A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Reed sat in front of the computer, deleted, edited, and wrote a version of the finale, but he felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it, so he closed the computer and went upstairs to tidy up Jason's room.

Jason came back in the middle of the night, and Reed was still flipping through the books. He found a bunch of old books brought by his mother, some of which had something to do with magic, so he held the books and flipped through them on the sofa. Look for clues.

Jason was full of blood again, but Reed could smell it, it was someone else's blood.

Jason hasn't dealt with the Penguin yet, so he brought a group of youngsters to find Oswald's troubles today. He didn't want to meet Batman at night, so he went to the bar to drink a few drinks, but unexpectedly met him in the back alley of the bar. A few idiots in the drug trade conveniently killed the people, packed them up and threw them at the gate of the Gotham Police Station.

Today, he went to the place where he used to live to get some daily necessities and clothes. After all, if you live with someone, you can't just mess with your roommate. He also drove his motorcycle over.When he went out this morning, there was not a single car in the vicinity, not even a few cars passing by. It was so quiet that he even thought he was still in some illusion, so the nightmare of Gotham gangsters, the famous Mr. Red Hood After walking for 10 minutes, I found a stop where a bus passed by, and squeezed the bus aggrievedly.

This kind of thing won't happen again.Having been touched twice on the bus, intentionally or unintentionally, and having to endure himself not to hit people subconsciously, Jason felt that he would stay away from such crowded and closed places from now on.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Reid asked, looking up at him.

"have eaten."

"There are two bathrooms, you can use whichever you want. Just put your luggage in the bedroom. I've done it." Reed lowered his head to study the contents of the book, which were all written in Greek. He was only in his teens. I learned some systematically when I was reading it, but I never used it again. I was a lot rusty, and now I stumbled a bit when I read the content, and I had to spend [-]% of my energy to identify it.

By the time Jason washed off the smell of blood and came out of the bathroom after changing into clothes that were not so tight to him, Reed had already closed the book with a headache, rubbed the center of his brows and closed his eyes to rest.

"What, have you encountered a bottleneck?" Jason put two cans of beer in front of him, and sat on the sofa next to Reed.He glanced at the book that Reed had thrown aside. It had a black cover, and the book looked very old, with the Greek word "Origin of Magic" printed on it.

Reed exhaled and said in a drawl, "I hate Greek..."

"Then stop reading and drink something."

"Oh, by the way, you take the medicine first. I prepared a version that should be of some use." Reed closed his eyes and fished out a small delicate glass bottle. He held out his hand and waited for Jason. Get it yourself.

Jason smiled. For some reason, he felt that his actions were a little cute. The glass vial was only half the size of his palm, and there was a white piece of paper on it, with "Cure 1.0" written in a dark blue pen.

"Does it taste good?" Jason asked before taking out the cork and drinking it into his mouth.

"It's too bad, don't you want to drink it?" Reed pulled himself out of the sofa cushion, and finally opened his eyes to look at him.

"...I like sweeter ones." Jason said his thoughts out of nowhere. After he finished speaking, he felt that this was strange, so he raised his head and downed the medicine in one breath.The taste is not as wonderful as he imagined, it feels a bit cool, like drinking mint water, it is faint and tasteless.

"The next version is sweet, I'll put some sugar for you." Reed said, "Hey, why don't you blow your hair?"

Jason reached out and stroked the broken hair on his forehead to the back, revealing a smooth forehead. A few drops of unwiped water slowly slid from the corner of his forehead to his chin, and then dripped on the wide T-shirt. He said indifferently, "It will be done in a while."

He had already untied the bandage on his left hand, and did not replace it with a new one. It was really unnecessary. Those wounds did not feel wet when they were exposed to water. They would neither bleed nor scab, just as if special effects were added. After a day of getting along with each other, Jason has gotten used to it.

Jason pointed to the beer and asked Reed, "Drink?"

"You drink it, it won't interfere with the medicine," Reed said, "and I don't drink much—"

"Forget it, it's okay to drink a little." Just as Reed was going to get it, Jason had already handed him the bottle that had just been opened.

The beer was cold, and it was cold from the inside out, but Jason's fingers were warm, and they touched him briefly for half a second.

"...Thank you." He suddenly heard his disappointing heart beat faster.

He is not a person who is easily emotional. His last love affair was still at the age of 17 when he was young. The boy was engaged to the daughter of another family, so Reed's short three-month first love came to an end.After that, he knew the state of his body, and he was even more reluctant to talk about love. He didn't want to delay others from leaving their feelings in his dying body.

But Jason Todd is very attractive.Reid can be sure that he has an unruly and wild sexiness in his whole body. He should be approached by many people when he walks on the street.

If the housekeeping cannot continue, it may be that the host is afraid that his wife will be distracted.

Reed began to think wildly.

"Is there something on my face?" Jason asked him seeing him looking straight at him.

"No, nothing." Reed took a sip of beer in a covert manner. He hadn't drank this stuff for several years. He wrinkled his face from the spicy taste, lowered his head and coughed.

Jason seemed to have discovered something interesting, "You don't know how to drink?"

"I will, it's just that I haven't drank for a long time." Reed argued, squinting his eyes and taking the beer away to read the small print on it.

"Ten percent alcohol...it shouldn't be..." Reid muttered softly, his ears were red, and he took another sip in disbelief, like the feeling of soda in his mouth Bubbling on the tip of his tongue, Reed swallowed it slowly, this time without being choked, he raised the corner of his mouth and raised his beer, "Cheers!"

At this time, Jason didn't realize what he was going to face in a while, so he just touched Reed with the beer glass in his hand and said, "Cheers."

Reed really can't drink.

Jason was sure, because he was drunk after half a can of beer.

The tall and handsome man sighed, and took out the beer that Reid was holding in Xu Xu's hand, preventing it from pouring down on his clothes.Reed half closed his eyes, his eyes were hazy and confused, and his ears were burning red.

Stupid, if you don't know how to drink, just say it.Jason thought, but he couldn't just leave his cohabitant here for one night.

"Can I go? I'll take you back to your room." Jason squatted in front of Reed and shook his hand.

The magician's beautiful eyes followed the trajectory of the waving hand with a little delay, and did not answer.

Jason originally wanted to help him walk, but judging by his state, he probably couldn't walk.Jason bent down and picked him up from the sofa, and Reed consciously adjusted a comfortable posture.

Most people's body temperature rises when they are drunk, but Reed's body is still cool, only the ears attached to the side of Jason's neck are a little warm.

Reed's room was very clean, perhaps because it had just been tidied up. The desk was still covered with a dust-proof cloth, which was a bit impersonal and cold. Even the sheets and quilts were light-colored.

Jason put the man on the bed and covered him with a quilt.He has never been so gentle to people before. His former teammates are rougher than him, the waif picked up by the Wayne family, and they are easy to get along with. They just sleep on the table when they are drunk, and they are still alive and kicking the next day. .

But Reid was different.

He is like the kind of young master who came out of a British movie, and his gestures and gestures have a dignity that ordinary people can't imitate. At a glance, he feels that he should live in the luxury of gold and jade.

Jason looked down at Reed, his temperament was more like the old photos he saw in Wayne's house before, like... Bruce Wayne in his youth.

He really had the mentality of getting Reed drunk, just a little drunk, which would make people sleep more soundly, and he could take the opportunity to deal with the traces he left in the basement of this house.But he didn't expect that he had overestimated Reed's drinking capacity.

There are really still people who pour a cup these days?

When he got up to leave, he was still thinking about how to hide the things in the basement.Then the little drunk behind him grabbed his hand.

Jason turned half a circle on the spot, then sat back on the bed helplessly, "What's wrong?"

The hair that was tied up in the afternoon is now scattered, and the black hair is spread out in a mess, and it is extraordinarily fair against the face. His eyes are full of water, as if he has been wronged, as if tears will fall in the blink of an eye.

"Hungry..." Reed whispered.He can usually restrain his appetite very well, but now he is drunk, his mind is in a mess, the world is spinning, and he can say whatever he wants.

Oh, it's a vampire after all, understandable.Jason stretched out his arm understandingly, "Suck it."

After the words fell, his arm sank, and Jason felt himself being pulled down by a great force.

"Wait—" How strong is this young master? !

Before he could react, Reed had already put his hands around his neck, buried his head on the side of his neck, and rubbed his dry lips against it.

Terrible.

Jason is now half kneeling on the edge of the bed with one leg, and propped up on the bed with both hands, just wrapping Reed under his body.

Terrible.

He felt Reed open his mouth and bite down gently, the sharp fangs of the vampire slowly sank into the skin, he didn't feel pain, just a little itchy, another person's breath patted on his skin, the moment The senses are infinitely elongated, ambiguous like the love between lovers.

He returned from hell, and the complex past and old hatred propped up this body. Only then did he have the real feeling of being in the world for the first time.

It was once again entangled by the world of the world.