There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Tony was still in a trance for a moment about the heavy news that Jason and the Dark Knight were jealous, and Sherlock had already laid down on the bed calmly.

When Tony came back to his senses, he saw Sherlock lying flat on the bed with his hands crossed and flat on his body.

It was the first time Tony saw someone sleeping like this: "..."

"You're going to sleep like this?"

Sherlock didn't even open his eyelids: "Don't worry, I don't have the habit of turning over at night."

No, that's not what Tony was trying to say at all, okay?

He wanted to ask Jason about it again, but after Sherlock solved the riddle, he became lazy, as if he lost interest all of a sudden.

Seeing this, Tony murmured in a low voice: "It's really good to throw it away after you're done."

"What is throwing away when you're done?"

I don't know how Sherlock's ears are long, and Tony's lowered voice was also keenly heard by him.

Hearing that the doubt in Sherlock's tone was not fake, Tony raised his eyebrows: "No way, you haven't even heard what this sentence means?"

Sherlock had never heard the meaning of this sentence, and before that, no one had the opportunity to say this sentence to him.But from Tony's voice that implied a smirk, Sherlock understood that it might not be a good description.

"Don't give me such useless knowledge, Tony."

Obviously didn't open his eyes, but Sherlock seemed to see the teasing smile on Tony's face.He had to stop Tony's "good intentions" before he could speak.

"Even if you say so, I won't remember these useless knowledge. Human brain space shouldn't store too many clutter."

"Oh, miscellaneous." Tony repeated the word, and he really wanted to lift Sherlock's eyelids now to see if his pupils would change due to the light above his head-to prove himself tonight Not really sleeping in bed with an android.

"So what's stored in that precious brain of yours? Is it your solid-state drive?"

"If you really want to know, I'd rather you call it a memory palace." Sherlock's gentle voice came. In fact, he rarely chats with people like this-it's because Tony talks too much, so he has to Reluctantly say a few words to the other party.

——Definitely not because he and Tony became some vulgar things like contract friends.

"What's the use of knowing that the sun revolves around the earth? Astrophysics is useless to me, even if it's all removed from my memory palace, it won't make a difference."

"...the earth revolves around the sun thank you."

Tony threw the quilt to a corner of Sherlock's body, and he reached out to turn off the bedroom light: "I hope your palace steward can remind you at night, don't grab the quilt with others when you sleep."

Sherlock didn't speak anymore, they dragged the poor quilt, covered themselves with it in the dark, and slowly entered the first sleep dream in another world.

The next morning, Jason woke up to a barrage of broken glass and arguing—perhaps he should also add the choking smell of burning.

Jason jumped up from the sofa suddenly, he subconsciously thought it was some kind of fire incident nearby.But then he realized something was wrong—the annoying factors that disturbed his lucid dreams all came from his own kitchen.

"careful!"

Following this urgent reminder, Jason numbly heard another crisp crackling sound.

"Okay, now we've broken the last plate too."

Jason: That's my dinner plate.

The familiar British accent sounded, and it was Sherlock's little bastard's jeering voice: "You broke it, Tony, it's none of my business." He even bit the accent on the word "you".

Tony retorted: "Then do I want to thank you for your generosity of pouring oil on it, Mr. Holmes?"

Jason rubbed his temples. As he walked towards his miserable kitchen, he bluntly stopped the two brats from talking: "You two, get out of my kitchen."

Tony and Sherlock shut their mouths at the same time, and they moved from the kitchen to the sofa in desperation, drawing a very unsatisfactory end to the ambitious cooking behavior early in the morning.

Jason looked at the messy kitchen that was worse than being robbed, and couldn't help moaning: "I don't want to ask what kind of enmity you have with my kitchen, but who can tell me that the smoking thing, Was it ever called an electric skillet?"

Tony & Sherlock: "..."

In fact, these two geniuses with IQs far above the average level really don't know what that thing is called.

Jason didn't expect them to answer, he rolled up his sleeves resignedly and began to clean up the mess in front of him, and started a new day and a new self-reflection in his heart: Why did he bring these two troublemakers here?

Sherlock and Tony were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, looking at the indifferent posture between them, it seemed that they wanted to split the sofa in half, and they were unwilling to sit next to each other—provided that Jason would not separate them Split in half.

Tony noticed Jason's quick movements in the kitchen from the corner of his eyes, and the discussion with Sherlock last night unexpectedly appeared in his mind...

Alas, I never expected that Jason, a tough guy with a height of 1.8 meters, would be sour for love.

After Jason cleaned up the kitchen, made sandwiches for three and returned to the living room, he received a loving look from Tony.

Jason:?

Tony, who was misled by someone, didn't know that his thoughts were far from the actual situation, and Jason didn't bother to find out what Tony, a brat, was thinking.

Sherlock took his own breakfast: "Thank you."

Tony took a bite and was pleasantly surprised to find that the taste was delicious: "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking. If I had known, Sherlock and I would not have entered the kitchen."

Jason ate very fast. He swallowed the last bite of food and said casually, "Is there no one around you who can cook?"

Brought into memory by Jason's words, Tony reconsidered: "Actually, Jarvis, our former housekeeper, was very good at cooking..."

"Ever?" Jason took out the coffee pot from the kitchen, "You don't mind drinking this in the morning, don't you evil capitalists even change their housekeepers?"

Tony stared at the coffee poured into the cup, and he couldn't hear much emotion in his tone: "No, he is the only and last housekeeper in our family."

Hearing that Sherlock glanced at him, he seemed to want to say something, but Jason rudely put a cup of coffee in front of his eyes.The coffee cup collided with the table, and there was a clear sound, and Sherlock was forced to swallow the words that came to his mouth.

I don't know if Jason noticed something, he didn't continue this topic.

In fact, Jason's mind seemed to fly back because of Tony's mention of the word butler.

At that time, he was still in Wayne Manor, and Bruce's training was always horribly harsh-but Jason was never afraid of it. One of the things he looked forward to most every day was the Britney that Ah Fu brought to him after training. cake.

Thinking of Ah Fu, Jason's brows and eyes softened unconsciously.

Since learning that Batman has a new Robin, he has rarely recalled those past times.Even with the old housekeeper who was always kind to him, Jason almost forgot about him...

Maybe Bruce is an asshole, but Alfred is not!

The disappearance of negative emotions made it rare for Jason to calmly recall a happy memory.

Seeing Jason's less sharp and indifferent expression for the first time, Tony couldn't help but ask, "What were you thinking just now?"

Jason was in a good mood, so he didn't mind answering him: "It just occurred to me that I used to be as carefree as you."

Actually it wasn't, even after being adopted by Bruce, he wasn't carefree anymore - it's just that the tip of his tongue still seemed to be filled with the aroma of cookies, Jason said that sentence subconsciously.

Hearing Jason's answer, Tony gave him a meaningful look.Sherlock didn't seem to listen to what they said at all, but when Tony looked over, he "just in time" looked up, and the two exchanged a knowing look.

Tony/Sherlock: He's missing his adoptive father.