[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason removed the belt buckle in the dark, and poked at the top lining of the coffin with the hook. The fabric was the best layer to attack, and the trouble was the layer of wood behind the fabric.

As the richest man in Gotham, Bruce, the material of this coffin is naturally unambiguous. Jason really didn't know whether to cry or laugh when he knocked on the lid to confirm the thickness.Well, at least he wasn't buried casually, but is such a solid coffin lid a test of his digging skills?

This universe must hate him, otherwise why use this perverted death game to welcome his own resurrection: if he can't dig through, he will suffocate to death?

"Isn't it just a coffin? I'm going to fight with you!" Jason ruthlessly poked the belt buckle into the top of the coffin repeatedly, digging out a hole, and the small metal frame in his hand kept going left and right towards the small hole. move.

The posture of lying down and raising his hands made Jason's hands numb and trembling, but he didn't have time to stop and rest. Every time he took a breath, he was one step closer to suffocation. After this threshold, there is room to consider the next step.

The only sound in the coffin was the rattling of metal and wood, and his own strange breathing.Jason vaguely remembered that the Joker seemed to perforate his lungs when he hit him, and that was probably the reason.Also, his whole body was in pain and wanted to hit the coffin. The most uncomfortable thing was his head. As long as he moved even a small angle, it would be as if someone had just used his head as a hammer.

"Damn clown, you better still be breathing!" Jason drilled viciously into the wooden board twice, "I want you to dig the coffin yourself."

The metal in his hand was stuck at an odd angle and twisted and deformed under Jason's force, announcing release from its service.

"F*ck!" Jason tried to snap it back, but the poor buckle only let out a final wail before snapping in two at the bend.

"I don't believe in the quality of big brands anymore." Jason tried to continue digging with two small metal rings, but he soon realized that this was impractical. A complete belt buckle is already difficult to use. It was said that it was broken into two pieces, and I couldn't even find the point to apply force.

"When I dig it out, I must find a pan-alloy belt buckle." Jason gritted his teeth, and directly dug his fingers into the small hole he dug before, feeling the sawdust piercing the skin and piercing the flesh, as well as the nail cap The stinging pain of wanting to scold a mother when it was lifted up.

The fact that it was raining outside was probably a customs clearance spree given to him by the universe.

The dirt was soggy, and with little effort he thrust his arm out, creating a vent.Jason actually cried when the fresh air rushed in, and there was the physical stimulation factor and the mood swings of the aftermath.He really didn't want to be the record holder for the fastest journey to the West after his resurrection.

It was night outside, but this was Gotham, and the night was no less lonely than the day.As long as he could reach the main road, he could stop people, and then...well, his head was getting dizzy.When Jason finally crawled half of his body out of the grave, he felt that the whole world was spinning, and his head seemed to have been shaken wildly in a can.

Jason had only one thought left, which was to leave the cemetery.

So he kept walking, and the strange tugging feeling from before returned.His whole body ached, his brain was about to explode, Jason stood hunched over in the middle of the road staring at the car rushing towards him, the screaming of the two people in the front seat was his last memory.

***

"Come on, Jason, answer me, where have you been old man?" Peter was locked on the shuttle boat going to the prison, and sitting next to him was the culprit who got him into this situation, a hot beauty with green skin Gamora.On the opposite side is the combination of raccoons and trees who intend to sack him as soon as they meet: Rocket and Groot.

This should be just a simple task. He went to get the expensive ball, and flew to Qaida to sell it to an intermediary before Yondu came.One in and one out, clear and clear, even an Oroni can do it.

To this day Peter doesn't know exactly why he's on his way to Kion Prison.First, Jason suddenly fell silent, no matter how he called, he didn't respond.Then a group of freaks claiming to be Ronan's subordinates came to grab his ball, well, everyone wanted treasures, and he could understand that.When he finally arrived at Qaida, when the agent heard Ronan's name, he kicked him out of the shop with the ball as if he had seen a ghost. Jason still didn't respond, which was too abnormal.Even if Jason was angry with him and wanted to engage in a silent cold war, it was time for him to speak up under the circumstances.

No.Jason seemed to have disappeared without a trace.It seems that in the past 20 years, he was really schizophrenic and now healed between the lines.

Peter hadn't figured out what happened in the galaxy, who Ronan was, and whether he had anything to do with Luo Dong who was beaten up by Jason a few years ago. He was on his way to jail after being beaten up on the street.

"Peter called Jason, please answer. Please, I really need you, brother. I don't care if you complain or scold me. Do you want me to sing for you? You can order any song! Or you can sing if you want , I will listen, please say something."

"Hey, man, what's wrong with you! You've read all the way, can you be quiet?" The raccoon——Rocket raised its lips and showed its sharp teeth at Peter.

"I'm Groot." His tree-man companion seemed to speak only his own name.

"Impossible, he can't be mentally ill, he looks normal, he must be faking." It's amazing that the raccoon can hear so many meanings from those three words.

"I'm Groot."

"Who can't talk to himself, if everyone who talks to himself is mentally ill, there will be no healthy people in the whole galaxy!"

Peter, the Nova Corps soldier in charge of the guard, knew him. He was not good at stealing when he first debuted. He was caught by this guy about fifteen times. He looked annoyed, probably because he was messed with by the tree and the raccoon. Peter felt a little sympathetic to him, the tree-bear attitude was really bad.

"Quiet, will you die suddenly if you don't talk!" Finally, the Nova Corps soldier couldn't take it anymore, picked up his baton and banged on the cabin, "Quiel, you're fine, take your time, how is Jason? "

"Jason's not good!" Peter was worrying about Jason's disappearance. This guy didn't open any pots, "If Jason is good, he's already beating you and shaking hands with your boss."

"That... that's really unfortunate, take care." The Nova soldier rubbed his face, returned to his seat and sat down.

Rocket raised his handcuffed hands and pointed at Peter, with an expression of dissatisfaction: "Why can he hurt our ears like this all the way!"

"Because he is a mentally ill person certified by the Nova Corps." The Nova Soldier showed Peter's diagnosis report to the rocket, "Don't worry too much, Peter is actually a very kind mentally ill."

"See!" Peter raised his chin at the raccoon, "Now I'm going to continue to call Jason, you do it yourself. Jason, buddy, talk to me!"

Rocket stared at Peter with big round eyes and continued to call Jason a few minutes ago, raised his claws in the air for a while, and finally hung down powerlessly: "What world!"

"I'm Groot." The tree man rubbed the raccoon to express comfort.

With a world-weary face from beginning to end, Gamora, who didn't say a word, turned his head away from the group of people and muttered: "A group of retarded people."

Kion claims to be the strictest prison of the Nova Corps. All the prisoners here are brutal and serious criminals. Even the jailers don't bother to care whether they love each other or kill each other in it, as long as they don't escape from prison.Peter could only watch helplessly as his Walkman, spaceship and ball were taken away, and the jailer was still listening to his music!

"That song is mine! Yah-!" Peter defended his music hard, and then he got an electric shock baton in the stomach.

This was the scene when Jason regained consciousness again. Peter was lying on the ground twitching, and a guy in a military uniform next to him stabbed Peter in the stomach with an electric shock baton with a vicious expression on his face.

——Mom, I don’t want to live anymore, do I?

Listening to the familiar voice in his consciousness, Peter couldn't tell whether he was crying with joy or being shocked. The keyword "Bruce" was finally spoken out completely after he stammered "Bu..." three times.

Jason didn't dare to guarantee anything else, but he would not lose to anyone in terms of endurance.When the electric shock baton was poked at him again, Jason lifted his legs and clamped the big stupid man's arm, rolled to the side and pulled him down to the ground. The handcuffs slammed down on the opponent's throat.

"Damn it." Jason managed to stun the prison guards, and peeled off Peter's Walkman and earphones and stepped aside.Just now he had seen the logo on the clothes of that unlucky guy, this was the Kion Prison.

The four drones had already surrounded him, pointing their guns at Jason threateningly, urging him to get away from the fallen prison guards.In addition, the substitute personnel rushed to the scene quickly, took away the Walkman, and transported it to the storage room together with Peter's other personal belongings.Jason was watched by drones the whole time, until he changed into a hideously ugly prison uniform and joined the other prisoners.

The other three criminals who were guarded with Peter looked at Jason with surprised eyes all the way, but Jason didn't pay attention to other people's mood at all.

--You're back!you are back!Haha, thank goodness you're back.Oh, and your move just now was really cool. That prison guard is no match at all, so cool.

"What the hell, I went back and dug a grave and you got yourself into the prison?" Jason looked around, there was no one in charge of the noisy prison, and as far as Jason could see, there were three groups of people. Fighting, the prison guards just overlooked all the commotion from the central monitoring tower, without any intention of intervening.

"Please tell me, this is a mission requirement. I came here to take something or kill someone." Jason couldn't believe his luck. He dug his own grave first, and now he has to go over another. prison?

— Well, actually, I didn't do anything.

Peter sounded especially innocent.It's as innocent as when he covered Yondu's fins with colorful feathers, and when he walked, there would be sequins sprinkled down.

"Hmm. To be honest, what did you do?" Jason noticed that a group of people seemed to pay special attention to these "newcomers", but it seemed that they didn't simply want to show off the prestige of the boss. All with resentment, and it is directed at a certain person.

—what did I do?Didn't I just sell a ball?Not sold yet!I mean it, I got robbed before I sold the ball, got sacked and kidnapped, and then I was sent to jail.If you ask me, I'm a victim.

"That's it. Who would be so bold as to snatch our 'Star Lord'?" Jason followed the gaze of the crowd and turned around, looking at the green-skinned woman who was angrily thrown and scolded by other prisoners.I didn't look carefully just now, but now Jason realizes that this is still a celebrity.

--she!She stole me!And the raccoon and the tree in the back, they put me in a sack!

From Peter's tone, Jason could hear the intention of "kill them for me quickly".

"Have you messed with Ronan? That woman is his weapon. What about the ball? If Ronan wants that ball, it's not an ordinary thing. You'd better not let it fall into other people's hands."

The involvement of Ronan was beyond Jason's expectations. This crazy Kree is basically a violent version of a political fanatic. The recent Kree-Qaidar peace treaty has already driven Ronan and his gang into a rage.Jason originally had a fluke mentality, thinking that if he just went to Qaida to sell something and left, he wouldn't be so unlucky, but it seemed that luck was never on his side.

— the ball was taken away with my other belongings.What the hell is that? Gamora knows but doesn't say anything. When the intermediary heard that Ronan wanted the ball, he was so frightened.By the way, you just said that you went to dig a grave... what does that mean?Have you possessed someone else?

"Take things one at a time, you said the raccoon and the tree are going to put you in a sack, why?"

Jason looked at the fluffy Rocket Raccoon. He had to make a fist to suppress the urge to touch that head. Jason has never been resistant to small animals. The bats in the bat cave sometimes give birth to babies with birth defects , if he picks it up, he will carefully raise the cubs until they can find food on their own before putting them back into the cave.

"God, you are really mentally ill." The raccoon came to Jason with his big tail wagging, and looked up at him with sympathy, "When I get the bounty, I will bless you not to be tortured too much by Yondu." awful."

—Yondu offered me a bounty?

"Yondu put a reward on Peter?"

Ah, that makes sense.Yondu probably found out about Peter sneaking away, and this is basically against the rules. If there is an errand to be done, everyone should do it together and share the dividends. There is no such thing as Peter.Otherwise, everyone in Breaker is just waiting for the finishing knife to grab a ready-made one.

"You're talking like you're not Peter Quill. But don't try to fool me with that, I'm pretty sure you're the one offering the bounty!" The raccoon raised his slender forelimbs and pointed at Jason, while his treant partner looked like a The dutiful bodyguard stood behind the raccoon: "I'm Groot."

"Don't worry, you're looking for the right person, but I'm really not Peter." Jason stretched out his hand to the raccoon, smiling expectantly, "Get to know each other? I'm Jason."

——He'll bite you, that raccoon is so fierce...it's unscientific!

Peter watched as Rocket stretched out his little paw and put it on Jason's hand, letting Jason shake it.He shook his head and covered his face with his paw and said, "Poor thing, you're really sick." ("I'm Groot.")

Why did Jason shake hands, but he was fired｜｜shot｜｜｜gun by a raccoon?Obviously everyone is the same mental illness!

***

The cell in Chien Prison is a large bunk, and a large group of people are sleeping in disorder. After Peter tried to push the leg on his belly away for the third time to no avail, he could only choose to ignore it. Let's chat with Jason.

"Honestly, you scared me earlier. I thought you were missing."

—Well, technically, I'm not there.When I came back to my senses, I went back to my universe.

"What? How?"

— who knows?In short, when I opened my eyes, I found that I was lying in my own coffin, and all the injuries on my body were still there before I died. I had to dig out the coffin so that I would not suffocate in it.

Peter didn't reply for a long time, and when he spoke again, there were only two words: "Damn."

--Sucks.

Jason couldn't agree more.

"So... this means that you are actually alive? You are no longer a ghost, right? Ghosts are transformed by dead people, but you are alive now. Do you want to go back?"

—I... I don't know.I should want to go back, but when I really come back to life, I don't have the time to think about it. I just want to dig a way to survive, at least not to die again.When I do dig it out, I'll be back here.

"Oh." Peter's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he pursed his lips in embarrassment. "Sorry, I guess it's because of me that you were pulled back. I've been calling you all the time."

——It’s hard to say, don’t think about these things, it’s more important to think about how to escape.

"But...well, I guess you're right. You're usually right." Peter sighed, continuing to look up at the bare tin roof, "but you'd go back if there was a way. That's your house, your father and brother are over there, right?"

—I guess... yeah.I want to see my dad, but... he sure doesn't believe in the resurrection of the dead and will definitely drag me in for a full body check to make sure I'm not some evil K||||||

"Ha! No way, generally speaking, when you see a son who has been resurrected from the dead, wouldn't you be moved to runny nose and tears?" Peter suppressed a smile, and the place on his stomach that was hit by the electric prod was aching, "But you really I said that your father is the most paranoid and suspicious hero in the world."

--he is the one!And I promise no one can surpass him.And he can't stand the existence of "I don't know". For him, there is no such thing as a miracle. He has to find out "why" even if he digs three feet, not to mention the fact that he puts trackers on everyone in his family. Never less, the control freak old man with emotional barriers.

"But you still love him." Peter closed his eyes like a philosopher, and even made a gesture of sitting in meditation, "You love him so deeply that you even ruined the decoration of my room."

——It's home-style, gothic.

"I'm pretty sure the gothic style isn't like that, how do you tell me to take the girl back?" Peter felt dizzy when he thought of his house full of bats on the boat, not to mention that the AI ​​pet only recognized Jason, How it did it was completely beyond Peter's comprehension.

——You have held hands with the girl before we discuss this issue. Discussing this before holding hands is just a meaningless fantasy.

"Who do you think is to blame that I can't hold the girl's hand? It feels like you saw a girl you like, but in the end, your mother is watching you from behind you the whole time, so you can tell me that you can get a girl!" As soon as Peter said this, he felt like he was going to collapse. Every time he saw a beautiful woman, she was also interested in him. Before he could say a word, Jason would say "Oooohoooo!" behind his back, and then thank you again contacted.

——Well, I actually caused you so much trouble unintentionally.It seems that I have no choice but to go home early.

Jason's tone of pretending to be hurt made Peter bite his palm so as not to burst into laughter in the prison.He didn't want to be beaten up for disturbing people's dreams.

"I will miss you. Also... If you go back and continue to be a hero, remember to grab me when you need help. I will definitely fly over immediately." Peter said very seriously.

Jason was not unmoved, but they had a real problem to face, that is:

——You make it sound like traveling across the universe is like going next door to play cards.

"Will you die if you touch me for one more minute?"

——Good question, I will answer you when you come to find me alive.

Peter was about to retort when he saw a group of prisoners rushing past Gamora, remembering their hatred for Gamora earlier... He quickly crawled out of the crowd and followed behind in the shadows .He didn't know Jason's distress in his mind, leaning his forehead to the sky and sighing.

***

Gotham City: Wayne Mansion

Bruce looked expressionlessly at the teenager who ran to the door and claimed to know Bruce Wayne's secret.

"Son, where's your adult?" Bruce took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the parent of the other party. He is not in the mood to deal with the children's gossip.

The kid, Tim, waved his hand nonchalantly, took out a few pictures of Batman and Robin from the slung bag and handed them to Bruce.That Robin has Dick, but it's more Jason.And I don't know if it was intentional or a coincidence, but every picture of Jason's Robin is very beautiful.

There was even a photo of Jason half-kneeling on the wall. Bruce remembered that Jason was clearly not used to wearing elf boots, and he knelt down until his fingernails hurt.But in this photo, there is actually a hint of solemnity like a knight's declaration.

"Bruce Wayne." Tim pointed to Batman in the background behind Robin.Bruce's eyebrows twitched.

"Richard Grayson." Tim pointed to Robin in the first photo.Bruce felt like he couldn't hold his phone anymore.

"My Jason." Tim directly held up the photo of Jason's foot pain to cover half of his face, only showing a pair of blue eyes looking straight at Bruce.

Bruce rubbed his sore temples, sideways to let Tim enter the mansion.The latter clenched his fist and thought he was doing a victorious gesture secretly.

"Tell me, what are you here for?" Bruce omitted the extra politeness, and calmly evaluated the possible demands of the boy in front of him with his arms folded.

Tim swallowed, took a deep breath, stepped forward and stopped three steps in front of Bruce, raised his head and stood up straight: "Mr. Wayne, I—"

Bruce raised his hand suddenly to signal him to stop, and then made a palm-up motion.

Tim was stunned for a second, and then he would be happy to send all the photos he just took.Bruce looked at them one by one, picking out the last one Tim had, the photo of Jason.

"Before we start talking, kid, there's something I need to make clear to you." Bruce looked scarier than the toughest teacher at Tim's school.

"Yes, sir." He could only try his best to look obedient and obedient so as not to cause trouble. In the past, he used this trick to avoid the scrutiny of the school teachers.

"It's Jason, not 'your' Jason." Bruce narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Forget it this time, there will be no next time, you know? This is my son, not just anyone else's."

Immediately, Tim realized that there was something wrong with what he blurted out, and nodded with a pale face: "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I will never do it again sir."

"Very good." Bruce nodded, and decided to let the frightened child go for now, "Now, why are you here?"

"Uh, I'm here to propose." Tim looked up into Bruce's cold eyes, and the determination in his eyes surprised Batman, "I hope that I will continue to be Robin instead of Jason. This is my proposal Book, please read it!"

Bruce looked at the A4 document "On Why Batman Needs Robin" handed over by the skinny boy, not quite sure why his life became what it is today.