[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Dick sat up from the bed in a daze, with some hot pain on his face, but when he reached out his hand, it was the rough touch of the breathable adhesive tape.It seemed that someone had applied the medicine for him. While rubbing the gums from the corners of his eyes, Dick lifted the blanket and saw that his feet were also covered with dressings fixed with breathable adhesive tape. He was changed into pajamas with cartoon patterns.

But where is it?Dick shook his head vigorously. He was quite familiar with this drowsy feeling, which was a side effect of anti-inflammatory drugs.But he has to figure out what's going on, he remembers the night watch, he remembers going to a new development to investigate the latest child pickpocketing ring, so he splits up with B, but the mutant piranha... ah, yes, He was swallowed by poison ivy's piranhas.The last time she escaped from prison, Poison Ivy clearly expressed her dissatisfaction with cutting down the forest to cover the mansion, probably at that time she left the seeds that were not cleaned up.

Dick remembered that as soon as he jumped over it, the flower came out of the ground—underground, really—and devoured him.Like Super Mario's trap.He wasn't too worried. No matter how the poison ivy flower mutated, it would take him a long time to digest it, not to mention that the uniforms of their vigilantes were specially treated, and anti-corrosion was a must.He only needs to wait for B to find out that he has not responded to the call, and then find him!As for B's lecture, uh... well, he's a little distracted, after all, he's really pushing his limits after looking for Damian first, then Red Hood and Tim, and Gotham's [-]/[-] criminals.

But now it seems that the person who saved him was not B.So no matter who this friendly citizen is, Dick feels that he should thank him first, and then discuss the matter of secret identity.He's actually not as nervous about his secret identity as Bruce is. Of course, Dick agrees that the vigilantes shouldn't make a big splash about their usual identities, but to be honest, there are one or two on their side, and they know Normal people in situations definitely help.

In fact, Dick suspects that his superiors at Bluhaven have already guessed that he is Nightwing, but the tension between the police and the vigilante has not been resolved.After all, there are still more good people than bad people in the world!Dick was thinking optimistically, while looking at the room he was in. The neatness and cleanliness of his apartment were completely different worlds. A bright red eye-catching hood was placed upright on the bookshelf, and there were two guns next to it, one with the muzzle facing left. , one muzzle facing right, staggered up and down on the gun rack.

Wow!It turns out that Red Hood's room is so tidy and clean, I must learn from him--that's no wonder!

Dick checked the gun mounts, there was no small device like a siren, and he took one, checked the bullets, and stashed it in the back of his waist.Nightwing doesn't use a gun, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use a gun. He passed the shooting test with the highest score in the class during the police academy training.Now he was on the territory of the Red Hood, although he didn't know why the other party would put the guns where he could reach, but this did not prevent Dick from equipping himself with a weapon just in case.

There are voices outside the door, two... no, three.The third voice couldn't be heard clearly through the thick door panel. Dick took a deep breath, leaned on the door sideways, and turned the doorknob in slow motion, revealing a gap for the voice to come in:

"We're going to prepare 56 grams of unsalted butter at room temperature, 108 grams of sugar, and beat the two until feathery..." The voice Dick doesn't recognize, and it sounds like a TV show, a cooking show?

"Okay, pause this way." It's Tim's voice!Dick almost couldn't help but slammed the door open and rushed out, but he got himself under control in an instant. If this was really Tim, he had to figure out where Tim was.

The cooking show's voice had stopped, replaced by another muffled male voice, possibly Red Hood's.

"What? You just do it." The voice of the Red Hood sounded a little impatient, and Dick hoped that he would not do something rough to Tim, otherwise he would not promise to show mercy, even if the Red Hood was saved. He did the same twice.

"I don't understand, what is feathering? And why does it have to be at room temperature? Don't you think it's troublesome? We spend so much time waiting for these materials to de-ice to room temperature, and finally they have to be baked in the oven, right? Isn't everything mixed together the batter we want?" Tim threw out a series of questions, and a series of question marks appeared in Dick's mind.

Why did he think it sounded like Tim was baking with Red Hood?And why did he ask the Red Hood these questions? Could it be that the Red Hood is actually a pastry chef?

"The reason for room temperature is to let the air melt into the softened cream. Why do you think the cake is fluffy? Because there is air in it. If it is too hard and lumpy, the final baked thing will be hard. Yes. If you don’t beat it now, after the butter is all melted, what you beat out will separate from oil and water.”

Red Hood really explained it.Dick pushed the door open a little more in surprise, walked sideways to the corridor, and slowly came close to the kitchen by leaning against the wall, where he could hear the electric mixer humming, and the cooking basin being The sound of the beater hitting all the time.

After about three or four minutes, he heard the voice of Red Hood calling for a stop:

"Okay, it's feathery, you can hardly feel the sugar when you touch it. The first one you hit feels like a scrub, so it's too dry."

"Whoa, whoa!" Tim sounded as if he had discovered a new world, "So it is! I think my steps are all imitating yours, so why are things so different!"

Is this really a baking classroom?Dick thinks he doesn't have enough brains, didn't he say that Red Hood kidnapped Tim?Why did it become Tim learning to bake with Red Hood?

"The eggs are down, go on beating. Did you sift the flour?"

"Not yet, why sift?"

"It's the same reason as whipping butter, the air needs to be even, and the flour is easy to clump." Red Hood explained, and at the same time, he did something that Dick didn't expect. Get Dick up and sift the flour, and the two of you sift faster together."

"What!" Dick hadn't expected his and Red Hood's first meeting under the mask to be like this.

With someone else's pistol in his belt, he lay on the wall like a thief.The owner of the house was wearing home clothes, the hair on his forehead was pulled into a small jiujiu and fixed with duckbill clips, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and there were flour and dried batter lumps on his palms.

But these are not the point, the point is that face - although mature, Dick still recognized it at a glance.It was Jason, the Jason who should be dead, the Jason who Bruce was crazy about trying to resurrect.

He stood before Dick alive, with the same blue-green eyes as before, but noticeably taller and stronger.There's also a lot of "Bruce" features popping up that weren't obvious before, like the line of his jaw, his ears, that build... Seriously, there's so much "Bruce" that Dick doesn't feel comfortable.

Ah, for example, like now, with squinted eyes.

"Dick, you're up." Jason snorted, his eyes stopped on Dick's hands that were vainly covering his back, "Very well, go wash your hands, and then sift the flour."

"What?" Dick felt like an idiot, he could only repeat those two words, especially under Jason's expression of course.

"Hurry up, we're in a hurry! This is a muffin cake for Alfred. Now only my first one has succeeded. Tibbo has already failed once. If he fails this one, we won't have time for the fourth one. Now, go and help sift the flour, hurry up!"

Dick was still immersed in the doubts of "how did little wings become Bruce 2.0". As soon as Jason urged him, he hurriedly followed the sound of the mixer to the kitchen, and found one by one that was covered in flour, butter and egg juice. Tim, holding the stainless steel conditioning basin, was struggling with the mush inside.

"That's enough, enough, enough, stop beating, now hurry up and sieve the flour, this bowl has to be sifted, just divide it into three parts and stir." Jason took three sieves and stuffed them for Dick and Tim One person, one, three brothers stood in a row in the kitchen for a while, and the two on the right turned their heads to the left to observe Jason, imitating the gesture of sifting flour precisely.

After the batter was mixed, Jason took out the baking tray, and the muffin cups were already spread on it. Tim poured the batter evenly into the paper cups with a serious expression of dealing with explosive chemicals, and Jason asked Tim to be the last one. A few fresh raspberries were mixed into the batter of a cake, because: "Damian said his must have raspberries", Tim smiled in front of Jason to indicate that he had received the order, and when Jason turned to wash his hands However, his face turned dark immediately, and he used [-]% force when stirring, which made Dick quite worried about the life of the blender.

The cake batter went into the oven, and after three or ten minutes of waiting, Jason, Tim, and Dick could finally sit down and rest.

Jason brought a plate of pitiful-looking, shriveled and flattened muffins and placed them between the three of them: "Let's share these."

Tim looked at the plate of cakes that looked like underdeveloped mushrooms, smiled awkwardly at Dick, took one up and took a bite first: "Actually... bah bah, I got a piece of candy."

Pushing Tim's mug over, Jason watched amusedly as he picked it up and took a swig of coffee to wash away the sweetness.Turning to Dick and asking, "Coffee?"

"Uh, okay. Thanks." Dick was still trying to figure out why Tim was in the same roof as Jason, who looked familiar.Obviously he just woke up from a sleep, why the world has become a little strange.

It wasn't until the hot coffee rolled down his throat that Dick felt that his power button had been poked down.

"So... you're Jason." Dick held the mug in both hands, raised an index finger and pointed to Jason who was sitting across from him, who from time to time went to observe the condition of the muffins in the oven.

"The one and only one is me." Jason compared Scissorhands to Dick without looking back, "Simply put, I died, I lived, I lost my brain, and my brain got healed."

"That's it." Tim nodded vigorously, staring at Dick with piercing eyes, "Do you understand?"

What do I understand?I feel like we are not in the same dimension, what's going on with these life-and-death people?If someone else was talking nonsense in front of him, Dick would slap each of them on the back of the head without saying a word, but this is Tim and Jason!So Dick spread his hands outright, and shook his head firmly:

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

Jason and Tim exchanged a look, the former handing over to the little red bird the job of explaining everything to the big blue bird.Dick saw in Tim the honorable sense of mission that every Robin would only show after being given a major task by Batman.

And Tim is indeed Tim, recognized as the smartest disciple of Batman, he spent the time of baking a muffin cake, explaining Jason's various events from resurrection to going up the mountain to study and returning to Gotham, and finally Ended up with their great plan to seduce Nameless.

"Ding!" The oven time just reset to zero.

Jason opened the oven, and the strong sweet smell of butter permeated the whole room. Tim lay half of his body on the bar countertop, waiting expectantly for Jason to pull out the baking tray, and saw the mushrooms standing in rows on it. There was a triumphant cheer as the muffins were shaped.

"Success! I finally baked a cake!" Then he took out his mobile phone and happily circled the baking tray to take continuous pictures.

Dick, caught by Tim's joy, reaches out to pat him on the back and gives Tim a thumbs up. "They look great! Well done, baby bird."

"Thanks, Dick, you helped too." Tim blushed with joy, turned around and began to re-angle and test the filter and began to take pictures of his precious cake.

Like all proud big brothers, Dick smiled and watched the little brother delighted in his creation.Until Jason's sour voice fell like a thunder in his ears: "Baby bird, right? You still can't escape your bird plot by nickname, huh?"

All the embarrassing scenes he had with Jason in the past flashed before Dick like a marquee.Let him sit stiffly in place, and quickly think about a topic that will not destroy the harmonious atmosphere at the moment:

"Speaking of which, Little Wing, you've grown so fast, you're even taller than me!"

"Uh huh... I guess exercising with a hermit monk in the deep mountains really helps." Jason shrugged, smiled at Dick but pointedly reached out and gestured on Dick's head, "But are you sure it's true?" Isn't it because you are too short? As far as I know, Babs is taller than you, and she is still a girl."

Dick's eyes shifted to Tim's back, who was still spinning around: "Tim—"

"I still have a chance, Dick. But your chance will never come back." Tim has fully shown the side of a photographer, and Tim stands on the bar counter, condescendingly looking for the most perfect angle to take pictures.

"If you keep emptying your calcium with coffee and don't sleep, your chances won't come back anytime soon." Jason reached out and flicked Tim's heel, "I'm serious, eat normally, It's important."

"It's useless, Little Wing." Dick continued to shake his head dramatically, "Ah Fu tried for a long time, even threatened to use the esophagus for force-feeding to make Tim willing to sit at the dinner table and eat a normal meal obediently."

"Hey! I'm busy right now, and I don't want to go on a hunger strike." Tim complained dissatisfiedly, "There are so many things to do, someone must do it."

"But that doesn't mean you have to exhaust yourself to death." Jason tugged on Tim's trousers and made him fall off the bar. The little red bird stabilized his body and let himself land safely before his butt touched the ground, "I The table is for food, unless you want to donate your feet to let me stew the braised bird's claws."

Tim fawningly wiped the bar he stepped on with his sleeve.

Jason prepared colored icing for everyone, and Dick and Tim worked together to decorate the cooling cake.The plate of muffin cakes that Jason demonstrated for the first time was full of plump yellow mushrooms. Dick first grabbed the blue piping bag and squeezed out a crooked nightwing on the round surface of the cake with shaking hands. symbol.

"I named him - Nightwing Cake!" Dick held up his proud creation.

Immediately afterwards, Bat Cake, Red Robin Cake and Red Hood Cake were born one by one. Alfred's cake had "one" written on it, corresponding to his code name "penny one".The decorated cakes were colorfully put together, except for the last one.

Jason hesitated, reaching for the raspberry-filled one from Tim's plate, the yellow piping bag with a pretty "R" drawn on it.

"How could there be no Robin Cake?" Jason carefully placed the Robin Cake next to the Bat Cake.

Tim crossed his arms and snorted. As someone who had seen the battle between Damian and Tim in the mansion, Dick reached out and hooked Tim's shoulder, and patted him comfortingly.

"Speaking of Damian, can you believe that Bruce has a son? The mother of the child is Thalia." When Dick talked about Thalia, his face didn't look very good, "What kind of mother would put How long has the child been hiding from his father?"

Tim kicks Dick under the counter.

"I mean seriously, if Damian hadn't come running, who knows if she would have hidden the baby forever!" Dick didn't get the message from Tim, or he thought Tim was just shaking his legs. Accidentally kicked him, "Then looking at Damian's behavior, I can only say that some people may really not be made for parents."

Jason vigorously supported the bar and stood up, went back to the room and changed into a suit for outings, until he grabbed the key at the door, and then said: "I don't have a big enough crisper at home, I'll go to a nearby supermarket to buy one. "He went out without looking back.

Dick pointed at himself, and turned to Tim, who buried his face in the palms of his hands, for confirmation: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Did you not listen to me just now? I explained to you the process of Jason's return. Did you fall asleep during the League of Assassins?" There is no doubt that Tim loves Dick, he is very funny Good brother, but sometimes he tends to get stuck in his own world, like now.

"I heard it all. Thalia used the pool to restore Jason to his sanity. I haven't said that yet! How can she hide Jason, she knows how important Jason is to Bruce!" Dick said sternly Slapped the table.

"How do I know, probably because the mad mother doesn't believe that the child's father can fulfill his obligation to protect the child?" Tim's mocking tone made Dick realize that something was wrong, and the detective in his head began to move with all his strength to collect clues .

"Impossible." Dick didn't want to believe this possibility, "In a city as big as Gotham, what are the chances of finding a child that your ex secretly sent for adoption?"

But Jason's facial features still have that figure after he grows up.Even the deep voice is seven points similar to when Bruce speaks normally.

"Why don't you change the angle? With Bruce's character, how likely is it that when you meet a thief who steals a car tire, you don't arrange a foster home for him but take him home to raise him? How many encounters did he encounter before Jason? Poor kid, but how many people have he brought back?" Tim stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "Maybe this is the attraction of genes?"

"Wow, I didn't think about it that way." Dick rubbed his cheeks, the wound dressing under his palms and the way Jason walked away in anger made him feel like he was playing the vicious big brother in Jason again, "Speaking of which, How do you know? Jason was dry when he was a child, which is much different from now. He is definitely the type who didn't look like a child when he was a child, but he looks more and more like a father when he grows up!"

Tim got up and took a crisper from the shelf, and packed the ugly cakes that he didn't intend to give away one by one.At the same time, Dick was left with an answer that seemed to explain everything and nothing: "Because it's talking about Jason!"

——I know everything about Jason!

After Jason came back with a big enough crisper, it wasn't too surprising to find that Dick was wandering around the edge of his sight like a large dog, as if he wanted to get close to him but was afraid that he would get angry.

"It's okay, DICKWING, I already knew you were fast-talking." Jason carefully cut out a circle-by-circle fixed version with cardboard and put it in the crisper, and then stuck the cakes in the circle one by one, and finally closed the lid Shake to make sure the cake won't fall out.

"Here comes the problem, who will deliver it?" Jason looked at Tim, "Tibao, you go? Come home and get the equipment by the way, we are going to rob Wayne Enterprises tomorrow."

"Let Dick go." Tim didn't hesitate at all, and directly called the big blue bird, "I will be interrogated by B as soon as I step through the gate, so I won't go."

"I have no problem with giving things, but this robbery... can we discuss it again?" Dick tried hard not to let his brothers go astray.

"The two of us and Damian have already discussed it fully, and now we only need a notice letter from the monster to lead B over. Then we can make a big deal." Jason poked Dick's cheek, "Now it seems I’m really sleepy, someone will give me a pillow, and I’ll hang a sign around your neck and put it at the door, that’s a notice letter. And you look miserable enough, you don’t need to act very much to be realistic.”

"But I still don't think it's a good idea." Dick tried to reason with Jason, "I know you want to solve this dark namelessness, aside from the few things you did in Gotham, among them Several of them are left with lifelong injuries, which is bad enough, (Jason: Wow, can't believe I could do worse?) No! Jason, this is not the time to get angry. Why don't you just go to What about talking to Bruce? Why bother with such a big detour."

"Tell Bruce and let Bruce make this his case and tuck me in a bulletproof shield for safekeeping? Thanks, no need." Jason smirked and pushed the cake into Dick's hands , "Anonymous is the responsibility of the big caste, and I'm the last warrior of the big caste. I don't expect you to understand in such a short time, Dick. I don't expect B to chuckle and say: 'Go boy I support you', he's not that type of parent."

"You don't know, Jason, people change." Dick looked at Jason with deep nostalgia in his eyes, ah, his little wings have grown taller and stronger, but under this appearance Still the stubborn little wing, "B has changed. I don't know if I am good or bad, but how will you know if you don't try? Maybe his reaction will surprise you."

"Ha! Best." Jason waved his hand absently, "We're talking about B, he's the least likely to change in the world, just seeing how stubborn the clown is still wasting oxygen, I've already seen it No. Nameless, do as I want, I don’t ask you to help, and I’m not afraid that you will go back and tell Bruce everything you heard today.”

When Dick was wearing pajamas and standing at the door of Wayne Mansion with a fresh-keeping box in his hand, Jason's instructions were still echoing in his mind: "I just want you to make sure that Afu receives at least one copy, and Damian must receive it." To his raspberry cake. How to prevent the cake from being dissected by B is your task, come on, Nightwing. I like you!"

Reaching out to lift the cuff of the pajamas, Dick felt something fall at his feet.

"Ah, Little Wing's gun." Holding the fresh-keeping box with one hand, he bent down to pick up the gun, "Why did he let me bring the gun back?"

Bruce Wayne opened the door with a dark face, and saw his number one disciple with bandages and dressings on his face, a gun in his hand, and a pale face standing at the door holding a box of suspicious items.

"Bruce, I can explain, really." Dick tucked the gun back into the waistband of his pajamas, and opened the crisper, which Bruce considered extremely dangerous, "But before that, do you want a cake? There are nightwing cakes and bat cakes."

But all Bruce could see was the red, red-hooded cake in the center of the cakes.

Dick looked at Bruce's stormy expression, and deeply felt that this was really the most difficult task since he became a vigilante, little wing, big brother will fail you again!Is this gun just for me to kill myself?

***

Jason and Tim do some final cleaning around the house, explaining to Tim how the energy gun works.Tim loves the high tech, and Jason appreciates having someone to talk about alien weapons he's seen.

"So even if the energy system fails, your gun can still fire ordinary bullets, so it is actually dual-purpose, but you usually choose the energy mode." Tim nodded thoughtfully, "This idea Yes, from another perspective, if there is no problem with the energy module, this is a pistol with unlimited bullets."

"That's what it means. Speaking of which, why did Dick take my model away?" Jason scratched his head, "It's the one in the bedroom, the one that Mom and the others showed me when they designed it. The energy module is just an ordinary gun, does Dick want to take it back as a souvenir?"

"I don't know." Tim shook his head. "I didn't know Dick was interested in this. He usually doesn't collect models... Wait, you said there is no energy module, so it is an ordinary gun? And you let him hold it. Gun delivered the cake to Bruce's door?"

"Damn it." Jason bit his finger, with a guilty expression on his face, "Do you think Dickie is okay?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything." Tim turned back blankly and continued to wipe the table.

Brother, come on, hold on!