[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Jason confronted Batman.

On a rooftop somewhere in Gotham.

And Dick was there.

The long and strong Jason wore an apple hood, neither Batman nor Dick could recognize him, the three of them started a chase in the night sky of Gotham, chasing each other, having a great time.

"Little Wing likes to jump like this." Dick, who talked a lot, was still muttering.

His voice was not low, and Jason could hear it clearly. His feet slipped and he almost fell off the edge of the steel bar.

"Hey! Watch your step," Dick's voice sounded cheerful. "We're taking you to the police station, not the hospital."

...I haven't seen you for a few years, why is this guy even more noisy? ? ?

Jason felt dizzy.

This is not the meeting and "revenge" he was looking forward to.

He should punch Batman in the nose and tell him he's better than that stupid new Robin bird.Then, then...?

Jason froze for a moment, he hadn't thought about this yet.

Maybe he'd go and kill the scourge of the Joker himself.

As for going back to being Robin?

He didn't think about it, and he wouldn't do it.

In the League of Assassins, he had already killed so many people that he was no longer suitable for that position.

A moment of distraction, Dick, who was already Nightwing, went around and blocked Jason's face. There was a big bat watching from behind, but Jason was not afraid.

Now he has a kind of self-confidence, the kind that believes that he can punch a big bat.

The black cat on the wall hangs its head, looking indifferently at the scuffle below.

Want to play Batman?

Dream faster.

The current Jason is only 17 at all times, let's say he is 18 years old. He doesn't have enough combat experience and city government. It's just that it's not a big problem if he beats Dick, but he will suffer if he really faces Batman.

What's more, Batman and Nightwing were the "vigorous duo" back then, and they cooperated closely.

Jason didn't win the fight, so he was full of anger.

Natch looked amused, lying on his side on the narrow wall, his head tilted from one side, watching Dick hold Jason with a double stick, and tie him up with a rope.

Still talking.

"His movements are really like little wings."

Batman ignored Dick's muttering, probably too noisy.

The silent "Wall of Bats" was nothing to Dick.

On the other hand, Jason might feel left out and have some negative emotions, but this Dicky bird, which has lost its down feathers and turned into a big blue bird, doesn't care at all, and keeps chirping by itself.

In Dick's eyes, if Batman doesn't speak, the biggest possibility is that he doesn't know what to say, not that he doesn't want to speak.

"The little wings are so big now, aren't they?" As he said that, Dick really made a gesture, he was stunned, and shook his head: "No, no, no, Jay Bird won't become such a big lump."

Jason:  …

I'm sorry, I'm such a big mess.

Feeling that the person who was pressing was dishonest, Dick pressed down, causing Jason to kneel on one knee, unable to lift his head for a while.

The fiery Jason exerted force on his legs and pushed upwards fiercely.

"Hey, aren't you a little underwhelmed?" The big blue bird immediately became unhappy, and pressed down again.

Jason remained silent and continued to climb up.

I heard Dick muttering again: "This one looks like Little Wing. But Little Wing's aesthetics can't be that bad, right? What the hell is this? Apple hood?"

Jason: ...QNMB

Batman couldn't help it because of Dick's nagging. He walked up to Jason and groped for the mask.

This hood was originally the prototype made by Jason before he left. Most of the structure is the habit of his early years. It is quite easy for Batman to find the mechanism.

With two clicks and three clicks, the hood opens.

The moment Batman touched the switch, he knew something was wrong.

"Jason?"

Batman whispered.

Dick froze, and his strength was a little loose. Jason took the opportunity to knock Dick into the air. He jumped up and hit Batman in the face.

Batman doesn't back down, just looks at him like that.

The two looked at each other at close head-to-head distance.

"Meow--"

A gloomy meow came from the empty alley.

When they looked at each other, Jason was grinding the rope with the mechanism on the glove. He had already broken free at this moment, quickly backed away, bumped away Dick who was suddenly at a loss, and ran away.

"Jay Bird?!"

Dick yelled, but failed to slow down Jason. He saw that Batman was not moving, so he planned to rush out alone, but he was called back just as he lifted his foot.

"Come back, he came prepared." Batman stopped Dick, "Tim lost contact."

Dick stopped, unable to react.

"Jason?"

Batman didn't answer, played with the "Apple Hood" in his hand, turned around and got in the car, and returned to the Batcave with Dick.

They're going to track down Tim's whereabouts.

At the bottom of the alley, Naqi got up and stretched his waist, catching up with Jason.

"Meow."

"what?"

Jason asked angrily.

The black cat tilted its head, indicating the direction of the safe house.It has to go back and check the situation, and always feels that Damian's character is not very suitable for taking care of patients.

This reason is really perfect to impeccable.

Jason could only take Naqi back.

As soon as I entered the door, the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Jason almost couldn't catch his breath: "I told you to watch people, you cut people up???"

"Alive." Damian said angrily, "The ventilation here is not good, my pot?"

This is an underground house, perfect for concealment.

Indeed, Jason is a native of Gotham, and he can find such a house, but he has been away for too long, and he will not be able to find a reliable way to repair the house for a while. Even if he does it himself, the source of materials is also a problem.

So it hasn't been renovated yet, it's still a basement.

Just, the ventilation isn't great.

On the premise that Damian didn't continue to make up the knife, the previous smell of blood couldn't dissipate so quickly.

Jason frowned in disgust, thinking about what to do next, walked over to see the new Robin.

Naqi, who was following Jason's feet, stepped forward first, jumped onto Tim's lap, raised his head and sniffed.It didn't care about the smell of blood, it looked it over carefully, and nodded at Jason.

There is no fatal problem, and the wound has been healed. As for excessive blood loss, eat more sugar, and it will be fine in two days.

Natch felt completely fine.

The little black cat tilted its head again, a little confused.

"Meow?" But why is he sitting here and pretending to be asleep?

Damian of the tenth level of cat language:! ! !

"Are you pretending to be dizzy???" Deceiving my feelings!

Xiaomi exploded in an instant, and was about to slash when he drew out his weapon. Jason grabbed him one step faster, and Tim, who was pretending to be dizzy, couldn't pretend anymore, so he blinked innocently.

"how do you know……"

The moment he raised his head, the little black cat on his lap had already disappeared. Natch squatted on the person with almost no weight, and Tim, who was exhausted, didn't seem to notice that a little black cat was so close to him just now.

"I'm resting, so I'm not pretending to be dizzy."

Damian didn't listen at all, Damian just wanted to slash him twice.

Jason persuaded copingly: "Okay, calm down."

It was Tim who recognized Jason.

"The previous Robin?"

Jason didn't expect this, and raised his eyebrows: "How did you recognize it?"

"Batman made a projection statue of you and put it in the cave. When you pass by, you have to look at it many times a day. You were not young when you left, and your eyebrows are not much different. Of course you can recognize it." Tim is very honest. .

I don't know whether to complain about making projection statues for living people, or complain about something else.

Jason was so suppressed that he had the urge to vomit old blood.

"It seems that he is very idle." Idle is free for statues, but not for catching clowns.

Tim noticed that the person in front of him seemed to be in a bad mood, so he cautiously did not answer.

"Okay, next question. Why hasn't the clown been caught yet?" He really cared.

Jason almost gritted his teeth and asked.

"...?" Tim was a little puzzled, "I caught him a few times and ran away. The mental hospital can't lock him up."

Jason froze: "Isn't it a prison?"

"The clown is really mentally ill." Legally, he can't be sent to prison...

Tim was also helpless.

Then he heard Jason grinding his teeth.

"Crunch", "crunch"...

Very penetrating.

Tim fell silent again.

Jason, who was still sane, grinded his teeth all night, Damian didn't know where to go, and Naqi, who hated the dilapidated sofa, huddled on the window sill, listening to Jason chanting "What a thing Batman is" all night.

Jason forgot a lot of things.

The remaining memories cannot construct a complete story.

All he remembered was the stress, the days and nights of training, the fights, Batman accusing him of being "emotional" over and over again, and the arguments.

Jason remembers arguing with Batman a lot, especially during Night Watch.

He would go all out to crush the bridge of the nose of his enemies, rendering them "utterly incapable of fighting."

And Batman thinks that "breaking the bridge of the nose" is something that doesn't have to happen.

Tim was forced to listen.

For some unknown reason, Tim raised his mouth: "Actually, Batman also has very emotional moments. It was because of this that I came to the door."

Emotional Batman?

It was a novel story for Jason.

"Tell me." Pass the wine.

Natch: ...

"Meow!" Drinking is not allowed.Two minors and one was wounded by a knife. What kind of wine did they drink?

The cat's paw scratched the jar directly.

Tim held his breath.

This cat...? !

After calming down the two two-legged beasts very well, Naqi went back on his stomach contentedly.

Jason, who was also holding his breath, breathed a sigh of relief, but said helplessly, "Okay. Just say so."

He originally wanted to untie this new Robin, but after thinking about it, it was Robin. He was in a bad mood today, and if his hands trembled and he died after a fight, the picture would not be so beautiful.

Fortunately, Tim didn't pick anything. In order to ease the atmosphere, he first told the story of how he found Batman in the first place.

Hearing that Batman was picked out of his secret identity by such a brat.

Jason is super cool.

Shuang laughed wildly.

The kind of villain.

Naqi lifted the cat's paw to cover his ears in disgust.

Tim: "..." Is this person mentally ill?

Besides, when Jason left, Batman's behavior gradually became too aggressive. He kicked and broke the enemy's ribs, and even after the enemy surrendered, he would still beat the opponent continuously, resulting in a comminuted fracture.

Damian heard it more and more familiarly, looked at Jason, and asked, "Why does this sound a bit like you?"

Jason didn't want to answer.

Jason was annoyed that Batman was indifferent to him.

Jason was still upset to hear that Batman had gone too far because of his affairs.

Why are you so awkward?

Jason wanted to drink, Jason wanted to smoke, but Nucky wouldn't allow it.

The hard-working Jason slipped out in the middle of the night to find two thieves to beat him up, but accidentally bumped into Nightwing who came out to watch the night for Batman.

Two birds, one blue and one red, look at each other from the top of Wayne Tower.

Jason showed a seemingly unlucky expression: "Is the old bat dead or something?"

"Go home, Little Wing," was all Dick said.He tapped his ears to hide the position of the headset, "Bat and Ah Fu are cleaning up your room."

Jason: ...? ? ?

Clean up your ass, when did I agree to go back? ? ?

In the grass in the distance, in the shadows that are difficult for human eyes to discern, Naqi yawned a little.

The author has something to say: Tim: Meow meow? ? ?Did you forget me? ? ?

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