[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Henry Powell isn't really a supervillain.He is a businessman, but his level is completely different from Luther's. Without the blessing of the devil's ability, Henry probably wouldn't even be able to drive a mobile stall.He is not a villain who would go for armed robbery, even if he often harassed when he was just fired, but it was limited to harassment and did not hurt anyone, otherwise the court would not have just used an injunction order.

All in all, Henry is an ordinary person with average working ability, but always feels that he is underappreciated and has poor emotional management.

If he hadn't created a demon, he would probably be in some small company and post world-weary articles on the Internet while squatting in the office.

"I still don't like him." Jason looked up the intersection Henry mentioned on the Batcomputer.The part about Henry's hometown has been confirmed.A very remote dairy farming town looks like a good place to retire from the satellite photos. Jason was even surprised that 90.00% of the residents have never been to the city in their lives, and they ran out of a strange place. Henry.According to the normal life plan of the townspeople, Henry should be cleaning the cowshed or something.

But now he's the light of the dairy town.

"They even erected a bronze statue of him. Damn it." Jason stopped the satellite image at the bronze statue of Henry Powell in front of the Town Center, feeling that the world was really not normal.

"Suppose we found the crossroad Henry mentioned, what should we do? He said he hadn't seen that demon again." Jason watched the comparison results on the screen gradually shrinking, and turned to Dick for help. After all, there is only Dick here. Have magic friends.

Dick was still in his uniform, except for the domino mask, and was typing furiously on his phone.The notification sound of new information ding dong ding dong rang non-stop.

"I'll rush Xiaozha, she hasn't responded to my message yet." Dick sighed, looked at his phone with a frown, and then looked at Jason apologetically. The 13-year-old boy was nestled in Bruce's chair It looks very mini.

"Listen, Wing, I have to go back to Bloohaven." Dick shook his phone, "My classmates in the police academy can't continue to help me cover, I have to go back. Officially wrote Report to the professor and explain the reason for the leave, then I will come back, and we will solve this case together, okay? About a day or two, not long."

It took Jason two seconds to process the message Dick had told him.

"It means that you skipped class these two days." Jason rubbed his back and let the computer chair slide a little away from Dick.

"Uh, that's right. It just so happens that these few days are lectures, which are very boring, so I asked my classmates to help me sign in for cover. I just wanted to see how you are, but I didn't expect to run into a case. But then there will be practice lessons, and they can't continue playing, so... yeah, I have to go back and ask for leave." Dick couldn't understand Jason's performance, did he do something wrong?

"I'm worried about your quality as a police officer in the future. Tsk tsk." Jason shook his head like an old pedant, jumped off the computer chair and ran upstairs, passing Alfred on the way.

"Ah Fu, what happened to me?" Dick felt that he was disgusted for no reason.

"I think Master Jason is dissatisfied with your skipping class." Alfred put down the teapot, walked to the bat computer and began to operate it.

"What's wrong with skipping classes, who didn't skip classes when they were students...Okay, I take it back! What's wrong with this kid! Ah Fu? Do you want to take him to the doctor?" Dick pointed at the bat computer with trembling fingers On Jason's perfect attendance record, as a class leader, and if it weren't for the fact that he could only get an A+ at the highest, he would break through the limit and rush to the universe. The comments from the teachers speak for themselves.

Even across the screen, Dick could feel the sour smell of "I love learning" coming oncoming.

"Master Jason is aiming at you. He studies very hard in school, hoping to break your record in Gotham Academy." Alfred said in a flat tone of stating the facts, which made Dick's doubts even stronger. up.

"What record do I have? Why don't I know?" Dick rubbed his chin trying to recall his middle school days, "The only thing I remember is to avoid handing in homework and say I had chickenpox twice and had my cecum cut three times, and then It was not discovered until graduation. This is the record I am most proud of. Wally was found out when he pulled out his fifth wisdom tooth. Roy was even worse. I asked for a leave of absence to take pictures of patients with infusion tubes, but I forgot to cover up the trademark on it and was torn down. I said why didn’t he just go to Green Arrow’s medical room to take pictures of pretending to be sick! Guaranteed to be realistic! In short..."

Under Alfred's condemning gaze, Dick obediently bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Well, if what Jason cares about is my graduation grades... the Mathematical Olympiad team and the gymnastics competition add a lot of points, he actually doesn't have to... I'm sorry, I won't encourage my brother to skip class, Ah Fu, I made a mistake, give me back the biscuits Please thank you!"

On the third day of losing his brother, Dick Grayson was nostalgic for the lost days of being the only child in the family.

***

Jason rushed to Sam after school with the aura of someone who stood in his way, scaring the school bully who was going to intercept the freshmen with no background and intimidate him to give him some pocket money, so scared that he decided to come back another day.

"Sam! Wait!" Jason sidled around Sam, standing in front of him, "We need to talk."

"No." Sam rejected him without thinking, "There's nothing to talk about, I'm not going to tell you anything. And you shouldn't keep checking, it's dangerous, Jason! You might die !"

Sam clearly expressed his non-cooperation, lowered his head and ignored Jason and continued to move forward, but it was obvious that Jason was unwilling to let him go.He stuck tightly to Sam, and the relationship between the two of them seemed to be quite good in the eyes of others.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk, I will talk." Jason said on his own. Anyway, Sam's ears can't filter what to listen to and what not to listen to, and he has full confidence that as long as he starts to talk, Sam will Will beg him in turn not to shut up.

"So, first of all, those animal attacks weren't done by werewolves." Jason said, satisfied to see Sam's eyes widen and he took the initiative to pull him to a corner where no one was around.

"Are you crazy? Talking about this kind of thing in a corridor with so many people!" Sam spoke almost in a breathy voice, and carefully turned his head to see if there were any students passing by.

"I'm telling you, if you don't want to talk, I'm going to talk." Jason's confident look made Sam completely at a loss for how to refute.

"Forget it, what do you mean it's not a werewolf? Dad and Dean have found several suspicious targets." Sam raised his hands in surrender, waiting for Jason to continue his speech.

"It means, I found the real culprit. How much do you know about demons and hellhounds?" Jason took out the information from Zadik's friend Zatanna, and removed some parts that might involve the masked vigilantes , to Sam.

"Not much, they basically can't be killed, at least I don't know how to kill them. Demons will possess humans, we can only use exorcism to drive them back to hell. Then the hellhounds are the devil's thugs , They will send Cerberus dogs to hunt and kill humans whose contracts have expired." Sam quickly flipped through the information Jason gave him, "Your information is quite comprehensive."

"I have my pipeline." Jason smiled triumphantly, making Sam feel chills running down his spine.

"Well... I guess this is another benefit of being a kid from a rich family?" Sam stuffed the information into his backpack, put his hand on Jason's shoulder, and looked into Jason's eyes and said seriously, " I'm serious, Jason. Whether it's a demon or a werewolf, these things are very dangerous. They don't make sense, they don't take bribes. They can't even kill them! If you keep chasing them, you may be the next victim! Demons don't They will only kill those who signed a contract with them!"

"Don't worry, I'll even check out the next victim for you." Jason took out another file and started fanning in front of the stunned Sam, "Don't be sad, I believe you are still more professional than me, At least in terms of combat. So, I have a proposal."

"What?" Sam seemed to have half given up trying to persuade Jason, "Please don't tell me you're going to help kill Cerberus or something."

"Uh, actually, I'm here to help." Jason clapped his hands on his chest and rubbed them excitedly, "Do you have passports? We're going to Europe, Belgium, to be precise."

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Jason decided to add a little more incentive: "Business travel at public expense, and reimbursement with the invoice when you come back."

"I...I'm going to ask my dad..." Sam's first thought was that everything was out of control, and his second thought was that Dad was going to kill Dean this time.

It is really not a wise choice to study at Gotham Academy. It is said that the free one is the most expensive, and the ancients are honest!

***

Dick finally got the day off.

The teachers of the police academy were very unhappy. Field operations were no better than theoretical lectures. The latter could be made up by students spending more time studying. If it wasn’t because Dick’s grades were really excellent and he repeatedly promised not to set an example, he would be vigilant After reading the leave request report submitted by Dick, he reluctantly approved it.

Even a good result couldn't make Dick even a little bit easier.Bruce's business is facing supernatural threats, his new annoying little brother seems to be a bit morally skewed, and after he carefully keyword searches for Nightwing... umm, the next uniform, or ask Let's make a version after passing Ah Fu.

Oh, and Xiao Zha still couldn't find Constantine, but kindly sponsored a few spells to deal with demons and the practice of exorcism.

Dick tried to read it, but nothing happened, not even a spark.And the way the holy water was made, the long list of Latin words used for blessing made his head dizzy.Batman's training includes foreign languages, but not Latin, which is dead, he just hopes that maybe back in the Batcave, he can use the Batcomputer to help him with this... But does praying on the computer count? ?

"Let's go and see." Dick rode the motorcycle directly into the Batcave. Before the engine was turned off, he heard the bang bang gunshots, which made him fall to the ground and roll aside for cover.

Why are there gunshots in the Batcave?Gotham's psychosis finally creeping in here?Who will it be?Penguin?Or two-sided?

"Very well, Master Jason. But remember if your aim is a moving animal, sometimes you need to aim higher." Alfred's calm voice made Dick feel as if he had walked into the wrong studio.

This is the filming scene of a comedy show, right?Otherwise why would Alfred be holding a big dog stand (on all fours at the height of an adult) while Jason had a double-barreled shotgun under his arm, and with the other hand he was scribbling on a small piece of paper hanging on his chest? Scribble?

"OK, so the range of the salt bomb is about 20 meters." Jason finished his notes and gave Ah Fu a thumbs up, only to notice Dick hiding behind a pile of boxes.

"Hey, Dickie Bird!" Jason raised his double-barreled shotgun and waved it at Dick so that Dick felt his whole heart was hanging from side to side, "Come here, I got it for us!" So many good guys!"

As Jason said, he bent down and took out another classic Winchester M1887 from the travel bag at his feet, and made a Schwarzenegger Terminator swing.

Dick Grayson, a vigilante who has been doing good deeds all his life, punishing evil and promoting good, is piously praying to God at this moment: don't give him more brothers.If there are more brothers, his life will be ruined.