[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

"...No, if you trouble me at this time..."

Tim walked a bit into the Batcave, and vaguely heard Todd talking to someone. With the current distance, he couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but he could still judge the other person's bad mood through his posture.

The elderly man was half lying on the bench, every muscle in his body was tense, a book was folded upside down on his chest, he lowered his head slightly, his hands were close to his ears, his white fingertips seemed to be pinching something , Tim guessed it might be a small device like a communicator.

Tim kept walking lightly, even using his stealth skills.

Little Red Bird didn't know why he did this, but his subconscious mind told him he had to.

"...or I'll kill you." He heard Todd say this.

This voice is like the ice that never melts in the North Pole, and it's bitingly cold. This is the first time Tim has heard Todd speak in this tone--to give an inappropriate example, the same situation can be compared to Jason facing the clown.

Tim paused for a moment, straightened his body, and made some noise on purpose.

Almost at the same time as he made the sound, Todd turned his head abruptly, a cold light flashed in his emerald green eyes, and the expression on his face was almost violent... It's hard for Tim to describe.

It was the desperate madness of being cornered.

It was clear that Todd was the one who threatened... But he was so embarrassed that it seemed that someone pointed a knife at his throat, and the tip of the knife had pierced the skin.

Dying.

Tim almost forgot to breathe for a moment, and he looked at Todd without blinking, not letting go of any micro-expression.

He noticed that the other party's pupils contracted violently, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The murderous aura around the elder was almost condensed into substance, and Tim really felt the solid killing intent——Todd finally took off the sheepskin he had been wearing all along.

He mistook me for someone unknown, Tim thought.

Tim tentatively: "Jason?"

"Yeah." Todd turned his face and looked forward: "Why are you here?"

The man asked calmly. He leaned back, relaxed his body and slid down along the curve of the chair, and lazily put the book on his face. With a little force on his fingertips, after a small click, the communicator switched off. Crushed into powder.

It was as if nothing had happened before.

But the sixth sense honed between countless lives and deaths tells Tim that he is not hallucinating.

Tim walked behind Todd in silence, noticing a short but slight tremor in the other's shoulders and neck.

"It's up to me to ask that question."

Tim reached out, trying to take the book off Todd's face, he hated having to rely on his voice to guess what the other person was thinking.

"Don't move around." Obviously the man couldn't see anything, but he still held Tim's wrist precisely, with little strength, he just squeezed it warningly, and then let go.

"You're hurting me." Tim couldn't help complaining, with a vague accusation in his tone: "I thought you would be with Bruce, but you ran to this place alone to chat with others."

Todd pulled the book down a little, just to expose his eyes, and he looked at Tim incredulously, with strange eyes.

The elder said slowly: "Is it my illusion, or are you really..."

Increasingly arrogant?

"Huh?" Tim looked back innocently.

Before Todd could finish the second half of the sentence, he was choked by Tim's performance: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

As he said that, he shrank under the book like a soft big cat, escaping from reality, half shrunk, and Tim directly snatched the cover away.

Todd: "..."

He opened his eyes helplessly: "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to know why you're here alone - you saved Bruce, you saved the whole family, you should be sitting in the living room with us, you belong there."

Instead of sitting here arguing with others and showing... that expression.

Todd tugged at his sideburn hair in distress: "Why do you have such an idea?"

"Bruce is also your father, don't you want to say something to him?"

You must know that Jason almost broke Dick's head off just now in order to fight for the right to ask questions.

——You are obviously alone.

The elder smiled slightly, looking a little embarrassed: "Ah... no, baby bird, that's not my Bruce, I just rescued your Bruce."

His Bruce was buried six feet below, and the saplings had grown in front of the grave.

"But you are one person!" Tim retorted anxiously: "According to you, if you change the past, the future will change accordingly, so Bruce is your Bruce!"

He was paranoid about trying to prove something.

Tim: "By the time you go back in time, I won't be Batman, and Bruce will be in the Batcave!"

Todd sighed: "Time doesn't work that way."

"Then tell me." Tim opened his eyes wide. "What did I say in the future? Don't lie to me, Jason, please tell me."

Todd clenched his fingers unconsciously. He was not very good at rejecting Tim, especially this young baby bird.

He looked away, trying to express his non-cooperation with silence.

"Jason."

Todd's eyebrows trembled, showing a forced expression again.

Tim almost relented, but he knew he was only one step away from getting what he wanted.

"Jason?"

"Okay." Todd turned his gaze back again: "I swear I'm not telling half a lie. I really don't understand the mechanism of time movement, but after changing the future, my reality will disappear."

--disappear.

Tim stared blankly at the person in front of him.

How could he say such horrible things in such an understatement?

Todd thought that Tim didn't understand, so he projected a virtual screen in the air, drew a vertical line on it with his finger, and drew a dot in the middle.

"This point is your time, which is my past." Todd draws another line obliquely, starting from this point.

"Small changes won't make a difference, but when the changes are big enough, a new future will emerge."

On the screen is a "Y" shaped pattern.

"Then the old future will disappear." He erased the original line, and the "Y" was erased with a branch, and the original straight line was twisted into a strange shape.

Tim's eyelashes quivered.

Overwhelming depression and suffocation hit him.

"Disappearing—what's the difference between that and dying?"

"Uh... no pain? No feeling, no one will know, no one will even find out."

"All time travelers know about this consequence?"

Todd nodded: "I know."

Tim: "So you're going to die?

Todd hesitated: "It can also be said...but it's not accurate."

Tim took a deep breath and said unbearably, "Are you all crazy? Why would the future me allow you to do this? Who gave you the right to decide the survival of a world?"

He spoke fast and his voice was urgent: "Damn, how dare you—even if the world is so bad that it becomes a garbage dump, you should plant flowers on the garbage dump!"

Yes, Todd thought.

That's what you do.

He didn't know why the future Tim didn't stop him. The other party had been connivingly watching him carry out this crazy plan, with an ambiguous attitude. The only time he got serious was just now.

"How many time travelers will there be?" Tim tried to calm down: "I only know you and Stark at the moment."

"A lot." Todd replied honestly: "This is an important time node, and I guess most people can't help but use the time machine."

"You want to stop them?"

Todd shook his head: "No need, I just need to make sure everything happens according to plan."

"Oh." Tim said coldly, but he was not as calm as he looked, on the contrary, a strong sense of powerlessness and aggrievedness occupied every corner of his heart.

Todd half closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes cast two shadows on his face.

Resurrecting Bruce had consumed too much of his energy, and after he came back he had played games with ghosts for a long time, and now he was so tired that he just wanted to sleep.

When the man was silent, his deep and delicate outline, his pale skin, made him look like a lifeless marble statue.

Tim held Todd's wrist and rubbed against his pulse. The temperature of the hand held by him just now was abnormal. The little red bird frowned and touched the elder's forehead again.

"You have a fever," Tim said dryly. "Keep this temperature for 48 hours, and you'll burn a hole in your head."

Todd responded vaguely through his nasal cavity, "My physique is different from ordinary people, baby bird, I need to sleep quietly now, if there is anything else, I will talk about it later, okay?"

"Oh." Tim replied dryly.

Todd had been waiting for Tim's footsteps to leave, counting the seconds distractedly, but he couldn't wait.

The Batcave was so quiet he could hear Tim breathing.

Again.

He sighed silently from the bottom of his heart, half-closed his eyes, and looked up at Tim from the bottom up: "Say it."

Tim was silent for a few seconds: "...do you want to know what happened just now?"

He's apologizing this way, Todd thought, and he gave Tim a flimsy glance.

I forgive you.

"Tell me about it." The elder replied with a bit of sleepiness, "It's nothing more than you hurting each other?"

Tim is not a good storyteller as he babbles back, but Todd is still amused.

"You are clearly aware that these are all misunderstandings." He softened his voice and turned his face slightly: "This is too much."

He said the condemning words, but there was an intimate smile in his brows and eyes: "Did Bruce become stiff—like this."

The elder gestured vividly.

"It's more rigid." Tim raised the corner of his mouth: "We also tied Bruce with a mantra lasso and asked a question."

Todd blinked with interest: "Did you ask?"

Tim shrugged. "Dick almost asked Bruce who his favorite Robin was."

The smile in Todd's eyes faded, but he didn't show any abnormality: "Wow... which lucky bird is it?"

"You can listen to yourself." Tim clicked on his watch.

The childish voice of the little boy resounded in the air.

"...I love each and every one of you and every Robin is the best."

"That's good." Todd looked a little dazed: "It's really hard for him."

[If this is the case. 】

[Then why take him to Ethiopia again? 】