[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

He hates the substitutes as much as he hates Dick Grayson, the rainy weather in Gotham, and the belt in childhood Wesley's hands.

He hates that when he sneaks into the Titan Tower and finds out that they put up a statue of Dick, hates to find out that the replacement has completely inherited Dick's good popularity, which is to announce to the world how much he alone, the second generation of Robin, is. Oops.

He especially hated when he was giving his substitute a lesson with his fists and everything stopped.The stand-in groaned in front of him, and Jason just gave him a few more hits before he would lose consciousness and end up in a pile of rotten flesh.

At this critical moment, Jason turned into a ghost.He has no access to the real world.After crawling out of his grave and wandering around the world like a zombie, he became a ghost again that no one could see or touch.

It's ridiculous.

Jason didn't believe anything that the cat named Best said, let alone listen to the white cat, and went to the substitute to beg for mercy.His actions were nothing more than to restore his human identity and continue with everything before.

His first clients were a ghostly couple in Crime Lane.The world is a black comedy, a satirical joke.Jason has experienced so much, and he has the awareness that everything about bats can burn everyone, and his first pair of clients are Bruce Wayne's parents.

No need to remind him how the old couple had watched Jason pry off the tires of the Batmobile as an out-of-control thief, starting his unhappy, and equally miserable life.

The only reason he was willing to accept their commission was that the couple did not ask him to return to the arms of the bat.The madness in them didn't fit Bruce's description of the saintly couple.The old bat's filter is really a mess.

The commission from the Waynes, the first commission Jason accepted, was to kill the Joker, because he made the bat and the city suffer.

Of course Jason would accept, he wished for it.

Jason pulls off a classic play that's a little different from what he originally envisioned.Thomas & Martha did not accept harm to anyone involved with the Bat, and Timothy was honored to be given shelter.

He didn't like that they saw him as a child in need of love, because Jason knew the love was passed on from Bruce, and they loved him because he was Bruce's child.

But Jason wasn't any more.He had confirmed Bruce loved him until the last second, but after Jason attacked Timothy, he relinquished his status as a member of the family.

The ghost Jason stirred up the wind and rain in Gotham. He took the drug dealers in the East Side under his command. Anyone who dared to disobey him would lose the head of his deputy and the ammunition in his possession the next day.He doesn't mind ruining everyone's business.

He clung to the black mask, waiting for him to get the clown out.In his plays, the buffoon is the best prop.

On the final stage, stood him, Bruce and the substitute.As for the clown, the giggling screaming chicken is in his hands.

"You want to help me?" He smiled maliciously, "Why don't you choose one of the substitute and the clown, one dead and the other alive, what are you going to do?"

He saw Batman's lips trembling, and Jason found it extremely boring, "Yes, obviously, you will choose a substitute. Because he is your perfect and sweet little assistant." He pointed the gun at the Joker's temple, "That Just change it."

"Me and the clown, who do you choose?"

The world is standing still, or rotating, anyway, it is not normal.

Jason turned into a ghost the moment Bruce threw a batarang at him, allowing the dart to penetrate his body and pin it to the wall behind him.Meanwhile, his bullet passes from the clown's left temple to his right temple.

The ghost showed a conceited but ugly smile, "You don't really think that I will let you choose, do you? The clown must die here today, no matter who you choose!"

He blocked Robin's long stick as Bruce and Timothy attacked him at the same time, and Bruce took the opportunity to examine the Joker's body.

He looked at the replacement, the domino mask not able to hold back the kid's rage.Jason grabbed him by the throat, "You have no right to persuade me, substitute." He said indifferently, "He chose the Joker, and we all know that if you or Nightwing are on the same scale, his Choices will vary."

The gun in his hand was blocked by the bat dart and exploded, and the ghost fell out of the window lightly.He is no longer the returned Red Hood, the second-generation Robin who died in the explosion smiled at Timothy, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the day when you become like me."

"There won't be a day," Timothy said, and he retorted, "I'm not you. I'm not your self-pitying guy who can't see that anyone cares!"

"Whatever you say." The second-generation Robin disappeared in the wind.

They didn't see him for a long time afterwards.He seemed to have given up on Gotham, and he didn't even bother to control his subordinates' territory. Occasionally, there was news about him, but it also came from far away overseas.

Timothy didn't tell the others, Jason came back to find himself once.

A young man with a pair of wolf ears on his head was sitting on the sofa in Timothy's safe house. His cigarette butt was flickering in the dark, and the red light was like a firefly.

He was reading a book, and his vision was too dark for Timothy not to be wearing a mask with night vision.He's unarmed, standing in his safe house in everyman's attire.

He lowered his body vigilantly, "What are you doing here?"

The older one casually threw the cigarette butt into his coffee cup, "Long time no see, Substitute." He still didn't give up this irritating nickname, "Aren't you following my clues?"

Timothy was dumb for a moment, he was indeed chasing Jason, but everyone in the family was chasing him, Timothy was different from others.He suspected that Jason had something to do with a case he was working on.

Jason turned the book upside down on the table, and lit another cigarette. The moment the lighter ignited, the flames shone into his blue eyes, "You have talent, I can accept working with you, but you have to listen mine."

"I don't really want to work with an egomaniac." He quietly squeezed the swing stick drawn out from under the table. "As you said, I am better than you. And you are just a love-seeking, over-the-self Compensation bastard."

"I'm so glad you know that." Jason slowly extinguished the second cigarette on the table and punched him twice, "This way I can feel at ease—"

He punched Timothy in the face, "I beat you, you impolite little brat!"

The dark bedroom was like a tornado passing through, and all the fragile decorations were swept to the ground and turned into piercing fragments.Timothy sat down against the wall in the dark, taking deep breaths again and again to relieve his pain.

The corners of his mouth were swollen and bleeding.This is Jason's malicious attack, because Timothy suspects that he has something to do with the recent gang riots.In retaliation, Timothy kicked him hard in the crotch, carefully hoping that he would cry from the pain.

His hand touched a book that had fallen to the floor.It was the book Jason brought, and the embarrassed elder forgot to take it away.

Timothy fumbled to turn on the light, and saw the title of the book "Gone with the Wind".He hadn't expected the big villain, Red Hood, to be looking at this.

Timothy opened the book. This book has been read many times by the owner, and there are annotations made by pens on the margins of the pages.

Sometimes, when you read a person's handwriting, when you read a person's book notes, you are reading a person.

Timothy didn't want to admit that he was like Rimel Gulliver, walking into absurd countries and learning about things that were completely opposite to his own impressions.

He has nothing to do with Jason.Although he once swore to the portrait of the second-generation Robin that he would not disappoint him.

What he knew was the second-generation Robin, the chirping bird next to Bruce, and the red hood, the crazy and violent defaulter.The only thing he knew wasn't Jason Todd, the young man hiding behind layers of masks.

Timothy likes to study puzzles, and he uses this reading note as a riddle, trying to find the answer.He saw a new Jason, sensitive, pessimistic, empathetic, extreme, angry, taking other people's hatred as his own.

When Jason found him for the second time, took back the "Gone with the Wind" and invited Timothy to work with him, Timothy still refused him without hesitation.

"You're jealous." He said this, and the expression of the man in front of him slid in a more unfriendly direction, "You're jealous that I'm the one who is cared for, and you think I've taken everything from you. But that's not true, you're like A child deprived of a favorite toy, crying to attract attention from adults, trying to regain favor by pissing them off."

He shouldn't be like this, but Jason never showed mercy to him.Timothy would subconsciously stop fighting him, and Jason would take the opportunity to hit him hard.Timothy's broken rib was still aching.

He said indifferently, "You are ridiculously childish."

"It sounds like you have a lot of confidence in yourself," Jason said coolly, "Let me tell you what happens next, boy."

He approached Timothy, two angry faces almost collided, like a funny oil painting, "You think you are special, but you are not. Everyone, all Robins, except Dick, are only in Bruce's mind." It's just a replacement. You're my replacement, I'm Dick's replacement, and we exist to fill his void."

There was a sarcastic expression on the man's handsome face, "One day you will be useless to him, and then the next one will replace you. Oh, yes, not always one day." He suddenly realized exaggeratedly, "A long time ago Already, he recruited a female Robin, a blonde, didn't he?"

Timothy punched him unbearably, "Shut up, bastard!"

They fought together, basically abandoning the skills taught by Bruce, rolling on the ground like two ordinary men who were not trained.

Fist and flesh kept colliding, they huddled together, knocked down the table and coffee table, and kicked over the sofa.

Jason pinned Timothy to the ground, and he grabbed Timothy's neck, tightening his fingers like iron clamps.

Timothy thought he was about to face another near-death crisis.

"I've had enough of playing." Jason said, the bruises on his face gradually turned purple, the indoor lights hit the switch during their fight, and there was only moonlight outside the window in the room, falling on the ground like frost and snow.

"I got a new idea." He straddled Timothy and took off his shirt.In a trance, Timothy thought that Apollo had come to the world.

Jason's hand slid down Timothy's throat, the rough calluses on his palm felt like they were being roasted on a fire, faintly hot.

He let out a breath and said indifferently, "I hope you can bring me some fun."

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Martin barrel: wow

Martin Bucket: ...Wait, why did they get together?

Martin: Shouldn't this be asking you?And why didn't we get together?

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