[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Barry Allen is the kind of young man you can see everywhere in the central city. The only difference is that he neither eats and drinks at the home of his relatives and elders, nor rents a decent small apartment in the city as his own warmth. Instead of a small nest, they choose abandoned buildings, warehouses or other places that normal people would not consider living for a long time.

The reasons behind this kind of maverick are a bit complicated. One is because his only relative in the world is imprisoned for life in Iron Mountain Prison. Perfect for a little situation to share with your neighbors.

He moves quickly.In fact, he could probably claim to be the fastest man in the world—not "kind of" fast, but... fast.

Any person with correct three views and normal thinking logic, if he sees his neighbor moving in the corridor or stairwell like a group of invisible shadows every day, Barry has probably been notified to the state to take slices for experiments.

Closer to home, it's been a long, long time since Barry got his speed.When he really pissed off people he shouldn't have, he could use his speed to slightly stagger his body when they punched, and then pretend he was knocked down, or because some good luck made him dodge. Open fist.

But facing this guy who claimed to be the son of Batman... Barry lying on the ground simply chose not to play tricks, and pretended to be dead on the spot.

Barry feels that he is probably the worst homeowner in the world who is not the owner. If someone breaks into someone else’s house and commits violence against the owner, it is absolutely no problem to call the police for help. If he really calls the police, the second person will be arrested. He was the one who was handcuffed... Who told him to break into the empty house to make a nest?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Barry couldn't help but feel aggrieved, wanting to make himself a fool, "I'm poor and white, and I've never left Central City in my life. Once I go home, there will be two Someone hanging out in my house and messing with the uniform I designed! What did I do Batman to do to me?"

Jason looked at the Flash in front of him who wrote "baby is unhappy" in bold on his face, and looked at Damian's pair of dead eyes, he couldn't save him even if he went directly to hell to soak in the sewage source of Lazarus Pool With his dead fish eyes, he finally realized one thing.

The universe hates him, absolutely.

It seems that Damian's trust in him is like diving, and the stock market crash may not have fallen so fast.

Jason swears that he really didn't intend to let the Flash of this universe eat dirt for the first time. He just... wanted to express his dissatisfaction with the title of "Catman" a little, probably like a slap on his arm. Take a hard pat on that level.In Jason's imagination, Barry should easily dodge the first attack, and then he would secretly set a small trap during the pursuit to surprise Barry or something.

He didn't expect that after just a few feints, the Flash of this universe would fall for it. In order to evade his own attack, he kicked his left foot and his right foot and slid to the ground for a long distance before stopping.

Damian raised his chin at Barry: "This, is what you said is the best chance to go home?"

"At least he still has the Speed ​​Force." This was the only thing that didn't deviate from Jason's expectations, the great Speed ​​Force, "He just needs a little... practice."

"Are you sure it's just a little bit?" Damian didn't miss the childish behavior of someone who was lying on the ground listening to them, and blowing his bangs to pretend he wasn't listening.

Jason was silent for a moment, and decided to keep a little flexibility in his words: "...it depends on his learning effect."

***

Barry popped a slice of double-cheese pizza into his mouth, while vaguely summarizing the story he'd heard from Jason and Damian: "So, you're the son of Batman from an alternate universe who was killed by a Unidentified people sent here? And in your universe, I am also a hero, running super fast, so fast that I can travel through time and even travel in different parallel worlds, so you come to me and hope I can help you go home?"

"Basically that's it, pretty much." Jason lifted the lid off another box of pizza and moved it to Barry's hand to replace the one that was about to be eaten, "Listen, I know this sounds ridiculous, But if you..."

"No problem, I'll join!" Barry happily solved a whole box of big pizza by himself, and was about to attack the next box. At the same time, he ransacked Jason and even sneaked into the Amway membership meeting to learn all kinds of exciting membership The lines, the belly draft that had been brewing for a long time, was thrown into the trash can again by the other party's unscripted performance.

"Seriously?" Jason suddenly understood why the MLM organization was so prosperous.

"Seriously! 'The Flash' sounds super cool, and it sounds like I have a lot of friends in your universe. I really need to make friends. Do you know how hard it is to make friends? So specifically I'm going to How to do it? Is it okay to find a stadium to run laps for exercise? Or do we want to build a treadmill or something? There is a household appliance recycling factory near here. But can these things wait for me to hand over my job every day, because if I don’t work, I will run out of food, thank you, this pizza is really good, and you can eat it too, you’re welcome.”

Damian hadn't even finished the first slice of pizza yet, and Barry was already destroying the third box, and this was when he was eating and talking without paying attention.

"Slow down, Mr. Allen." There was a pizza box on Jason's lap, and there were a few slices lying scattered in it, which he salvaged from Barry for himself and Damian. "First of all, we have to……"

"Just call me Barry, we're friends, right? So what about your world? What's the difference between Batman and ours? Do you have Superman in your place? The news a while ago was really scary. The aliens are actually real. Never thought that first contact with aliens would come so soon so Vulcans and ghost baby Chucky really exist."

Damian has completely given up the possibility of communicating with the speedster Jiligulu's speechless way of speaking. Even Jason couldn't help but raise his volume and interrupt Barry who had started talking to himself.

"First of all, I don't know if Vulcans exist or not, and the ghost doll Chaji is possessed by an evil spirit, not an alien! Why on earth are you comparing these two together?" Jason took a deep breath He restrained himself in one breath so as not to overthrow this seemingly rookie Flash, "Secondly, what did you just say about your part-time job?"

It was Damian who was sitting in front of Barry's computer and typing on the keyboard to answer the question: "He takes orders to do web design, and judging by the amount of cases he takes... the business is not good."

"Hey, it's not easy for a personal studio to survive. It doesn't mean that I can join those well-known design companies. I can complete an order in just 10 minutes! I really thought I would make a lot of money." Barry held up the pizza and said Defend yourself.

Damian snorted noncommittally, and tapped the keyboard a few more times: "He still works part-time as a typist, and his income is not bad, but he was defrauded many times before he found a real typing job, and he is still making up for the losses he was defrauded. "

"That's really bad. Now I won't read the message if anyone tells me that they want to collect the membership fee." Barry said, suddenly raised his head and looked at Jason and Damian vigilantly, "You won't suddenly tell me Let’s talk about transfer payment or something, let’s say first that I won’t pay... You rushed to pay for the pizza money, and you can’t use it as an excuse to ask me to pay the membership fee!”

"Isn't this kind of thing to be asked at the beginning? Forget it, and then his third job is a domestic subcontractor, which is basically the main source of income to keep him from starving to death." Damian narrowed his eyes like Is unable to understand the text displayed on the screen, "Tag?"

"Oh, yes." Barry stuffed the last piece of pizza into his mouth, wiped his greasy fingers on his jeans under Damian's disgusted eyes, and rushed into the deepest part of the warehouse with a "swoosh". I dragged out a large box of tightly stacked, unassembled cartons, and a large stack of equally thick label stickers, "stick these stickers on the cartons, and then notify the packaging factory to pick them up." Goods, very simple and mindless work, the window responsible for me said that I was the most efficient outsourcer she had ever seen."

"Flash, use the Speed ​​Force to label it." Damian muttered in a low voice, then switched to Arabic. The content was basically saying how violent Barry was with the Speed ​​Force, and "Bart is more reliable than him." Spectrum," a speech that was absolutely impossible to hear a few months ago.

"I'll give you three days to complete your remaining work, call your contacts and post an announcement on your studio website—you're quitting." Jason's order made Barry stare wide He closed his eyes and showed an expression of extreme horror, "What's the matter? When we start training your abilities, you won't even have time to label, let me tell you."

"But, but where do I get the income?" Barry began to count how much money he needs to buy food every week with his fingers, "My speed will consume a lot of calories, so I have to eat non-stop, I can accept not Eating well every day - which is actually kind of unhealthy - but I'm at least getting enough calories to cover a normal amount of activity which means..."

Jason cut through Barry's panic about money before he was about to start rambling again: "I'll take care of the money."

"Uh, although Batman is supposed to be on the side of the good guys, but... please don't rob banks... or something like that?" Barry's expression made Jason guess what was going on in his mind without any detective skills at all. Such a scene.

Jason picked up his gear bag and started rummaging through it for the necessary supplies while asking a completely irrelevant question: "Do you know the average number of crimes per year in Central City, Barry?"

"I don't know, does it have something to do with the source of the money?" While talking, Barry had already quickly packed a table of food packages, and started to label the cartons. With his fast hands, only the flesh-colored shadows could be seen shaking.

Damian joins the conversation in good time and provides the numbers: "There are about [-] crimes a year in Central City, not counting minor offenses or crimes committed against minors who are not prosecuted. Violence The number of crimes is much lower than that of property crime and [-] per cent of property crimes have been identified as having the influence of local syndicates behind them."

"What do you mean?" Barry still didn't quite understand Jason's intentions. The world of heroes is really profound.

Jason has prepared all the equipment, put on the hood, and finally confirmed that the functions of the two guns are perfect and normal: "It means, we are not short of money. Also, Damian."

Having requisitioned Barry's computer, Damian turned the computer chair to face Jason as if sitting on a throne: "What are you doing?"

"He'll leave it to you." Jason gave Damian a thumbs-up, and then looked at Barry, who was almost halfway pasting the label, "Damian will help you train, and it's right to listen to him. Then the two Gentlemen, I will go first."

The figure of the hook gun with the red hood passed through the small window of the warehouse and rushed to the roof of the building next door.

Barry looked at him sitting in front of his computer, a child like the King of the Mountain, and for some reason felt a cramping in his stomach.

***

For less than a month, rumors about the "Red Hood" have been circulating among gangs in Central City.This guy who came out of nowhere kicked down several criminal gangs with a particularly bad reputation, which were quite despised even among the underworld, and helped himself to enclose a territory. All businesses continued to operate as usual, and all Red Hood takes [-]% of the revenue—smart guy, he didn’t challenge the authority of those big bosses, and he didn’t cut off the money of other gangs—it’s just a few more rules, not selling drugs to minors People, campuses are off limits.Someone once didn't take this new player's rules to heart. When he was rushed to the hospital, he scared and vomited several young rookie doctors.

As for Barry, he still visited his father in prison on time, and the first thing Henry said to him this time was: "Are you working out?"

It's not just about fitness, Barry smirked and confuses the topic, in fact, he was almost killed by that terrible devil bastard.Even in his dream, he could hear Damian's disdainful voice: "Even your grandson can crawl faster than you! Run! Alan, run!"

Batman's children are so scary, isn't Batman himself... a god-like existence!