here? "

"It's nothing Tim knows about it, he will know sooner or later." Bruce said, he put on a serious look, looked at Jason, and said in a serious tone with a little anxiety, "You have returned to us, so I Think, your death certificate can be canceled."

What is he saying?

Jason's mind went blank for a moment.

Bruce seemed faintly flustered because of his reaction, "I have consulted the relevant lawyers and prepared the evidence. If you want, I hope you can attend the hearing with me next week... to prove that Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's son didn't really die, he came back to this family."

Jason was speechless. He opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time before he said awkwardly, "Is this what you've been doing these days?"

After he returned to the mansion, his relationship with Bruce has been lukewarm.Part of Jason thought it was because Bruce couldn't accept how he treated the Joker, didn't agree with his idea of ​​killing, even though Jason was willing to abide by his rules in Gotham.

He thought that the reason Bruce was unhappy was because he lost a disobedient little follower and returned with a more rebellious and murderous teddy bear.Batman must have known about the building massacres Jason was doing in New York, even though they were killers.And Foye, who was wanted by the FBI, also died at Jason's gun.

And now Bruce was telling him that Bat-Papa had been transparent for days just for that, to bring Jason back from the legally...dead.

"The witnesses in Ethiopia are a bit troublesome, and it took me a little time." Bruce didn't answer his question directly, "I didn't ask other people to help, I just wanted to do it myself."

"Is this a gift?" Jason asked.Tim pressed his shoulders behind him, and Jason shook his head, trying to shake the discomfort out of his eyes.

And Bruce just looked at him helplessly, as if he didn't understand why the atmosphere became like this, "This is not a gift, Gerald, no." He repeated to emphasize this point, "This is what you deserve, it's justified Things cannot be counted as gifts.”

Damn sensational old man.

Jason swallowed the choking in his throat, and said sternly, "If I don't agree, are you going to work for nothing?"

"If I adopted you again," Bruce said, his playboy face looking surprisingly innocent, "the media's perception of my preference for dark-haired, blue-eyed toddlers might change."

"Are you sure it's not an aggravation?" Tim said from the side, "Jason became Jason's stand-in or something."

"That makes sense." Bruce nodded seriously. At this time, the two managers of the Wayne Group showed their amazing familiarity with the Gotham gossip tabloids.

Jason's sentimentality of a literary youth was forcefully forced back, and he became deeply speechless.

Bruce opened his arms to Jason.

Jason stepped forward and punched Batpapa hard on the shoulder, "You're as badass as ever."

"But it's not bad." With that, he hugged Bruce.

Jason has been a gangster for five years, and next week he won't be.

A black household has the advantages of a black household. He doesn't have to worry about exposing his identity during the day, and he can concentrate on the task wholeheartedly. He doesn't need to deal with the exaggerated world during the day and worry about becoming one of the schizophrenic patients.

It is also good to restore the identity of the second son of the Wayne family.To change the crime alley, it is not enough to just maintain order at night. It needs more infrastructure, more organized regulations, more clean funds and more good people.

Being a criminal alley waif adopted by a rich man is a good identity, which can not only deal with those mean capitalists, but also win the trust of the aborigines.

Jason decided to participate in next week's hearing for future plans, and the blueprint in his mind has roughly taken shape.

"Yes, it's definitely not because you are like a six-year-old child, who smiles after being coaxed by your father." Tim said perfunctorily.

Jason leaped over from the other side of the bed, strangled Tim's throat with his arm fiercely from behind, "I'm not done with you, little bird."

He whispered in Tim's ear bleakly, "Dick was completely hidden by the old man. You are a shrewd little bird. I don't believe you didn't notice the limelight."

Tim held up his hands in surrender, "Surprise, it's not a surprise if you know it beforehand."

Jason narrowed his eyes. "I should have guessed. I asked for an apology pizza."

"You graded this on the same level as the one where you bit me?" Tim was taken aback by his audacity. "You know how many tabloids there were in the days after that about 'Mr. Wayne' A secret love.scar on the neck'?"

"What does what the vampire does have anything to do with my fox?" Jason said righteously, the triangular fox's ears twitched twice, and its big tail dangled behind it.

"You just want to eat junk food." Tim said angrily, he hugged Jason's tail and rubbed it, making a mess of the fiery red fur.

"If you don't buy pizza, you won't play tail." Jason said with a smile.

The two were fighting with pillows on the bed when there was a sudden knock on the door.Bruce's voice sounded outside the door, full of confusion, "Are you still asleep?"

Both the fox and the man froze, and after a while they quietly crawled into the bed and covered themselves with the blanket.

After talking with Jason, Bruce let go of his burden.Jason agreed to attend the hearing and the family would be reconciled.Bruce stood in front of the family portrait of himself and his parents with a cucumber sandwich dug out from the kitchen refrigerator, staring quietly.

When passing by Tim's bedroom again, there was a laughing voice from behind the door. Bruce gnawed on a half-eaten cucumber sandwich and knocked on the door, "Are you still asleep?"

Quiet quickly behind the door.He returned to the bedroom with confidence, his head just touching the pillow.A communicator he placed in the dark compartment under the bedside table beeped again.

Bruce lay on the bed, sighed, and stretched out his hand to open the cabinet, "...Thalia."

***

There is no one in the small living room now, and Damian glanced around the door, but did not notice any other movement.He walked in with confidence, and Sigrid followed him, jumping onto the sofa and coiling into a ball.

Damian half-kneeled at the bottom cabinet of the TV, poking at the main unit.He only watched Jason play it once, but he had a good memory and was smart enough to successfully tune out the game after a few fiddles.

"It's game time now." The little assassin said to himself, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a childish smile on his face.

He and Jason are not good game partners, because the two always have to tease each other.It will be a while before Damian becomes a veteran of the game, and he is trying to apply his advanced education in the League of Assassins to improve the game.

It's not sneaky fun, it's just part of the training.Train your reflexes and understanding to hit your exes in every direction.

Wait until he finishes today's training content to his heart's content, and returns to the bedroom.Damian found his father standing in his room.

"Father." Damian's heart twitched unconsciously. According to his mother's standards, he was undoubtedly doing nothing and wasting his life these days.Bruce, on the other hand, stood by his desk, looking at the painting he had put on the table with a blank expression.

"Damian." Bruce turned his head towards him, "Is this the League of Assassins?"

"Yes," Damian said, with Sigrid rubbing against his calf underneath.That's where he and Silver Fox met for the first time in the league.

Bruce was quiet for a while, considering his own words, "Your drawing skills are very good."

"My mother brought me a lot of teachers. I learned a lot from Mr. Chavez and his art class." Damian stood up straight, trying to make himself look strong in front of his father, enough to have a fair dialogue with him Qualifications, "You come to me, I'm assuming you have something that I need to take care of."

"Your mother took care of the chaos within the alliance." Bruce turned around and looked down at Damian. "She'll arrive in Gotham in three days."

"Does that mean I'm going back?"

"I don't say that," Bruce said, "It's up to you." There was a slight change in his expression that Damian hadn't noticed yet.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bruce scans the painting Damian has on the table, not sure if it's an expression of homesickness.

Wayne Mansion was his home, Dick's home, Jason's home, Cassandra's home.This old house is a place of peace for many of them.And what this place represents to Damian at present is still unknown.

He frowned a few times, and before Damian couldn't bear the strange atmosphere, he asked, "Are you playing games in the small living room?"

"...passing the time."

From the outside, Bruce couldn't tell what kind of battle between heaven and man was going on inside. To Damian, it was only a few seconds, and Bruce said, "If you need someone to accompany you, I can stand by and watch you play games. "

The author has something to say: Bat: Observing the little birds secretly.jpg

Ah Ba: The alarm is cleared, left, and went to the kitchen to dig out the sandwiches made by Ah Fu

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Aba: Do you need someone to watch you play games?

Sigrid: ?