Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

It took about ten minutes before Jason regained his thoughts.

Compared with anger and pain, he felt stunned and unbelievable—what the hell is Dick doing?Arkham Asylum?seriously?

He knew that Dick had always had weird brain circuits, full of emotions and self-righteousness, and a little crazy personality, but Arkham Asylum?

Dick must be crazy.

Why didn't the old bat stop him from going crazy?

It seems that at some point Dick did something to make the old bat put the matter related to the red hood to the back row of the to-do list, damn, I don't know who caught the old bat's attention at this moment, it can't be the penguin People... He just plucked Penguin's wool not long ago, and got a lot of money from him.

No way, in Gotham, only Penguin is barely a serious businessman, and he always has a lot of working capital in his hands.

Jason lay back on the single bed again, his back hurt throbbing, strongly showing him his sense of existence.

Anyway, no one can see him now, Jason grinned for a while and made a face, and then quieted down consciously bored.

He knew how people were treated in Arkham Asylum--the nurses and doctors would do everything in their power to avoid communicating with them when they could, while scrupulously adhering to the rules of the hospital. management regulations.

And the places outside the regulations are the paradise of some special "patients".

In short, in Arkham, the Red Hood is free.

Although this kind of freedom is more similar to the freedom on a desert island far away from human social civilization.

After the throbbing gradually turned into a dull pain that could be completely ignored, Jason relaxed his body and closed his eyes.

He needs to take a good rest, recharge his batteries, and face what is about to happen next.

"...Arkham Asylum is a very suitable place for convalescence." Dick knew that Batman had calmed down, and was listening to him carefully. Well thought out words.

"Although this mental hospital has been turned into a prison and prison by you, we all know that is not the case. Arkham assumes the responsibility of a nursing home-most of the patients are indeed safe and harmless mental patients. , there are very few like clowns."

Batman doesn't speak, but when he doesn't attack or retort, it's almost tantamount to approval.

So Dick breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jason will be safe in Arkham. He needs to reflect on what he has done."

"He can reflect under my supervision." Batman said in a low voice.

"No. I think your behavior has been disturbed by your feelings—don't look at me like that, Bat, I'm not ignorant of what's going on at home, though I'm rarely home."

"Before that incident, you weren't injured very often, and the most serious ones were muscle strains, but after Jason died, you came back from dinner with gunshot wounds."

"Alf told me you had a restless sleep. He'd never seen you so low—after you were eight, he thought there was nothing in the world that could knock you down."

Batman said, "I knew he couldn't keep a secret from you."

"You and Jason got on great, I understand," Dick continued, his voice low and sad, "during my time away... I'm sorry I hurt you Heart, I think I projected my conflict with you onto Jason. I'm sorry I did that to him - that's the biggest reason I sent him to Arkham."

"I don't know what to do with him."

"I don't think you know what to do with him either."

"Emotions interfered with your rationality. You didn't suspect that Jason was a counterfeit at the first moment, and then I knew how much you liked him." Dick smiled, "He is a light in your life... …Don't deny it, B, you like him, and he was never my replacement."

"Of course I'm still mad you let him inherit the title 'Robin.' You can't give Jason the title 'Robin' just because I'm Nightwing. It's mine."

Dick frowned at this point, although he soon relaxed: "...I know I gave up first, but shouldn't you ask my opinion, B? Am I being so unreasonable? "

"..."

"You're always like this, making decisions on your own." Dick smiled self-deprecatingly, "God, I really didn't expect that one day I would do the same thing as you."

"..."

"He won't stay at Arkham long," Dick continued. "I know he's got angry words when he answers me, but I'm really angry. He should know how serious my question is." , but he answered it anyway — he wasn’t like that. He’s not the Jason Todd we knew anymore.”

Batman finally said, "He's the Jason Todd I know."

"And you never knew Jason Todd," he said.

Dick's expression froze.

Tim quietly hid himself behind the table, secretly thankful that he had the body shape that Laura evaluated as a "child". He held his breath, looked at Batman's back quietly, and looked at Batman's back, and he was still frozen in place Dick glance.

He quickly lowered his head, which was really strange. It was obviously Dick who was in distress, but he almost instinctively felt a sense of shame and sadness for Dick.

God, he thought again, what should Jason do now.

Maybe he should tell Laura about it, but... Tim hesitates, wondering how Laura will react.

He was a little afraid that Laura would directly attack Dick in a fit of anger.

As far as he knew, Laura didn't have the concept of "show mercy"—at least not with people she didn't like.

He sighed silently in his heart, turned around, and quietly left through another tunnel in the Batcave.

Laura looked at the fried egg in front of her, carefully cut off a small piece with a fork, and put it in her mouth.

She was already prepared, no matter how the omelet tasted, she would praise it to the top of the heavens and earth, and she must make daddy believe that this was the best omelette she had ever eaten in her life.

But when her teeth cut through the smooth egg white and the sweet yolk, and her tongue touched and mixed the two tastes in her mouth, the only thing she could do was to open her eyes and swallow her mouthful. Fork up a second piece of fried egg.

So delicious, she thought.

Superman smiled at her undisguised love and satisfaction, and his voice was slightly teasing: "Your flattery is too obvious, Laura."

"..." Laura raised her head and glanced at Daddy.

She didn't speak, but she suddenly remembered that although she had eaten many kinds of delicacies since she was born in this world, especially those high-calorie and high-sugar junk foods, but such a simple, home-cooked food, only she Cook your own portion.

For the first time, she tasted another person's breakfast for her.

She ate the fried egg in silence, and then started to eat the bacon, beans and fried apples on the other side of the plate. The taste of beans made Laura dislike it, but she ate it in silence.

Picky eating is not a good habit in the eyes of adults, although there is no problem of nutritional imbalance for her...but there is no need to be picky eaters, right?

Lola didn't talk much while eating, which wasn't her habit, but she didn't know what to say under Superman's gaze.

Do you say "Hey daddy, I have known you are my father for a long time, but I have been afraid to meet you, because I know you are a good person with justice, and I think justice is stupid, you do It's also stupid."

Or say "But what you do is your freedom, just like what I do is my freedom, I like the life of killing people when I want to kill"?

Give me a break.

If she really dared to speak like that, Superman would believe it or not, but he would definitely control her very strictly afterwards, not allowing her to do this or that.

...Although it is not difficult to accept.

...Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't really matter if she kills or not. She has already passed the stage where she needs to kill to vent her emotions.

But she still thinks justice is stupid.

But it's kind of cute to do something stupid, right?Don't people just like people who are stupid and very beautiful?She doesn't care if people like her or not, but it wouldn't be too hard to accept if she could be a little cuter.

Lola finished her breakfast, and she got up to do the dishes, but Superman had unquestionably removed the empty plate from her hand.

"Give it to me." He smiled slightly, "Just sit down."

Laura happily sat back in her chair.

The washstand was facing the dining table. After the sound of water, she ran to the window on tiptoe, pulled all the tulle from the curtains, jumped onto the table, and sat down cross-legged.

She was basking in the sun with her head up, looking contentedly at daddy's slightly bent back.

"...Are you studying in New York now?" Superman's voice seemed to be filtered by sunlight, with a vague warmth, "Do you like New York?"

"It's okay." Laura said lazily, "I can't say I like it very much, but I don't hate it either."

"Mary Jane likes you very much."

"Because I'm pretty and cute!"

Superman smiled slightly.

He raised his hand and put all the cleaned dishes on the draining rack, then turned around and walked in front of Lola, who put her elbows on her knees and looked at Superman with her head tilted.

"...girls better not sit like that," said Superman gently, "especially if you're wearing a skirt."

Laura pursed her lips, and tugged the top of the skirt down until it was below her knees.

Superman paused, and simply lifted Lola off the table.

Laura refused to come down - she liked this position where daddy could look up at her.

When Superman wanted to hug her, she smiled and lay down on the table. When Superman picked her up, she turned over, and when Superman hugged her back, she rolled over. Superman's strength was stronger than hers, but Lola was more sensitive because she was petite.

She spun around the table slickly, and finally, because of a momentary inattention, Superman took the opportunity to pinch her wrist.

"Okay, okay, you won't let me go." Lola held her breath and wanted to laugh, and finally surrendered reluctantly.

She condescendingly opened her hand to Daddy: "Give you a hug."

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