The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

"You're noisy, Bruce." Jason rolled his eyes, obviously not wanting to continue the topic as he sat on the sofa.

Bruce, who clearly felt that Jason was being duplicity and didn't want to talk about it, touched his chin confidently. He was sure that if Jason said so.

He stood up slowly, and rubbed against Jason, "It seems that I guessed wrong."

"It turns out that there is no such thing as a horoscope." He said regretfully, "It's better to let Dick take the necklace, at least he can give it to his teammates."

Jason looked up in shock, "How do you know...Damn it, I know." What things in Gotham can escape Batman's eyes.

Fortunately, the matter was also known, so Jason simply put it badly, as if it would be nothing if he gave it away.

"Okay." Bruce raised his hand to signal his surrender, and he took the initiative to hug Jason, "Tell me about her, son, let me hear what kind of person can take me away from you."

"I don't know, Bruce." Jason said, he pressed the remote control, and the audio-visual room became dark. Only when the screen was lit up, could he barely see the other person's expression clearly.Bruce did not stop Jason's behavior. On the contrary, he respected Jason's behavior. He understood that sometimes those who confide in their hearts may not want others to see their expressions, just like him.

"I didn't think about these things—I didn't think about it about her." Jason narrated slowly, "Even Molly and even Lena, I just think of them as friends, you know Lena, The girl with the gang connection, she gave me the intel and I beat the guys, we worked together but it seemed like that was the end of it."

"But she seemed different. She was different from everyone else from the beginning. I think she made me weird. It was weird. I went to the jewelry store with Pietro and was laughed at by him."

"What's different." Bruce teased with a shy shoulder, "An alien like Xinghuo?"

No, how can I tell you, is she dead or a grim reaper working in Gotham.Jason was silent. Is he trying to tell Bruce about Anyang's identity?Will Bruce believe that such a person really exists, or is he still thinking that he has reached the point of fantasy.

In the end, Jason concealed Anyang's identity and simply described Anyang's appearance and name.

"Anyang?" Bruce read the name in Chinese, "Sounds like a quiet and sunny girl."

"...." Was Wen Jing used to describe Anyang?Jason got stuck for a moment, and nodded against his will.

"So, did you tell her?" Bruce asked, "Show that."

Jason shook his head, "No, I'm not sure what's going to happen between us, Bruce, I just know I don't want to stand up and ruin our relationship."

"You're scared, Jason, but you're also conflicted," Bruce points out. "You're not just friends but you're stuck in the friend phase because you want to keep your relationship, even if you're just friends now. The other party, so you have to admit that you have more feelings for her than friends."

Jason froze for a moment, then nodded to Bruce and admitted, "You're right." He looked at Bruce for help, "What should I do?"

Is it because you are unwilling, or because your heart is broken, or...whatever you want comes true.

"What is she to you? Does she know what you're doing?" Bruce asked back, "And you, are you willing to tell her who you are? Entrust her with all your secrets?"

"I'm not forcing you to choose, son. You have to know that our burden is much more than that. Both short-term happiness and long-term companionship are in your mind."

Jason remembered that hug, in the backyard of the theater, he had just escaped death from the clown, the sore pain in his throat, the sound of his heart beating like a drum in silence, he forced himself to calm down, but his mind kept flashing The Joker's face and Batman's angry voice, these things are constantly alternating in his mind.

Jason could feel the gastric juice churning in his stomach, and he almost vomited.

Until she came, obviously she was behind him, obviously she didn't walk, but he just knew she was coming.

The violent heartbeat and restless emotions were miraculously relieved at this moment, his mind was blank, just like she held his hand on that diving platform, his eyes were only on the person in front of him.

He looked at Bruce and said seriously, "She treats me like Silvo treats you." Just this sentence says it all.

Hearing this long-lost name, Bruce couldn't help being stunned. The silver hair of the woman in his memory seemed to slip across his cheek once again.

Bruce, the woman said, I don't know what shape love is, but I know you are by my side and you are everywhere.

He couldn't help but hugged Jason sideways, he had already lost too many people in Gotham.

The two embraced for a moment in the darkness.

Bruce patted Jason on the back, he turned on the light and walked towards the door, before opening the door, he turned his head and pointed at Jason with raised eyebrows, "You know what? Jason, the red Bugatti in the garage It's full of oil."

After all, he opened the door and walked out.

His voice was still faintly heard in the corridor.

"Remember to let her drive, and if she agrees, be sure to ask if she has a cat!"

"Do you have to be so hard on cats these days?" Jason smiled and shook his head. Bruce knew better than him whether it was hard on cats or catwoman.

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In the Batcave, Bruce picked up the photo on the shelf. He rubbed the woman's face in the photo, but he didn't call out the woman's name in the end.

Putting down the photo, he walked to the bat computer and called Lucius.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne." Lucius' gentle voice sounded from the other side.

"If you want to ask about Nil Zucco, my answer here is that he looks fine. The medical research team under the Wayne Group has scanned his whole body many times, except for what the doctor said. There is no doubt that Nil Zuko is a normal person, and this kind of amnesia did not cause him to lose the ability to live and think. I suggest that you still seek help from Mr. Superman."

"Thanks, Lucius, what's the situation with Hannibal Lecter?"

"Okay, Master Wayne, Mr. Lecter left Gotham and returned to New York within two days of providing Miss Huffman's funeral expenses."

"In such a hurry." Bruce mused. "How did he feel about it, and how did he explain that Nil Zucco was at his clinic?"

"According to what Mr. Lecter said, he had been wearing a mask to show people the night he saw the accident. He also thought about calling the police, but considering that this is Gotham, he still did psychological work for Nil Zuko. Therapy—about how to face your own disfigurement and that sort of thing.”

"Keep watching him, Lucius," Bruce said. "Can you also track me down a jewelry store backed by the Wayne Group in Burnley? They sold a pair of jewelry about three months ago." Necklace of pink diamonds."

"Let me take a look." Lucius paused, "Did Jason buy this necklace?"

"Thanks, Lucius." Bruce ignored the teasing in the other party's words, and he hung up the phone hastily.

Not long after he hung up the phone, he received an email from New York on his phone.

"The matter of the mysterious symbols has progressed. Get ready, Thor will bring Bambi to Earth."

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At night, I stood awkwardly in front of the gate of Wayne Manor. After talking with Corey for another week, I finally made up my mind and sent a text message to Jason to resolve the matter.

Letting out a long breath, I touched the necklace around my neck again, and walked into the room with the thought of stretching my head and shrinking my head.

I didn't expect him to wait for me at the position where I pushed the door, which made me even more embarrassed, rubbed my hands and raised the corners of my lips to him, "Good evening."

"Come in, there's no one at home." He turned and walked into the house and explained to me, "Bruce went to New York, Alfred went to England and now it's just me."

I was sitting on the sofa under his leadership. It was obviously not the first time I came to Wayne's mansion, but I could feel that my toes were digging out a new manor for their family.

"Apple juice, the one you like." He handed the glass in front of me and sat opposite me, he chuckled lightly, "Why are you nervous?" I must be nervous, he said in his heart.

I picked up the cup and drank it down, and said firmly, "I'm not nervous!" I pushed the empty cup in front of him, "I still want to drink!"

There was still silence between us until I almost drank the juice.

"Jason/Ann." I accidentally said both at the same time.

"You go first," Jason said.

I nodded silently and felt that this time was still here. I gently untied the necklace around my neck and put it on the table and pushed towards him.

Seeing my actions, he was stunned for a second, paused, and said, "What do you mean?"

I could hear the words gnashing my teeth, seeing his eyes full of blue flames recede a little, but I still had the courage to speak out.

"I think this should be returned to you, Jason." I licked my lips and bit my lips with my teeth, trying to use the pain to wake me up, "I should apologize, Jason, for all the things I did, I screwed up Yeah, I gave you the wrong message, we're overreached."

"What message did you give me," he interrupted, "or are you saying you regret knowing me."

"No, I didn't say I'd regret getting to know you, I enjoyed all the time we spent every day I knew you." I retorted, pushing the necklace in his direction, "But you're young, Jason, You have more options." His was so alive, the world was waiting for him, life opened up to him.And me, my body has long been rotting under the soil and the bones are sealed in a jar, and my soul is stored in darkness.

We are different.

"I mean we can be friends."

I lowered my eyes and didn’t dare to look at him. I’ve thought a lot this week, whether it’s one-way or two-way. Children make decisions they regret.

"We can only be friends!"

"Can I understand that you are forcing yourself to escape?" His answer was beyond my expectation. "I can tell you honestly, Ann, I have different feelings for you. If you think age is an issue, I can wait." , waiting is my forte."

"You are my best choice, Ann. I will never regret my choice. At the same time, time will prove me, and you will never be wrong in choosing me." He walked up to me and held out his hand to me.

"If you feel the same way I do, hold my hand."

"Hold my hand, and we're halfway there. Hold my hand, and I'll take you to the place that only belongs to us."

The cold moonlight shone through the foggy clouds of Gotham, passed through the huge glass windows of Wayne Manor, and shone on us and on him.

Under the moonlight, his blue pupils reflected my figure like the ocean at midnight, and the sound of my heartbeat was like a boiling tide. I could hear the sound echoing in my ears when I closed my eyes. My thoughts had never so clear.

I reached back and took his hand.

"You're my best choice, Jason."

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The author has something to say:

Don't tell me if you see through, the relationship will be confirmed after adulthood!Families, age-restricted families!I'm not happy to write!

Silvo St. Cloud is a character in the original DC comics. One of the master's early lovers knew the identity of the master. The master was very serious about her and was ready to quit for her, but she died anyway. This is just a formality.

Hold my hand is half the battle from the original words of Titan Zhongjie.Hold my hand and I will take you to the place that only belongs to us.Also from Titan.But I made a revision, the original sentence is that there is always a place that belongs to us.