A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Jason has been particularly fond of kissing lately.

They had already returned to Gotham from London when they realized it.

This winter is extremely long, and there are slender ice cones falling under the drop beasts at the corner of the house, and there will be whining sounds when the cold wind blows through large and small gaps.Gotham's vigilantes no longer like to stand on high stone statues to observe the ground as they used to, and the unrelieved ice occasionally makes their feet slippery.It seems that there is no difference from previous years. Batman is still pushed into the top ten of the favorite superhero list by Gotham citizens who love and hate him (he is also in the top ten of the most hated list!) , Robin maintained his usual style, still ridiculing the criminals, and recently even added a little superman partner, the two seemed to be talking about a two-person talk show, their subordinates beat people mercilessly, and they were still complaining to each other.

If anything, it's been a little bit -- Gotham's crime rate has dropped.Although compared to other cities, the crime rate in Gotham is still high, but judging by the vigilantes who patrol Gotham every day, the criminals in Gotham have really restrained a lot Those who love to engage in large-scale crimes at every turn seem to have entered a period of lethargy, and they can't come out of Arkham.

On the first day he came back from London, Jason had to go into battle himself, to rectify the group of less well-behaved guys under his command.When the upper-level meeting started, Jason was sitting in his seat wearing his own red hood, and the shareholders below were wearing black suits one by two with cigars between their fingers. Into the sauna.

Jason under the mask frowned irritably, listening to them chattering about where the commission was reduced, where the income was restricted, why should they not be allowed to sell drugs, and complained about those seven people set up by the red hood. According to the regulations of [-], he was accused of trying to clean up his business.But the person who was reprimanded went in one ear and out the other. What he was thinking about was how long it would take for the smell of cigarettes to dissipate from his body, and would the two cats at home still approach him?

Nicotine can affect wound healing, cause cardiovascular disease, vasoconstriction, mental changes... all kinds of things, in short, after Zatanna performed the heart surgery on Reed, Jason was in Google searched a bunch of precautions. Although the female magician told him that the other party was a vampire, and most of them would be immune to such influences, Jason still decided to quit smoking.

No matter what, it's always right to live a few more years, Jason thought in his heart.He used to have no desire to live, and even foresees early that he might die for his ideal one day, anyway, it will not be too far in the future, but recently there has been a slight change, for example: live more several years.

After Jason thought for a while and came back to his senses, several famous gangsters on the table were still blushing. Jason glanced at the time and felt that it was almost time to go home for dinner.

"The 15.00% profit is not enough for you to spend. How many wives have you raised?" The red hood suddenly said to the man who was closest to him, who scolded him the most, and spit would fly in front of him.

"Ah....No, I..." The other party was a little speechless in the silence around him. After all, in front of so many people, no one Thick-skinned enough to tell how many lovers he has kept, "I and my subordinates also need to spend money."

Jason sneered: "Do you raise a football team? The annual salary is tens of millions?"

He stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and walked out under the eyes of everyone. The hand holding the gun casually put a light on the shoulder of the other party, both as if to comfort and as if to say goodbye Threat, Jason said lightly before going out, "Live a good life, don't think about what you have, or don't sit here."

Hey, it is said that daily necessities will drown life. He, Jason Todd, is only 22 years old, and he never thought that his temper would have been polished to such indifference to fame and fortune.

The car is newly bought, and it is an off-road vehicle.His subordinates had mentioned to him cryptically that they were all the leaders of the Gotham gang, at least when they came to the meeting, the car should be more stylish, don't ask for a longer Lincoln, and don't be compared to other people's luxury cars anyway, but Jason No matter, if it weren't for the cold weather, he could even drive a motorcycle.

However, on the way home, the air conditioner in the car was not turned on, and Jason had already lowered the car window halfway, thinking about dispersing his own smell, so that when he got home, his clothes were blown limp by the damp and cold air of.

"It's raining outside? Typhoon? Tornado? How did you make yourself like this?" Reed touched Jason's clothes strangely, and could still feel the wet and cold moisture on it. He stretched out his hands to cover him With his cheeks wrapped in fireworks, he grabbed Jason and dragged him back.

"Haha...it's a bit hot." Jason said awkwardly. The cat circled around his feet and ran away because it felt cold. After feeding for more than half a month, not only did he gain weight, but he also spoiled his temper a lot. He walks around arrogantly every day, occupying the position in Reed's arms for a long time, as if he has no legs .

"Go take a shower quickly, and we can eat after the soup is cooked." Reed told him, grabbing some pajamas from the back of the sofa and stuffing them into his arms.

"Wait a minute—" Jason yelled to stop before being pushed into the bathroom, and quickly lowered his head and kissed him under the magician's puzzled gaze.

He stole half a piece of chocolate during the afternoon council, so there was still a bit of bitter sweetness in his mouth.

"...What are you doing all of a sudden?" Reed blinked, and he didn't refuse or continue. Recently, he found that Jason really likes close contact. "Are you a kissing maniac?"

"Then you are a hand-holding maniac." Jason said with the corners of his mouth raised, "I'm quitting smoking."

"Quit smoking?" What kind of smoking is this? Isn't the whole body almost soaked in the smell of smoke?

Jason didn't explain anything, he happily closed the door, hummed a song and started to take a shower.

At that time, Reid didn't pay much attention to his words, but it is true that there are more and more perfumes in the changing room at home. It seems that Jason will bring a new bottle back every day when he goes out, which always makes people think that he is not going out to fight. Instead, they went to the mall to scan the goods.

I was tidying up the room that day, and Reed's health was almost healed. There were not many magic circuits left that could be used. Now almost the whole army was wiped out, but the physique of the half-vampire was still there, and it was still no problem to beat ten people with bare hands. .Jason dragged himself from the living room into the guest room. Although there was a bed in that room, it was more useful as a studio for Reed. The vampire would hide in it and paint for an afternoon when he had nothing to do— —but don’t let him see what he is drawing.

Jason closed the door lightly, and the air in the room still smelled of dry paint and ink. The curtains were half drawn, casting long shadows on the wooden floor, and the drawing board was placed on the easel facing The window was covered with a white cloth.

It will take about 10 minutes before Reed finishes tidying the master bedroom.Jason swallowed nervously, and walked towards the easel.At the beginning, he just asked Reid casually, but the other party's information hiding work was really good, and it had already aroused Jason's strong curiosity.

I just took a look... It was a very large painting, which fit right in the middle of the living room. Jason stretched out his hand and raised a corner of the white cloth, and the afternoon light poured in along that spot.As more pictures were revealed, Jason's eyes widened, and the white cloth fell to the ground because he let go of his hand. The fine dust particles floated in the air, and the sunlight added to the picture. Warm shade.

It's a family portrait.

It was a family portrait not much different from the one hanging in Wayne Manor.

The only difference is - Jason is also on it.

Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Damian and.....him.

The brushstrokes of the oil painting are delicate and hazy, and the curvature of the smile is like the boy in his distant memory.

After holding his breath for about half a minute, he suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to grab the white cloth on the floor, grabbed it three times before he grabbed it, and because he was too flustered when he got up, he accidentally knocked off the sketchbook on the shelf behind him, loose-leaf Ben was knocked to the ground and spread out on a certain page, with charcoal pencils simply sketching figures one by one.Jason picked it up, flipped through a few pages, and suddenly remembered that Reed drew it for him when he was staying at home a few days after the clown incident.

They said they were painting him, but they were right, it was all about him.

Every time he turned a page, Jason's ears turned a little red. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He closed the sketchbook and put it back on the shelf. He walked out of the room with a mop in his hand. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he should smoke a cigarette and calm down now. one time.

When I poked my head out, I found that Reed was still in the master bedroom next door.

The few packs of cigarettes I bought years ago had been left in the drawer for a long time and hadn't been touched for a long time, and now they were all limp. When Reed was cleaning the room, he turned it out and looked at it, twisted it with his fingers, and pulled it out. One, and throw the rest in the trash.

He stood on the balcony and lowered his head to light the cigarette. Before he had time to take a puff, someone approached behind him and snatched the slender cigarette between his fingers.

"Stop smoking, you don't have a cigarette addiction, smoking is so bad." Jason snuffed out the cigarette butt on the sink, threw it away, and then opened the window further.

"...and want to smoke one every once in a while," Reed said.

"This is confiscated too." Jason also took the lighter from his other hand, "You have to quit smoking too."

"How to quit... Hey, why are your eyes red?" Reed looked at him and asked strangely.

"It's nothing... just got sand in my eyes," Jason whispered.

"Oh—did you see my drawing?" Reed laughed.

"No, it's not—well... I looked, just one look, five seconds...ten seconds."

"It's okay, the painting is finished, and it was meant to be shown to you." Reid narrowed his eyes with a smile, like a fox with malicious intentions, "It's an order from Mr. Wayne."

"...Tch," Jason said dryly, turning his head to the side, "That old guy will be an afterthought."

"What's the matter, looking so unhappy?"

"No, I'm just..." With the same smell of body wash on my body, Jason hugged me and said in a low voice, "I feel unreal."

He tilted his head and kissed Reed's lips again.

"Why do you like kissing so much lately?" Reid asked him, grabbing his clothes.

"I'm quitting smoking," Jason said with half-closed eyes, "Didn't you ask me how to quit smoking?"

"When you want to smoke, just kiss."