[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

When Tim got an emergency call from Titan Tower, he kind of wanted to pretend he had bad reception, but everyone else—especially Bart, even if it wasn't a one-minute message—sounded like he wanted to. Crying anxiously, as a member of the Teen Titans with a sense of responsibility and honor, Tim had to put aside his pleasant little trip and prepare to rush to San Francisco.

"I don't think it should be a big problem."

Tim muttered as he took out unnecessary items from the luggage bag. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Jason who was reading a book and drinking tea beside him.

"Hmm." Jason turned the page of the book, still focusing on the reading material, and reached for his teacup on the table.

"I mean, I can understand Bart's tendency to dramatize things, he's basically a baby."

"uh-huh."

"But the strange thing is that other people are unwilling to explain the matter clearly, so it's better for me to go and see it myself, and I should be able to come back soon-after all, if something really happens, Connor will definitely be the first Didn’t you fly over to report the news?”

"uh-huh."

Tim stopped stuffing things into the luggage bag and taking them out again, squinting his eyes suspiciously and turning his head to look at Jason: "Are you really listening?"

Jason paused for a moment while turning the pages of the book, and moved his eyes slightly up to meet Tim's scrutinizing eyes. He tilted his head and replied with an innocent expression: "It makes sense, I completely agree."

"Great, you're not listening at all." Tim rolled his eyes, waved his hands up and then let them fall by his side as if giving up, slumping his shoulders dejectedly, "By the way, if you To really pretend you're listening, you have to at least add a few words to your autoresponder vocabulary — like 'of course', 'that's right,' 'is it?' and use them in rotation."

"Thank you for your suggestion." Jason moved his fingers, closed the book and touched his teacup with the other hand, toasting Tim, "Have a nice trip!"

Tim let out a groan as if he was being strangled, and stared at Jason, who was about to let go again, pleadingly: "Just... please don't provoke strange things while I'm away? For example The 'God and the Devil' incident or something, I really, really don't want to face B who's mad."

"Oh, please!" Jason drank the half-warm tea in one gulp, casually put the teacup and the half-read book on the small coffee table next to him, jumped off the sofa and put his hands on Tim's shoulders to make him stand up Come on, "I'll at most go to the Stanford campus, the bookstore, etc., and the crazy B is not so scary, although I can't stand his 'I'm very disappointed in you' eyes, and that Reads as 'we talk' and is actually the part where the old man babbles, but... well, we all survived."

"You don't understand, Jason." Tim looked as if he was going to explain light to someone who was born blind, full of powerless entanglement, "Neither you nor Dick have seen B, the most gloomy and most unbearable I have seen Liyu's days, and I am willing to pay any price, as long as I don't have to face B in that situation again."

Jason nodded slowly, as if infected by Tim's deepness: "Okay, okay. I'll be very-very low-key, if it makes you feel at ease, I promise I'll only breathe on the Stanford campus, maybe Have lunch with Sam or something without even going out on the street, okay?"

"You have to let the T-bat follow the film 24 hours a day."

"No!"

"must."

"I said no! You are cruelty to animals. You have been following the film for 24 hours and you still let it rest!"

"You come back to your hotel room before six o'clock every day, and T-bat can rest."

Jason folded his hands angrily, sticking to the bottom line and refusing to give in, until Tim sighed, picked up the T-bat with the camera in his hands, and said to the thin flying mammal with a sad face: "I will try to be as early as possible." Come back, hold on, boy."

T-bat's round eyes stared straight at Jason, its body looked extraordinarily small in Tim's hands, and a feeling of guilt welled up in Jason's heart.

"Six o'clock is six o'clock! You black-hearted little control freak!"

Tim headed to San Francisco in a victorious light.

***

Despite being followed by the T-bat, Jason still found a chance to get rid of the elusive little animal the next day, and spent an afternoon at Stanford talking with the dean of the department.When he finally achieved the purpose of the trip and shook hands with the dean of the department to say goodbye, Jason just wanted to go back to the hotel and have a good sleep—it was a kind of mental torture to talk to these serious old pedants—this kind of force Jason almost didn't notice the short figure standing outside the office door due to his sudden relaxation after the overheating.

"So even if Drake himself is not there, he still lets his bat act as a proxy for stalker behavior." The owner of the voice should not be in this place at this moment at all, "I propose to book a ward for him in Arkham, For the sake of the family name."

"Unless you want to see a Timothy Drake in Arkham, I don't recommend it." Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and remained silent for tens of seconds, hoping that all this was his Hallucinations, but when he opened his eyes and found that the green-eyed kid was still holding the T-bat angrily and looking up at him, Jason could no longer use the hallucinations to convince himself.

"Damian." Jason tried not to sound angry or dissatisfied with the situation in front of him, but simply asked, "Why are you here?"

Damian puffed out his chest, with a smug smile on his face, followed Jason's footsteps to leave the teaching building, and at the same time began to explain how much effort he had put in to get here——

"You forgot to bring your...clothes." Damian weighed the bulging backpack on his back, without thinking about it, he knew that Jason's red hood was stuffed inside. I really hope that the cat ears on it have been dealt with. "Even if you want to take a relaxing trip, it is not a wise decision not to carry enough protection to deal with emergencies. I should have known that I can't trust Drake's plan. His incompetence can't even make a simple travel plan. .”

"Now, that's going a little too far, Tim's schedule is pretty good, and he deserves a vacation away from B." Jason sternly corrects Damian's poisonous tongue, the world knows that Tim and Damian don't get along , despite gaining a subtle respect for each other on the mission, Damian still refused to let go of every opportunity to hack each other, "Old guys are always stressful, you know that."

"Hmph, it seems that he is the only one who has to bear the most pressure in the whole world." Damian curled his lips disdainfully, "This just shows his weakness."

"Okay, okay." Jason raised a hand to stop Damian from continuing to criticize Tim's hairstyle to the style of shoes he was wearing, "Going back to the original question, does anyone know you're here?" ? And... isn't it supposed to be school day?"

"If Drake can pass the exam early and travel, I have no reason not to - the school curriculum is far from my level, just looking at those ignorant students who can't even answer the most basic questions makes me feel Sadly, my talents and time should not be wasted on such a pointless act." Damian replied plausibly.

Jason reached out and took Damian's backpack, and weighed the weight inside. Robin's outfit should also be in it, except for the samurai | knife, and Damian's samurai | knife is like Dick's The short stick, like Tim's long stick, is an indispensable part of the uniform. He can't take a samurai knife on a civil airliner, and he can't drive from the east bank to the west bank by himself (the police are not so incompetent yet. ), it would take three days to transfer continuously by bus. Even if the old man didn’t find out, Ah Fu couldn’t turn a blind eye to Damian’s mysterious disappearance. Tim was hurriedly called away by the Teen Titans, and Damian appeared behind In front of him, the only possibility for all kinds of phenomena to intertwine with each other is: "Tell me that you didn't hurt the children of Teen Titans too badly."

"Of course." Damian looked up very proudly, "I have my own measure."

"It's best like this." Jason whispered, and led Damian to leave the campus, first went to the hotel to pack his luggage, and then went to a nearby cafe - according to the front desk staff of the hotel, this is "Famous shop with high popularity all the time" - Jason originally planned to come here to experience the legendary famous shop. If it is really good, he will bring some drinks and snacks for the poor Wen Che who is struggling in class Mr. Sturt, although the number of people has increased by one now, it has little impact on the plan.

The clerk who helped them take the order was a brunette man with a hippie smile and no seriousness at all. The name tag said "Gabi". He even had a lollipop in his mouth when he ordered, Damian's brows twitched from time to time at the sound of the moving sugar ball hitting his teeth.

"This store is unreasonable! Is it a corporate culture to eat snacks in front of customers while working?" When Gabi started to bite the lollipop in his mouth, Damian finally couldn't help it He began to throw eye knives at the other party, "Didn't your family teach you etiquette?"

"Wow, someone looks so angry!" Gabi was not affected by Damian's anger at all. He even took out another lollipop, grape flavor, from the apron pocket of the store uniform, and opened it. Putting the wrapping paper into his mouth, he sucked on two lollipops at the same time, looking like he was enjoying it, "You really have to learn to be more considerate, kid, have you ever heard the words 'put yourself in your shoes'?"

"You—" Damian's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was about to stand up from his seat, but Gabi pressed his shoulders with one hand and pushed him back into the seat. Under normal circumstances, Damian can easily be undetected by ordinary people With a small movement, he shook off the hand that touched him without consent, but in the face of Gabi's touch, no matter how much Damian wanted to shake off that hand, it was as tight as if it was covered in super glue. Sticking to his shoulders, what's even more strange is that Jason sat in his original position from the beginning to the end, maintaining the posture of flipping through the menu, without moving.

In fact, the entire restaurant looks like it's frozen except for Damian and Gabby.The barista at the bar is holding a milk froth jug and is pulling flowers for the coffee. The thick milk froth floats in mid-air in a way that absolutely violates the laws of physics. Twisting his waist in such a posture that his colleague passed through the narrow gap.

"Let go of me!" If eyes could kill, Damian would probably have shattered Gabi's body by now, "Now!"

Gabby shrugged and raised his hands high in a dramatic way like a magician performing on stage: "If you insist."

Following his movements, everyone's time began to flow again. The milk froth fell into the coffee cup, and the waiter holding the bowl finally stood up and sent the things to the back kitchen. Jason turned the menu and lifted I froze on the spot at first.

Damian is not in his seat.

"What the hell?" Jason blinked hard, stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the toilet and the entrance, but there was no sign of Damian, "Damian?"

The one who answered him was the waiter Gabi, who was holding two bare lollipop sticks in his hand, and was about to unpack the third lollipop stick to eat: "Oh, don't worry about that kid, you can wait until his interpersonal skills have improved enough." I'm back. Besides, I didn't intend to let the children leave home for too long without an adult, so you-"

Gabi snapped his fingers, and the Robin equipment and the red hood equipment that had been locked in the hotel appeared in Jason's hands in two large bags, one on the left and one on the right. Put the index finger and middle finger together at the end of the eyebrows, making a gesture that will be held later.

"You don't have to thank me, cat...Mr. Hood, just treat our two families as even!"

Carrying a big bag on the left and right, Jason, who had no hands to punch at that face, could only yell at the other side when he felt himself disappearing: "Then it's not cat ears! It's a leopard! "