[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason yelled his throat until he lost his voice in the safe room, and then resigned himself to his fate and came out.No matter what, he couldn't lock himself inside and ask his mother for help just because of an idiot, that would be too embarrassing.

When he stepped out of the safe room, Tim was still holding the coffee that Jason gave him and standing there in a pair of shorts. When the two of them made eye contact, their cheeks flushed quickly, making Jason wonder why he didn't have high blood pressure yet. Fainted?He casually took two casual home clothes from the closet and threw them at Tim. The boy caught the clothes without putting down the coffee cup, and didn't even spill the coffee.The sense of balance is good, as long as he doesn't stare at the home clothes with such touching eyes

"For God's sake, clothes are for wearing, not for viewing!" Jason sighed, his hands hanging limply to his sides, "Before you ask, you can keep them." That suit. You're welcome."

Tim let out a thin scream, very much like the sound that groupies make when they see their idols.Then he began to quickly put his pants on his legs. The amazing thing was that he didn't put down his coffee cup during the process. Jason didn't even know how he did it?It was as if the coffee cup had been attached to his hand, a part of his body.

Is this some new kind of bat training?

Tim with his clothes on doesn't look so perverted anymore. Compared with the shirtless Tim who blushed at Jason just now, although he is still blushing now, the visual damage is obviously not that great.

"Now, go and sit down. Drink your coffee, and then we'll talk." Jason pointed to the sofa, no doubt that someone had obediently hopped over to sit down, and he picked up the tablet and started typing— Damian's curse has filled the entire screen, and he is still describing all the details of how to take Drake's intestines out.

Xingjue: Take it easy, I've got the situation under control

Star Lord: don't worry

Star-Lord: I have dealt with scarier perverts, stalkers are a piece of cake

After 3 minutes, Damian passed a "Okay" that seemed unwilling across the screen.

Prince of Stars: I agree to temporarily postpone the execution time

Xingjue: ...Thank you, Your Highness

Jason's own coffee was getting a little cold.He simply pulled out the entire coffee pot from the warmer, filled a large cup for himself, brought it to the living room with the cup, and put it on the coffee table.

"Come on yourself, Tibbo." Jason sat down next to Groot, the sofa shook due to his weight, and the little tree figure stumbled out from under the blanket to look at Jason blankly, After confirming that no one would die suddenly, his head tilted and he went back to sleep.

"Is that... Damian's tree?" Tim pointed to Groot, who was sleeping soundly under the blanket. "It moved."

"'He' is Groot." Jason deliberately emphasized the personal pronoun, "and strictly speaking, he is not anyone's tree, he is himself. It's just that so far he has no intention of breaking up with us. .”

"But, how?" Tim tugged at his hair, his expression mixed with surprise and inquiry, "I mean, poison ivy plants, those mutant piranhas, they move because of poison ivy Manipulation, but this tree—Groot, is he autonomous?"

"100% complete." Jason gave a thumbs up, and interrupted Tim when he was about to continue asking about the Ents, "Stop, we're not here to discuss Groot, and if you have any questions about him What are your interests, you can ask him yourself when he wakes up."

"Uh, I think you're right, sorry, I just..."

"I know, Damian also asked a lot of questions when he first met Groot. He doesn't care about it." Jason shrugged, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands Shaking, "Now it's time for me to ask, Tibbo, what the hell are you doing?"

Tim blinked his rounded eyes like an owl: "Huh? I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"This whole 'Red Robin'! What are you doing?" Jason really couldn't figure it out. If Tim knew his identity, it meant he knew that the second-generation Robin didn't disappear but died. This should be enough to wake up most of the fans who want to be teenage heroes, especially Tim is the smart one.But it happened that this clever kid fell headfirst into this circle of heroes!

The red face of the boy sitting in front of him faded away little by little, replaced by a panicked expression, which you can often see in classic disaster movies, when the protagonist recovers from the chaos and finds that the whole When the world has gone "Boom!", they have the same expression on their faces as Tim.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!" Tim began a flurry of apologies, and Jason swore to God he had no idea what the kid was feeling guilty about, "I never, not for a second , I want to replace you, Jason, please, please believe me!"

"What the hell?" This was the only line Jason could think of at the moment, "Who is telling you about replacement or not! That's about me and Bruce! What I'm asking is do you know what you're doing? You May die! Do you know what that means?"

Tim nodded quickly, as if someone was going to smack him if he was too late: "I know. Of course I know. But...someone has to do something. You died, Jason. You can't see what happened next What, but I saw it, and I saw everything that happened after that."

"Batman, he... changed. After you died." Tim's voice sounded rather heavy, the kind of heavy that shouldn't be in a teenager, "After the Joker messed with the UN General Assembly, Batman Almost never. Even when he appeared, he became rough and sloppy, he would directly break into the party of the drug cartel alone, and single out a dozen or twenty heavily armed gangsters on the other side's territory. All he caught All the prisoners were beaten to death, whether it was the ringleader or the young man who didn't even know the name of the boss."

Tim stopped and glanced at Jason secretly, as if to make sure that the other party would not suddenly lose control of his emotions: "There are also rumors that Batman is crazy because he searches everywhere for magic, witchcraft and other messy rituals I've personally seen Mr Kent leave Wayne House at least twice since those rumors started, and he didn't look happy at all."

"Wait, you even followed my dad?" The more Jason listened, the more he felt that there was something wrong with these descriptions. The previous ones could have been heard from news reports or Internet gossip, but Da Chao left Wayne House?twice?

"No! Again I don't stalk, I 'follow', there's a subtle difference between that. And I'm not following Batman all the time, my house is right next door to yours remember? I set up a super powerful telescope ...What's the matter? I was very worried about Mr. Wayne after hearing the news!"

"Most people come to visit or call when they are worried about others, but...forget it, I didn't say it, so what? You handed in a resume, and then? Welcome to join the ranks of bat vigilantes?" Jason felt that he The skull began to throb, this must be the lack of caffeine intake, it must be.

"No, I tried to convince him that Batman needs Robin. He said the same thing as you at the beginning, told me it was dangerous and you could die if you weren't careful, but I finally convinced him. I told him You're my friend, and I wish I could help my friend, help you—save his own life from your dad. He was in a bad moment, Jason, I don't know how to put it into words, but Losing you made him live in pain every minute. I even think that the only thing that kept him alive at that time was that he hadn't found the ritual to resurrect you without side effects."

Tim sat upright, and said solemnly as if he was being interviewed by an interviewer:

"If it helps you, your dad never accepted me as Robin. He said 'you're not going to be Robin' to my face, Robin will always be yours to him, The name died with you. You may not be Batman's first Robin, but you're the one he'll never forget. And Dick, when he knew I wasn't Robin but Red Robin, he said 'well, Robin is probably the only good thing I ever gave Jason'."

Jason didn't know what to say.When he had just learned that Bruce had found a new sidekick, he was pissed off.He thinks Bruce found another substitute while talking about taking him home, and while he was drifting in another world, his family lived the same day-to-day life as if nothing had changed.Then he discovers that this substitute is someone he calls a friend, who he feels is being used, who came to him just to get close to Batman.

But now it seems that his anger is just a joke, just like what Da Kela said, he is a mass of burning anger, always thinking of taking the lead.If Daquela was still there, she would whip his calf again.

"So, do you think you've helped? Bruce, is he better?" Jason tried to do what Daquera had taught him, embrace his anger, find the light, let that light shine.

why is he angryBecause Bruce found a replacement?

——No, it’s not such a superficial reason, I have to look deeper.

Because the replacement means Bruce wants to get rid of Jason?

Why?Would Jason be so mad at anyone trying to get over him?

——No, that’s not the case, keep looking.

Because Jason loves Bruce, and no one wants to be forgotten by the one they love.

And if we love someone, we want that person to be okay, even after we're gone.

- Found it, this is the light.The light at the center of black rage.

Now it was Tim who was dumbfounded.He was obviously expecting Jason to yell at him that he was lying or that it was all an excuse, and he definitely wasn't expecting the question.

"Uh... much better? I guess? He's still into the Dark Arts, but at least he's less suicidal now, we just need to be more vigilant about the week before or after your death date. I think the pictures would really help." Seeing Jason's questioning eyes, Tim continued to explain obediently, "I brought him a lot of photos of you. When one of my distant aunts passed away, I heard her family say that it's a pity that I didn't take more photos for my aunt. Photos, now even if she wants to recall memories with relatives and friends, she doesn’t know where to start. I think it would be helpful for Bruce to recall more happy things between you, so I sorted out a lot of photos for him.”

Jason didn't want to make any more fuss, and asked where the photo came from. This kid is not a normal person.Look, how quickly he adapts to society!

"Thank you, Tibbo."

"You're welcome, you should, you should." Tim chuckled, pointing to Jason's red hood piled up on the cabinet by the door along with his coat and pistol, "I mean, I wanted to ask just now , Bruce is tracking down a 'Red Hood' recently, your hard hat looks cool!"

Looking back at the slightly scratched hood, Jason turned around again and showed Tim the perfect Wayne's foolish reporter smirk: "Yeah, the red hard hat has too many syllables, and the red hood sounds like syllables." It’s compact and catchy, with a little bit of history. I think it’s good.”

"Ah, that's right. The meaning is profound." Tim also blinked, and responded with a smile not inferior to Jason's, "But don't you think this historical significance is a bit...negative?"

Jason raised his eyebrows at Tim, who started to swipe around in circles, not a bad guy.

***

In the Batcave, Nightwing lay on the examination table for their good butler, Fu, to check him up and down to make sure he didn't suddenly have any problems due to internal injuries.

"I'm serious, Fu, I'm fine! That car didn't even touch my fingertips! Ouch!" Dick couldn't help arching his body and wailing when Fu's hand was on his stomach With a sound.

"I'm afraid the bruise won't go away." Alfred gently began to test along the point where Dick cried pain, and after confirming that the smiling young man on the examination table did not hide more serious injuries, he took off the wound. He dropped the latex gloves for medical use, nodded and gave permission.

Dick jumped off the exam table almost instantly, as if the chair was going to bite him in the ass.Alfred can only comfort himself, being able to run and jump means that the young master is not in danger of life, but he still has to play the role of Sui Sui Nian, reminding the family's vigilantes that they don't have a body of steel: " You should pay more attention to your own safety, Master Richard. It is not every day that you are lucky not to be hit by a car because of the enemy's attack."

"Speaking of which," Dick tilted his head, "I don't think the Red Hood is trying to attack me. More like... saving me?"

Batman consulted the traffic monitor at that intersection in front of the Batcomputer, and slowly replayed the moment when Nightwing and Red Hood had a brief encounter.In the picture, Red Hood is falling on his back towards the road, and Nightwing is on top of him.The out-of-control car rushed towards the two people, and the simulation screen started to run from this moment:

If Red Hood doesn't attack Nightwing, he can lie flat on the ground and let the bottom of the car brush past him, or roll away immediately when he lands. Instead, Nightwing's whole body is on the impact track, twisting in the air It was too late for the body to get out of the impact range.

But when Red Hood knocked Ye Yi out, he landed on the wheel instead. If his reaction speed was even a second slower than the monitoring screen, the car would directly crush Red Hood's neck.In the film, the body of the car almost passed against his hood, that is to say, even if he escaped the tragic death of the wheel, if he did not maintain a good angle, he would end up being hit in the face by a car and died.

"I understand." Dick looked at the picture on the bat computer with a heavy face. "He wants to hate me to die. Save me. I hope it's not the former, because... I honestly can't think of anyone who could hate me that much. It sucks to have a sworn enemy for no apparent reason."

The bat hood is pushed back, and Bruce gives Dick a "serious" look, trying to zoom in a few frames to see the details.

"It seems that the possibility of the latter is quite high, congratulations! Master Richard, you seem to have an unknown admirer." Alfred pointed to the gun holster on the waist of the red hood on the screen, and the two handles | Gun.

If Red Hood wanted to kill Nightwing, he could have shot him to death without waiting for the car to hit him.Hell, he didn't fire a single shot when Batman and Nightwing were chasing him, and when he jumped onto the back of the truck it was more of a shot.

"Wait, I'm just joking!" Dick took a step back. Crazy admirer or sworn enemy, which one is better?It's even more troublesome to say that crazy admirers!

"I swear I haven't provoked any men, I'm straight and straight." Dick tried hard to remember if he had done anything that caused misunderstandings, but judging by the size of the red hood, he was almost as good as Bruce, how could he I will never hook up with this type of person, and I don't want to go to Xinnippori to find my brother to discuss philosophy!

"Or maybe he recognizes us under the mask." Bruce studied the surveillance clips from earlier times, especially the moment when Red Hood took out the hook gun.

If he read correctly, the hook gun was almost identical to the one they used.He recovered the hook head used by the Red Hood from the lamp post. If he was right, even the material and proportion of the alloy would be the same as their hook gun.

Mask or no mask, Red Hood knows them all very well.

"We have to re-examine the case of the dismemberment of the spokesperson and the case of the Chinese restaurant." Bruce couldn't help being frightened when it came to secret identities. Damian, everyone at Wayne Enterprises, Dick's colleagues in the police department, would all be potential victims.

But if Tim could have deduced Batman's identity at such a young age, why couldn't someone else, their enemy, come to the same conclusion?

"Speaking of which, don't you think it's weird? Red Hood inhumanly cut a guy in an office to pieces, and he didn't kill any of the guys with knives and guns in the room? I don't know how you Thinking about it, I don't think the two cases are done by the same person." Dick took the ointment that Afu handed him, and applied it on the stomach that was hit by the red hood.

"It's hard to say. The dismemberment case may be due to personal enmity. The motive for the new case cannot be determined yet." Bruce temporarily saved the files related to the red hood, and restarted the search for Red Robin.

Their original action was to find Tim. The incident with the Red Hood was an unexpected episode, but they didn't expect that the mystery brought about by this episode would get bigger and bigger.

"Dick, how's the dock discovery?"

"Ah...that's false news. The kidnapped is the son of the Morrison family. They didn't call the police for fear that the kidnappers would tear up the ticket. I've already dealt with it." Ye Yi smiled bitterly. He was glad that the child was fine, but he didn't Denying that for a brief moment when he found out it wasn't Tim who was tied up, he wanted to let go.

"Master Timothy is a smart boy. I believe he will find a way to contact us soon no matter what the predicament is." Alfred tried to calm the anxiety of the master and the young master, reminding them that there is still room in the house. There is a person who needs to be cared for, "Master Damian seems to be very tired. I believe that although he doesn't show it on the surface, he is actually very worried."

"Yes, Damian." Dick patted his forehead, took a few breaths to adjust his emotions, "I'll go up and have a look, don't worry, Bruce, I can handle him."

Bruce nodded gratefully.

The Batcomputer prompts for an anonymous message, which is unusual.There are only a handful of people who know how to contact Batman through private channels, and none of them will remain anonymous.

Bracing himself for the hacker, Bruce opened the message.

It was a photo, more precisely, a selfie.

Two people poked their heads out to look at the camera, one was Tim they were looking for, the other... his face was painted over.Covered in graffiti of a Red Hood.

"Wait for you, Bruce (heart)"

Below the selfie is a line of handwriting (Tim's handwriting), ending with a drawing of a heart floating just above Tim's outstretched hand for the camera.

The Batcomputer's console had to be replaced again.