When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Jason had wanted to decline Nightwing's gracious invitation.

But Nightwing just puts the comm next to his ear.

"I prepared dessert for Master Jason, who I haven't seen for a long time. I believe you won't have the heart to dash an old man's ardent hope to see his child whom he hasn't seen for a long time?"

Alfred's voice.

Who can say no to Alfred?

Who can refuse an Alfred whose voice is a little choked?

Jason relented.

Just one night.

Given the limited space in the Batmobile and the fact that there was a little girl with such a long tail, Nightwing rode Jason's bike.

Jason accompanied Val, who hadn't transformed back, and sat in the back seat of the Batmobile with Red Robin.

Ye Yi, who was the most active, left, and the inside of the car became extremely quiet and embarrassing.

The car stopped, and Batman got out, dragged the tightly strapped Joker out of the back seat and threw him at the door.

The back seat was occupied by Jason and Val, and the back seat of the Batmobile was not too spacious.The acid liquid is very weak in volatility, and she was tightly wrapped in the cloak, and the cloak was sticky to her body. To be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable.

The little girl pursed her mouth, looked out from between the backrests of the two seats in the front row, and stretched her head out.

... and stretched out again after a while.

There is no wind, sad.

A security guard was secretly watching the car.

The scales on Weier's face are not low-key in terms of color or slightly luminous texture.

Seeing her, the security guard froze for a moment, and pressed down the brim of his hat indiscriminately.

He didn't hide in time, before his face was completely buried in the shadows, Weier saw a little bit of green.

Green eyes like hers.

Val thought.

Jason is very sensitive to eyes, and he noticed it almost immediately. He stood sideways in front of the little girl and looked back warningly.

The rest of the drive is not long.

When Jason hugged Will and got out of the car, Alfred was neatly dressed and quietly guarding the Batcave as always.

"Master Jason," Alfred said.

In order not to let Val become the sandwich between two biscuits, Jason gave up the plan to give the old man a long-lost reunion hug.

Fortunately, Alfred is not the type of person who likes physical contact too much, he just dabs the wet corners of his eyes with a tissue.

"Long time no see, Master Jason, welcome home."

Unexpectedly, he did not refute that "home".

"I miss you, Alfred."

Jason whispered.

"Me too, young master, I hope you can stay here for a few more days."

Then his gaze shifted to this little girl with a sense of maximal presence, and his expression flicked over the scales that obviously shouldn't appear on human beings.

"Excuse me, who is this lady?"

Just as Jason was about to speak, he glanced at the little girl, only to find that she was unexpectedly wary of Alfred.

The specific manifestation is that her ear fins brushed the ground and opened up defensively.

There was a faint pain in his chest. Jason looked down, and the fins on the little girl's elbows also spread out, piercing the cloak and poking at his chest through the clothes.

As soon as the fin moved, it pierced the clothes that were separated.

Tingling.

"Val, calm down."

She almost bared her teeth.

Jason, who suddenly thought of this, stretched out his hand to lick her lips and looked at her teeth just in case.

Fortunately, it's not a shark tooth, but the tip of the tooth is slightly sharper than human teeth.

Like a mouthful of puppy teeth that haven't yet grown in.

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce.

"Master Jason, do you need me to help you deal with it?"

Alfred raised his arm, motioning to his chest.

The little girl subconsciously stuck to Jason's body, but looked in the direction Alfred pointed.

Her fin hurt Jason.

Bruce on one side also came down, took off his hood, and stroked his wet hair.

After returning to his lair, his tone relaxed slightly.

"Jason, go follow Alfred to treat the wound, Tim, and bring Val to..."

Val looked over with vigilant eyes.

Bruce paused.

He just got off the Batmobile on the other side just now, and he didn't see the scene of Val blowing his hair.

At this time, I just feel a little unsure why melancholy.

You must know that the little girl looked at him with friendly eyes before, and it could even be said to be close.

Once back in the Batcave, the treatment suddenly deteriorated.

At the critical moment, Alfred, who sees everything clearly, presides over the overall situation.

"With all due respect, master, your injury is more serious, I will help you deal with it first; I will wrong Master Jason to use the hemostatic spray and alcohol first, and put the lady in..."

Alfred looked at her tail where the section of her cape was exposed.

"...Is the bathtub in your room okay?"

Seeing Jason looking over, Alfred replied calmly: "I have been cleaning your room."

The little girl who was called gathered her elbow fins and covered them with a black cloak to prevent poking him again.

She glanced at Jason in bewilderment and panic.

Jason discovered that she hadn't said a single word since she came to the Batcave.

Seeing that she was afraid of Alfred, he carried her upstairs.

"What's wrong? Speak up. You don't like it here?"

The little girl nodded simply.

When Alfred's figure had completely disappeared from sight, the little girl spoke sullenly.

"Is this the White House?"

"White room?"

unfamiliar words.

His intuition told him that this involved the little girl's past.

Including scars, potions, and the siren-like appearance of this myth.

"The iron box, and the smell."

Cautiously, she pressed her fins that were about to explode again.

"That man, Alfred. He smells of White House."

odor?

What would Alfred smell like?

Jason remembered.

Disinfectants and alcohol.It was a must-have for Alfred, in order to cope with them who came back with injuries all over their bodies.

He's used to the smell, so it's not surprising.

But he didn't know Will's reaction to this.

When he arrived at his room, he pushed open the door, and all the large objects were quietly arranged in various places according to the appearance in his memory.

Regarding this room in Wayne Mansion, he imagined countless possibilities: it was occupied by another person; it was used as a utility room; or it was emptied of furniture and vacant.He also felt a little regretful about the first editions he had on the bookshelves in this room, but anyway, keeping them as they were was the least likely possibility in his mind.

He also imagined how he would feel if it was possible for him to return to this place, this room again.

Most of the original ideas were scrapped.

Really back here, he just felt at peace.

And the bath in his room was already filled with a pool of hot water.

As always, Alfred thoughtfulness.

He put the little girl inside, and the black cloak fell apart immediately. Val turned around in the pool quite nimbly, a head emerged from under the floating cloak, and stretched out its paws to rest on the edge of the bath.

The wound on Jason's hand was wet with water before finally hissing in pain.

The little girl watched worriedly and anxiously as he gritted his teeth and sanitized his right hand, and patted his tail anxiously on the bottom of the bath.

Like a little snow leopard biting its tail and circling anxiously.

Hearing the sound of splashing water, Jason gave her a comforting look.

"Tell me about the White House."

This is not only a distraction, but also what he really wants to understand.

"They gave me injections and I followed orders."

"I don't want to go back." She said sullenly, and looked at him carefully again.

"This is not a white house." Jason said simply.He searched for a long time but couldn't find the scissors, so he simply bit off the bandage with his teeth.

"This is where I used to live, Val. I can't say many good things, but at least it's safe here."

"You promise?" The little girl looked at him.

"I promise." Jason smiled.

Even with his assurances, the little girl still had nightmares at night.

Jason didn't know how to sleep in her current posture, it seemed a bit strange to let the fish sleep on the bed, so he tentatively let Weier sleep in the bathtub first.

She could actually lie down and fall asleep underwater.

After going to the bathroom next door to Ye Yi's, he wiped his hair with a towel and walked to his room, only to hear the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

He stepped into the bathroom, and the little girl scratched the edge of the bathtub with a look of shock.

Seeing him coming in, she looked at him eagerly.

Jason squatted down to be at eye level with her, and rubbed the mane of the little lion cub who was still a little out of his wits.

"Have a nightmare?"

The little girl hummed in a low voice.

"I saw the clown, Alice..."

The clown scared his children out of the psychological shadow.

Jason thought.

Who is Alice?

Jason thought again silently.

"...and the green eyes in the sea."

For some reason, she just thought she had seen those green eyes before.

The little girl buried the lower half of her face in the bathtub and spit bubbles.

Gollum.

A pair of green eyes looked at him aggrievedly.

Jason: "...don't act like a baby."

Teenagers!be strong!It's just a nightmare!

The green eyes blinked again.

Keep on grunting.

...well, it was the clown after all.

Jason thought.

It is reasonable to scare children.

What if I don't coax you and create a psychological shadow like him, what should I do?

"Bring you a wooden barrel and put it next to my bed. You can soak it in the barrel and I will sleep with you?"

Jason reluctantly compromised.

The little girl's eyes lit up!

"Jason is the best—best administrator in the world!"

She announced it freely and cheerfully.

Jason looked at her disapprovingly.

The little girl was puzzled for a second, then changed her words suddenly.

"Jason is the best--the best Jason in the world!"

I didn't call the administrator anymore, but I have a long memory.

Although this seems to be a bit wrong.

Forget it, take care of him.

It was four o'clock in the morning, and he still had a bucket of water to move.

No one will try to wake him out of bed tomorrow morning.

Jason thought as he skillfully put the towels on the rack.

After finishing the ride, I was stunned again.

These are all deep-rooted body memories.

Jason shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

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