[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason raced on until he really had to stop to catch his breath.He may be an entry-level vigilante who flies over the roof and walls at night, but he is still a body of flesh and blood, and it is impossible for him to rush home from here in one breath.Of course he can call Ah Fu to drive him, the problem is that he doesn't want to go home, at least not now.

If he goes home now, Ah Fu will definitely see that his mood is wrong.Under A Fu's questioning, he would tell about Dick's coming to school to block him, and then admit that the two of them had a quarrel, and A Fu would be unhappy about it.

Sometimes he really doubts that Alfred has superpowers, because not only him, but even Bruce Alfred can raise an eyebrow to see if the other person is angry or depressed or just pretending "I'm super fierce, I'm Batman! "

But wandering around on the road all the time is not an option, he has to find a place to hide and kill time.The library is a good choice, he can look up legends about werewolves by the way.

Here's the problem - he seems to have left the backpack in the dick's safe house.Now all he has is his phone in his pocket, thank God it still has 50% battery.And walking all the way home from this place to the Gotham City Library would be worse, at least walking home would only make his legs cramp, and he would probably have to kneel at the door when he got to the library.

oh!Maybe he could go back and pry Dick's motorcycle and ride back, and if he's lucky, he'll be followed by a bunch of cops chasing underage drivers without a license, making headlines tomorrow... no, tonight.

What a pity.Maybe come back in the evening?In any case, he had to think about what to do now.

Swiping the phone is not too long a list of contacts, except for Bruce and Ah Fu, there are only a few classmates and teachers in the school, but if you contact the teacher, you can predict that the teacher will contact the parents in the future, and today he and Dick will definitely be killed. Serve on countertop.If you want to contact your classmates, uh...he doesn't have any deep enough friends either.

The contact list comes to the part beginning with S, and the first one is Sam who just entered today.Jason stared at the rectangular box that only stored the name and number, and didn't even take a photo of the caller ID. There was only a gray and white human silhouette.

It stands to reason that a new classmate I just met today suddenly called: "Hi classmate, I know we are not familiar at all, but I think we can talk about the werewolf murder case together and spend a pleasant afternoon." Weird thing, even without the part about werewolves.

But this is based on the premise that the object of the request is "ordinary people". In fact, if Sam's family is really the two monster hunters that Jason overheard, (from the family situation Sam mentioned in school, He is [-]% sure) Then Sam is not an ordinary person in the daily sense. If he uses normal logic to think about things that feel abrupt, maybe he will accept them well?Besides, when Dick came to see him today, Sam was there, and he said that he had a quarrel with his "brother" and didn't want to go home, and he didn't want other friends to know. This reason is also acceptable.

The worst case scenario is getting rejected, can it be worse?

"Fingers crossed, good luck."

Jason poked the green dial button with a desperate air.Counting the waiting tones, after the fifth beep, Sam answered the phone with a doubtful voice:

"Jason?"

"Yes, it's me." Jason secretly clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture, pressing the phone to his ear, "Uh, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"What? No, I'm just a little surprised you're calling." From Sam's end came the sound of chairs scraping against the floor, and empty cans banging against each other as they were pushed away. "What's wrong?"

"That's right, didn't you see my brother just now? The man on the motorcycle."

"I guess, did you quarrel?" Sam's tone somehow had a little more smile, not the kind of malicious ridicule, but a feeling similar to "Aha! I knew it!".

"Yeah." Jason admitted bluntly after a moment of embarrassment, "So I don't really want to go home right now, and I don't know where to go so... I just said, I can go Would you like to nest over there?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, which made Jason's heart sink in his stomach.Well, it seems that the progress is jumping too fast.It makes sense, if it were him, he would also feel weird.

It's embarrassing.

"Sorry, I know it's too sudden, forget about it." Even though he knew that no one around would pay attention to a child talking on a mobile phone, Jason still felt his face flushed with embarrassment, "I'll go find a fast The restaurant should stay in the park, sorry."

"Wait, wait, don't hang up! I didn't say no!" Sam shouted anxiously, followed by another sound of rummaging for things, taking out keys and locking the door, "I mean, go home It's not very convenient, but I can find a fast food restaurant with you to sit for a while, no problem."

"Oh, thanks." This sudden change, from disappointment to hopefulness, made Jason suddenly at a loss as to what to do next, "You are so kind."

"Nothing, I'm bored by myself. So where are you?"

***

Jason and Sam sat side by side on the bar seats facing the street from Big Belly Burger.Sam was holding a glass of Coke Zero and was sipping it with satisfaction, while Jason next to him gave him disbelief.

"Really? That kind of thing is not cola at all, it tastes like cough syrup!" Jason recalled the experience he almost threw up when he tasted this cola for the first time, and asserted that this product must have failed miserably in a month off the shelf.

"No, Coke Zero is much better than normal Coke, and it doesn't have any extra calories." Sam took another big sip from the cup, and purposely swallowed it in front of Jason, "Wonderful! Try it!" try?"

"Thank you, enjoy yourself slowly. I'd better go the old-fashioned way." Jason pocketed some of his ordinary Coke in his arms, and sincerely rejected Sam's offer.

"Your loss." Taking back the cup, Sam slowed down the speed of drinking, his eyes seemed to be looking at the street scene through a glass window, and he seemed to be looking at the reflection of the two of them, and said slowly:

"So, you quarreled with your brother, and when you ran out, you found that you had nothing but your mobile phone, and you couldn't even take the subway. You didn't want to ask your housekeeper to pick you up, so you called me."

"Basically that's it, yes."

"But, that's what I don't understand. Why are you looking for me?" Sam looked at Jason suspiciously. "I mean, I'm just a freshman. You must have other friends you can look for, right?"

"Hey...not really." Jason looked down at the carbonated drink bubbling in the cup, "Although Gotham Academy is very strict and there are relatively few things like bullying, but...most of them Most of the students still like to be with the cheerleaders and star players.”

"meaning is?"

"It means that I'm a nerd like me, but I don't actually have that many friends." In fact, I don't have any, Jason added silently in his heart.And he's not a nerd, and his nocturnal activities scare your hair out.

"Oh. Understood." Sam gave Jason a "I understand you" look, and then changed the subject considerately, "About you and your brother, uh, I personally think that the big brother is sometimes born to look for the younger brother. Enjoyable. So don't think too much about it."

"Talk from experience, huh?" Jason raised his eyebrows at Sam. He was wondering how to naturally turn the topic to Sam's family, so the opportunity came, "I guess you're right. I don't think so at all. Know how to deal with things like brothers."

"Oh, yes. You said you were adopted." Sam probably remembered their conversation at school earlier. Jason didn't know what kind of bloody plot Sam had in mind, but it seemed that he was very concerned about talking The topic of brothers is not taboo.

"Would you mind sharing how you get along with big brother? What's your brother like? I bet it's not like Dick—seriously, who takes that word for their name?"

"Actually, Dean is very 'dick' sometimes." Sam wrinkled his face with an angry expression, "It seems that he is the coolest in the world, knowing everything so he can tell me what to do. Use Dad Speaking in the same tone: 'Listen, Sammy blahblahblah...' rotten."

"Wait, he called you 'Sammy'? That's cute."

"No! Don't even think about it. It's Sam, not Sammy." This time Sam turned his resentful face on Jason, and continued after he raised his hands in surrender, "But, most I'm so thankful to have Dean around all the time. He's not the perfect big brother, but he's good enough for me. Not every brother can take care of a baby brother at five years old, and it hasn't messed me up yet. Dead or maimed, it's a big deal. Especially after I've seen the horrors of other people coaxing babies."

"Your five-year-old brother is taking care of you as a baby? But, what about your father? Your brother is a child himself!" Jason seriously considered whether to inform Batman of his involvement. This should already constitute neglect of children, right?

"Dad has to work, and our family is a single parent, remember?" Sam gave a wry smile. "Of course he didn't leave the two of us alone. When Dean was little we would stay with my uncle, but When Dean was a little bit older we were on the road with Dad. You know, families always stay together."

Jason bit the straw, remembering his original family, Bruce and Ah Fu, nodded in affirmation of Sam's words: "Well, you are right." He is willing to give everything, as long as he can continue to be with Bruce and Ah Fu. Fu together as a family.

"But haven't you guys thought about settling down in one place? While running around sounds cool, it means you're constantly changing schools doesn't it? Isn't it hard to...maintain relationships?"

Jason continued to insinuate. If, according to Sam, the actions of their family are in the hands of their father, and the elder brother was the babysitter at the beginning, then it is very likely that the younger brother will become the father after he is able to take care of himself. Assistant, that is, the state that was monitored by Jason at night.

"I think so too! But... Dad's job is to pick up cases everywhere, and we have to follow the case."

"Like a contracting project?"

"It's similar. But it's not engineering. It's more like... um, how should I put it, 'security consultant'. Yes, it should be defined like this." Sam probably felt that Jason didn't believe his statement, so he quickly added, "My dad Retired from the Marine Corps."

"Helping employers solve safety issues like Blackwater, cool!" Jason followed Sam's words, and Sam was obviously relieved to see that Jason believed his words.

Knowing that enough is enough, Jason didn't continue to revolve around Sam's family and career, and instead complained to Sam about the content of the quarrel between Dick and him, but the content changed from Robin's identity to "It used to belong to Dick." Things" were transferred to Jason by the adoptive father, which made the adoptive brother unhappy.On the other hand, Sam comforted him sincerely, explaining to him that this is human nature, and even suggested that he could do something to make Dick happy to ease the relationship between the two.

Looking at those big brown eyes like a puppy, Jason felt a sudden sense of guilt for cheating his friends.

But for the sake of the case and the peace of Gotham City, he had to do this as Robin.I can only hope that after everything is over, if he is lucky and doesn't have to send Sam's father and brother to the police station, he will definitely be this guy's good friend for life, the kind who can pour chicken soup.

It's time to ask about werewolves.Jason decided to start with the folklore that Sam borrowed today, and maybe add a little urban legend of Gotham City.

But just as he opened his mouth, Sam's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

"My brother is calling, I'll answer it." Sam smiled apologetically at Jason, took a deep breath from his nose and pressed the answer button.

The person on the other end was clearly yelling, because even Jason, who was sitting next to him, could hear Dean's voice—exactly the young man from that night.

"Sammy! Where are you, Sammy? What happened?" Dean's loud voice The guests sitting near the two of them looked at them at the same time.

"Shh! Dean, keep your voice down! I'm not deaf yet!" Sam covered the earphones and made a "sorry" mouth gesture to the guests next to him, "I'm just eating something at the big belly burger, okay I'm not a three year old! Besides, I'm with my friends. I'm 100% safe."

"When did you start going to the fast food restaurant to find something to eat? Aren't you a rabbit eater? Long live the salad and fruit cup!" Dean's voice was a little softer, but Jason, who was sitting next to Sam, could still hear the other party doubting. tone of voice.

"That's not rabbit food, that's healthy eating. I'm drinking Coke Zero."

"That's cough syrup, don't use that stuff to downgrade Coke. Only a freak like you would like that taste. And what's up with this 'friend'?"

"It's a friend, from school. Do you want me to spell it for you?" Sam rolled his eyes, and Jason had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Whatever, where are you? I'll drive around and pick you up."

"Pot Belly Burger, Robinson Park."

"Wait there, don't run around."

Dean hung up the phone unilaterally, and Sam continued to answer the phone with the phone that had jumped back to the standby screen sarcastically: "Don't talk to strangers, don't take things from strangers. Look, big brother."

"Well, I guess he just cared? A little overprotective, maybe." Jason smiled awkwardly.

"'Super' is a more appropriate quantifier." Sam put the phone back in his pocket, picked up the empty drink cups of the two of them, and sent them to the cutlery recycling table. Where is your home, I mean if you don't want to go home yet, my brother has a car and can take you somewhere else to stay, and then you can ask your family to pick you up."

——Goddess of Luck, have you come back to me?

Jason almost wanted to hold his chest and tell Sam that you are my little angel, giving me the opportunity to get close to the key figures in the werewolf case.But he is a professional detective, he calmly made a surprise expression and accepted Sam's kindness nervously.

A few minutes later, it was still the classic black antelope that was parked at the fast food restaurant. Sam first stepped forward and said a few words to Dean, and then the young man sitting in the driver's seat——Dean— Jason frowned, but still motioned to the back seat: "Get in the car."

Sam climbed into the passenger seat, Jason thanked him and carefully slid into the back seat, and the black antelope went back on the road and pulled over on a road with less traffic.

Oh, the classic ones are just different, look at this upholstery upholstery, it's worth it if you pull it out... Hold on!Jason!Don't think about dismantling the car when you see it!

He took a deep breath and tried to speak to Dean, maybe start by complimenting the car, but before he could speak, Dean was quicker than he was.

Jason's last consciousness was Sam screaming: "Dean you crazy what are you doing!"

Well, it looks like lady luck hasn't returned yet.