[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Jason Todd, a man who came back from the dead, the former second-generation Robin, can barely be regarded as a half-named apprentice of the League of Assassins, a ruthless person who traveled around the world to find criminal masters to learn their skills and killed them all ...If you insist on saying it, you can still find some different titles, but this is such a person, and now he is squatting on the ground wiping tears.

Jason was so ashamed that if there was a crack in the ground in front of him, he believed that he would definitely slip into it without hesitation.

The murderer who killed him was tied up behind him, and the witnesses who witnessed his death stood in front of him with a serious expression, and he returned to Gotham to take revenge after he came back from the dead, and the successor who took the first shot was at his side Handing him a tissue, his elder brother—just in name—the golden boy who everyone loves crouched beside him, crying as if he was sadder than him.

Even his brother's current boyfriend, one of the only two friends Jason had had since arriving in Gotham, was staring at them with a complicated face at the moment.

And when will these damn tears stop!

Jason was convinced that his left leg was numb from squatting for a long time, and he couldn't stand up. A mysterious force 'squeezed' his tear ducts. The mixture of sadness, anger and grievance made Jason's heart skip a beat. A throbbing pain, it's worse than being thrown into the Lazarus Fountain-the point is that this is really embarrassing!

Randall couldn't bear it. It was indeed his mistake. Just now, he was highly concentrated and focused on the clown and how to deal with the poisonous gas. He didn't think about how to deal with Jason. As for confiscating it for a while, it made Jason cry for a long time in vain—I hope his eyes won't swell up tomorrow.

If I borrow him the detumescence device, will he forgive me a little?Randall thought guiltily.

"I can..." Sharing a little bit of your happiness might offset your sadness.

Randall originally wanted to say this to Jason, but as soon as he raised his hand, Jason looked over vigilantly, his green eyes soaked in tears, Jason sniffed his nose, his voice was husky, with A thick hoarse full of tiredness: "You'd better not do anything now...Really, I beg you."

"Oh..." Randall retracted his hand hanging in the air in embarrassment, and landed on Dick's shoulder, rubbing it lightly.

Dick looked up at Randall pitifully, the tip of his nose was red, as if he had been bullied, he stretched out his hand to grab Randall, buried his head and neck on his boyfriend's stomach, and said sullenly: "What did you do before?" You know, right? Why didn't you tell me."

"Actually..." Randall's hand fell on Dick's hair, feeling the somewhat tangled short black hair. He comforted him a few times, and explained slowly, "I only found out about this in the morning."

This is true, he only found out Jason's real identity from the police station's computer this morning, and he has been wondering if he may have identified the wrong person.

"Anyway, Little Wing, come home with us..."

After a while, Dick raised his head, grasped Jason's hand habitually, and said to him gently, "OK?"

"Stay away from me," Jason said viciously, but because his eyes were still teary, he looked a little less vicious, he shook his hand, and backed away, "...I have nothing to do with you relation!"

Bruce, who had been silent all this time, said at this moment, "Jason, let's go back and talk."

There wasn't much compromise in his tone, it was still so blunt and plain, as if the resurrection of a son wouldn't cause him much ups and downs.

But Randall sensed Batman's fluctuations beneath his smooth emotions.He was also at a loss, the joy of regaining what was lost and the deep doubt took root in his heart together.

Bruce's rationality is clamoring that all this is wrong, obviously he was the one who held Jason three years ago and watched the boy's life go by, and he was the one who buried Jason with his own hands, the dead...how can the dead come back to life?

But his sensibility desperately seemed to break free from the solid cage of reason, shouting loudly in his mind: This is Jason!This is his child!It was his lost family!

"What do you want to talk about? What do we have to talk about?" Jason gritted his teeth and stared at Bruce, staring at the body under the hard black armor, "What does hell look like? Resurrected from the dead Taste? Or do you want to know if I'm a clone made somewhere?"

Bruce calmly accepted the condemnation in Jason's eyes, and he accepted the flames of hatred that almost sputtered from Jason's green eyes.

Jason's jaw was a little red and swollen. It was the mark that the clown was knocked back to avoid the bullet just now. He paused and said, "You shouldn't have shot him."

Jason had an expression of "I knew it was like this" on his face, his eyes were flushed, like a ferocious trapped animal, his unwilling cry turned into a painful growl: "I'm just Do what you should have done three years ago!"

"I'm dead, it's okay, I admit it too," Jason wiped away his tears indiscriminately, his aura was greatly reduced by the accident, "but three years have passed...why do you still watch him doing evil here? You just watched him continue to kill so many innocent people?"

"That's a demon, and the demon should go back to hell!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red again, Tim sighed, and took out a tissue again and handed it to Jason.

This made Tim wonder if he should pursue Jason, hurt himself so that he lay at home for a week, and was almost overwhelmed by the university's competition work and the Wayne Group's documents.

"I agree." Randall said suddenly, rubbing the dust on his cheeks embarrassedly under the gaze of the four pairs of eyes, "I mean, didn't Gotham abolish the death penalty? If it can be abolished, it should also Can it be recovered?"

He pointed his finger at the chaos outside, "Things have come to this point, even if you don't want to change anything, the voice of public opinion will definitely become louder and louder, besides, isn't the mastermind of the incident here? The clown and Among the new mutants summoned by the Scarecrow, there are many people with unusual identities."

"I know that you superheroes are all noble guys," Randall shrugged, "but I'm not, I think these are all bargaining chips that can be traded, in politics, business, entertainment...there's something here There are absolutely no fewer people who will ask you for something, why not try to seize this opportunity and try to restore the death penalty?"

"..." Bruce felt for a moment that there was nothing wrong with what Randall said.

He had seen the power of politics and public opinion a long time ago, but he seldom used them. Even when he was Playboy Bruce, he only attended some celebrity banquets or held some charity evenings, and it was nothing more than making friends with those political rookies. It's perfunctory like a routine, after all, the last guy who tried to save Gotham in politics is now thrown in jail and turned into a schizophrenic lunatic.

"Nothing could be more catastrophic than it is now. Justice is inherently unfair, but we can work hard to make it fairer." Randall said, "Instead of continuing to address so many people like him in the future - such righteous indignation The 'anti-heroes' who are trying to stop killing with killing, it is better to return the decision-making power to the judiciary... You know, even if there is no death penalty in Gotham, the death rate is ridiculously high."

"Landa... this may not be successful in practice." Dick said hesitantly.

Randall raised his eyebrows, "It's not difficult, don't forget about Dr. Truman's manuscript, there will definitely be a way to develop a drug that can turn those mutants back--Speaking of this, I remembered, there is one more thing we have yet to do solve."

"what?"

"Hydra." Randall said, "Hydra is definitely involved behind this, we have to ask those two guys... I'll talk about it later, don't stay here, evacuate first, you can't pass How long will the army and the police come up, hey, stop crying, get up and go."

Randall whispered to Dick, "You take the clown and the scarecrow away first, and I will come with Jason."

Jason looked like he didn't want to talk to them and didn't want to talk to them. Dick still hesitated and was pushed away by Randall.

"Why don't you seem to believe what I say?"

Randall squatted down in front of Jason, "I'm sorry, it was my mistake just now, I forfeited my strength... But that's not because I was worried that you were really passionate and shot the clown down."

He pursed his lips, his pretty face wrinkled into a strange expression, Randall lowered his voice a bit, "Otherwise it would be you and the scarecrow who were carried away, the big bat seemed to be about to imprison you too Arkham Asylum."

Jason was finally willing to look him in the eye, reluctantly stopped pursuing what happened just now, and cleared his throat: "What you said is at best just an idea, even if it really comes true, the clown killed so many people, so many children, Do you think the death penalty is enough?"

"Otherwise?" Randall sighed, lowered his head and tried to pull down his skirt, "Is it meaningful to torture him so much that his life is worse than death?"

Jason didn't speak, but tightened his fingers on one side.

"Who do you represent? Are you yourself or all those who died?" Randall whispered, he raised his eyes to look at Jason, his bright blue eyes slightly curved, and his tone softened, "But Emotionally, I also think shooting is a bit light, otherwise - I am also a policeman, I secretly put you in and beat him up the day before the execution... I said in advance that I can't hit my face, the day of the execution of the clown will definitely be broadcast live nationwide Yes, your appearance should be better, otherwise you will be made a fuss by human rights organizations... As for the rest, you just need to control it within the range of not being beaten to death—what do you think of this suggestion?"

"..."

Jason was speechless for a few seconds. Although he cried for a long time and his eyes were swollen, sore and dry, he still looked at Randall again, and refreshed his impression of this raving guy in his heart, "...you Sooner or later he will be dismissed."

"That will also be after your wish is fulfilled." Randall waved his hands indifferently, stood up and patted his long skirt, "So now, we have a temporary truce?"

He reached out to pull Jason up from the ground.

Jason stared at his hands for a few seconds, then turned his head and struggled to get up from the ground, and took a few steps back, "A truce is fine, but you have to stay away from me."

The mutant snorted, "You're good at holding grudges."

The mission of the X-Men has not been fully completed yet, and they rushed over halfway across the world because of the sudden incident, and it just so happens that the targets of the attack are all mutants.

After solving the most important gas bomb, Qin and the others also found one or two acquired mutants to observe the specific differences between them. Now that the Phoenix Force has disappeared, Qin can only feel the subtle differences between them, but Can't do anything about it.

The red-haired female mutant shook her head lightly, brushing her fingers over the unconscious man's forehead, a red light flashed in it, "Sorry, Landa, I can't save them just yet... It will take For a while, I have to study and study."

"It's okay," Randall didn't hold out much hope at first. If there is no accident, the ability to turn them into mutants is full of the power of "god". "Are you leaving now? I still want to Invite you to dinner."

"Please wait until the task is over," Qin gently rubbed Randall's hair, "Your makeup skills are really getting better and better. I even taught you how to apply eyeliner before."

"Landa, remember to invite me to dinner next time!" Pietro ran in from the outside, and he should have surrounded Dick just now, with an indescribable expression: "But your boyfriend... well, if he is bullied by them, he will marry me Said, I will come back wherever I am.”

"Okay," Randall smiled and shook his hand at them, "Call me after the mission is over."

He stood still and watched the fighter jet launch again and fly into the distance, piercing through the clouds and fog in the air of the city, leaving a long trail.

Randall was stunned for a few seconds. From a high position, he saw that the police and army below were about to take action. As he turned and walked down, he took out his mobile phone and called Lula.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and the notification tone was connected directly, telling him that the caller was temporarily out of the service area.

Randall's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared at this moment. The cold night wind came in through the broken glass window, and the thin and somewhat wet long dress stuck to his skin, making him shudder. a shudder.

Holding the phone, his face sank, he dialed the number to the front desk of the hotel and asked if Lula had gone out. The lady who had just returned from the underground air-raid shelter pressed the mouse to watch the surveillance, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Sir, the surveillance It appears she was out with a lady at [-]pm."

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