There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Night falls.

Two handsome young men walked side by side on the sidewalk, talking to each other and looking alive with energy... that didn't fit the energy of the soon-to-be-shadowed neighborhood.

"Jason said, we'd better get back before dark."

"What a nostalgia, I remember the last time I heard about gate control was when I was five years old - my mother told me that if I had any more fun in the grass, I wouldn't want Christmas presents." Sherlock said softly said sarcastically.

"It sounds like Mrs. Holmes is really tolerant," Tony laughed. "I thought no one would be able to control you when you were young."

To Tony's guess, Sherlock snorted and did not reply positively.He wouldn't take the initiative to bring up Mycroft and his childhood follies.That should be locked away in the deepest corner of the memory palace and never opened.

But although they said it easily, they still quickened their pace a little.

At noon, Jason didn't take anyone with him, and went out alone.The guardian was not around, and Tony and Sherlock were unwilling to stay in the safe house for a whole day in Gotham, so they slipped out and wandered around Gotham for an afternoon.

Halfway through, Tony also received a call from Jason, telling them to go back quickly in a fierce tone.

Of course, the two who came out to let the wind go will not easily return to the safe house.But Gotham in the daytime is actually similar to most modern cities, and Tony can't research anything.Sherlock casually reasoned out the complex and bloody interpersonal relationship in the restaurant, and almost made the chef carry a knife on the spot...

Tony dragged Sherlock away in a panic, reluctantly achieving the first overlord meal achievement in his life.

When the two returned to the safe house, night fell on the city again.

Tony opened the door and whispered to his companion, "Gotham is not as interesting as I thought."

In the dark room, someone suddenly said, "Because Gotham is not a playground."

The hoarse voice startled Tony. He subconsciously wanted to slam the door open just now, but he smiled when he heard the other party: "Be more vigilant."

Much better, Jason thought, than when he first met him.

Sherlock pressed the light switch inside the house, and he sniffled, "Are you hurt?"

"A little injury..." Jason lay lazily on the sofa, his voice was hoarse and he didn't care.

The clothes scattered on the ground were still stained with bright blood.

His upper body was naked, and several rounds of bandages were wrapped around his abdomen.However, on the skin outside the gauze, there are almost all scars - it is hard to believe that such dense scars will appear on such a young body at the same time.

Tony, who had never seen such a scene in reality, couldn't help holding his breath.

He'd always known that Jason was a dangerous guy who was different from anyone his age he'd ever met—but Jason had always acted like...

Well, not very kindly, Tony thought, but at least he had a subtle, irascible patience with himself and Sherlock throughout.

People are always more willing to believe, or in other words, prefer people who are good to themselves.

Seeing Jason's scars for the first time, Tony couldn't help frowning, and he lowered his voice: "Have you ever considered becoming a policeman? I mean, you seem to be dealing with the same things as the police Almost, and they still have salaries, you are simply giving away money for charity..."

It's the kind of high-risk zero-reward.

"Police?" Jason laughed a few times because of Tony's words.

He wanted to laugh out loud, but the pain in his abdomen stopped Jason from joking.

If he hadn't experienced those things, Jason thought, maybe he would really like to be an envoy of justice.

But unfortunately, the messy past has led to the same messy present——

It was difficult enough for Jason to crawl out of the ground, but to force him to be aboveboard and walk in the world as if nothing had happened was really too demanding.

Thoughts turned in his mind, Jason, who was still lying on the sofa, didn't get up, he was spinning a small and exquisite gun in his hand, as relaxed and comfortable as a student spinning a pen.

"The police is indeed a good profession, but it doesn't suit me—speaking of which, you and Sherlock are still students?"

The topic suddenly jumped, and Tony responded unconsciously.

"Students can be rebellious once in a while, and adults' affairs are not so easy to get involved." Jason reached out and threw the small hardcover gift box on the coffee table to Tony: "I saw it on the road and bought it, after the two of you eat Dessert, you're welcome."

The intention of chasing guests is so obvious that Tony has to swallow his meddling words.

All right, since the person involved is not willing to talk about these things, he doesn't need to pick on people's unhappy things to mention.

The slightly blunt interruption stopped Tony from what he wanted to say next. He glanced helplessly from the transparent packaging box, and the creamy paste of the decorated dessert inside was a ball.

Seeing Tony turn his gaze to himself, Sherlock smirked respectfully and insensitively: "I don't like dessert, you should solve it yourself."

After Tony's back disappeared behind the bedroom door, Sherlock looked at Jason: "Okay, since Tony isn't here, why don't we talk?"

The muzzle of the black hole was facing his eyes, and Jason seemed to smile again when he heard his own voice: "Little devil, what can we talk about?"

"Don't you want revenge? How about I come to help? It's a reward for bringing me to Gotham..."

"This is the game you want to play, right?" Jason interrupted Sherlock.

He stared into the other's light-colored eyes, as if he could see what was going on in the heart of this kid who often had a low EQ and couldn't read people's faces at all.

"But no, it's not the same as our cooperation this morning-I won't involve you two brats."

***

Clark didn't know why 413 was so magical, but that didn't stop him from loving the new environment from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he opened the window, he saw the dazzling golden blanket covered in the sun. He spent 5 minutes in a good mood—during which he couldn't help but use the speed of light a dozen times—to tidy up the room.

Looking around, Clark said to himself: "There is something missing...ah, I should buy some more pots of flowers."

Clark is not one to procrastinate.Now that there are fewer plants, let's go to the flower shop to buy some while I have time off today to move.

Secretly thinking about what plants to add, Clark even considered whether to bring a few pots for the landlord and new neighbors...

The extremely keen hearing heard the door opening downstairs almost at the same time.

Clark subconsciously adjusted his glasses, the door opened, and two teenagers, one tall and one lower, came back and forth.

Sherlock, who was rejected by Jason, was still sulking, and Tony was still holding the untouched dessert in front of his eyes: "Still angry? Do you want to have some dessert to be happy?"

The words were sweet, but Sherlock was even more angry when he glanced at the dessert that was shaken even more.

On the other side, hearing Tony's proficient coaxing tone - which he had practiced in coaxing Maria - Clark hesitated for a moment whether to come forward to say hello.

Didn't Samuel say that there are still couples staying in the apartment?