[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

The room fell silent.

Jason tried to take advantage of the tranquility to study the town's history and supernatural legends he brought back, but even holding the book in front of his eyes, he couldn't read a single word.

He claims to be a man who has seen big winds and waves, even the barriers between universes let him pass through, today is just a problem with the time axis, compared to crossing the universe, this is nothing small, but Jason I feel like I can't breathe.

Putting down the book, holding his head and sighing, Jason looked around the guest room where he lived temporarily—all the furniture and clothes were complete. Although Gisep Salvador had some complaints about Jason's skin color, his appearance The work was done very well, not only did Jason not miss a meal and a glass of water, but even gave Jason and Dick a sum of cash for their daily use. According to Gisep: "How can a man not have money!" In general, Jason's quality of life is quite good.

But at this moment, Jason would rather sleep on the hard metal canopy bed on the Saboteur spaceship, smell the faint smell from between the splints, and listen to a group of big bastards yelling, than stay in this well-furnished room in the guest room.

Jason vaguely knew what was wrong, but he didn't want to admit it—a big part of the pressure was because the person he was traveling with was Dick Grayson.

He didn't know what he thought of Dick.For Jason, Bruce is an emotionally constipated, stubborn dad who can directly penetrate the heart of the earth. Between principles and feelings, he will choose to kill himself without hesitation.Alfred was sent by God to save the whole family, a saint who rescued bats and birds.Thalia is the mother, and it is absolutely right to go back to find her mother after breaking the sky. It is the last firewall that is [-]% reliable.Tim is a domesticated stoka, a standard "other people's kid" really, except for some unspoken parts.Damian is still a baby!Don't look at him always acting very old-fashioned, that guy is essentially a baby who wants people around him!So cute!

But speaking of Dick... Jason really didn't know what to do with him.

He used to regard Dick as someone who must be surpassed, but at the same time must be courted.Go beyond Dick, prove yourself to be a better Robin, please Dick, because he is worried that if Dick hates him, what if Bruce is influenced by Dick to hate himself one day?

As a result, until the day he died, Jason neither surpassed Dick, nor did he please Dick.

Jason didn't hold a grudge against Dick, he was free to admit that.If he hated Dick, he wouldn't have paddled Dick into another safety bubble during the owl incident, and he wouldn't have agreed to go on a road trip with Dick, much less wander through this misplaced era with Dick.

He just... didn't expect to be buddies with Dick anymore.Isn't it good to keep such a lukewarm distance?Instead, it was Dick who wanted to be nice to his brothers, which made Jason very troubled and extremely irritable.

"Ah! What is this all about?" Jason let go of the book in his hand, let it lie flat on the table with a bang, and then knocked his forehead on the table, closing his eyes in agitation Do breathing exercises.

The effect of breathing training was modest, so Jason decided to get up and walk around to change his mood—maybe go to the kitchen to find some materials, tsk, I just don't know if he can convince the servants in Salvador to let him do it himself.

He had just walked out of the room and didn't take a few steps. Jason bumped into the protagonist who had recently occupied the headlines of the gossip, Damon Salvador, a deserter from El Salvador.

Damon held a bottle of wine in each of his hands. When he saw Jason, he looked like a kid who was caught stealing biscuits. The scene became more and more awkward.

Two people who don't know each other very well are in a stalemate in the corridor.As a guest, Jason felt that he had no position to accuse the owner of this place of preparing to drink heavily in broad daylight, but it's not good to turn around and leave without saying anything. If you want to pass the steps to the other party, the two of them haven't gotten to know that well yet. In the end, the ladder was not erected properly, but the owner was kicked down instead.

Dimon is simply ashamed.The deserter incident has already made the whole town treat him as a joke. Even if he maintains a superficial indifference, he still feels uncomfortable.Now let the guests at home see him like this again, and there must be rumors that "Damon from El Salvador drinks at home every day and has nothing to do".

"So what's your drink?" / "Would you like a drink?"

The two people who spoke in unison stared at each other for a moment with their eyes wide open, then grinned and walked into the nearest empty room.

——Hey, this guy is quite good!

Jason and Damon shared a bottle of bourbon and knocked on each other's mouth: "Cheers!"

***

Jason opened the window to let fresh air in from outside into the room, dispelling the smell of alcohol in the room.

The breeze slapped his face, which made Jason feel like he was alive again. He had never killed a whole bottle of whiskey in one go, not counting the time when he was attached to Peter, and he was finally resurrected here. The machine is not working well, and it is even more impossible to drink under the comprehensive care of my mother.The big castes are a group of hermit monks, even if they don't eat fast, they won't have wine to drink.When he returned to Gotham, he would have a chance to drink some beer, but once he returned to the mansion to accept Ah Fu's care... drinking heavily?nonexistent.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Jason raised the last sip of the wine bottle and nodded at Damon, "Your taste is pretty good!"

"Tch, that's needless to say." Damon curled his lips, stood up a little shaky and wanted to make a handsome move, but staggered and fell back on the chair, "I'm a young master who knows nothing but eating, drinking and having fun. , how can it taste bad."

The self-deprecating meaning in this passage was so strong that Jason was too embarrassed to pretend not to hear it.

Jason decides to blame the rest of it on the alcohol making his head spin, plus he's a good guest, and thanks to Salvador for the room and board, he decides to be a nice tree hole to say thank you.Definitely not because he thought of anyone or anything from Dimon's tone!

"I feel more and more that I should die on the battlefield, at least change the medal and contribute to Salvador's surname, instead of being a cowardly parasite like I am now."

Dimon couldn't stop once he opened his mouth. Although his topic was very broken without any cause and effect, he mainly complained about his father Gisup and younger brother Stefan.

"Oh, that's not the case." Jason pushed Damon's arm with his elbow, "I believe your old man just can't bear this kind of shock. Believe me, every old man has an uncompromising point, whoever pokes that point, just tighten your skin and wait!"

Just like Bruce's uncompromising point is killing people, maybe Gisup's point is family face-if anyone doesn't have long eyes and bumps into him, he will wait to greet his father's gloomy expression as if the earth is about to explode, and the surrounding "Cub, Dad is very disappointed in you" lecture.

But disappointment is disappointment, Jason doesn't believe that any father would really want his son to die outside.Seeing that he came back from his own death, Bruce's room can directly summon a certain dark evil god.

Damon made a nasal sound, with a clear "do not believe" written on his face, put down the wine bottle, unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and let Jason see a few age-old hot spots on his arms. scar.

"My old man ironed it when I was 12 years old." Damon gently rubbed the dark dots that would hardly be found unless he looked closely, "His money is gone, and he thinks I stole it." of."

"And you didn't try to explain?" Jason narrowed his eyes. He had seen such scars on many Gotham children, especially those street children who roamed the streets. Stodd was burned by a cigarette in his rage, and he knew how terrible that pain was for a child.

Damon twitched the corners of his mouth, and pulled down his sleeves to cover the scars: "He didn't even ask me, do you think an explanation would be useful? I knew it a long time ago. In his eyes, I just can't support the wall." Going into the army is the most sane thing I've ever done in my miserable life, and I've made a joke out of it."

Jason didn't know the history between Damon and Kitsap, but in any case Jason didn't like to use violence, even the way of discipline that directly hurt children.If you have the ability, find an adult with the same physique as you to fight, what awe-inspiring prestige in front of children!Even in the name of education.

"Tsk, what do you think about so much, it's great, you put away your burdens, and go where you like! You are such a big man, can Gisep lock you in a high tower like a princess?" Jason couldn't tell Damon that even if he really died heroically, he wouldn't be able to become a great hero if the Southern Army defeated him.

But the idea of ​​leaving home not only did not motivate Damon, but made him even more depressed: "That's right, but..."

Ah yes!

Jason had a flash of inspiration and thought of a certain woman walking between Damon and Stefan.I suddenly understood why Damon hesitated, and even guessed why he would rather come back as a shameful deserter—you must know that he can escape to any place, no one knows him, and will not point fingers at him , but Damon would rather be humiliated by being pointed at the nose and return to Mystic Falls.

Love brain... oh no, it should be said that the call of love is really powerful.Especially the love of the mysterious witch, ordinary people really can't bear it easily.

Jason drank his last sip of wine silently, determined to stay away from any individual who would bring him into this terrible situation.He is a lone wolf in the universe, give him a spaceship, he can sail all over the universe.Such a chic life is the portrayal of the red hood, and it is by no means a terrible sticky romance story of "the landslide, the sky will crack, and I will break up with you".

"Hey, why am I the one talking?" Damon's drunkenness subsided a little, and then he realized that he seemed to have talked too much, so he had to ask Jason to say something about himself, "Fair Come on, the two of us can be regarded as drinking friends now, come on, I don't believe that your life is full of roses and daisies."

"Me? I have nothing to say." Jason waved his hand, intending to fight to the end. It's not that he didn't want to find a tree hole, but that if he really told this life experience of life and death, the tree hole I'm afraid I can't stand it, I have to find a black hole.

After being perfunctory by Jason a few times, Damon developed a bit of indomitable perseverance, yelling just to let Jason reveal something: "Otherwise...or just talk about your brother! I didn't even say hello to him. Hit him a few times, tell me what kind of person he is, and remind me not to mess with him?"

"Dick?" Jason endured the throbbing pain in the back of his head, tilted his head and thought about Damon's proposal, if it is possible to say something about Dick's preferences to stop him from pestering others, it is not impossible, "Okay Well, what do you want to know?"

"Uh... let me clarify first, were you calling someone 'asshole' just now or..." Damon made a pause gesture.

"His first name is Richard, but he let others call him 'Dick'." Jason recited the explanation he didn't know how many times he repeated without changing his expression.

Damon nodded thoughtfully, with an expression on his face that seemed to suspect that Jason's words just now were joking with him: "Well, what kind of person is 'Dick'?"

"He——" Jason's mind ran through a series of words of praise for Dick Grayson or the hero Nightwing, "He is the golden boy of the family, the eldest son of the Wayne family who is loved by everyone, and ranked No. [-] in the city. One's buttocks, and most importantly..."

Jason dragged his tone so that Dimon couldn't help but hold his breath, looking forward to the finale interpretation.

"He's a huge D·I·C·K!" Matching the full stop, Jason put the bottle heavily on the table.It's really refreshing to say (part of) the grievances out loud!

***

Oversized Mr. Dick sneezes over the room.

I was hated by Little Wing again today.

Feel sad.