Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he went back the next day, Jason always felt that Mary Jane looked at him with a half-smile.

He tried to take a look at Peter Parker, Spider-Man, who was also Lola's first good friend in New York City, and wanted to try to communicate with him.

However, Peter didn't receive Jason's eyes at all. His eyes were glued to Mary Jane, and he only paid attention to Laura's situation occasionally.

As for Jason, he subconsciously ignored him.

It was also because Jason was so silent during this four-person date.He almost didn't take the initiative to speak, and he was talking to Laura when he had something to say. Peter tried to talk to him several times, but he ignored them.

Only now did Jason feel a little bit of Peter's feeling after being ignored by him, and he would not be angry or unhappy, but he would be a little dumbfounded and helpless.

——Did I stare at Lola so intently?He thought, how silly he would look if he did the same.

Jason gave up communicating with Peter.Although Mary Jane would show a smile that embarrassed Jason when she looked at him, she didn't really look at him very much.

They got off at the converging intersection and parted.

Laura eagerly proposed: "I think we can play something else!"

Peter was taken aback: "Huh?" His tone was full of lingering fear that would only come after being tricked too many times.

"No," Mary Jane calmly rejected Laura's proposal, "As an ordinary person with average physical strength, I want to go home to have a good rest and recharge my batteries."

"Alright then." Laura easily gave up the idea, "Then goodbye."

She waved to her good friends, and Mary Jane waved to her with a smile.

Peter's gaze finally met Jason's. He glanced at Jason - his expression suddenly became a little weird, but he quickly covered up the weirdness.

"Goodbye, Jason," said Peter nonchalantly, "maybe we'll have an 'event' together sometime in the future."

"...Goodbye." Jason said, "As for this opportunity, I don't know if I will have it. But I think it might be very easy to work with you."

Anyway, it will definitely be easier than being with Lola.

Jason probably knows something about Peter being raped by Laura, and he also knows that Peter will foolishly believe Laura's reasons every time he is raped, and will continue to run over to be punished without hesitation the next time he is invited—a bit stupid, But as long as the silliness is aimed at companions rather than enemies, he can be a joy to be with.

After Laura and Mary Jane finished talking, they jumped up and down to Jason's side and hugged Jason's arm.

"It's time for us to go home," she said. "Which house are you going to?"

"Our family." Jason replied.

He knew Laura was asking how long it would take him to go back to Wayne's house, maybe she was right, maybe he would go back sooner or later, maybe deep down he still thought that the one who made him Robin and trained him, The place where he had spent half his childhood and adolescence...was his home.

Maybe in his heart he still thinks of Bruce Wayne as his father.

Dick is the older brother, Barbara is the second sister, and Tim is the younger brother.

Maybe he really can't completely separate these people from his life, maybe he can't deny that there is always a family relationship between them.

But Jason didn't explain some things to Laura, because Laura didn't quite understand why things that would be forgiven sooner or later couldn't be forgiven immediately.

She doesn't understand that time is very important to most people.She is too pure, she doesn't know that it doesn't mean that if you love someone, as long as he doesn't touch your bottom line, you have to forgive him for everything he does unconditionally.

Laura can forgive Luther unconditionally.

Forgive Luthor for having a real killing intent towards her, forgive Luthor for studying how to kill Superman every moment, and accepting these as part of Luthor tolerantly, accepting this fact.

And he—couldn't.

At least not now.

"Okay, okay," Laura was very happy, and she was happy that Jason said he was going back to their home, "Let's go!"

She took Jason's hand.

Jason held her back, lowered his head, raised her hand to his lips, and kissed her palm.

Laura stared at Jason, her eyes flicked across his flying black hair, the bridge of his nose and downcast eyelashes.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

Look at the way they look at each other, and their body language.

Some people are like this when they are together, and no one will believe them if they say they are not in love.

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

Bruce looks at the video footage and photos in his hand.

His eyes seemed to be very focused, but in fact, he didn't think about anything.

There was no audio in this video, but the details of the video were very clear, so of course he understood what Jason and Lola were saying.He spent most of his time looking at Jason, the boy who had grown up so suddenly after leaving him... Jason Todd, the little boy he picked up in Crime Alley to pry the tires on the Batmobile, his second Ren Robin.

He was also the adopted son who hurt him the most.

The pain is all his own making.he knows.

Jason grew up where he didn't see it.His cemetery is already an empty grave, and Bruce has checked it out. He also collected as much information as possible about Jason's wandering after waking up, and roughly pieced together the whole process of his encounter with Laura.

With the help of words, pictures, videos and eyeliner dictation, coupled with the vague comments of passers-by, he can understand everything that Jason experienced after his resurrection.

But he has no chance to participate.

Alfred asked him if he regretted it.

Dick asked him if he regretted it.

Gordon asked him if he regretted it.

...they are not asking the same thing.

... He never answered such questions either.

But now, he was alone, replaying the scene of Jason smiling at Laura repeatedly. Jason's brows and eyes stretched on the screen, as if he had never experienced death, and there had never been despair and pain in his life.

He asked himself - do you regret it?

as ever.He couldn't find an answer.

He could only put down the tablet in his hand, turn his head and look out.The sky in Gotham is overcast, and the drizzle connects the sky and the ground.

The city was shrouded in rain and thick fog.There was sunshine in the clouds, he knew it, but he couldn't see it.

But he understood that the current Jason could already see.

So the always silent man smiled faintly, looked away, stood up, and walked down the stairs.

Some jobs belong to Batman and some jobs belong to Bruce Wayne.

For any of them, he never slack off.

Watchtower.

Superman stood silently in front of the big screen.

This time it was his turn to stay on duty, and Martian Manhunter was on duty with him.Superman and Martian Manhunter are not talkative types. In fact, people in the alliance are not talkative types except Flash, so many times, once Flash is not around, the whole space will be very quiet.

Both Superman and the Martian Manhunter are used to the silence.

But Martian Manhunter is sensitively aware that Superman's mood is not peaceful - as a Martian who can read minds naturally, no matter how he tries to shield his ability as much as possible, he will still inevitably feel the strong emotions of those around him .

Now that it was just the two of them, Martian Manhunter decided not to pretend to be ignorant of Superman's problems.

He emerged from the ground in front of Superman, his body changed from translucent to solid: "I know that the members of the alliance have said a lot behind your back recently, if these affect you and make you feel troubled, I think terribly sorry."

"No, it's not because of that." Superman gave Martian Manhunter a surprised look, "I'm not worried about this... Is my mood so obvious?"

"Yes to me," replied the Martian Manhunter.

"Feel sorry."

"Please don't apologize. On the contrary, please forgive my abruptness." The Martian Manhunter said, "Although many years have passed, I still don't know how to get along with you in a normal way for you. We The physical gap between human beings is still too large, and the ability to read minds can easily cause rejection and misunderstanding.”

"Don't say that, Ron, you've done a good job."

The Martian Manhunter watched Superman calmly. He judged the true thoughts in Superman's heart not by relying on his ability to read minds, but by relying on his attention and understanding of his companions.

In the Justice League, apart from Aquaman who is always offline, Martian Manhunter has always been a very marginal existence.

His green skin, appearance that is very different from that of people on earth, and his ability to read minds are all reasons for people to be wary of him. In addition, his personality is indifferent to the world-people don't know him very well, and they are used to it. Ignoring him is not without reason.

Only members of the Alliance and his friends who fought alongside him know how important Martian Manhunter is to the Alliance.

He is the most solid backing of the entire alliance, the one who takes care of everyone. He does not abuse the ability of mind reading, but the high degree of empathy and empathy endowed by the ability of mind reading connects him with everyone in the alliance. Every member is closely linked.

He is a good friend.Gracious and compassionate, truly understands you, and will keep secrets for you.

Superman decides to say something.

"My daughter...you know, I mentioned it to you," Superman couldn't help showing a warm smile on his face, "she... has something to hide from me."

"Teenagers need their own little secrets," Martian Manhunter said. "It shouldn't bother you that she doesn't tell you her little secrets, but something else."

"Yes, no." Superman smiled. "What worries me is not that she has something to hide from me, but...she told many people about it, but she didn't tell me."

"This proves that you are the most special one in her heart."

Superman said quietly, "I know."

He looked at the big screen in front of him. Part of the earth's surface was rotating on the screen, but what was printed in his blue eyes was the whole earth, and the sun that was half blocked by the earth.

"I just don't know how to get along with her." Superman said, "When I saw her, she was 15 years old physically, but her mind was very fuzzy. She lived in Gotham for more than three months Moving to New York, and besides, she's showing some classic PTSD—"

Speaking of this, Superman frowned, and he looked very confused: "But neither I nor the bat can find out what caused all this."

"Have you talked to Luther?"

"He knows some, but warned me not to explore too much." Superman replied, "I have rarely seen such a serious look on his face. What happened to Laura must be unusual."

"What exactly is bothering you?"

"...Maybe," Superman hesitated, as if he wasn't sure of the answer to the question himself, "maybe it's because I feel rejected by her."

Martian Manhunter was silent for a moment.

Superman sensed something in his silence: "You've had contact with her, haven't you, Ron?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm having...a hard time controlling myself," the Martian Manhunter whispered.

The two fell silent together.

They all thought of the lost wife and daughter of Martian Manhunter.

Superman suddenly smiled: "Isn't Laura cute?"

"Yes," Martian Manhunter replied, "when I walked up to her pretending to be Winnie the Pooh from Disneyland—I thought she felt something, but she gave me a high five anyway."

Superman raised his eyebrows high, and he repeated the words that Martian Manhunter had just said: "Disneyland?"

"Yes, just yesterday, she went with her friends."

"I just found out about this," said Superman, and he thought for a moment before making a list. "She went with Peter, Mary Jane, and Jason, right?"

When he said "Jason", his voice raised slightly, then dropped sharply.

It sounds a bit... Even if Superman speaks in such a tone, it seems to be a bit malicious.

"Yes," Martian Manhunter said, "you know her well."

"I know her better than Laura thought." Superman paused, "but not enough."

"You should have a good talk with her. Be gentle, be honest, admit your mistake first, and then if she admits it to you - tell her she's not wrong," said the Martian Manhunter. talk."

Superman laughed. "Thank you, Ron, I feel better."

Lola still doesn't know that Superman actually knows everything about what she did before, and she is still immersed in the fantasy of "I must have succeeded in playing a lively, cute and good daughter". I have to say that this fantasy is actually maintained by Superman on purpose.

A lie told a thousand times becomes the truth.

Lola isn't exactly pretending to be a good girl, she's actually pretty good, at least in front of Superman.

Because Jason lived with her now, she didn't go to class much recently, so she just stayed at home and played with Jason every day.

They will read books together.Laura didn't expect Jason to have such a quiet hobby, but she was interested in it, so she was happy to study with Jason.

In order to be more comfortable, Laura asked Hasen to build a small study at home. Hasen was very clever. Not only did he build the study, but he also collected a lot of thick and heavy books, some of which were even orphaned.

Laura stopped asking Hasson where he got the book.

Speaking of which, the first meeting between Jason and Hasen was very interesting. When Hasen came to knock on the door, Jason tensed up, as if someone broke into the door instead of knocking at all——

"He didn't make any sound when he appeared." Jason asked Laura solemnly after he left, "Where did you dig this guy?"

Laura thought for a while and replied, "It's the one Rebecca gave me."

The name made Jason raise his eyebrows in surprise.He said, "Are you connected to Rebecca?"

"No," Laura said, "but I can feel her."

"What do you mean?"

"I can feel her, a kind of resonance in the dark." Luo La explained, "I can roughly feel whether she is in this world or has returned to her own world. When she is in this world, I occasionally Being able to share the senses with her, when she goes back, the connection will be shallow and intermittent."

"So the connection between you can spread across parallel worlds." Jason said thoughtfully.

Laura closed the book with a snap, tilted her head and glanced at Jason: "Do you want to know what happened to that Jason Todd in Rebecca's world?"

"He's not me."

"And Rebecca is not me." Laura shrugged, "So, there is nothing to think about."

"Well, I'm just a little curious why the connection between you is so strong. It stands to reason that if some major events did not happen, the parallel worlds would not interfere with each other at all."

"...Because Wanda's original power can connect to parallel planes." Laura said softly, "She is like an anchor point. When she explodes to the limit, she can affect every plane where she exists... Her original source The power was extracted by Rebecca and absorbed by me through special processing, maintaining the resonance between me and Rebecca."

Jason was a bit confused by the complexity of the situation: "Why is she trying so hard to resonate with you?"

"Fool." Laura said, "Because I was originally a failed experiment."

"You are not a failed experiment." Jason blurted out.

He hugged Laura tightly.

"Oh, it's nothing, Jason, it's just a fact," Laura patted Jason backhanded, "there will be subtle differences between parallel worlds and parallel worlds, and in Rebecca's world, she made her experiment a success." Yes, in my world, this experiment failed—I think this experiment failed in most parallel worlds, otherwise she wouldn't be staring at me."

"So," Jason said, "in so many parallel worlds, the resurrected Jason Todd didn't meet you?"

"Maybe in those parallel worlds you won't die at all."

"Then I must still be Batman's assistant, the second Robin."

"It's not certain, I think with your temper, you will have a fight with the bat sooner or later." Laura said seriously, "And then fly solo like Dick—I think if this is the case, the relationship between you and Dick should be pretty good. You're going to be real buddies, you're fighting Dick all the time but you respect him, and Dick's going to give you a stupid nickname."

"For example, what nickname?" Jason was attracted by this topic.

Some scattered and unformed memories flashed in Laura's mind, and she paused for a moment.

She said, "...Little Wings or something, I guess."

"Stupid." Jason said bluntly.

But Laura didn't echo his sneer.

She was silent, silent, and Jason was silent too.

A heavy atmosphere flowed in this warmly furnished small room. Jason held the little girl in his arms, his eyes chasing the silent airflow aimlessly.

"Dick will be on vacation next month." Laura said abruptly, "Do you think he will go home by then?"

"..."

"You will take me home with you next month." Laura said again, "That's it."

The author has something to say: Jason: I can't do it now!

Laura: All right, we'll be back next month!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 敐敄 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Meow learns to impact 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]: 10 bottles of Qingshi, Chuxi, and African chiefs