[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

When Jason and Tim left Los Angeles and traveled all the way north to Stanford, for some reason, Jason and Lucifer had become in a relationship where they would tag each other and watch sand sculpture videos on social media.Tim really can't understand where the friendship between these two (or should I say the devil) begins to develop, but then again, the supernatural has never been his strong suit.

Knowing that Jason was coming, Sam had a dinner with them at a small restaurant not far from the school under the heavy pressure of schoolwork, and caught up with the past by the way.The layout of the restaurant is very simple, and the atmosphere is very warm under the yellow lights. Most of the people who come to dine are young people. There are only one or two tables by the window table, which are old couples with white hair. Judging from the way they chat with the waiter Judging from it, it should be a frequent visitor to the restaurant, and overall it is a very suitable place for relaxing and chatting.

It would be better if the person sitting on the seat and waving to Jason didn't look so skinny, as if his body had been hollowed out.

"Hi, Jason, Tim." Sam smiled happily, but the more energetic he was, the more Jason wondered if this was the result of some kind of flashback, "Long time no see, how have you been recently?"

"As usual, it's passable." Jason shook Sam's hand mechanically, his eyes almost fixed on the black and blue around the other's eyes, "You didn't get involved in any trouble, did you?"

Sam's blank face didn't change until Jason circled his eyes with his hands: "Oh, that's nothing, I've been busy these few weeks so I haven't slept much."

That's what I said, but for the two who already knew Sam's crazy schedule, especially the instigator of the crazy schedule, the translated meaning of this sentence is: "I haven't had enough sleep a day since the beginning of the semester. Out of the corner of Jason's eye, Tim buried his head in the thin menu, trying to cover his guilt with Caesar salad and bacon cheeseburger.

It wasn't until food was served for all three that Tim cautiously joined the conversation.

"Uh, although it may be a bit early to ask this now, have you ever thought about what kind of job you want to do after graduation?" Just after asking, Tim hurriedly added in a low voice, "I'm not saying that hunting is not a good job. The respected profession is... You see, although Superman flies around all day to save people from fire and water, we are all pretty sure that besides the red cape, he must have an ordinary job to make ends meet, right? I asked It's your thoughts on that."

Sam waved his hand to show that he didn't take Tim's earlier question as an offense, and replied seriously: "I want to continue to study JD, but it will take at least three more years, and I'm still considering the time and cost of the license exam."

"If you're worried about tuition fees..." Jason swallowed the food in his mouth, but Sam shook his head to stop Jason's unspoken words.

"No, no, it's not a question of tuition fees. I believe that if I work hard enough, I can apply for a scholarship. I still have the confidence to do so, and Mr. Wayne has helped us a lot. At least I don't have to worry about it now. Worried that my dad or Dean will be arrested for credit card fraud." Sam sighed as he said, and subconsciously rubbed the handle of the fork back and forth with his finger holding the fork, "It's just... my dad never He agreed with me to go to college because Dean stopped him, otherwise he would have dragged me back to continue hunting demons, if I said after graduation that I would continue to study in law school, I don’t think he would accept it.”

"If you really want to do this, you should realize your ideal. After all, this is your life, isn't it?" Tim blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what Sam was struggling with, but he still gave advice sincerely. "If you think it's the right thing to do, go for it."

That's what Tim himself does—if it's something he thinks is right, he tries to do it.Even though he knew that being Robin was definitely not on the life path planned by his parents (in a word, he would inherit the Drake family business after graduating from college), but Batman at that time needed Robin, and Gotham couldn’t live without Batman, And Tim thought he could be useful, so he came to recommend himself directly.

Sam smiled and said vaguely, "Yeah, maybe."

Jason sat against the wall, with half of his body leaning against the wall.It looked slouchy, but there was something in his eyes that made Sam feel—Jason fully understood the tangled feeling that he couldn't even tell himself.

If the look was just Sam's imagination, when Jason spoke, Sam wished he could press the golden button for him.

"If—I mean 'if', you are worried about betraying your dear father's expectations, I can tell you directly, don't think too much!" Jason rolled his eyes and spread his hands, as if The barefooted ruffian who is not afraid of wearing shoes, "The fact is, as a child, you are destined to betray your parents' expectations in some way. The only difference is whether you can make them accept this."

"Can the parents accept the difference?" Sam stretched his neck in Jason's direction with great interest, intending to hear the other's amazing insights.

"They can accept that you may have to face the awkward Thanksgiving and Christmas in the future, but think about the good - you can still stay in the same room and sit at the same dinner table." Jason's tone Lighthearted and cheerful, as if sharing a funny little story, but every word that came out of his mouth made goose bumps pop up on Sam's arms, "If I can't... well, I said No, it might be old age and death. After 30 years, you plan to go back to your hometown on a whim, but you find that there is an extra tombstone in your ancestral grave. You look at the birth and death years on it and think back carefully, and find that no one has notified you. Are you... something like that?"

There was an awkward silence at the table, and even the waiters seemed to avoid their table subconsciously.

Jason looked first at Tim, the little control freak Stoka staring down at his plate as if trying to spot a flower in a chicken sandwich with a bite out of it, then at Sam, his mouth Li was biting on a straw, and the poor plastic tube had been scuffed and covered with tooth marks.

"Uh, I'm just hypothesizing, okay?" Jason frowned, the stagnant air made him a little breathless, "God, you look like I just killed your puppy with my own hands !"

"I know, I know, it's just... your assumptions are a little... scary, that's all." Sam, who is used to mediating when the scene is too hot or embarrassing, "By the way, I plan to add some desserts, How about you? Their tiramisu is delicious!"

"Okay, okay, I just won't wrap the cruel truth in sweet words." Jason muttered and took the menu and joined the discussion about desserts, as if the discussion not long ago had never happened.

The small gathering of the three came to an end after the dinner. Sam still had a crazy class schedule waiting for him the next day, and there was still a section where Jason and Tim stayed. drive.Tim was surprisingly quiet along the way, and he didn't even bury his head in his mobile phone. If it wasn't for the previous episode, Jason might have wondered if something was wrong with the internet-addicted teenager next to him.

He could roughly guess what was going on in Tim's little head—his parents.

The Drake family is like many old aristocrats on the east coast. They have accumulated wealth and interpersonal relationships for generations. For such families, going to school is not to reverse the class, but to continue and create closer interpersonal relationships network.As long as Tim is not possessed by an unknown mysterious force like God Johnson and suddenly sold out his family property, after he officially takes over the family business as an adult, he can do whatever he likes, such as the dedication of the Drakes to archaeology, such as Thomas Wayne becomes a doctor instead of CEO of Wayne Enterprises.

If it wasn't for Tim, the wonderful thing, the Drake family would definitely continue to replicate this generation-to-generation nurturing model. After more than a decade, there would be a Mr. Drake who was in the shopping malls, and the vigilantes. The crowd would be without a shrewd control-crazed Red Robin.

"Is this what my parents think?" When the two of them were lying on the hotel bed and waiting for sleepiness to strike, Tim threw this sentence out of the blue. Talking to himself, still looking for a response.

"Jason?" There was a sound of turning over from the bed next to Jason. He was absolutely sure that if he turned his head now, he would see Tibbo staring at him in the dark night. Thinking about it would be terrifying.

Well, at least now it is certain that this is asking for a response.

"Hey." Jason struggled for a moment between pretending to be asleep and making a quick decision, and chose the path of short pain, "You have to be more specific about the problem, Tibao, otherwise I don't know what you're referring to."

"I was talking about dinner today, about what parents expect from their children. I wondered... if I betrayed their expectations, I'm not a normal Drake." Tim took a deep breath and began to count My own abnormality, "I know I'm a freak, normal kids don't go out with a camera in the middle of the night to take pictures, I was a nerd at school, if I were put in a public school, I would be surrounded and bullied every minute. I Custody lawsuits have turned them into a laughing stock."

"Speaking of conscience, your parents have indeed gone too far in raising their children."

"But strictly speaking, they didn't starve me or abuse me physically. If it were a normal child... probably wouldn't have these problems."

Jason couldn't help turning over and jumping out of bed. He didn't even put on his slippers. He strode over to Tim's bedside, caught Tim's quilt in the shocked eyes, and held it up high. Covering Tim's whole body under the quilt, and tucking the corners of the quilt tightly, he patted the white human-shaped bulge vigorously twice: "You are a special kid, and you need a special growth environment—— Although I can't tell if it's good or bad for you to go to the old man, but you are a smart guy, the detective who is most likely to surpass B, use your detective logic, find out all the possibilities, and then choose one that makes you feel Do the one with the lowest possibility of regret, don’t tell me you can’t even do this.”

The humanoid quilt didn't respond, Jason raised his head and covered his face with his hands and sighed silently.

"Listen, Tibbo. You don't want to make a decision now, right away, right away. You have a lot of opportunities." Jason's mind flashed Thomas and Martha tormenting each other in the Flashpoint world, Wakanda's royal tragedy, and even It was Star Lord Peter's lifelong regret that he didn't hold his mother's hand on the sick bed. All these people—children who lost their parents, or parents who lost their children—compared with these people, they at least had a chance.

"Don't think about it too much. If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, it will affect your height, little Tibao." Climbing back to his bed, Jason couldn't help yawning, and covered himself with the quilt to welcome the sweet dream.

Half asleep and half awake, Jason didn't notice that the phone vibrated on the bedside. It was the latest news from Tim (the privacy setting is only for friends to watch). In the photo, one can vaguely see a bulging quilt roll.

The text accompanying the photo is only one sentence: "The idol covered me with a quilt with his own hands. It is impossible to get rid of this quilt, and it is impossible in this life."

In the corner is a thin black bat with a mini camera hanging on the air conditioner outlet. The soft belt buckle used to fix the camera is engraved with the name of the bat:

T-Bat.