A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The time was reversed to four hours ago. Not long after Reed left home, the young man lying on the bed on the second floor moved.

At that time, Jason was still floating in a dream that seemed real and fake, and the unwillingness of the past was blown away by the gentle wind that came from nowhere, and he flew over Gotham surrounded by tall buildings.The city is beautiful and magnificent, but also ugly.Jason looked down at her silently.

His body was burned in the night fire of Gotham, a lunatic tore his existence to pieces, laughed bloody and walked away.

A few years later, he crawled out again from under six feet. The 15-year-old boy was forced to mature. His dazed soul felt that he was just a walking dead, and his instinct drove him forward. The fire of anger and the spring water of Lazarus Aroused his thick sin, turned his soul into a collection of hatred shrouded in black mist.

But now someone actually told him: You deserve better.

The hot touch still lingered on the tips of his ears, making his cheeks start to heat up, as if trying to dispel all the chill.

It was a kiss or a hug, grabbing his sinking body, pulling him, holding him up, to touch the air and sunlight.

Those black mist that existed like a gangrene disappeared in an instant, evaporated into nothingness, and the heavy body was injected with huge energy. The bones were regenerated, and the broken limbs were reborn, and Jason Todd was reassembled bit by bit. up.

It was as if he had been sent a sweet dream.

Jason thought, I like this.

He opened his eyes from the bed, probably because he had been lying down for a long time, his eyes were blurred, his hands and feet were weak, and he had no strength.

Jason raised his hand, and the horrible wound on his arm disappeared. He touched it, and there were only a few uneven marks and a little light-colored new flesh left.

He relaxed his shoulders and sank back into the mattress.

Then, everything that happened in the dream began to rush towards him like a tidal wave, and the tidal wave knocked him to the ground, flowing gently over his limbs and bones.

Jason turned his body sideways and buried his face in the pillow, as if in this way he could deceive himself and let out his soft self, telling himself that it would be great if it was true.

But he grew up, and he was no longer a child who could only hide behind his mother, no longer a waif who would scar himself all over his body, and no longer the Robin who was knocked down by a crowbar and couldn't fight back.

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating. Jason reached for it and unplugged the charging cable.

"...What's the matter?" He picked up the glass next to him. The water in it was not cold yet, and the temperature was just right. Jason took a sip to moisten his thirsty throat, and asked the other person on the phone. one headed person.

When the subordinate saw the call was connected, he was so happy that he couldn't even hear the red hood's voice, and his legs were no longer weak, and he almost jumped up, "You finally answered the phone!"

They haven't been able to reach him since Red Hood's last message two days ago, and no one in the Iceberg Club knows what to do, "It's someone from Black Mask, they want to talk business with you , we have been procrastinating for a long time, and we can't procrastinate any longer."

Jason smiled and said in a good mood, "Don't talk about it, let them go."

He beat Penguin until he was paralyzed, and the news that he was still in a coma in the hospital spread almost throughout the underground world of Gotham.And he and Black Mask have had a long-standing grievance, and the two would fight whenever they met, and they were almost never able to sit down and talk together calmly.

Oh no, it's impossible for the two of them to be calm. He felt itchy when he saw that skull face.

"But they—"

Jason interrupted him, "You can't even refuse, what am I supporting you for? Are you watching a joke?"

The subordinate swallowed the words aggrieved, and Nuonuo responded.

Jason didn't see the time until he hung up the phone. He really didn't expect that he had been lying down for almost two days, and countless missed calls and messages popped up together, which almost made his phone freeze.He flipped through the records and saw a few familiar people.

Dick called him five times yesterday, and finally texted him, asking if he had eaten something wrong and was out of his mind.

Jason didn't see for a moment whether it was concern or ridicule.

He replied: Are you finally blocked by cereal?

Then quickly block this number.He didn't want to be bombarded with 'love' from mother bird.

Then it was Tim who asked: Have you got a boyfriend?

Jason froze for a moment, then remembered his feat last night - he opened the window and opened the motorcycle to find Batman and fought with him, and then was knocked out by Reed with a hand knife.

Too awesome.He couldn't help thinking, didn't he get cursed but drank a fake bar?

'Boyfriend' though... this one doesn't sound too bad.

Although Jason didn't reply to Tim, he didn't delete the text message either.

Then he also saw Damian's message, he scrolled up from the last one, then checked the sending time, and blocked this number as well.

Troublesome brat.Jason pouted, wondering why he even had the devil cub's number in his phone.

Hell, who added this, and who gave the note?Is this mobile phone perfect?

Jason even saw a series of familiar numbers. This number has not changed for more than ten years and belongs to only one person. He can recite it backwards and forwards.

The text message didn't seem to know what to say, it just sent a full stop, and Jason let out a slight snort in his throat.

He pretended not to see it, but after a while, he switched back to that page, took a screenshot, and then deleted the text message.

Jason scolded in his heart, old bat, Gotham's first monster.

He replied little by little to the messages piled up on his phone, Roy, Xinghuo, Artemis... Wait when will she start using the phone again?

Then Jason suddenly realized that he was remembered by so many people.

The vague words in the dream reappeared in my mind.

He said: You have not been forgotten, you are irreplaceable, and no one can erase your traces.

Jason Todd clutched the cloth on his chest, he felt the dead heart beating again, he could clearly feel that he was alive, his body trembled slightly with the beating of the heart.

This feeling is... amazing.

It feels really good to be cared about.

Jason took a shower, changed into dry and comfortable clothes, and heated the sandwiches that Reed had left behind in the microwave.

He leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, obviously he didn't stay here for a long time, most of the time he went out to do his own business, only at night, he would come here to stay for one night, of course, he did not deny that he also regarded this place as a A safe house—his original safe house was down there anyway, wasn't it? ——But here occasionally gave him a strange sense of belonging, he didn't understand, he had only known Ridman for a week, and he didn't even let go of his guard against his fellow outlaws so quickly.

After all, many times, he has to admit that Batman has had a great influence on him, and his thinking mode is always close to Batman. During the years when he became Robin, Batman taught him not only How to rescue the weak and protect himself, together with those crazy, sensitive and excessive vigilance also subtly affected him.

Jason thought, Reed is really a succubus, not a vampire.

His eyes fell on the couch, where Reed basically sat every time he came back, poring over a damn book—for him.

So, where did Reed go?

Jason took a bite of the sandwich, his dark green eyes drooped, and he looked at the floor idly.

want to see him.

Think now.

But, why the hell, the two of them lived together for so many days, they even slept in the same bed, and they didn't even leave a phone call?

Jason sighed at his stupidity, and washed the dishes.Then he looked around, obsessive-compulsive disorder forced him to neatly fold a few clothes on the sofa, and then he threw a few clothes that looked like they hadn't been washed into the washing machine from memory.

The washing machine was very old, and Jason studied it one spare night, and was very worried that it would fail before completing its mission, but surprisingly, after 20 years, it was still working normally.

As expected of the magic side, it is easy to do things that most people can't think of.

Immediately afterwards, his obsessive-compulsive disorder of sweeping the floor for him even in Dick's safe house made him not stop at all, and he did a series of housework such as sweeping the floor, cleaning windows, disinfecting and ventilating...etc.

Jason admired the fruits of his labor and smiled with satisfaction: I am so happy.

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated again, as if urging him to die.

"What's the matter?" Jason answered the phone, the same subordinate, but this time his voice was trembling.

"Boss, the black, black mask is here..." Jason heard him gulp, "He said, he must see you..."

"..." Jason paused, unable to figure out what the black mask was thinking. Wouldn't the two of them fight immediately when they met?

"I see, let him wait."

Jason put on his coat, put on the holster and pistol, confirmed that all the equipment of his red hood was normal, and then left a note on the table for Reed, he didn't know if he could come back today, don't let him It's always right to worry about yourself.

When it was time to go out...Jason went around the garden of Reed's house, but couldn't find his motorcycle.

Jason:? ? ?

Where is my car?

He stood there thinking for a while before realizing something very serious.

When Reed brought him back last night, he didn't bring his motorcycle with him.

In other words, he has to walk for more than ten minutes to find the damn bus stop, and then wait for the only cramped bus that will pass by here, squeeze together with a car of people, and bump to reach the iceberg club.

And his own motorcycle, which cost more than half of his savings just for the modification fee, is still parked in a corner of the ruins, and it is very likely that someone else will drive it away.

Just thinking about it made him choke a little.

Besides, who would take the bus to a nightclub these days?

Jason: Shit.