[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

It was difficult for Timothy to tell whether he was more ashamed and angry, or more powerless.

At the same time, it was difficult for him to understand how he and Jason got to that point that day.

Their relationship is slipping in a dangerous direction, and there's nothing Tim can do about it.

Jason would come to him every once in a while, trying to coax Timothy into joining him, or just plain sarcasm.After the two had a big fight, he would ride him recklessly through the mess and walk away, mercilessly, as if Timothy was just a small temperature-controlled toy.

Maybe in Jason's eyes, Timothy is really just a more useful toy.However, Timothy couldn't tell anyone about his distress.

Even, occasionally in his dreams, he couldn't help reminiscing about it.The feel of Jason's slender, tight waist in his arms, the softness of his chest when he sat on Timothy's face, and the mist in his eyes.He always frowned stubbornly and refused to make a sound.

Whenever Timothy wakes up from such a dream, he will realize that the situation has become more and more out of his control.

He tried staying away from Jason, not paying attention to him, not responding to his provocations.And Jason seemed to understand his thoughts, and they walked farther and farther in tacit understanding.

Until Timothy is captured by his rivals on a solo mission, and he's turned in front of the mob boss he's after.There he met a familiar man.

Jason, sitting on the set of couches next to the leader, casually shakes the ice in his glass.He's the one who got Timothy, what the hell is he going to do?

Jason's eyes flicked to Timothy lightly. He filled the glass with ice and filled it with vodka, and raised his glass to the leader, "Congratulations on catching this little bird."

Timothy gritted his teeth, and countless trivial thoughts flashed through his mind, constantly integrating them.But he didn't say it, he just gave Jason one last look when he was taken away, and Jason didn't look at him.

The process of escaping was easier than Timothy imagined.No one pursued Timothy except the original guards.He casually picked up the headset of a fallen guard, hacked into their communication channel, and found that someone had cut off the communication between the two sides.

He didn't thank Jason, nor did he get a chance to.He didn't figure out what Jason wanted to do until the end.

The communication between them was broken for a long time, until one night when Timothy was exhausted, Jason appeared on the windowsill of his house.

There were bruises around the corners of his mouth and unstitched lacerations on his shoulders.He jumped in from the window sill, smelling of gunpowder smoke and mud.

Timothy hadn't touched a pillow for nearly fifty hours and was plagued by migraines.In another ten hours or so, hallucinations will appear before his eyes, and little bats will hold hands and dance around his head.

The situation is bad.

And worst of all, now the man he had just dreamed about last night was sitting on top of him, ready to ride him hard.

There was no doubt that he would lose consciousness after doing it, and Timothy didn't doubt that he would be laughed at by Jason when he woke up.In addition to being short, he will be crowned as a weak chicken.

He cannot be fooled.

He is not fooled.

And Jason just sat on his lap and twisted, his waist suddenly tightened and trembled with excitement, "Tch," he smiled dangerously as a predator, "Are you scared, baby bird?"

Hold.

That nerve snapped.

Timothy pressed Jason against him, biting his lip viciously.

I'm going to make you cry before I pass out.He swore darkly.

Timothy woke up fifteen hours later, and Jason was no longer in his safe house.Timothy's medicine chest was turned out, and someone roughly tore away most of the medicines.

A scent gripped Timothy, who was hungry, and he turned his head to find a piece of lasagna left on the table.The kitchen showed signs of being used, it was done by Jason.

Timothy sat at the dining table and slowly finished the lasagne on the table. The taste was better than he had imagined.

Starting with that lasagna, the distance between Jason and him gradually narrowed.Every time he leaves, he leaves Timothy with food, sometimes he cooks it himself, sometimes he orders takeout.

Occasionally, when Timothy came out of the bathroom, he could still be seen busy in the kitchen. Jason was wearing only trousers and an apron, dipping his fingers in the hot sauce to taste.Timothy had the urge to come up to him and hug him from behind.

He didn't, he just sat on the couch, opened his laptop pretending not to care, and started working.

Jason is trying to return to his family, and he seems to have taken on a lot of weird tasks.When he came to look for Timothy, he could often see inhuman parts, soft feathers, fine scales, and slippery tentacles.What Timothy likes most is the furry animal ears. When he bites lightly, he will tremble slightly with tension.

In a big incident against Gotham, Batman was in crisis, and everyone else couldn't escape and couldn't protect themselves.

A man wearing a red hood descends from the sky like a divine soldier.He carried Batman on his back and rushed out of the fire scene that was about to explode.

It was a big fight, and even with Jason on board, they still had a hard time winning it.Timothy saw Jason at the end of the battle. He was very tired, sitting cross-legged in the corner.His hood was off, revealing his sweat-soaked black hair.

The domino mask covered his eyes, but Timothy knew he was dozing off.He walked over and took off his cloak to cover Jason.While the others were still busy, Timothy sat next to Jason and pushed his head on his shoulder.

Jason didn't refuse, he seemed to really fall asleep.

Dick hurried over, before he could speak.Timothy compared his fingers to his lips, signaling silently.

Quiet, he is resting.

Sure enough, Timothy got a call from Dick that night.

"What's the matter between you and him?" The eldest brother of the family realized that his tone was bad, and quickly changed his words, "I mean, it seems that you guys still communicate with each other outside the place we know?"

"It's okay, I'm safe." Timothy lowered his voice, and on the bed behind him, Jason was sleeping soundly wrapped in the quilt, like a big caterpillar.This was the first time he had stayed overnight with Timothy.

"Don't worry," Timothy explained.

"Okay, private space, right?" Dick said awkwardly. "You and Todd are now, uh, what?"

What kind of relationship do they have?Seriously speaking, it should be a gun.friend, or a bed.companion.But Timothy found he didn't want to stop there.

"I don't know," he said, "for now."

He felt that there was still a lot of time, enough for him to plan slowly.Of course, everyone thinks so, this is the misdirection of fate, to play tricks on them who hesitate.

Timothy thinks there is still time to confirm their relationship, Bruce thinks there is still time to repair their relationship, and Dick thinks there is still time to take on the responsibilities of being an older brother.And death never stops because of their scruples.

When the news of Jason's death came, no one believed it to be true.Bruce confirmed the location and planned to drive the Batmobile directly there.Whether Jason is alive or dead, at least take him home.

Timothy followed.Until he actually saw the man's body, he was lucky.

The familiar face completely shattered his luck.Bruce carried Jason's body into the Batmobile. Jason's body was placed in the back seat, and the man sat in the driver's seat with his back straight.

He didn't seem to care, as if nothing could hurt him.It wasn't until Timothy saw his clenched hands that he realized that he was crying.

Batman was crying silently, in order not to let other people find out, he didn't even dare to move, for fear that a certain emotional ups and downs would break the strong calm and make him destroy everything in front of him like a madman.

Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson and Timothy Drake could not attend Jason's funeral.After he came back from the dead without recovering his identity, Jason is a black household in this world.So they cannot and are not entitled to attend his funeral.

Timothy knew they were going anyway, and disguised himself as the outermost circle, pretending to be passing by.

Timothy brought a bouquet of white roses, and when it was his turn to lay the flowers, the coffin moved.Timothy's footsteps stopped, his hands uncontrollably clenched the stems of the white roses.

Once, twice, three times, the sound is dull.Timothy threw away the bouquet in his hand, frantically snatched the shovel from the people around him, and pried open the coffin board despite the pastor's obstruction.

The blue-eyed man was lying inside, still kicking his own coffin boards. When he saw Timothy, his eyes curled up triumphantly, "It's been a long time—"

Before he finished speaking, Timothy pinched him by the neck and pushed him back into the coffin. He stepped forward and squeezed in, leaning on the coffin wall and kissing him hard, wishing that the heartless guy would be silent again. Come on.

He heard Bruce and Dick explaining the scene to the priest and other staff.Never mind, Timothy thought.

He is his.

Jason couldn't understand Timothy's mental state, and his own inner situation was so complicated that people shook their heads, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to Timothy's little thoughts.

But one thing is clear, after Timothy pried him out of the coffin, Timothy's safe house was opened to him.

The meaning of this sentence is that Timothy gave him the key to the safe house.

Although it was quite easy for him to unlock and pick the door and hack the security system of Timothy's safe house, it was more convenient to have the key.

Only then did he realize that there was a darker paranoid side deep inside this well-behaved baby bird than they did.Between the two of them, usually Jason was the one who came to the door.But after he faked his death, the first time for the two of them was when Timothy voluntarily locked the bedroom door.

There was no expression of shame and anger on his face, or that he simply gave up struggling. His fingers were entangled between Jason's fingers, and they were fixed at any position he designated.He no longer concealed his fascination, and would whisper when leaving marks on Jason's skin, "I like the way you look now, the way you cry is much more pleasing to the eye than before."

Jason unleashes a little monster, but he finds it too late.

Timothy never confessed his love to Jason, and Jason never admitted that he had the slightest feeling for him.

They also fight in bed, and the most peaceful time is when the two of them sit on the sofa and watch TV, Jason's feet are on Timothy's lap, and he eats alone with a big bucket of popcorn.Then Timothy would pull him over and snatch the popcorn from his mouth.

They don't talk about love.Jason always teased Timothy about his height and strength.He would poke Timothy on the shoulder viciously and say no one could stand him as a little pervert.

Timothy wasn't being fooled anymore, he would just glance at Jason and calmly sarcastic that he wasn't much better.

Jason almost forgot what it was because of it in the first place, probably because of the video he found on Twitter, or because he had another fight with Bruce.He lay on Timothy's bed and asked lazily, "Shall we go to Las Vegas to get married?"

He was really just talking casually, and Timothy didn't say anything else.After saying this, Jason buried himself in the pillow and fell asleep.

He was shaken awake by Timothy in the middle of the night.He narrowed his eyes impatiently, ready to kick Timothy at any moment, but Timothy just threw Jason's clothes at him, "The helicopter is ready, we can go."

"Let's go?" Jason's brain was still immersed in the short sleep just now, "Where are we going?"

"Las Vegas," Timothy said.

Seeing that Jason's face was still blank, he reminded him kindly, "Now go, and be the first one to go to the marriage registration office to register. You can send him our marriage license before Bruce gets up."

He asked again, "Do you want to make an appointment for a local church, or find another place?"

"Whatever." Jason yawned and began to pull clothes on his body, "As long as it can make Bruce mad."

Timothy lowered his head and operated a few times on the phone, "Then stay there for about a week, we can take a look at the church slowly, I asked for a week off, this week Bruce will replace me in the company."

He put a slippery thing on Jason's ring finger, leaned over and kissed his hair, "Let's go, we have to leave quickly."

The author has something to say: Unexpectedly, among the three parallel worlds, the couple who fought the most would be the first to get married!

When Martin Pail was still in a long-distance relationship in space and earth

When the exchange of the world is still talking about cross talk with buckets

IF mention: we got married

IF Bucket: The marriage license was issued to the old man

The rest: ? ? ?

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