A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"We need a little camouflage." Jason took a sip of warm water, and the water flowed over the small bite wound on the tip of his tongue. The strange itching made him lower his eyes.Twirling the collar of his shirt with his fingers, there was a drop of blood red, which the vampire hadn't had time to swallow just now, and it landed on the collar along the arc of his jaw.

It doesn't eat well, like a kitten, it only licks randomly.Jason began to diverge his thinking.

"So, this is the dress you prepared for me?" Reed let go of two fingers, and the purple dress in his hand hung down. He lifted the shoulder of the skirt and looked at Jason with disbelief, " Mr. RedHood, I don't think you mentioned wearing a dress to me yesterday, did you?"

"Sorry, I just saw today that the above request to bring a partner of the opposite sex."

"Ha, then they are not politically correct." Reed said, picking up other accessories in the suitcase, such as pendants of the same color, gloves, and even a corset. The vampire's eyes were full of suspicion, "Then why would you So well prepared?"

He gestured to himself with the skirt, and even the size fit him well.He finally knew why there was so much luggage.

"Otherwise, I can't be the one to wear it, right?" Jason sighed, the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up long ago, and the exposed arm had smooth muscle lines, almost twice as thick as Reed's arm.

Once again, Mr. Magic realizes that fast food may actually be genetically altering America's children.

"Okay," Reed compromised, and he wasn't angry because of it. Wearing a skirt wasn't a big deal to him. If he had to say it, it just happened so suddenly that he was a little surprised that he didn't realize it. "How do you wear this?"

"Put that on first." Jason pointed to the bra, and Reed picked up the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

It was a light flesh-colored thin lining, only stuffed with something soft like silicone on the chest, which felt good to the touch, but the back was fastened with buttons.

"Jay, I can't buckle it." After a while, the vampire poked his head out of the corner and looked at him shyly, "Help me."

Jason, who was changing his suit, paused for a second, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he let go of his grip on the suit, "... here we come."

Maybe the white light sometimes looks too cold, and the light in the bathroom is also warm yellow, as if deliberately creating an ambiguous atmosphere. The vampire's white skin is tinged with warmth, but it is still dazzling.

Reed turned his back to him, with the straps of his corset hanging loosely on his shoulders. He was naked on his upper body, and he was wearing a pair of sports shorts underneath, which only reached half of his thighs. His two straight long legs were exposed in the air , barefoot on the granite floor, toes curled up nervously.

Jason reached out to help him fasten the buttons on the back, and suddenly found that there was a pattern on Reed's back that was glowing, because the brightness was a little weak, and he didn't notice it for a while.

"What's this? A tattoo?" The vampire's skin was slightly cool, and when his fingertips brushed against it, he felt as if he had scratched fine jade.

"Ah, that," Reed glanced in the mirror, "it was left to me by my mother... let's say it's a 'gift'?"

"Will it be on all the time?" Jason looked down at the pattern carefully. It looked like some kind of suggestive totem or the route of a maze.

The scorching breath was blowing on Reed's back. He couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, and grabbed a corner of the purple dress, "I, I can't control it. In a sense, it is also a part of the body organs. But temporarily letting it go dark for a few hours should do the trick."

Reed tried to cut off the magic operation of that part. He usually needs the accumulation of magic power. There are only a few complete magic circuits in his body that can do this. Cutting off one of them means that the amount of magic power he accumulates during this period will decrease. a lot less.

The light blue light dimmed, and the pattern seemed to be swallowed by the body, and that part turned back into smooth skin.

"I'll help you put the skirt on." Jason picked up the long skirt and put it on Reed.

The dress was custom-made. He spent a lot of money and asked the other party to make it within a day.

The fabric is soft and delicate satin. Because the time is relatively tight, there are not too many decorations and dark lines on the skirt. There is a hollow on the lower back near the tailbone, where you can just see the spinal groove and waist fossa.

Jason's fingers brushed there, and suddenly regretted that he had let them do this pattern.

Reed felt a little strange looking at himself in the mirror, "Are you going to put on makeup later?"

"Well," Jason helped him hang the necklace around his neck, "I can draw any makeup I want."

"As usual, it's fine if you think it's okay." Reed had completely given up resisting. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and asked again, "Have you got the pseudonym for the banquet? I want to change it .”

"Okay, what do you want to replace it with?"

The magician blinked, and a hint of slyness flashed across his eyes, "Weber Vervet."

Jason raised his eyebrows. He looked up this name. Although there are many people in the world of magicians who don't have any presence on the Internet, he did meet Weber Weir when he was investigating Reed. The name Werther, the two of them seem to be friends?

"I'll change it for you later."

Jason is very skilled in makeup, which makes Reed wonder what Batman taught these Robins in the first class?

When I met Tim for the first time, the other party also painted himself a makeup that was unrecognizable to the people around him. Could it be that they have tried it before?

Batman?Ladies?

Reed thought of the opponent's muscles wrapped in heavy armor, and opened his eyes in fright, trying to drive the terrifying image out of his mind.

Jason had finished painting himself, and he looked very different from his usual appearance, like a stranger.

"What's the matter?" But the voice still didn't change, and the soft makeup brush gently brushed his face.

"I thought of something bad." But when his eyes fell on the mirror in front of him, he was a little dazed, as if he didn't recognize the person opposite.

The facial features have been softened, the tails of the eyes are elongated, shiny eyeshadow is painted on, and brightly colored lipstick is painted on the usually bloodless lips. He is no longer like the lecturer with a sense of alienation in his smile in the clock tower. It was the young lady of a certain noble family who had never left the cage.

"I..." It's just that his voice is still recognizable as a man, "What if someone asks me?"

Jason tied a wide light purple chock around his neck to block his Adam's apple, and said, "Just a smile, such a beautiful lady can make anyone speechless just by standing there."

Reed is well adapted to high heels. When he was in the Tranbellio family, he had to learn horsemanship, social and banquet dances. He always wore shoes with high heels. The difference between women's high heels and men's high heels That is, the thickness of the foundation.He wobbled a bit at first and had to be supported by Jason, but after a while he was able to walk quite steadily.

In time for the dinner, Jason brought Reed to the Lex Group, threw the car keys of the sports car he rented from somewhere to the person who greeted the guests at the door, and then got out of the car and walked to the other side to open the door. Car door, help Reed, oh, it's Miss Weber now, help Miss Weber out.

Jason's hair was re-rolled, and one side covered his ears, hanging down in front, with a beautiful purple gemstone earring on the other exposed ear.

It was actually an ear clip, because Reed had never had his ears pierced, so he could only use it temporarily as an ear clip. The gem was not a real decoration, but the communicator hidden underneath it was convenient for him to communicate with Jason.

Reed took Jason's arm and walked into the gate of the Lex Group. The invitation letter he handed to the waiter was a copy of the one Tim had sent to Bruce Wayne. When standing in front of the face recognition machine, the scanning machine jammed several times. It took a few seconds for the pass to be displayed, and there was a crisp ding-dong sound. The staff standing behind the computer and staring at Reed's dazed face just woke up from a dream and welcomed them up to the second floor.

"Welcome to the charity dinner of the Lex Group, Mr. Alberto, Ms. Weber, I wish you a happy evening."

Jason came in place of an Italian rich man named Alberto Del, who was unable to arrive due to medical reasons, but Jason sent the message to Lex Luthor before it reached Lex Luthor. Stopped, it's more convenient because this person doesn't have a deep relationship with Luther, and he basically hasn't met a few times. According to the pictures found on the Internet, Jason tried his best to draw himself on that person, hoping that Luther would not Will notice this little change.

"I'll leave it to you later," Jason whispered.

One of the procedures in the charity dinner was dancing. As long as Reed could attract the attention of most people at that time, he could quietly sneak into other places in the Lex Group to investigate those people in black robes.

What's more, Reid still has traces of their magic power that he pulled from Superman during the day, and can track their approximate location.

The scene was already filled with the brisk piano sound of waltz, and the girls in beautiful dresses were chatting softly with the gentlemen in suits and leather shoes.

And when Reid stepped into the venue, it seemed that even the air was quiet for a second, and people stopped their movements.

Nothing less, they were all shocked by 'her'.The lady who was approaching had snow-white skin, black curly hair hanging down in front of her collarbone, her eyes swept across everyone present, she seemed to be bored, so she retracted her gaze, and focused all her attention on the man next to her. With the opening of her steps, occasionally the outline of the slender and straight legs can be clearly outlined.The man who was being held by the arm lowered his head and gently pinched the fingertips in her purple silk gloves, as if he had said something that made her laugh.

One male guest murmured to his friend, "You know what? The last time my heart beat so fast was when Anne Hathaway pulled my hair in the movie..."

The friend said, "It was when Hepburn looked at me from the car..."

It was already late when they arrived, and it didn't take long for the dinner to be announced.

Lex Luthor first came to the stage to give a speech, and Reed didn't pay attention to it. He was tracking the magic power of those men in black robes. Before, the distance was relatively far, and it was not very accurate. Now that the distance has been pulled in, it is not so It's difficult.

"On the second floor of the basement." He whispered in Jason's ear. The two of them stood in the corner, occasionally applauding with the applause of other guests. They didn't exchange a look until they heard Luthor announcing the start of the dance. Jason slipped away quietly and asked the waiter where the restroom was.

Reed took a few steps to the dance floor and stood by a certain buffet table. He would still be a little tired after wearing high heels for a long time. He only hoped that everything would be over soon, and his feet were already starting to feel sore.

"This...beautiful lady," a slightly familiar voice came from the front, "I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dance?"

Reed raised his head in doubt, and then his expression twisted for a moment.

what?

Mr. Bruce Wayne, this is not very good, is it?