[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Before Jason got off the plane, the bats gathered in the Batcave, and everyone warmed up in the training room. As soon as Jason got off the plane, they gave him left uppercuts and right uppercuts until Bruce didn't know him.

The Batplane is parked on the tarmac with the hatch open.Jason and Tim came down side by side.

The bats, with long sticks, short sticks and fists, were about to move, their eyes fell uncontrollably on Jason and Tim's handcuffed wrists.The chains on the handcuffs jingled as they moved.

Jason looked like a sun-baked fish washed up on the beach, slapping the sand limply with its tail.He's somewhere between familiarity and mania, and Tim is unmoved, he even leans a little closer, taking Jason's hand irresistibly.

Jason tried his best to hide it, but the carefulness of his walk gave him away.He limped in embarrassment, warily dodging Tim's hand as he took it.

Dick gasped, and he glanced cautiously at Bruce beside him.Bruce didn't wear a hood. His expressionless face at the moment is not a simple expressionless face. There are thousands of words hidden in this emptiness, which can be taken out to a psychologist to analyze his micro-expressions.Bruce will definitely be on the psychology textbook for this.

The veins on Bruce's forehead were throbbing, "Really?" Dick heard a very slight sound and asked himself.Dick didn't dare to answer, he turned his head back.

He went up to meet him and patted his younger brother on the shoulder, "You're back, heartless brat."

"Surprise, you will never be able to get rid of me in your life." Jason forced a smile.

For the first time Dick wished he wasn't so sharp.This way he could pretend not to notice the sucking marks on Jason's neck.

Rao, superman, why does he have to bear this?

He never thought his two little brothers could be so fierce, come on, in the Batplane... he wouldn't even dare to do such a thing!

Dick vaguely heard someone grinding his teeth behind him, and he said to Jason in an airy voice, "Have you cleaned it up yet?"

Jason replied in a breathy voice, "It's packed."

"Listen," Dick said in a tragic mood, as if he was about to single out the mind-controlled Superman in a T-shirt and jeans, "I have an orthopedic doctor I know in Germany. If you need help, I'll call him overnight." Telephone."

"Okay," Stephanie bumped Dick away with her butt, "you stop prodding the bats, and we'll have to call Leslie urgently."

The grinding of teeth behind them got louder, and it made people feel hairy.There are preserved samples of werewolf serum in the Batcave. Bruce may not think about turning into a werewolf for a while, and bite them all to death in the middle of the night.Jason laughed dryly, "Is there any physical examination, do it quickly!"

Jason did a physical examination for nearly an hour.

As Stephanie put a bandage on the bullet wound on her arm, she wondered, "How does it feel to see your body lying unconscious on the hospital bed?"

"I don't feel it, I'm sorry, I won't dare next time." Jason said fluently, shaking his right hand handcuffed with Tim, "Can you untie the handcuffs?"

Tim sat next to him, working on his laptop, and he glanced sideways at him, "No."

Cassandra pushed Dick, who was covering his eyes, "You lost, and Stephen, you have to give me and Barbara money."

"And Roy and Little D." Dick added in a low voice.

"Don't remind me, you let the whole world know that I was the one to get stabbed." Jason said, "Don't let me catch you, next time I will post your phone number on same-sex dating websites. "

Dick changed the topic pretending not to hear, "Who is your client this time?"

"You've got to the point." Jason turned his head, and Bruce had been hiding beside them, eavesdropping on their conversation, "Old man, the client this time is related to you."

Bruce's hand, which was recording Jason's body data on the bat computer, paused, and he asked Jason what happened with his eyes.Bruce was still worried. After all, Jason's soul and body were not united, and the situation might be variable.He couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

His children are always like this, they would rather beat themselves to a bloody head than ask him for help, and Dick would rather video call Alfred and teach him how to sew stitches than ask Bruce for information.Tim is slightly better, but also more used to acting with the Titans.Not to mention the girls, who are basically under the protection of the oracle.

But all of them, every single one of them, gets doubled back on Bruce.Whenever Bruce sees young people suffering and suffering, he asks himself if it's right to involve them in his life's work.

Even though these children may not become vigilantes, isn't it great to be an ordinary person and do their part for society?

Bruce would rather crawl back to the world from hell again and again than let the children smell the brimstone of hell.

He thought he was mentally prepared, no matter what demands Jason's clients made, he would satisfy them.As long as Jason can come back to him alive.

Maybe Jason's client is an enemy of some bat and wants revenge on him; maybe the client is an enemy of Wayne and wants Wayne to be impoverished.

Either way, Bruce was ready.

He only heard Jason sigh, and thought about his words, "My client...is a ghost couple in Crime Lane."

Bruce was shocked, and Jason scratched his head, "You know them, and their wishes are related to you."

"Their name is Wayne."

***

After many days, Jason slept in Tim's room again.Alfred simply didn't prepare a room for him this time.While Tim was uncuffed and taking a shower, Alfred knocked on the bedroom door.

Jason poked his head out from behind the door, "Good evening, Ah Fu."

"Good evening, Master Jason." The old butler said gently, "I sincerely hope that before you act next time, you can consider that the poor old man's heart cannot bear a heavy blow."

Jason shrank his neck and apologized sincerely for the first time, "I'm sorry, Fu. I didn't mean to."

"You say that every time, you don't need to pay for a verbal confession." Alfred raised his eyebrows, and he handed the tray in his hand to Jason, "I noticed that you and Master Tim didn't eat much at night, so I have prepared some food and milk for you on my own initiative."

Of course, I didn't eat much, and one person holding one hand can't help eating. "Thanks, Fu." Jason took the plate, "That's why you are always my favorite."

Alfred smiled, "I've been popular since I was young."

While Tim was still in the shower, Jason put the tray on the table and lifted the lid happily.

A stack of biscuits and a jug of milk.Jason looked away.

Oh fuck!

Happiness came suddenly.With a blushing face, he copied the contents of the tray and stuffed them into his pockets.

Alfred was always sweet, too sweet.Jason would like to know how he used his magical powers to get, uh, those two things in Wayne Manor in the suburbs.

horrible.terrible.

He will never make Ah Fu angry in his life.

Jason tiptoed around, looking around, stuffing things like a thief into the drawer of the nightstand near the side where he slept, which Tim didn't usually use.

After finishing this, he ate a few small biscuits, drank a glass of milk, and waited on the bed for Tim to come out after washing.None of them got a good rest these days, neither did Jason.

He fell asleep on the bed before Tim came out.He didn't know that Tim was taken aback by himself when he came out.

The nightmare reappeared in the trance, and the blood pool of Crime Lane appeared in the bedroom.Tim's hands and feet were almost trembling.He hurried to Jason's side, touched Jason's cheek, felt the real body temperature, and he was relieved.

He reached out and stroked Jason's slightly curly black hair. Looking at the lazy sleeping posture in front of him, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

He was annoyed at his own lack of control, and at Jason's heartlessness.He was completely played by Jason.

He is like a gust of wind, never staying for others, never caring about the feelings of travelers.How do you handcuff a gust of wind and tell everyone you have him?

Thinking of this, Tim lowered his head and bit Jason's lip angrily.

The sting left Jason half awake.His eyes were not pure blue, but had a tinge of green, which gave him a feral look.Now the eyes are foggy, because the master's consciousness is not clear yet and he can't find the focus.It is as beautiful as a pair of gemstones, and it deserves to be snapped up at the top auction, and it will be cherished ever since.

Jason blinked, gradually realizing the identity of the person in front of him.He grunted unhappily like a big cat that had been disturbed from sleep, and wrapped his arms around Tim's neck to bring him down.

Tim just bent down and kissed his lover.Jason wrapped his arms around the back of his neck and scratched a few times.

"Do you want to do it?" Big Cat asked vaguely.

The intimacy expressed by the big cat in a daze is really cute, so cute.Tim chuckled twice, stretched out his hand to open the bedside table on his side, and took out a few things inside.

Jason was drowsy, his eyes half-closed.He stretched out his leg and gave Tim a soft kick, and Tim was grabbed by him, rubbed his ankle, and then put it on his shoulder.

"Kissing you is worse than kissing a piece of toast." He muttered.

Tim leaned over and clasped Jason's right hand with his left hand, his fingers woven into the gaps between his fingers gently but firmly.He bit Jason's Adam's apple lightly, "When the matter is over, we will go to Las Vegas to get married and let everyone know that you are mine."

"Huh?" Jason narrowed his eyes lazily.He took a breath and pressed his forehead against Tim's, "Are you going to marry me?"

And Tim held his hand tightly and looked at him deeply, his eyes were like bottomless whirlpools, and his whisper was like an ancient spell, "Yes, I am yours, and you are mine. We will finally Buried in the same coffin, the tombstone says: 'Here lies a pair of lovers, and from now on, they will never be separated again'."

"The coffin needs to be bigger." Jason muttered, "Big enough that I can hold you and roll in it."

Tim smiled slightly, "Okay."

***

Martha sat on the roof of Crime Lane, her legs dangling in the air.Contrary to the world's impression of the Wayne couple, Martha is not the kind of mature lady, more often she has the mood of a little daughter.Thomas was fascinated by it.

Countless translucent figures gathered one after another in the dirty and damp alley, only the street lamps in the middle of the night illuminated this terrifying scene.Those angry faces full of hatred are hidden in the huge malice.

Martha and Thomas have been on Crime Alley for many years.They can't leave, and they don't want to, and it's the only place where they catch a glimpse of Bruce.

They stared at young Bruce from the alley as he leaped across Crime Alley in his uniform.

The slightly more grown-up Bruce and Dick watched him from the corner as they held each other up and stumbled off the roof and into the Batmobile.

A bit later, Bruce was smiling, and they were smiling here for a daring tire thief as they caught him here.

Day after day, year after year.They watched Bruce grow up, get hurt, throw his fists at criminals, bring kids home, in places Bruce didn't know.

They have accompanied Bruce through the difficult years so lonely, even being noticed is a luxury.

"I'm tired," Martha said, pursing her lips in complaint. "Why do I have to watch my son do it again and again?"

Thomas sat down next to her, giving his wife a shoulder to lean on, "Are you going to do this?"

Martha leaned on her husband's shoulder, she closed her eyes wearily, "Yes, I'm tired of seeing Bruce keep getting hurt."

Thomas took her hand and kissed his wife's forehead, "Then we'll have a big fight."

They looked up to the distance, which was the direction of Arkham Asylum, a motel that couldn't hold prisoners, and it was empty again.Demons play in the city, and ordinary people are scared.

Thomas leaned his head against Martha, "Let them see it."

"The wrath of the undead."

The author has something to say: (Writing to the bucket in a daze and mentioning the kiss) Me: Get out of the way! ! !let me! ! !I can! ! !

Who doesn't want to have a super obedient big breasted brother because he wants to sleep? (Suck slip.jpg)

ps: There is an amazing clip in the long commentary of the previous chapter, everyone, hurry up and check it out

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