[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Jason took off his uniform as he walked and threw it on the ground.Wearing the two uniforms on top of each other nearly smothered him.

Luckily, he still has a few clothes in his backup safehouse, but he's wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts, standing in front of his meager wardrobe, picking through them.The little orange cat was jumping up and down in the safehouse, trying to knock his vase off the table.

"Stop and squat down on the sofa," Jason said, "Don't touch the vase, I like the color of it."

"Oh, okay." The little orange cat said pitifully, "I'm so bored, when are we going to New York?"

It jumped onto the sofa, squatted on the pillow, watched Jason take out clothes from the closet, and put them on one by one.

The firm and full chest muscles first disappeared before its eyes, and then the tight waistline.

Jason picked out a tight black T and a pair of jeans at random.His cat ears and cat tail hang out lazily, with an occasional twitch.Jason raised his eyebrows in the mirror, and started looking for a hat and long coat to cover them, "With all due respect, you've only been here five minutes after we went to the supermarket to pick out canned cat food and cat treats."

"But I can't wait any longer." The little orange cat said softly and coquettishly.

Jason has nothing to do with it. In fact, he has nothing to do with most coquettish creatures, but he is surrounded by a group of tough guys, Yujie, and it is rare to hear people speak so softly.

"Give me another 5 minutes." He put on a long gray trench coat and a peaked cap of the same color. At the same time, he took out a shoulder bag and stuffed all the props that could be found in the room into it.

"Let's go." He opened the pocket of the windbreaker and let the little orange cat jump in spontaneously, revealing the little cat's head, carrying the backpack on his back, carrying the snacks and drinks they bought from the supermarket, and closing the door behind him.

The dust in the safe house floated quietly, as if no one had ever been here.

Jason went down to the garage and drove away the Chevrolet parked there.This was the car he had prepared for leaving San Francisco early in the morning, and he didn't expect to drive away under such circumstances.He went to the Teen Titans and made nothing, like a joke.

"Play music and play music," the little orange cat jumped onto the passenger seat and patted the car speaker with a meat pad. "How can you not play music for a road trip?"

"You know quite a lot," Jason snorted. He rubbed the little orange cat's head, and the corners of his stiff mouth curled up. "What do you want to hear?"

The little orange cat group spun a few times in the passenger seat, and happily stepped on the milk on the seat cushion, "I don't know, you choose."

In fact, the little orange cat has no choice.Jason rummaged through the car's suitcase and pulled out a brand new CD.This is what he casually threw into the car after receiving it. It should be the music he likes, but he doesn't know exactly what type it is.

One person and one cat sat in a silver-gray Chevrolet and drove to the edge of San Francisco. It was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and office workers started a new day with coffee in their left hands and briefcases in their right.Chevrolet shakes off the shadows of many buildings in the city and faces the empty suburbs.The golden morning light shines on the asphalt road, as if even the road surface is shining.

Casual and rhythmic jazz music flowed, Jason held the steering wheel vaguely, and snapped his fingers with the other hand.The little orange cat jumped around in the huge car, jumped from the passenger seat to the back seat, and opened plastic bags to find snacks.

"How did you get involved with Spider-Man?" Jason asked.

The orange dumpling that got into the plastic bag poked its head out, "I lived in New York before, and he invited me to his dinner, so I want to invite him back!"

"It's that simple?"

"It's as simple as that." The little orange cat pushed the canned cat food out of the plastic bag and rolled it on the back seat. "Humans and cats are not equal creatures, just like us cats and bugs. Someone may be willing to give We had something to eat, but not all of us were willing to share with us what was left of our dinner."

Jason glanced at the little orange cat, which was happily thumping the canned cat food.He suspects that it doesn't tell the whole story, but maybe the love of cats is simpler and purer than that of humans. The kindness of a meal can make a small dumpling of a few months toss from New York to San Francisco, just to find someone Give yourself something.

"Have you thought of what to give?"

"Hmm." The little orange cat muttered a few times inexplicably, "Before I left, I hid the fish head I found in the small hole behind the third trash can behind the second telephone pole on the street, and there are still more than half of it." !"

Instead of Spider-Man, Jason refused coldly, "No." He couldn't bear to say that after Spider-Man saw this, his face under the mask might be distorted in horror, so he thoughtfully changed his reason, "There is a high probability that other cats Find it and eat it, I'll buy you a new one, okay?"

"But I didn't invite that." The little orange cat said softly, lying on the can of cat food, "You invited me. You took me to New York and helped me find Spider-Man because I made a wish to White Cat, Made an exchange with you, so it makes sense for me to eat the canned cat food you gave me. But I want to treat Spider-Man because he shared his lunch with me, so I want to share mine with him. That had to be my lunch, not someone else's."

The kitten speaks very well.Jason smiled, "Then what did you pay for eating Red Robin's food?"

"I let him lick my fur!" The little orange cat said confidently, "Mom said not to let humans touch it casually, and I let him suck my belly!"

Ok?

Timothy sucking on other cats' bellies while he wasn't there?

No, it's none of his business that he sucks other cats, it's none of Jason's business that he went to the emergency room because of a cat allergy!

Jason shook his head, threw Timothy's hideously handsome face out of his mind, and turned his attention to the little orange cat, "Then let's make an exchange too, you can't reveal my truth to anyone else Identity, you can’t disclose to anyone the relevant information that I am a little black cat, and help me cover up my identity when appropriate. I will buy you to cover my identity with a hundred dollars, and you can use this one hundred dollars to treat Spider-Man to a meal. Done."

"Really?" The little orange cat excitedly jumped onto the armrest box, stepped on Jason's lap, and meowed while grabbing his chest, "Deal, I will definitely not let you be discovered by Red Robin!"

Jason had to reach out and tear the little orange dumpling off his chest, "Sit back safely, we won't be arriving in New York until tomorrow morning, and before that, you'll have to stay in the car all day."

***

Timothy spent half an hour investigating every corner of the Titan Tower.

He must accept this cruel reality

——His cat ran away, there were still two.

According to the surveillance, when Tim was supposed to be sleeping, two little devils sneaked out of his bedroom.He didn't realize they left a door until he went to bed.

Two fur balls, one black and one orange, behave like cats and cats in the Titan Tower, and their figures are as flexible as two little ghosts.After a few minutes, they got into the only unmonitored place in the Titan Tower, the restroom.He and Cyborg really don't have a perverted hobby of spying on people going to the bathroom.

Timothy inspected the toilet vent, where the shutter had been violently dismantled and twisted out of square at the edges.It was obviously kicked.

Cats don't have such great strength, but the Titan Tower really shows no signs of external invasion.

The intruder kicked down the ventilation shutters in the toilets at the Boys' Vigilante base just to steal two cats?

This is simply incredible.

Timothy then called the surveillance outside the tower, and only one lucky surveillance camera captured a little evidence.

A flying dart took up most of the space on the last surveillance screen.Timothy continued to enlarge and refine it, and finally saw a figure in a motorcycle jacket in the corner not covered by the dart.

A small orange lump appeared in the figure's arms, which was obviously the little orange cat he carried down from the tree.

It's you, cat thief!

Timothy angrily cuts out of the monitor to check the location he's placed on the cats.It takes about two and a half days for the signal source, which is measured in nanometers, to be excreted through metabolism.It's not even that time yet.

Sure enough, the coincidence of positioning proved that his two kittens were on the cat thief in the motorcycle jacket.He took Timothy's cats and ran wildly in the mountains and forests in the early morning, and arrived at a gas station convenience store on the edge of the city at dawn.

Timothy hacked into the surveillance of the convenience store and saw the real body of the cat thief at close range.

He consciously avoided the camera, and the surveillance did not capture his face, but he could be identified as a white male in his 20s, about six feet tall.

The cat thief has a pair of soft and realistic cat ears in his black hair. What is this, San Francisco cat man?

Timothy zoomed in on the surveillance screen and fixed his eyes on the pair of ears without blinking.The pair of ears that looked easy to touch were very competitive, and they didn't move under the strange gaze of the clerk, but Timothy was far less easy to fool than the clerk.He waited until the cat thief stepped out of the convenience store door. At the very edge of the monitoring, the pair of ears seemed to relax because the owner was relieved.

They moved under Timothy's almost staring eyes, showing off the master's good mood.

And within 2 minutes after the cat thief left the convenience store, the positioning device placed on the cat stopped sending out signals.Timothy checked the items purchased by the cat thief in the convenience store, including hats, bread, drinking water, and an electronic lighter.

If they were using the voltage from the lighter to locate the damage, the cat thief must be a seasoned veteran.

Timothy thought of his fuzzy ears hidden in his black hair.The cat's ears vibrated flexibly, attracting people to reach out and grab it, just like his little black cat.

Timothy: ...

Timothy may have to accept a more broken reality.

The cat thief and his cat are the same person.

Moreover, he also slept in the same bed with a white male in his 20s for several days, during which time he did a lot of shitty things like kissing his forehead and rubbing his belly.

It is not without reason that the little black cat resists his intimacy.

Thinking of this, Timothy slid off the comfortable office chair like a ball of melted rice cakes, bit by bit.

After a few blinks, Red Robin's head was no longer visible in front of the computer screen.

……

Maybe under the table.