[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Go, Algernon."

When Jack came out of the kitchen with buttered bread and bacon fried eggs, he heard a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and a dark afterimage flashed in front of his eyes. Then the plate in his hand sank slightly, and he lifted it up again. Seeing it, the fluffy owl was flying to Jason's hand holding a roll of fried bacon.He sighed, and shook the plate in his hand: "This is your breakfast."

Owls can't eat things high in oil and salt,? Jason took the bacon off Algernon's paw and gave Algernon a piece of raw chicken as a reward.Algernon is already a big girl,? Is in the transition stage of chick and adult bird,? There are still some young birds whose feathers have not completely faded.Jack looked at the furball squatting on Jason's shoulder, and immediately figured out what he wanted to do, he could only sigh: "You really want to train Algernon into a war eagle?"

Pulling left and yellow right Qingcang is really handsome, and it is the dream of many men, but it is too strange for this "cang" to become an owl.Generally speaking,? Warhawk should be an eagle or a falcon.

Well, in fact, the biggest reason why Algernon can't be a war eagle is that she lacks an eye.Just like capping a pen cap is a trivial matter for a healthy person, it is much more difficult to cap it when one eye is closed.The error caused by two eyes viewing the same object from different angles creates a sense of three-dimensionality, and the sense of three-dimensionality allows animals to judge front and back, size and distance.It is difficult to do it with one eye. The picture within its field of vision is a flat picture.This is fatal to a warhawk - it may not be able to grasp things accurately.

"I just want to find something to do. If this continues, your villa should be renamed 'Bat Heating Room for Late Withdrawal Patients'." Jason said.

"Don't tell me you still want to go back to be Robin." Jack pushed the buttered bread and another plate of fried eggs in front of Jason, and began to prepare his own breakfast. He brought out a plate of mushroom soup from the microwave,? Small pieces of mushroom and chicken were floating in the milky white soup,? He put the soup bowl on the table and stuffed two slices of torn white bread into it casually.

"is it not OK?"

"Does someone in his late 20s wear green scale shorts again? Hopefully you won't be flying around Gotham somewhere and have to stop and straighten a falling egg."

"First, I don't wear green scale shorts most of the time. I only wear them every day when Dick is Robin." Jason stuck a piece of bacon expressionlessly, "Second, don't talk to me like my mother, You were just about to put on long johns for me on the spot."

"Batman hasn't been suspected of being named Wayne for a long time. It's because all of you little birds are too poor to wear pants. By the way, does your Bat daddy also have money to buy armor? Underpants of the same color." Jack stirred the thick soup with a spoon in a lack of interest, and after a long silence he said, "Are you serious, Jason? Do you still want to go back to be Robin? Being almost 20 years old is not enough to cure Your bat daddy is dependent?"

"A person in his 30s who is still making up childish stories to deceive children has any right to criticize me."

Jack smiled a little embarrassingly: "You think too far, let's talk about it after recovering your muscles. But to be honest, Little Red Bird, Bruce is not Batman anymore, maybe he will just let you be Batman when you go back." an ordinary person."

"He doesn't want to be Batman, I can be. Arkham lunatics won't stop doing evil just because Batman is gone. Gotham needs Batman."

"I have to dangle around in tights..." Jack stood up while speaking, put down the mushroom soup that he hadn't had a few mouthfuls of, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.He was just about to leave the dining table with a step, but suddenly his feet slipped, his center of gravity was unstable, and his head hit the glass dining table firmly, making a teeth-stinging bang.Because in the process of slipping and falling, he subconsciously grabbed the tablecloth, causing the cups and plates on the table to shatter. Pressing his bruised forehead, he subconsciously looked at Jason: "Are you injured?"

There was a small gash on Jason's right hand that was no longer than 5 cm long, and a few drops of blood flowed out from this shallow gash: "I was scratched by a table knife. What's your situation? You haven't been beaten by Batman for a long time, and your motor nerves are exhausted." Degraded?"

"Just water on the floor."

Jason raised his eyebrows. Jack didn't look like someone who was so clumsy that he would slip when he stepped on a puddle.

Naturally, it was impossible for Jack to explain to him that this was dizziness caused by hypoglycemia.

Jack knew it was not good for him to do so, and the feeling of satiety from eating solid foods would bring a sense of well-being written in his genes, which would help improve psychogenic anorexia.Such is the side effect of liquid food that it cannot replace the bulging feeling of meat, bread and rice.Even with adequate daily energy and nutrition intake, an empty stomach can leave a person numb and weak.But he really can’t swallow any solid food. Even fruit has to be cut into small pieces, and fish and shrimp are ground into minced meat before he can swallow it. Neither will porridge, and anything larger than a grain of sand will cause vomiting.Jack never knew that he had a princess and the pea living in his throat, and that something the size of a mung bean could hurt her.

Gotta digress.He turned his eyes and said suddenly, "Your wound?"

Jason's attention was distracted by him, and he followed Jack's gaze. The wound cut by the table knife was no longer bleeding, and even the opened flesh closed itself, leaving only a shallow, rose of scratches.

The two raised their heads and looked at each other.If they remember correctly, Jason was injured less than 5 minutes ago, and the wound was still bleeding when he spoke just now, but now even the blood scabs have fallen off. This healing speed is obviously not normal.

"Are you...?"

Jack thought for a while, picked up the table knife that fell on the ground, opened his palm, and said in a low voice: "Be patient."

Then he exerted force on his hand, and the sharp blade cut a bigger wound in his palm, and blood gushed out, staining the entire palm red.After about ten seconds, the speed of bleeding slowed down visibly to the naked eye, and finally stopped.Immediately afterwards, the flesh on both sides began to close together, and new granulation tissue grew. About 10 minutes later, the bloody wound turned into a long pink line in front of the two of them. After 15 minutes, Jason had only one Shallow scars.Jason made his hands into fists and stretched his fingers. He did a few rounds without any discomfort.

"Self-healing ability..." Jack murmured, "Come with me to the laboratory."

"Amber gold gave you a strong self-healing ability, which is a blessing in disguise." Jack was wearing a white coat, flipping through a stack of medical report data, "Now you can survive even if your brain and heart are smashed, the only one The part that cannot be regenerated is the spine, to be precise, the bone marrow inside the vertebrae. You must protect the spine first in combat, and everything else can be put second."

While listening to him, Jason put his shirt back on. His muscle weakness made it extremely difficult for him to do this: "What about the side effects?"

"Don't use this ability frequently. Um... like, the enemy knows you have self-healing ability, and after they beat you to a serious injury, they stab you repeatedly, forcing you to use self-healing ability to heal wounds continuously. After a while Timely use of this ability will not have negative effects, but frequent use in a short period of time will damage your viscera and age, and you can also understand it as overdrawing your lifespan." Jack handed him the medical examination report, "Second point, try not to Fighting in a low-temperature environment will slow down your metabolic rate, and around minus twenty degrees is enough to invalidate your self-healing ability, and your wounds will heal as slowly as ordinary people."

If I had known earlier, he would have gone in and lay down by himself.thought Jack.

He really didn't expect Jason to still retain the ability to heal himself. The reason why the claws of the Owl Court can heal themselves when injured, but they can't survive for too long after leaving the training cabin is because the amber gold in their blood is a consumable. Every injury healing will reduce the amber gold stock.He didn't have much confidence in Jason's resurrection at first, thinking that even if Jason came back alive, he would not be able to escape the curse of the short lifespan of his sharp claws, or his hair would turn green because of the polluted vertebrae. Ready to tinker with Jason's body for the rest of his life.

But everything was beyond his expectation, Jason's self-healing ability was still "depleted", the amber gold content in his body dropped after the injury healed, but soon returned to the original level, equal to the amber in his blood Gold can regenerate itself.This really surprised Jack. The amber gold in his hand is exactly the same as that of the Owl Court. After thinking about it, the only difference is the Dionysian factor as the fuse.

The "deteriorated Dionysian factor" of the revived claw of the owl court is not the same degree of "deterioration" as the "degraded Dionysian factor" inside his spine.Perhaps Jack's possession is closer to the real Dionysian factor, so this happens.

"I suggest renaming this ability to 'God wants me to go back to being Robin'."

"It would be better to say 'you can still eat as a mercenary after being kicked out of the house by Bat Dad because you are too rebellious'." Jack smiled for a while, and suddenly became serious: "Little Red Bird, do you really want to go back to be a mercenary?" Bin, are you kidding me?"

"My words are just a joke to you?"

"That's not it, you mean a lot to me, 'joke' is just one of them." Jack pondered for a moment, then reached out to feel around the metal plate on the right side of the laboratory, and he pressed a bunch of buttons in sequence, A groove popped up soon, Jack pulled down the metal pull ring in the groove, a gap of nearly two meters was cracked in the wall, and the two metal doors folded and unfolded outwards, spit out a white cold mist, in the misty In the depths of the smog, stood a black and gold two-color battle armor. It was thin and slim, but full of a sense of power like a cheetah.

"This is?" Jason was surprised.

"The battle armor from the dead Talon, the legacy of the Court of Owls." Jack took off the golden glasses with the owl ear feathers, and gestured on Jason's face for a while, "If you really want to go back Be Robin, then I'll make some modifications to this armor to make sure you don't get killed before you meet Batman. You also prepare, eat hard, exercise hard, restore muscle, and we will go back to Gotham for Christmas go."