[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

"I hate this kind of occasion." Damian stood beside Jason with a polite smile on his face, but his words were full of strong resentment.

Jason nodded to the guests who occasionally met his eyes, dutifully playing the role of "a young man who just came home, a little nervous", and at the same time replied in a voice that only he and Damian could hear: "You are not alone Fighting. Hang on, our reinforcements are coming."

"Reinforcements?" Damian looked up suspiciously at Jason, who was already being entangled by another aunt dressed in costume.

"Oh, honey, look at you! You've grown so tall! I remember the last time I saw you, you were only so small." Auntie raised her hand and made a gesture that was about a head taller than Damian , "God bless, I can't imagine what happened to you, but it's good to be home, your father is so happy!"

"Thank you, ma'am." Jason smiled shyly at the woman in front of him, "I... I'm also very happy to be home."

Auntie smiled and said a few words of congratulations, then turned around and returned to another group of men in neat suits to start another round of greetings.Only then did Damian ask his question: "Who is that?" If they were important friends of the Wayne family, then he was obliged to remember their names and looks.

"I don't know at all." Jason touched his cheek, "Anyway, he was one of the aunts who pinched the face. Don't tell me you haven't been pinched by them, they like that set' Oh, kid , you're so cute!' and pinch your cheeks like dough."

"No." Damian sternly denied Jason's assumption, "Father's lawyer took care of the legal procedures and arranged for the reporters. He didn't entertain guests for it. I didn't know such a banquet was a family tradition. "

Jason rubbed his nose, remembering what an awkward moment Damian's presence had been for Bruce.

"Actually, it's not a tradition. It's just that we have to maintain the exposure of our civilian identity and prevent the public from linking us with our identity as a Gotham vigilante. This is basically a large stage, and each of us must maintain our own characters. Set it up, let the reporters have stuff to write about." Jason pointed to Bruce who was flirting with beautiful young ladies, "Daddy's setting is Gotham sweetheart, playboy Bruce. And I... I'm shy Literary youth, this setting is because Ah Fu is worried that I will start to spoil the [-]th generation of my ancestors as soon as I open my mouth, so I tag me as shy and not talkative. Dick basically follows the same route as Dad, but he is Sunshine route. So you also have to think of a character setting for yourself, and then start acting as soon as you are in a public place, understand?"

Damian frowned and began to think about his own setting, only to realize that Jason had mentioned one less person: "What about Drake? You didn't mention Drake's setting."

"You'll see soon." Jason smiled enigmatically, and began to deal with another guest with a blunt smile, until Tim's voice appeared beside him.

"So you're here, Jason!" Tim put his hand on Jason's shoulder with a relieved expression on his face, "Your friend, Mr. Raymond is here, and you said that you must notify you if he comes. "

"Great, I thought he would be late." Jason immediately showed surprise, but when he saw the guest who was talking to him, he looked embarrassed again, "But I still have something here..."

"I actually saw acquaintances. I'm glad you can go back to Gotham, young man." The guest made an excuse to leave, Tim pulled Jason, and Jason gestured to Damian with his eyes. The three of them were in the lobby I went around in a circle to find the non-existent "Mr. Raymond".

Sure enough, Tim found a quiet and undisturbed corner, where Jason's favorite snacks and drinks were waiting for him to appreciate. "Look, this is Tim's character design, he is our rescue team." Jason picked up the drink and took two sips, his shy face was about to freeze.

Damian snorted disapprovingly: "It seems that your days as a perverted stalker were fruitless, Drake."

Tim completely ignored Damian's sarcasm, pushed his sleeve to check his watch, and looked up to find Dick in the crowd.Only then did he turn his attention back to Jason: "If you want to slip away, wait for five minutes first. Then remember to come out and show your face when the show is over."

"As for you, devil bastard." Tim pulled a smirk at Damian. "Wait until the day you're drowned in women's perfume, trust me, I won't come to rescue you."

After finishing speaking, Tim ignored Damian's livid face, and Shi Shi ran into the crowd to rescue Dick who was about to be unable to cope with the enthusiastic women.

"Tt, make it sound like I need you to save me, Drake." Damian raised his head and announced proudly, "I am Wayne's heir, but to deal with a group of simple-minded guys, I still need to rely on Germany to save me." It would be too disrespectful for Lake to support you."

Jason took a bite of the mushroom quiche and nodded following Damian's declaration.

"Very well, that's how your character design is decided." Jason stuffed a glass of juice and a plate of biscuits in Damian's hand, and Tibao yelled devil cub, devil cub, didn't he prepare it for Damian? Eat and drink.

"Domineering president?" The slightly familiar female voice made Jason's heart skip a beat. The first thing that came into view was the shadow of the wheelchair, and then the red-haired woman sitting in the wheelchair and smiling at him, "Hello, Jason .”

"Babbs." Jason whispered the name rolling on the tip of his tongue, as if he was worried that he might recognize the wrong person.

Barbara Gordon opened his arms to Jason: "Have we not seen each other for so long, haven't we even had a hug?"

Jason strode forward, stopped half a step ahead of the wheelchair, bent down and hugged Barbara, who was leaning forward, into his arms.He knew that Barbara was injured in the spine by the clown, and since then retreated behind the scenes to assist the vigilantes in the role of "prophet", but he has never dared to visit Barbara in person—

He didn't know what identity he was going to take to face her, it wouldn't be "Welcome to the Clowns Die Die Club".Besides, the relationship between the two of them couldn't be said to be very close before Jason's death. Batgirl and Nightwing used to be a couple, but unlike Dick's other friends, Jason didn't hate Barbara.

He didn't object to Barbara keeping a distance from him. It wasn't until the relationship between Jason and Dick improved a little that her attitude towards Jason began to warm up.At least Barbara refuses to take sides, which may equate to indifference in the eyes of others, but to Jason, this is already the best attitude he has gotten from Dick's friends.

"I'm sorry, Babs." Jason let go of the hug, stepping back to give them a little more space.

"No. It's not your fault. Besides, I'm the one who owes you a thank you." Barbara leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and gave Jason a bittersweet smile, "Thank you, Let him never hurt more people."

Barbara turned her body and saw Damian who was standing behind Jason and had been watching her: "You are Damian, I finally see your true face, I am—"

"Barbara Gordon, the daughter of the Chief of Police of Gotham City." Damian slightly nodded at Barbara with the attitude of a nobleman receiving his courtiers, "I've heard about you, Gordon, you are... not much Got technical talent."

Jason gave Barbara a "don't ask, he's just that" look.

Barbara turned the wheelchair and slid in front of Damian, and stretched out her hand to him: "I also heard that you are... a person of many talents."

Damian stared at Barbara's outstretched hand for a long time before reaching out to shake her hand. Damian was a little surprised that Barbara's grip was different from that of ordinary invisible people. Barbara's meaningful smile made Damian understand the meaning of this handshake: "I understand, not just a technical talent."

Jason and Damian watched Barbara return to the banquet crowd alone in her wheelchair to look for Director Gordon.After meeting the clown, the mood that has been a little dull finally began to show signs of improvement.

They are all victims of the clown.One dies, the other lives and suffers, but watch Barbara transform from Batgirl to prophet to the heroes, and watch herself transform from Robin to Red Hood.Jason believes that one day they can all calmly point to the past scars and tell the story behind each scar, that is the day they truly heal.

But before that, Jason had to avoid the all-pervasive entanglement of reporters and paparazzi.

Second Young Master Wayne who "resurrected from the dead" is the latest and hottest topic in Gotham City. When Jason went to the court to hold a hearing and prepare to legally revive his identity, the reporters who gathered at the Gotham District Court were frightened. Breaking through the fence raised by the police, the microphone approaching Jason and the smell of men's cologne and women's perfume on the reporters were mixed together, and the smell of sweat after waiting for a long time under the scorching sun made Jason dizzy for a while. .

Bruce hugged Jason all the way, and the lawyers of the Wayne family were responsible for fending off the reporters. After finally stepping into the threshold of the courthouse, Jason realized that his entire back was wet with sweat, and his shirt was tightly glued to the door. On his back, fortunately, he was covered by a suit jacket so that all the judges would not see him wet when he appeared in court.

"Sometimes I think reporters are scarier than supervillains." Jason let Bruce adjust his tie left and right, muttering softly.

"That's true to a certain extent." Bruce's mind flashed the names of several reporters, especially a woman in the Metropolis. "Not every reporter can conquer the Boy Scouts."

Jason nodded 100% convinced.

(Clark, who was working on the manuscript in the Metropolis, sneezed and blew the mug in front of him, and the poured coffee seeped into his computer mainframe. Clark watched almost desperately as the manuscript he was about to complete turned into a black screen in front of his eyes. )

The hearing process was actually quite simple. Legal issues were handled by Wayne's lawyers. Jason's only function was to allow the judge and jury to see the fact that he was still alive, and "resurrect" him in front of the judge. Tell the story once.

Bruce's story for Jason was actually quite simple.The main frame is still the same as the original "accidental death in a car accident", except that the person who died was replaced by a young man of the same age as Jason.

"We met on a trip, and my dad and I had a bad time, so I didn't tell him I was going with friends. I know it sounds ridiculous, but at the time I always thought my dad was in charge. Too much, and if I told him he would ask questions and maybe ground me."

The look on Jason's face as he told the story in front of the judge was that of a remorseful teenager.Some of the jurors were already parents, and they all showed sympathy.

"I asked the driver to pick him up halfway, and then we went sightseeing together along the established route until the car accident happened... I passed out immediately, and when I woke up in the local hospital, it had been several days. Days later, when the accident happened, kind people found that I was ejected from the car, so they took me to the hospital. I tried to identify me to the hospital people, but they didn't know Bruce Wayne, so It's a very rural place."

The judge asked him several questions, such as: why not try to contact his father directly, why not try to seek help to return home and so on.

In line with his "shy and shy literary youth" personality, Jason began to confess that he tried to contact his father at the beginning, but was hung up on the call as a poor prank call, feeling betrayed, plus the unhappiness accumulated from the quarrel with his father before Therefore, the rebellious psychology of "I can live well without you" is born. A person in a foreign land begins to survive without the protection of adults, money and legal identity.

Bruce fully supported Jason's statement, saying that when he was notified and rushed to the scene of the accident, he only saw the burning car, the driver and a passenger who died on the spot.In his grief, he determined that the dead passenger was his son. After the local forensic doctor conducted an autopsy and issued a death certificate, he took "Jason" back to Gotham for burial.And because the condition of the corpse is very miserable, even when the funeral is held, there is no way to open the coffin for relatives and friends to pay tribute to.

All the identities of that "friend I met while traveling," including nationality, family status, and schooling along the way, were forged and implanted by Barbara into the government's database.Thalia learned about the plan from Jason and Damian, and directly appointed a man and woman in the League of Assassins to act as the parents of this "friend", crying and narrating their dear baby in court. Disappeared after a self-guided tour.

As for the "small hospital in the countryside", after receiving a huge donation, let alone prove that they had treated Jason, it would be fine for their director to kneel down and call Jason's father and ancestors.

The human tragedy of a sad rich man who lost his beloved son turned into an inspirational story of a rebellious son knowing his father's painstaking efforts and returning home after thousands of miles of self-reliance.The various scars that Jason left when he practiced in the big caste suddenly became one of the irrefutable evidences that he was struggling to survive.With little difficulty, Jason was legally "resurrected".

The bosses of major newspapers and magazines smiled for a long time.

***

The far west coast of the United States, California.Sam Winchester got an offer from Stanford, but he wasn't happy at all.Nine-and-a-half out of ten parents would be thrilled that their child was admitted to a top-ranked school and a bright future was at hand, but John Winchester was obviously the exception.

"Dad, this is Stanford! It's not some messy school, think about how many people in the world are trying to get in." Sam tried to let John see the bright future he envisioned, "As long as I can read After graduation, finding a job is almost a certainty, even entering a large company is not impossible.”

John let Sam speak out, without even raising his head, and immersed himself in the new case.

Finally, Sam couldn't stand John's silence. He slapped the admission notice in front of John and said viciously, "What are you talking about! Your son has been admitted to the top university in the country!"

John was willing to win a look at the angry Sam, and threw out a question, as if this was the answer to all the troubles: "Then what about your mother's murderer? You mean you don't want to find this bastard anymore?"

"You only think about your mother's murderer!" Sam finally exploded the emotions accumulated over the years at this moment, "This is not the life I want at all, but you have left me with no choice! I don't want to travel across the country I don't even have a place to call home, and I don't want to fool every one of my friends - oh my god, I don't even have a real friend! The only one closest to this level who knows what the hell we're doing is Jay Sen, what happened? I didn't even attend his funeral."

"What do you want in life? To live in a house with grass and fences, to have a dog, to marry a beautiful wife and have a bunch of kids?" John slapped the table and stood up, "Forget it you, there are monsters in the dark Yes. The kind of life you imagine doesn't exist!"

"Uh... two, everyone, calm down and talk about something." Dean stood between his father and younger brother, trying to separate the two, but Sam's anger was obviously not something that could be overcome by a word or two. Soothed.

"I'm definitely going, Dad." Sam squeezed his acceptance letter tightly.

John snorted coldly, continued to look down at the case files, and stopped looking at Sam: "Go, don't come back after you leave this door."

Dean chased after nothing, and Sam ran away, leaving John alone in the deserted hotel with old newspapers and his witcher notebook.

Sam found a 24-hour fast food restaurant to hide in. Dean, who couldn't beat his brother, could only bite the bullet and go back to help his brother pack his luggage at the risk of being scolded by John.While waiting, Sam casually swipe his phone to check for gossip news that would make him smile and relieve his depression.

A piece of news from Gotham caught his attention: "The son of a rich man is "resurrected" three years after his death"

Click into the text, the first photo is a comparison of Jason wearing a suit three years ago and the current photo.It is undoubtedly the same person, but how is this possible?

Sam remembered Bruce Wayne asking them himself if there was a supernatural ritual to bring the dead back to life.He remembered how mournful that father was, and now he said it was all a series of oolong accidents?This is unlikely.

Jason's number was still stored in the phone's address book. Sam pressed the dial button with a mentality of seeking confirmation, and was connected after three rings:

"Hi! Sammy! I'm just about to call you. I'm sorry I've been busy since I was resurrected. I have a case that is basically supernatural and I want to consult someone. Would you answer?"

It was the first time I met a guy who said the word "resurrection" so freshly and honestly.Sam felt that as long as he got involved with Jason, his worldview could always be refreshed once.

"Uh..." In fact, he hadn't figured out how to respond.

"It doesn't matter, you can bring holy water to pour on me or use some consecrated magical artifact to exorcise evil spirits."

Very good, even if it is a monster, this is a very straightforward monster.

"Come on, come on, I'll include food, lodging, and air tickets."

Still a rich monster.

"I can also introduce you to the most popular vigilante in Gotham recently. Have you heard of the red hood? If you come now, I will give you an autographed photo. It is high-definition."

A monster who is very good at pulling | skin | strips.

"It also sponsors the university's four-year fund."

Damn, it's done!

Sam took the luggage from Dean and jumped on the train to Gotham overnight.