I really don't care

When was the last time you heard that 'brother'?

Moore couldn't help thinking that he had heard such a title a long time ago, when he was called Jason who was not related to him by blood, not Damian who was really related by blood.

Until now, Damian might look down on him a little bit, right?

Da Gang was defeated. Mi was still defeated. An: I dare not dare.

But with Damian's awkward temper, he really wouldn't call him 'brother'.

Moore showed that gentle smile that made people want to cry again. He reached out and touched Jason's head through the hood, "Jason, long time no see."

The irritable Jason wanted to slap Moore's hand off, but Moore's expression was too sad, he barely controlled his temper, took a deep breath, "Okay, just this time, long time no see."

Moore smiled more gently, "It's been five years, you have grown into a reliable adult before I knew it."

The tone is emotional, and the eyes are nostalgic.

Jason didn't like this kind of tone and attitude the most. He was the standard type who would take the soft but not the tough, so he let Moore take off his hood.

Because of strenuous exercise, the hair on his forehead was a little wet and stuck to his forehead.

But his eyes are amazingly bright at this moment.

Moore stretched out his hand to touch his hair again this time, and felt wet in the palm of his hand, but he didn't dislike it either.After putting down the hood, the other hand went directly to touch Jason's face. He got very close and began to trace Jason's face.

Moore's voice was very soft, but Jason seemed to be able to read out what he wanted to express, "Jason Todd."

Where I can't see, you are already so old, you can already handle these things alone, you have also become an elder brother, you can also distinguish right from wrong, and you can hold back your desires and hatred.

Moore didn't say a word, just looked at Jason silently.

But Jason had completely understood what he meant, he lowered his eyes, and took Moore's hand on his face with his hand, "So you can rest assured."

The light in Moore's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he seemed to have changed back to the young man who was not good at words and only cared with a gentle smile, instead of the young man who had gone through a lot and even had a chat with him later.

He is not needed.There was such a meaning in Moore's eyes.

Seeing this, Jason sighed in his heart, and quickly spoke to comfort Moore: "Don't worry, I'm still Jason Todd." It is precisely because of Moore's character that he can't rely on him with confidence.

In the past, his attitude was so tough when he was in Wayne Manor, but it was because he didn't give in to the soft side first.

But Moore will always be the one to give in first, even though Moore may not have done anything wrong, or it may be caused by Jason's sudden willfulness.

Moore later got used to this kind of relationship, because whenever he showed such an expression, Jason would always comfort him first.

You see, now he has succeeded.

Moore smiled and shook Jason's hand with the other hand, "It's really great that you still need me."

Jason frowned, "Don't say such things again."

It's as if there's no point in living if you're not needed.

Moore heard Jason's concern, and light suddenly lit up in his almost inorganic eyes, a light that could directly burn people—not the kind of warmth brought about by the melting of ice and snow, but the warmth of summer Lieyang is generally the temperature at which eggs can be baked on the ground.

Moore laughed, showing his standard eight teeth, and let go of his hand first to give Jason a big hug.

The physical fit also comforted Moore's restless heart before.

Because of this, he felt uncomfortable when he calmed down.It is quite uncomfortable to have a wet shirt sticking to the body.

So he asked, "Is this your safe house?"

Jason replied subconsciously, "No."

Moore asked distressedly, "Whose is it?"

"Red Robin." Jason looked at him and understood what he meant, "Go, go take a shower, I'll find his clothes for you to wear, but he's shorter than you... Hmmm... So the clothes might be shorter, and of course the trousers too."

Moore shook his head indifferently, "It's okay, my shirt is tucked into my trousers, and my shoes are also Martin boots." Both the shirt and trousers can be tucked inside, and it's hard to tell if they're short.

Jason: "..."

He sighed, and pointed out the direction of the stairs to Moore, looking distressed, but said nothing more.

But looking at the back of Moore going upstairs, he inevitably began to think about what kind of life Moore would have lived before, and asked uncontrollably, "How have you lived these years?" Are you ok?"

He no longer wants to ask why Moore left or was forced to leave, but he still wants to ask, 'Has he lived well these years? 'Because this question has been with him for many years, but it has been shelved because there is no one who can ask it.

Moore stopped walking up the stairs, he didn't turn his head, he seemed to be thinking about what to say, after he turned his head again, he restored the smile like a spring breeze on his face, "It's not bad, I swept the street and worked as a bodyguard , Mixed the wine, swept the toilet, washed the dishes, and did everything that hadn’t been done before.”

The bitterness revealed in Moore's words made Jason's eyes turn red all of a sudden.

Moore's voice seemed to become ethereal, and Jason almost wondered if he heard it wrong. He heard Moore say, "I really thought I was going to die at that time."

Moore turned and went upstairs again.

Obviously he was just going to take a shower, and it was only a short walk up the stairs, but his steps were unhurried and sincere, as if he was not heading for the bathroom, but some bright future .

Jason suddenly saw a sense of bleakness from his back.

His eye sockets were red again.

But just as Moore's figure was about to disappear upstairs, a discordant voice came out, "Dicky Bird will arrive in Gotham tomorrow morning."

Jason was suddenly forced to come out of his sentimentality, he subconsciously said: "F**k!!!"

Moore turned his head, "Pay attention to your words."

Jason closed and opened his mouth to swear, and finally he said dryly, "You look like a miniature version of Captain America."

He muttered, "I've clearly removed the bugs in the house."

Moore shook off the windbreaker, and smiled indifferently, "It should be on me."

The voice came again, "You know?"

Although Moore knew he couldn't see him, he still laughed so hard that people could drown in his eyes, "I'm my brother."

Elder brother, you must tolerate your younger brother's willfulness, you must tolerate everything... Of course, you must also take the responsibility of protecting them.

Jason can always check his brain circuit with Moore, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Leave him alone."

Moore is very tired if he cares about one, and he can toss and hurt himself. If he cares about his brothers... Jason is afraid that he will wake up one day and find out about Moore's death and see Moore's body. .body.

Jason said again: "The meat is numb to death."

Moore pretended not to hear, "You put it on me at the charity party."

Voice: "You really do."

Moore was gentle and gentle, with a good temper, "Of course."

He is a brother.

The voice continued, "I admit, it's really meaty. It's much meatier than the big blue bird."

If the voice is not Damian, nor the big blue bird, nor red hood, then only the possibility of Red Robin Tim remains.

You can guess, not to mention that Moore actually knows that Tim has bugged him.

The identities of Red Robin and Tim match up.

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There has been no sound on the communication side for a long time, and Jason defaulted that Tim has left and is not listening, but he still insists on throwing away the bug.

Moore had no choice but to throw it away.

There was a 'what a pity' expression on his face, which made Jason cover his face almost with a toothache, "Don't show such a 'what a pity' expression." He said, "That kid is not worthy of sympathy Woolen cloth."

He looks so angry, it seems that he usually fights with Tim a lot.

But Moore has to admit that the bond between Tim and Jason seems to be very deep, the kind that cannot be cut off or replaced.

Moore suddenly felt a little envious.

He lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them again, "I'm going to take a shower."

Jason responded, and looked back at the person who was about to disappear at the end of the stairs again, "I wanted to ask before."

His expression looked a little indescribable.

Seeing Moore's expression, Jason didn't know what to say, so he had to bite the bullet and ask, "What?"

Moore stretched out his finger and pointed at his own hair, "Is your white hair highlighted?"

"???" Jason was asked, only to remember that there was a bunch of white hairs on the front of his hair... He shook his head and firmly denied, "Of course it wasn't highlighted..."

He sneered, "If it was me, I might dye the whole head white."

Moore's expression didn't change much, but he seemed a little confused, "Um... so."

Jason was speechless.What's the matter with Moore's old mother feeling relieved to see her child grow up?

But this hair... Jason lowered his head and checked Tim's safe house again for any other bugs he hadn't found.

In fact, Tim has almost more bugs than Batman, and his desire to control is also the strongest among the children in the family, but he is still so modest and gentleman on the surface.

Although Jason didn't agree with such behavior of being overly nervous and taking all dangers into his hands, he was actually doing it. What he said now was like being a woman.

Jason searched around, but couldn't find it. It doesn't look like his level has regressed.

That bunch of white hair... actually turned white because he thought he had lost Moore.

The author has something to say:

Little Wing: Have you ever heard of one night white hair?

Moore: I've heard of it.

Moore: But I haven't heard of Yiyebai Yipin.

Little Wings: ...

Happy Christmas Eve~

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