[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Red Hood arrived at Pier No. [-] as scheduled.The patrolman held a flashlight, and with the other hand he touched the radio on his shoulder, and reported that there was nothing abnormal.

There's no sign of Batman, which is weird.

If it weren't for Dick's appearance, Red Hood originally planned to hire a courier to deliver the cake to Wayne's house, and his notice letter would be hidden inside the cake.If all the previous stimuli were not enough to make B jump, rushing directly to the door of Wayne's mansion is definitely equivalent to pressing the detonation button.

But now that Dick has appeared, the effect should be better. Red Hood is ready to face a furious Batman, but the pier is empty. Apart from the fishy smell of sea water and the smell of oil from the freighter, there are no brothers in strange clothes. According to Tan legend, there were no gangsters who came to carry out illegal transactions.

Red Hood tightened his leather jacket in a sea breeze.

So cold.

Not only is my body cold, but my heart also feels a little cold waiting here alone.

"Xiaohong, where is B?" Jason sniffed, suspecting that if he waited like this, he would catch a cold.

"Confirming, the tracker shows that he seems to be still in the Batcave," Tim's voice came with the sound of typing on the keyboard, "Wait, this is not right, I will try to track Nightwing."

Red Hood took out the binoculars and found the container with the Wayne Enterprises LOGO printed on it. It was less than 3 minutes before the next guard arrived.

"I'll go to the fixed point and prepare first. If B doesn't come, I will use the backup plan." The red hood hid in the shadow of the container and moved towards the target.

"You mean the plan to blow everything up?" Tim's voice sounded a bit unwilling, "It's true that you can fight for the layout, but the associated losses are too big. I checked everyone in the other containers around , Most of them belong to formal companies, although it is no problem to lose money, but for some small companies, destroying a cabinet of materials may mean that the entire production line has stopped, and the loss is too great."

Red Hood knows this too.But if Batman didn't show up, he would be an ordinary thief if he did this vote, and he didn't reach their pre-set conflict and topicality at all.

"I know, but this is so weird! I sent two photos before and he almost dug through Gotham. This time we threw the big blue bird directly to the door, and he still doesn't move?" Red Hood came to the container. , ready to open the door.

"Maybe Big Blue told him something?" Tim suggested cautiously. "You know Dick has a knack for coaxing people when he's serious. Maybe he did tell B the truth, and B thinks 'ah, so it's Jason, let him play!' So he just let it go."

Red Hood sneered, completely dismissing the possibility of what Tim said.

"Come on, this is B! Either he suspects that the golden boy has some hallucinogenic toxin, or he thinks that I am a replicant created by some evil force." Red Hood successfully solved the latch, and confirmed the bat with Tim for the last time. "So, where is our dark knight?"

There was another sound of keyboards in the earphones, and Red Hood really didn't know how those poor little black squares could withstand Tim's continuous abuse.

"I suggest you better be alert, Hood. From my side it looks like he's still in the Batcave, but we both know there's something wrong with it. And I can't find a trace of Nightwing, he probably never came out, considering he injury."

"Please, what kind of injury is that? It's just that the fruit acid skin peeling was a little bit more intense." Red Hood muttered and opened the door of the container.

What the inside of a container should look like.First, there should be goods inside.

Red Hood was quite sure that Wayne Enterprises didn't involve in the business of buying and selling human beings, so who would tell him why there were two people in it?

Not just two normal guys, but bloody Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, or to be more precise, Bruce and Dick in Batsuits and Nightwing suits, but without the hoods and domino masks.

In the center of the container is a round table that can seat at least seven or eight people in a circle, and four sets of chairs.LED light strips are installed on the top of the container and the edge of the floor. It is so bright that it does not look like a container. There is a small ventilation fan in an unobtrusive corner above the head. No matter how you look at it, this is not what he planned. that container.

"Little Red." Red Hood took a step back, "Can you tell me where Batman is again?"

"As I said, Batman's signal is in the Batcave, and it hasn't moved." Tim's voice was not in the headset this time, but behind him.

"Hi!" Tim held the laptop in one hand, with a Bluetooth headset on his ear, "Hi, B!"

"Tim." Bruce nodded to Tim, turned his gaze to the red hood, took a breath tremblingly, and the voice he spoke again lost the composure a few seconds ago, "Hi, Jason."

Red Hood stood stiffly in place.

If he still can't see that he has been tricked, then he is not worthy to say that he was taught by Batman.The question is, who played him in which link?

"Little Red?" Red Hood turned to look at Tim, the only one in full civilian equipment at the scene, "Would you mind explaining to me why Batman's signal is still in the Batcave?"

He compared Bybrus and Dick with his thumb behind his back.

"I knew you'd have questions, so I brought evidence." Tim turned his laptop to Jason, which had a map of Gotham and twinkling red dots, Batman and Robins are familiar with the tracking interface, "Batman's signal is really in the Batcave."

"Then how do you explain this?" Red Hood's tone was flat, with no intention of simply letting Tim go, "Or are you going to tell me that this is Batman's holographic projection or something?"

"Still," Bruce said behind the red hood, his voice still trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best not to lose control of his emotions, "it's so unacceptable for a father to see his son who came back from the dead matter?"

Red Hood turned back to face Bruce, and Tim trotted to close the door of the container, blocking the cold wind and other people outside.

"Other dads, maybe. But you're fucking Batman! You don't trust anyone but yourself. Now you're going to tell me you believe your son came back from the dead—not from your hands— You want to set off a firework for a hug instead of tying me back for 180 tests to prove I'm not a trap set up for you by an evil mad scientist?"

From behind Jason's eyes, Tim made a painful "Ow!" look at Dick.

"So you think that constantly irritating me, including kidnapping your brother, is of any help to prove that you are not an 'evil trap'?" Bruce's tone is the same as in the past when he faced Luo who made a mistake and insisted that he was justified. Bingerson said exactly the same, "Or you don't want me to know you're alive at all, huh? The great Mr. Red Hood is just in Gotham on business, that's all."

"That's not the case, don't use your detective head to speculate on other people's thoughts at will." Red Hood pointed at Bruce, with a bad tone, "Remind you, B, I'm not your little follower, so don't use such Speak to me!"

"Then let me remind you, young man." Bruce slapped the table and stood up, walked to the red hood and grabbed his hand pointing at him, "Even if you are not my assistant, I am still your father, so you You'd better watch your breath, too."

Red Hood didn't answer, just kept twisting his wrists to try to break free from Bruce's iron grip, but it seems that Batman's wrist strength is still slightly better.

"Now, can't a father even look at his son's face and talk?" Bruce stared at the eyes of the hood. He couldn't see through the special lenses of the hood, but he knew that the eyes behind the lenses must be Looking back at himself, too, as Red Hood dropped his head quickly, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Okay, but you have to let me go first, God, are you trying to break my hand?" The red hood shook the wrist that was pinched by Bruce, reached behind his head to release the mechanism, and peeled off the hood Clamped by his side, "Are you happy?"

Bruce quietly looked at Jason with an annoyed expression on his face. No matter how hard he could forget that expression, it had appeared on Thalia's face countless times, when he and Ray Shaw fell apart because of incompatible ideas. Thalia would always look at him with that expression after an argument.Because she and Rashaw also can't understand some of his insistence, the difference is that Thalia is willing to accept that Bruce is such a person, and Rashaw finally believes that Bruce is not the heir he is looking for.

This was many years ago.Since Bruce and Thalia separated, the two of them have only seen each other briefly during the Batman-Assassins conflict on a few occasions, and each time Thalia maintained her elegant mask, Bruce did not. Thinking, seeing this unhappy expression again turned out to be on Jason.

"You have your mother's facial features, and her temper." Bruce smiled and pushed Jason's hair down to his forehead. "I can't believe I didn't realize it before."

Jason snorted and turned his head: "I can't blame you, I was really frustrated when I was young."

"Dissent!" Tim raised his hand in the air, and before he finished speaking, Dick pounced on him and dragged him aside, covering his mouth.

"Okay, now you've seen the face, let's use the syringe to draw blood." Jason rolled up his sleeves and faced Bruce, raised his eyebrows and waited for him to take out the syringe and other sampling equipment, "Hurry up Get the damn process through, and then I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Bruce looked genuinely bewildered, "I know everything, Jason. You can come home, Alfred has kept your room clean, we're all waiting for you return."

"Go back and ask you to ground me, just like before? Thank you, no need. Nameless is my business, I will handle it myself, and don't bother you." Jason looked at Bruce as if he didn't intend to draw his blood, Put down your sleeves and turn around to leave.

Dick called anxiously behind him, "Wait!"

But Jason didn't stop until he heard Bruce's roar——

"For God's sake, Jason! Why can't you believe that I just want you back and watch you grow up and be a good father! I'm willing to believe in anything, any god or miracle, As long as they can get my son back! I don't care who your nameless is, I've mentioned a word to you about what you've done in this city as a red hood, except for kidnapping your brother one thing?"

"Because you're a damn Batman!" Jason also yelled back at the top of his voice.

"I've told you that I stand here as a father. Today, Batman is in the Batcave. Here is Bruce Wayne." Bruce and Jason face each other, like older Bruce Looking at his younger self, "Tell me, Jason, what do you want to prove? What do you want to prove to 'Batman'."

Jason just stared at Bruce, his shoulders trembling with anger or for some other reason.

At this moment, Dick put his hand on Jason's shoulder, and slid to draw a circle on his back, with a relaxed voice as if he didn't see the tense atmosphere in front of him: "Little Wing, remember what I told you yesterday what?"

Jason stubbornly ignored him, but Dick continued to speak with a smile: "I said that people will change, and I will change."

"Look, when you were in the mansion and Robin, I didn't really want to be a brother at all. I guess because I was an only child, I was not really familiar with the concept of sharing, and I have obligations to responsibilities Understanding comes from Teen Titans. I only share with my friends when I am willing to share. I am the captain so I have responsibilities and obligations to the team. But being an older brother is not a friend or leading the team. Cut off the relationship, and you can quit the job if you don’t do it.” Dick said with a dry laugh, “So...you know, my brother is actually pretty bad. He said that you can do whatever you want Come to me, but when you really need me, I... I just want to throw you back to Bruce. I don't want to deal with your emotional problems or teenage hormones."

Jason turned his eyes to Dick slightly, and he saw the guilt on the golden boy's face, which didn't suit Dick at all.The Dick he remembered had always been proud and confident.

"I didn't know what I was missing until you died. So when Tim showed up, I realized that I could really be a brother, and it wasn't as much of a hassle as I thought it would be. And every time someone says I was a good brother, I think of you—brother I failed. You changed me, Jason, if Dick Grayson here and now is better than Dick three years ago Grayson is better because of you, Jason."

Dick patted Jason on the back hard, and there were two lines of tears on his face, as well as red eyes and nose.

"You have no idea how important and influential you are to us, little fool." Dick bit his lip to stop himself from crying, and rubbed his hair vigorously, ignoring Jason's warning eyes, "and As a good brother, it is my responsibility to prevent my brother from doing stupid things, so... It took me a lot of work, but I succeeded in proving to B that you are really you, with the help of Damian, Timmy and With the help of dear Barbara. Ah, and your cake also helped, Ah Fu proved that it is your exclusive taste. Although I did not send the cake of the little D, this is B's Wrong, he was the first to pick the one that looked different from the others."

"But I paid... Batcake to Damian afterwards." When Bruce said this, his expression was not very reconciled.

Tim carefully stepped forward with his laptop in his hand, and showed Jason what was on the screen: "Bruce is also human, and of course he will change. Look at these, which one of these Bruce you know will What did you do?"

The photos and files were displayed in the form of slideshows before Jason's eyes. If the background was not the Batcave, Jason would have thought it was a Justice League mage who was in charge of the case.Batman, Bruce is not such a person. Even if he admits the existence of supernatural things, he will not take the initiative to seek help from magic unless he has to. Damian said that Bruce "jumped the gods" at home, but Jason never Never imagined it would be so extreme.

"I told you, I will take you home, son." Bruce took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears that Jason didn't know when to shed, "Although your resurrection doesn't seem to be directly related to what I did, But that doesn't change what I want -- I pray you can come home."

Bruce let out a weary sigh: "You can choose not to believe that I can draw blood, take samples, do whatever tests you think I 'should' do, if that makes it easier for you. Maybe wait for yourself one day When you become a father, you know that as a parent, you will believe in anything for your children."

Jason thought of the League of Assassins, and Thalia.

All the doctors, each an authority in their field, each declared themselves hopeless.

But Talia—only Talia, she didn't believe the doctors for a moment, she always said, "Everything will be fine." She was the only one besides Damian who believed that Jason would be cured.She believed in this wholeheartedly, without wavering for a single second. Other people, such as Lei Xiao, would say sorry and give up on Jason completely.

"I just... you don't understand, nameless... I..." Jason felt his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"Take your time, Jason." Bruce took Jason's hand and pulled him to sit next to the chair.Bruce himself sat opposite Jason, patting Jason's thigh gently with a steady frequency, "Come on, take a deep breath."

Jason adjusted his breathing following the guidance of Bruce's voice.

"No name, only the big caste can deal with them. You can't deal with them. I am the last big caste fighter. Only I can do this, and I am alone."

"Okay." Bruce nodded, seeming to accept Jason's statement well.

"That's it?" Jason blinked, surprised at Bruce's calm, almost nonchalant response, where's Controlling Batman?

"I really don't know what kind of impression I left in your heart." Bruce looked at Jason's shocked expression with a gloomy face, "It's not that I haven't encountered special enemies, only certain people or certain weapons, certain It can only be dealt with under certain conditions. I fully understand that I am just a mortal, and it is impossible for me to fight against threats from all corners of the universe alone. But this does not mean that I cannot help investigate, formulate plans, and draw up emergency response plans."

"But you are still an old man with a strong desire for control, don't try to deny it." Jason muttered in a low voice.

"This, I don't deny it." Bruce resisted rolling his eyes, "But this is not the reason why you insist on dealing with Wuming alone, and why you don't go home, right? Don't deny it, except for my problem of being a control freak, I am called It is not without reason to be the number one detective in the world."

"It's too embarrassing."

"I promise I won't laugh."

"It's childish!"

"I promise you won't be the most childish one in this container."

Jason moved his lips and said something in the sound of a mosquito.

"Louder." Bruce patted Jason's thigh a little harder.

"I want to prove to Batman that I can work independently! Just like Dicky Bird!" Jason shouted at the top of his voice, and then he lay down on the table without looking at the expressions of other people.

Dick was already uttering a disgusted voice in the background: "Whoa, Wing, follow in brother's footsteps, I'm so touched!"

"Jason's action is superb, and I can guarantee it 100% as the first witness!" This is Tim, always the first little fan who jumped out to support him.But today, Jason still remembered the action of rebellion in the nest.

Bruce's suppressed grunt made Jason feel like his entire face was going to be burned.

***

In the Batcave, Alfred and Damian were waiting beside the parking platform of the Batmobile. When the door opened to reveal four figures, the old housekeeper followed the child they had lost for three years. .

His grandson, his Master Jason.

Damian has already rushed up to Jason, wrapped his hands tightly around Jason's waist, and demanded viciously: "Greyson didn't bring my cake back, I want you to make me another one! And what you promised earlier My vegetable soup, and the Nanyang soup you cooked for Drake, must be replenished."

Jason smiled and agreed to Damian's various requests, and his eyes fell on the old man in a neat suit standing behind Damian.

Ah, Alfred, the pinnacle of the Wayne family.

"Hey, I'm home!"

"Indeed, you've been wandering outside for a long time." The butler pursed his lips seriously, and the corners of his eyes were dimly lit, "Welcome home, Master Jason."