A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The empty glass tube rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Jason turned to the side, rubbing the tip of his tall nose against Reed's cheek for a short distance, and finally he bent down and rested his forehead on Reed's shoulder.

It looked like he had just got rid of the symptoms of Poison Ivy Pollen, but the hand pressing on the iron cabinet door used a lot of strength, the iron cabinet made a miserable rattling sound, and the place where the fingers exerted the most force was actually directly A few marks were pressed.

"Sorry, I..." Jason withdrew his hand abruptly, and stepped back a distance, not daring to look at Reed, his eyes flustered on the gray concrete floor next to him, "Just now I—"

"—It's okay," Reed put the back of his hand against his lips, the coolness from the cold cabinet door through his clothes made him calm down a bit, he took a few quick breaths and interrupted Jason's words, " I understand, you just got the ecstasy pollen."

"..." The redness on Jason's face faded in an instant. He froze for a few seconds, and slowly turned his head to look at Reed. The moment their eyes met, Reed noticed the green eyes. stunned.

"...Do you think what I said just now was due to the influence of pollen?" Jason asked.

"Isn't it... isn't it?" Reid said hesitantly.

"No." Jason frowned, "Poison pollen just made me uncomfortable, but it didn't make me lose my mind."

Reed only felt his lips numb, and the hot touch after being squeezed was gradually transmitted from the nerve endings to his brain. He stuck out a little tip of his tongue and licked a little bit of blood on his lower lip.

It seems to be broken.

As he thought about it, he stared at Jason, instinctively yelling at him to get out of here quickly, but his feet seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't lift his steps no matter what.

He heard Jason say in a hoarse voice:

"That's what I wanted to say just now, including me saying I like you."

When he was about to die, Reed clutched his sleeves, his fingers so tense that he pinched the marks of his teeth for several months on his palm.

Before the Philosopher's Stone was broken, he might be about to take a step ahead because of a tachycardia.

"So you haven't answered me yet," Jason looked at him, "don't you like me?"

"I..." Reed's head had died five minutes ago, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, the sharp pain stimulated him, Reed shook his head and said, "I can't."

He didn't answer Jason's question, but he didn't deny the premise of 'like' either, he just said, no.

"Why not?" Jason pressed every step of the way, and now he seemed to have lost all pretense of shyness.

"Because I'm going to die." Reed took a deep breath, he thought, this can't go on anymore, he must make it clear, "My body may not be able to hold on at any time...I don't want to let You are sad." I don't want my body, which is about to decay, to become the shackles of others.

Death is the most equal thing in the world, and also the most unfair.A person will die eventually, but in the end it will only become a pile of bones, or turn into ashes, or be buried in the ground to rot. It's also getting heavier on the back.

Seeing Jason's disbelieving expression, Reed lowered his head, reached out and unbuttoned a few buttons on his clothes. He was wearing a gray cotton shirt.There is a hideous scar on the pale skin that has been wrapped in it all year round, just at the position of the heart, and the scar is very long, stretching straight to the chest cavity.

It looks like a scar from a long time ago. It is reasonable to say that the scar will gradually become lighter and lighter with the growth of the body and the increase of age, but this scar is not, it is still red, but the red is not the coagulation of blood, But in it, there seems to be something emitting red light under the surface.

"This...what's going on?" Jason moved a little closer.

"I am a vampire, but I am also a human being. Two kinds of blood co-exist in my body. They are incompatible with each other and will always repel each other. There is a gemstone buried here...to assist my life force to run. One day it's overloaded and I'm dead."

"So, don't like me anymore."

"Does it hurt?" Jason's finger touched the wound lightly. He didn't seem to understand Reed's meaning at all, and his eyes were covered with bloody scars.

Reed was startled, then nodded slightly, it hurts, of course it hurts, it hurts all the time.

Jason pulled his clothes together and buttoned his shirt one by one.

He said slowly, "I have experienced death."

"That feeling is terrible, like being robbed of all senses, the body sinks little by little, and is swallowed up. The only good thing is that I don't feel pain anymore."

He looked directly into Reed's eyes, the color of amber was clean and clear, and he said, "If that's a relief to you, then I don't mind if you go."

Jason paused, "But now, you still exist here, showing a reluctant expression."

"What are you grieving about?"

The two of them breathed each other's scent together, and they were very close, Jason asked in a low voice, "Is it me?"

He is like a patient and gentle devil, slowly coaxing.

Reed's eyelashes trembled, and he staggered his gaze, "It's not you."

"You lied." It was hard to imagine that he would use the detective skills that Batman had taught him here.

Jason put his hand on Reed's chest, he could feel the intense beating there, he smiled, "Listen, he's dancing for me."

The magician sighed and said in frustration, "You really don't mind?"

"Why do you mind?" Jason said, "The big deal is that after killing the clown, we die for love. Anyway, dying for love is similar to being alive, just one instant kill and one chronic."

Reed looked at him in horror, his lips moved, "No..."

"Just kidding." Jason withdrew his smile, "but you can try to live for me."

"Look, I've come back from the dead, so I'll definitely find a way."

"trust me."

"So you are here!" The voice outside the door suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Jason stood up straight and looked back. Red Robin appeared there, leaning on the broken wall, disheveled.

"Red, are you okay, detox?" Tim asked him. "I found a few bombs, and there may be more, help? It's almost over there at B."

"..." Jason withdrew his hand on Reed's shoulder, "Got it, let's go."

He walked a few steps, then turned his head and said to Reed, "Be careful on the way back."

The magician nodded blankly, and when he looked outside, he noticed that the monkeys chattering outside were gone, and even the vines were much less.

Jason picked up the red hood that had fallen on the ground, brushed off the dirt and dust on it, and put it back on his head, covering the tips of his red ears.

Tim glanced back, then asked Jason, "Are you reconciled?"

"We've never had a fight," Jason said.

"Ha." Red Robin let out a sneer, a bit of Damian's demeanor, only a ghost would believe it.

Perhaps because Gotham has experienced too many such disasters, the vigilantes are familiar with handling large-scale prison escapes, and even the GCPD police have begun to clean up the scene neatly.Reed saw that the captured criminals were put on special handcuffs one by one and escorted into the police car.

Considering that they are all mentally ill (whether they are real or not, they have certificates anyway), if they are sent to Blackgate Prison, there is a high possibility that they will be complained by human rights agencies, so now they have to be taken back to the police station for interrogation and detention .

Reed pulled away the dead vines, and his car was buried under those plants. Fortunately, he didn't suffer any major damage, at most there were some scratches.

The road had been cleared and he drove the car on his way home.

In fact, his original magic power had already been exhausted, but in the two kisses afterward, the other party's full magic power was conveyed to him from his saliva, which almost wiped away all his exhaustion and hunger.

It's amazing.Reed thought, Jason Todd is too good, is he a mobile nursing home?

It was around midnight when Jason and the others finished their work. At that time, Reid was sitting on the sofa slowly sipping hot tea, watching the real-time broadcast of the scene on the news channel, and he could see Batman who was occasionally caught by the camera And Robin, oh, and little Robin, who might come after school.

Amy had just finished a condolence call to him. She didn't know how many times she tried to persuade him to leave Gotham, but Reed refused again and again.

When the phone called again, Reed was about to go to sleep, but when he saw the caller ID, he suddenly sat up straight on the bed.

"...Have you solved it?" First there was a silence, and Reed asked.

"Well, the people from the police station will finish up." There was a wind blowing over there, which made Jason's voice a bit blurred, "You haven't answered my questions during the day."

Reed: "What?"

Jason said, "So we're in an ongoing relationship now?"

Reed grabbed the quilt with all his strength, he knew that the deadline for death was like a crack between the two of them, the crack would become wider and deeper, and one day it would swallow both of them .

When he was a teenager, he also went looking for the race of vampires, but when he met a vampire for the first time, he knew that he was a different kind and a marginalized person.

They neither fit into the vampire group nor belong to human society.

So he can only stand on that boundary line and touch everything around him calmly and carefully.

But now someone is walking on thin ice, walking towards him, holding his hand, and leading him into the fireworks of the secular world.

The flame shattered the barrier between him and the world, exploded into a brilliant light, and fell into his eyes.

"...yes," Reed whispered, "as long as you don't regret it, until my death, and we will always be."

"I won't regret it." Jason smiled in an empty corner.

Tim Drake has finished his tiring day again. Fortunately, he has no class tomorrow, and he doesn't have to deal with Wayne Group's documents. Connor has been training Jonathan for the past two days, so, this means that he I can temporarily sleep for at least six hours.

Awesome.

Before going to bed, I received a text message on my phone from Jason.

Big Red:

-Um.

"......"What's the meaning?Brain teasers in the middle of the night?

Tim flipped through the previous records. Recently, the two of them have been in direct contact by phone. The last text message was the one where he asked Jason "Have you got a boyfriend?"

Although sleepy, the world's second detective's brain is not covered. Tim's expression gradually became strange, he frowned and thought.

Isn't he replying to this message?