[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason walked around the exploding building and was extremely thankful that he chose a particularly low-key outfit when he came out.Because obviously the perpetrator of the explosion in front of him is "Red Hood" himself, that is, the Jason he is possessing now.

"Why did the Red Hood blow up this building?" Jason asked the owner of the grocery store across the street, acting like a gossip, "I heard he's a good guy?"

——At least Jason hoped that the red hood here wasn't some cold-blooded Bomb Demon.

"Who knows? But the news said that Batman sent the Joker to Arkham from here, maybe it has something to do with it." The boss is a balding middle-aged man, leaning against the counter with a lazy face and Jay Sen chatted, "Let me tell you, the clown is so lucky. The whole building collapsed and he is still alive. What a disaster."

"The clown and the red hood?" Jason didn't know what expression to make. Why did he have a grudge against the clown in every universe?

Uh, this is a bad question, which cosmic clown has no hatred for other people?

"Oh, you young people probably don't know." The boss's face lit up with gossip, leaned out from the counter, looked around mysteriously, and then spoke to Jie in a very low voice. Sen said in his ear, "The Red Hood used to be the clown's gang, so many people are speculating that the red hood may be the clown's former subordinates or disciples. This is the unspeakable grievance between their master and apprentice."

Jason didn't know what to say to admire the limitless imagination of the people.

But can these ideas be more reliable?What the blood feud!There is blood feud, but what's going on with that sect?The reason he chose the Red Hood is because the Joker wants to use him to turn Batman into a murderer, proving the Joker right - that anyone can be a Joker, all it takes is one bad day and a nudge.

Jason wants to prove the Joker wrong, and he—the dead Robin, who is nothing but "jokes" to the Joker, will turn the relics of the Joker's past into something everyone looks up to, the hero Gotham needs.He wants to sever the connection between the Red Hood and the Joker, and recreate his own Red Hood.And the clown can only rot in Arkham, watching the people of Gotham forget him, starting from the past of the clown, until the clown is completely erased from people's memory.

Whoops, it's so exciting to think about it!

Saying goodbye to the grocery store owner, Jason wandered aimlessly around the street, and finally chose to stop at the library to look up past news materials.Overall, this Earth doesn’t seem to be much different from the Earth he is on, but that’s only on the surface, how is his relationship with Bruce and Dick in the vigilante world under the identity of a citizen... Uh um...

Jason thought back to what he saw just now, the news that the Red Hood stuffed a bunch of heads in the duffel bag and sent them to several core leaders of the Gotham gang.

The red hood in this world is a bit raw.

Judging from the people he killed, Jason can probably guess what he thinks on this earth: crime cannot be eradicated, but it can be controlled.Gangsters cannot be wiped out completely, but those low-level violent groups can be controlled by more vicious bosses.

Batman can scare off some petty thieves, or hold back some old gangs, because those organized gangs know how to coexist with the white way, and Batman is undoubtedly on the side of the police, but he does not hesitate to use extreme methods. Existences with methods that are against them, and gangsters with brains will try not to provoke Batman.The problem is with the idiots who want a piece of the pie, but don't play by the rules - like dealing drugs on campus or being a repeat sex offender.

"Dude, your road is very dangerous." Jason looked at the somewhat unfamiliar face reflected on the computer screen, sighed, cleared his browsing history and left the library.

Not that he thought the people killed by the Red Hood didn't deserve it, but he doubted that the other Jason was really ready to carry the weight of those lives with him for the rest of his life.Hell, if it wasn't because he was placed in the big caste temple in the beginning, all the monks in it could 1V5, even if he attacked desperately when he was the craziest, they could still laugh Mimi Let yourself go crazy until the emotions calm down.If he was put back in Gotham at that time, maybe he would rush to chop up the clown first.

If Daquela hadn't educated him and let him know how intimate it is to bestow life and death on a person, maybe he would have resolutely walked on the same path from the perspective of a purifier.

But he still can't reach the heights of Bruce.He didn't kill those criminals, but he still let these people suffer for a lifetime. In the eyes of some people, doing so may be more cruel than simply dying.But Jason himself felt that at least this group of people would not be able to cause as much damage as before even if they still wanted to engage in this kind of illegal business after they finished their imprisonment.

"Okay, here comes the question, how do we go back?" Jason passed by the hot dog stand, swallowed at the delicious spicy hot dogs, but in the end he lowered his head and walked away quickly, because he was so poor that he couldn't even buy a ticket. There are problems with subway tickets.The Jason of this world obviously spends all his cash on the shiny pile of weapons at home, and he has no idea how this Jason got the money. From Jason's safe house, he doesn't look like someone with a regular [-]-[-] job.

It seems that his only solution is the Batcave, hoping that the Batcomputer has recorded some abnormal energy, so that he has a starting point.

I hope Bruce here hasn't connected the Red Hood with the resurrected second-generation Robin-Jason caught four bat darts flying towards him from different angles with both hands, and kicked the fifth one away Nail it to the beanbag next to it.

Well, it looks like Batman has figured out everything he needs to know.

"Really, old man!" Jason piled up the four bat badges on his hands, went to the corner to pull out the fifth one and wiped it on his coat, "I know you're probably mad now or What, but five bat darts at a time is too exaggerated."

The members of the Bat family in this universe are looking at him with tired and bored eyes, making him feel that he is the kind of annoying relative who brings only trouble every time he comes to the door, but cannot be dismissed in a few moments .

Well, it looks like the Jason of this world doesn't have a good relationship with his family.He decided to temporarily classify this group of people into a level where they can only be called by their surnames, and they are not close enough to call them by their first names.Having said that, it is rare to see Drake who is so serious and keeps a three-step safe distance from himself, Jason finds it very novel and interesting!

"What are you going to do, Hood." Wayne didn't reach out to pick up the batarang that Jason handed back to him, but kept a distance from Jason vigilantly. Grayson also blocked Drake behind him, just like Jason It's some kind of highly contagious plague.

Correction, the relationship between Jason in this world and his family is very bad.Maybe he'll have to think about prefixing the group's names with "sir" in his head, because they just seem to be very distant.

Jason rubbed his nose, thinking about how to change his prepared opening remarks.To be honest, he was already prepared to be questioned whether he was mentally abnormal because he came back from the dead, but now... it feels like he will be directly forced into Arkham for treatment.

It's not a good idea to come directly to the Batcave. I don't know if it's too late to go out and turn left and shout Superman's name for help from Krypton Technology?

"Whatever your idea, hood, save yourself." Grayson picked up the short training stick and walked behind Jason to block his way. Drake, who was originally hiding behind Dick, had no idea what to do. trace.

Tsk, as expected of a little stalker.

Jason raised his hands, and his action lifted the T-shirt on his upper body, revealing a section of his waist to let everyone see that he is unarmed today: "Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble."

"I don't really believe it." Grayson still didn't let go of his guard, Drake was still hiding somewhere in the Batcave, Wayne had a gloomy face and Jason could almost see all the gears in his head spinning at high speed .

"If it's because of what the 'Red Hood' did...I'm sorry, but you found the wrong person to hold a review meeting." Jason wrinkled his face into a ball irritatedly, "Let's put it this way, I'm Jason, but I Not the Jason you know. I just happened to run into your Jason, understand?"

Grayson stared blankly at him with wide eyes, blinked twice: "Dude, what are you drinking?"

"What? No!" Jason put down his sore hand that had been held up for a while, and slapped it on his thigh with a loud "snap", "I...Listen, I know it's hard to believe, but try Imagine possession - like The Exorcist except I'm not a demon, I'm Jason Wayne from another Earth."

"Wayne?" Grayson's expression was pure question now.

"Okay, it looks like it's still Jason Todd on your side, but the point is we're both the second Robin, both killed by the psychotic clown, then brought back to life...and based on something I'm not sure about I'm here for the reason, and I reasonably assume your Jason should have run to me, so if we could skip the hostile stares and weapon threats, I'd be very grateful."

Jason finished speaking in one breath, spreading his hands and waiting for Batman over there to make the final decision.

"There is no evidence for what you said." Batman, a detective who needs evidence for everything, did not seem to accept Jason's words at all, "From my point of view, you just found a Clumsy excuses to avoid responsibility."

"Since you said that, old man, would your Jason do this?" Jason stretched out his right hand and called out the blade of the caste. These two knives are not so much physical weapons as a whole Aggregation of energy.He has never been very clear about how Dakla forged these two weapons, but after purifying Rashaw's sword in the City of Assassins, Jason vaguely felt that his grasp of the purification power of the great caste had improved. up a layer.

Grayson watched in shock as Jason took the sword out of thin air, cursed that Ah Fu would definitely punish him for throwing money into the swear word jar, and watched Jason raise the bat dart in his left hand in a fan shape, and then used The blade of great caste cut them all.

The sound of clanging metal falling to the ground proved that this was not some kind of blindfolded method of changing light and shadow.

As the last half of the batarang fell to the ground, another large caste blade appeared in Jason's left center. The double blades crossed each other on Jason's chest, igniting a golden-red energy like a flame.

Even the Batman on this earth didn't seem to expect Jason to perform such a performance, and the surprised expression made him think that if he took the picture and went back, he would definitely be able to serve three hot dogs!

The screen of the bat computer suddenly shook greatly, and the screen changed from an unfolded case file to a black and white snowflake, attracting everyone's attention.

Drake jumped out from his hidden corner and threw himself in front of the bat computer, holding the keyboard and began typing frantically: "Someone is trying to hack in!"

"You!" Grayson swung his short stick towards Jason, and was firmly held by the blade of the big caste, "What did you do?"

"What did I do to me? I'm just standing here. What can I do?" Jason frowned and refuted Dick's groundless accusation. What's going on with the people on this earth?He didn't like the situation where he was questioned as a murderer as soon as something happened.

"You—" Before Grayson finished speaking, Drake's anxious and frustrated voice caught their eyes again, "I can't stop the other party, he broke in!"

Following Drake's failure, another picture appeared on the screen of the bat computer, a bit like the feeling of a slight delay when the video chat was first connected, but Jason quickly recognized that it was not someone else on the screen, As for his exclusive stalker——

"Tibao!" Jason quickly ran to the front of the Batcomputer, ignoring Batman's face as black as coal, and waved at Tim on the screen with the big caste blade, "Tibao, how did you do that?" ? This is a communication across the universe!"

"No matter where you go, I will find you, Jason." Tim smiled softly on the other side of the screen, and his tone was very sincere, but Jason couldn't help shaking here, "Wait... ...You look a little different? I don't mean anything else, I mean that your current look is still very MAN, super individual, full of wild..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Drake!" Damian's voice came from behind Tim, and as Tim was pulled back from the screen, Jason saw Damian's hand holding up the same glowing The sword——it was purified by Jason, Lei Xiao Ao Gu's sword.After they came back from Assassin's City, he found that he could recondense the entity of the sword, so he gave the sword to Damian as a trophy, Damian's baby, the sword is very precious, but Jason I have never seen such an effect on that sword.

"Don't disturb me, you devil bastard!" Tim squeezed Damian back desperately with his elbow, "As a signal tower, you have to look like a signal tower, go, go!"

Jason looked at the large caste blade in his hand, and tentatively put away one.

Tim screamed across the screen: "Don't! Don't accept it! It's going to be disconnected!"

Jason hurriedly condensed it and raised it a little higher. With this movement, the picture became smooth again, and the clarity improved a lot. Now he can see Dick behind him and...

"Uh, wasn't it me who was stabbed by Dick with the electric baton?" Whoops, he was shocked by the shock!

Tim looked back and moved away to let Jason see more clearly. It was indeed himself, but at this moment he was tied to a chair, and Dick next to him was staring at him with an electric baton. Once he saw that " Jason" made a strange twist and poked it up: "Don't use Little Wing's body to do strange things!"

"You're the one who stopped shocking my body! Get the hell out of me, Dicky!" Jason pointed his knife at Dick on the screen, "Don't tell me that a slight electric shock leaves no trace, I don’t know the voltage of your two sticks?”

"Don't worry about Jason, I've personally tested those two electric shock batons to ensure they are safe." Tim pulled his sleeves to reveal three or four marks of electric shocks from heavy to light, "I will definitely get you from the parallel world. The one who guards your body, Jason!"

"Shut up, Drake, do you think I don't know what's going on in your head!" Damian looked like if it weren't for the fact that he had to hold the sword, the sword would have pierced Tim's heart, " I've heard from Winchester that you're plotting against Jason!"

Tim and Damian on the screen pinched each other again, not only Jason here, even the red hood from the parallel earth on the screen looked like his brain was overloaded and his eyes were dull.

Seeing that the fight would not stop for a short time, Jason had no choice but to turn around and face the bat family on this earth. Sure enough, they also had blank faces, as if they had discovered that the New World was too exciting.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." Jason felt that he needed to justify Ah Fu's etiquette education.

"No, no, no!" Grayson was the first to wave his hands again and again, only to realize that he was still holding a short training stick in his hand, and then he flicked the stick aside as if getting an electric shock, and rested with his hands behind his back .

Drake looked at Jason, then at Grayson, and finally at his mentor Wayne: "I admit that I followed up and took pictures and opened my own little black account to record what time and what everyone in the family does every day, but I really have nothing wrong with Jason."

As if to strengthen his argument, Drake showed the determination of a strong man to cut his wrists, pulled out his phone and showed a group photo: "Connor and I are together."

"...I will have a good chat with Clark." Wayne.

"Who the fuck is Connor! Call him out!" Jason said.

Superboy Connor Kent, enjoying an apple pie at Mama Martha's table, has an itchy ear today.

Ah, someone must be missing him.

feel happy.