[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Jason fiddled with his tie in the mirror, undoing and retying the Windsor knot.He always felt that something was missing, so he frowned.

Dick pushed him away and occupied the other half of the mirror to fiddle with his hair, "Jay, look at my hair, do you use too much mousse?"

"Go away, Dick! This mirror is mine, and I'm married to it." Jason muttered, and he couldn't understand why Dick was always fussing over the details when he had such a beautiful face.

"Oh, I just thought you were complimenting me on my good looks." Dick said flatteredly.He moved the lock of hair on his forehead from left to right, "It looks casual and handsome."

"Whatever you want." Jason rolled his eyes.

Tim held him by the shoulders to turn him around. They were both wearing custom-made black suits, only the accessories and styling were different.

He lowered his head and fastened a tie clip to Jason's tie.

"This is what I lack." Jason said with satisfaction.The thin silver tie clip is stuck on the wine red plaid tie, which does not look so monotonous at first glance.

Tim handed him a small box, Jason raised his eyebrows and opened it, and inside was a pair of ruby ​​cufflinks.He grabbed Tim's hand, turned it over, and sure enough, he found Tim's cuff with the same style in the box.

"I like this." He grinned and leaned forward to peck Tim on the lips.

Dick quickly covered Damian's eyes, "This is not something a child can see."

Damian, who was refused to be hugged by Sigrid because the black suit is easy to stick to hair, didn't know what happened. He pulled Dick's hand angrily, "Let go of me, Grayson!"

A little further away, Alfred reaches for Bruce's tie.The old butler also wore a tuxedo.

Bruce straightens his suit and tucks in his waist, turning to his sons, "Ready?"

"If you don't shoot again, Dick will have all his hair pulled out. He will definitely be bald, and his hairline will recede ten centimeters." Jason said, and Dick gave him a bear hug with all his strength, "Arm, I have broken my arm!"

Damian took two steps back and clearly expressed his dislike, "You guys are too noisy."

"You're not on my side," Dick shook his head. "I'm sad. We should be together, Little D."

Noisily, they took their positions in front of the camera, which the photographer had been waiting for for some time.

They will take pictures first, and then give the selected photos to the artist they contacted in advance, and ask the artist to paint a large oil painting and hang it on the wall of the mansion.

Commissions that are three times higher than normal leave photographers with no comment on how quickly they get in place.Handsome guys in suits posing for the camera.

A click.

"Finished?" Dick asked. "Two hours of grooming and one minute of photoshoots."

"You're dreaming." Stephanie pushed open the door. "My beloved purple evening dress hasn't even appeared yet!"

Cassandra pushed Barbara in behind her. Compared to the men's all-black suits, the girls were dressed up like bright flowers blooming on the outskirts of Gotham.

Cassandra, still not used to walking in high heels, nearly tripped over her evening gown when she walked in.

The world's No. [-] hitman loses miserably to a ten-centimeter heel, oh terrible.

Barbara's red hair was coiled up, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.Dick smiled. "Do you feel a little empty in your neck?"

"Looks like someone's ready to put the necklace on for me." Barbara handed Dick the jewelry box.

Dick stood behind her, took out the pearl necklace from the box, and put it on Barbara tenderly.

"Bruce contacted the doctor, and in a few months, I will be preparing for surgery." Barbara said.

The surprise on Dick's face slowly turned into genuine joy, "This is really good news."

"Who says no?" Barbara smiled at him.

Kate walked in from the door in a black dress, "Can we make it quick?"

"I get it, she must have plans with her girlfriend," Stephanie said.

It took 10 minutes for the men and women to find their positions in front of the camera, just to strike a pose.Because they're always sparring, trying to ruin each other's looks with throw pillows.

This big group photo was taken for 10 minutes. "Wait a minute." Dick stopped the photographer who was about to leave, "We still have a group photo."

Alfred the cat jumped on Barbara's lap, and Ace and Titus the little black dog stood at Bruce's feet.Sigrid is held in Damian's arms.

Out of view of the photographers, a string of pearls hangs from a candlestick they use as a backdrop.A ghostly couple stands where people consciously vacate.

A family portrait with too many members, a big noisy family.Time freezes at this moment, recording everyone's vivid expressions.

The ghost's entrusted mission was over, and Jason's body finally didn't have to be placed in the Batcave.Honestly, that was kind of creepy.

He managed to cut the ribbon just before the East End boarding school started.

It feels very strange. It has been many years since he gave a speech in front of so many people. The last time he was in school was when he gave a project report in front of the whole school.

Jason pinched the cheat sheet that Tim had prepared for himself, and read it steadily.Next, he plans to build several libraries, hospitals, and entrepreneurial bases in the East District. I hope Tim will prepare every speech for him.

He couldn't imagine how Bruce and Tim endured their day-to-day lives under the spotlight.Even after the speech was over, there were still a large group of reporters chasing him.

One of the buddies with the camera is really a long-distance runner. He carried the camera and held the microphone with his own strength, and walked like flying to catch up with the red hood at the front.

"You are called Wayne's most favored child by the outside world, but we all know that Wayne brought back your adoptive brother, Mr. Timothy, before you came home. What do you think about this?"

Jason twisted his eyebrows and nose into a strange expression, "You ask me what I think?" He snatched the microphone from the reporter and smiled at the camera, "Bruce, I never thanked you."

His serious face appeared on the Internet simultaneously, "Thank you for giving me a super cute boyfriend, you are such a good father!"

"Pfft—" Dick in front of the computer sprayed a mouthful of coffee on the computer screen.

He covered his mouth and coughed wildly, stretched out a hand and typed tremblingly in the family chat group, "Is anyone in the manor? Bruce didn't pass out, did he, is his heartbeat normal?"

"I don't think he's good, I guess." Stephanie was the first to reply, "Should we start a new market, such as when the lovebirds will get married or something."

Oh yeah, they don't care about Bruce.They only care about when they can win money by betting on their brother's romance.

"I'll bet on next month." Dick swore, and he analyzed with reason, "Tibbo must have been tired of the hood's virtue of sneaking away from time to time."

"Then I'll bet on next year." Stephanie replied, "There must be a tug of war between him and Jason."

"A week later." Cassandra bubbled up in the group, followed by a series of cute expressions.

"I don't think they're going to get married in three years. But they might get engaged," Barbara said. "Dick, you're posting to the wrong group. The two of them are in this group."

At the same time, a message popped up in the group, "The banker takes all :)" The guy with the profile picture of Little Red Riding Hood replied, "Give me the money, all of you :)"

Although Tim lost a man to marry in Las Vegas in three years, he got money, and a man who sneaked out of Gotham and the outlaws all over the world to blow up.

As if that wasn't something to be happy about.

But at least Jason greeted him before leaving, and took Tim's various locations and cameras in a decent manner.

Theoretically, he had to go, and Second Young Master Wayne came out of the closet in public, and the Gotham tabloid headlines were reporting this for two weeks.

Before Bruce had time to talk to Jason about the suspended animation, his face was covered in news of his son's coming out.

If Bruce was in the hospital, it was likely due to elevated blood pressure.The stock of Wayne Enterprises rose and fell overnight, like the non-stop waves of Neptune's hometown.

Jason slipped away, leaving Tim to clean up the mess.Tim put on a social mask and smirked in front of the media before heading off to San Francisco.

Anyway, Bruce will fix things.Tim's not a little bastard, he learned everything from Jason.

Jason is not on the earth at all this time. He and the outlaws are wandering in the universe, spreading bombs from the earth to the universe.

He told Tim that he would return to Earth in three months.But Tim returned to his safe house from San Francisco a month later.

He was attacked.

A black kitten leaped out of the corner and landed on Tim's chest with its teeth and claws.

He stepped on Tim's chest muscles with the pads reservedly, very satisfied with the touch under his palms.

Tim was dumbfounded. "Jason?"

Black Cat Tuanzi happily responded, "Meow!"

"Did you come back early?" He raised the black cat's little paw and squeezed the pad, "Why do I think you've lost weight?"

"Because you got the cat wrong, stupid little bird." The young man with cat ears leaned leisurely against the door, "Let me introduce, this is my entrusted cat, Jason. Yes, we are quite destined."

"Looks like I was wrong," Tim said. "Are you going to punish me, Mr. Kitty?"

The entrusted cat with the same name as Jason jumped out of Tim's arms, bounced a few times to the edge of the bed, coiled up and licked its paws.

Jason strode towards Tim, "I have to teach you a lesson." He said seriously, covering Tim's eyes.

Tim's world was dark, and he held his breath as the warm breath hit his ear.

There was a cool touch between his fingers, and Tim opened his eyes.

"Da da!" Jason beamed, "The pair of rings made from cosmic ore mills, handmade by the reliable boyfriend Red Hood. Only this pair is priceless."

In all fairness, this ore looks no different from silver on earth, because it is handmade and rough in some places.

But Jason was still chattering, "I didn't give it to you specially. After all, the ore is so big, making a ring is worse than making a pair. Space travel is a bit boring, so I just fiddle with it to pass the time..."

"Shut up, don't talk," Tim said.

Jason paused, "Huh?"

He took a step forward and grabbed the collar of his boyfriend who was not frank but very cute, "Because your mouth is empty next time."

He pulls him into a kiss.

The world is finally quiet.Only the little black cat Jason by the window bit his paw blankly, "Meow?"

"Meow meow meow?"

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感谢在2021-06-1100:32:35~2021-06-1119:46:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Aichuan Aida;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 Liu Qing from Wenjiu Temple;

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