Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"You shouldn't have fought Master Jason while you were still wounded, sir."

Alfred put the blood-stained cotton ball into the iron pan.

The iron tray was already full of freshly removed bloody bandages. Alfred methodically disinfected the wounds exposed to the air, reapplied the medicine, and then sat naked on the edge of the bed again. Bruce's upper body was wrapped in fresh bandages.

"If I fight him with no wounds, I'm afraid you'll change your story, Aff." Bruce moved his limbs to make sure that the bandages would not affect his actions—as a well-known playboy, for people Assuming it doesn't collapse, this slight injury certainly can't stop him from going out to "have fun".

Alfred glanced at Bruce with disapproval: "I have never commented on your extra work, sir, because I think you have a sense of proportion. But since Master Jason left, you have been injured more and more more."

"Self-injury will not do the present situation any good," said the old butler somewhat sternly. "If Lord Thomas and Lady Martha were alive, they would certainly reflect deeply on the achievements of their education."

Bruce wanted to say something, but Alfred had put away the medical tools, turned around, and left the room pushing the trolley.

Tim, who was eavesdropping outside the door, hurried back to his bedroom.

Then I started worrying—Lola told him to take care of Jason before leaving, but how would he take care of him?

Bruce and Dick watched the whole process of Alfred's treatment of Jason's wounds, and Tim also quietly approached. I was also a little surprised to find that there were no old scars left on the other party's body, but there were more bruises and abrasions.

It was just beaten by Batman and Nightwing.

Although it's a little bad to think about it when the old butler, Bruce and Dick are equally serious, but I compared it with Jason Todd in the data in my mind, and looked at the red hood lying on the hospital bed at the moment... …Tim had to admit that Lola raised Jason well.

She obviously looked like she couldn't take care of herself, yet she was able to raise Jason so healthy and beautiful.

After confirming that Jason was just hit by a bat dart and fell into a coma, Batman and Nightwing disappeared from the scene one after another, probably because they were discussing how to deal with the red hood.

Tim didn't follow up this time. He knew that Batman and Nightwing would definitely have a big fight about the red hood, and they would start fighting after arguing.

After the old butler took care of Jason's wounds, he sent him back to the room that belonged to him, and then went to Dick's bedroom. Tim hid at the door and listened to a lot of Dick's complaints about Bruce and Al. Fred's calm comfort——Finally, Alfred pushed the trolley into Bruce's bedroom.

The old butler barely spoke to Bruce.

And Tim, after thinking nervously in his room for a long time, still chose to hold back for the time being.

If Jason found himself in his room... he'd be kicked!I will definitely be beaten!

In the end, Tim just sneaked a look at Jason lying on the bed.

Red Hood woke up from the pain.

Because he didn't know his situation, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but Jason was still very surprised that he didn't feel any restraint on his body. He couldn't help thinking about what happened to make the old bat turn around. Sex—what's the joke, he wasn't considered a criminal?When did killing become a trivial matter in the eyes of bats?

He maintained the illusion of deep sleep, listening and feeling the sounds in the room intently.

There is no one here.

Jason opened his eyes.

The familiar overhead light was reflected in his pupils, and the details of the ceiling relief that had become somewhat blurred in his memory gradually became clearer in his eyes. Jason struggled under the bed sheet and found that the effects of the medicine had not completely passed.

How many days has it been?

No wonder he wasn't restrained with a restraint belt, and there were no handcuffs to restrict his movements.

Since his body wasn't quite obeying the command and his mind wasn't particularly clear, Jason simply lay on the bed and stared blankly.

He didn't expect that he could return to this room after going through all this, but what surprised him even more was that after being resurrected from the dead, this place that he once regarded as his home could still soothe his soul.

Although in this kind of soothing, the feeling of licking the wound is more intense.

Those warm emotions only made him feel more and more unbearable, and the anger made him violently resist this sense of security, because feeling nostalgic for the warmth that belonged to the "ex-Robin" would make him more like a joke ; but rationality also told him that only when he cared would he be angry and resist, and what he had to do was to accept it.

What he needs is to accept the fact.

And the truth is, yes, Batman was his best mentor and beloved father; yes, Nightwing was the Robin and brother he was always trying to beat; yes—

Really, Jason Todd was just a joke the Joker told.

See, he said to himself, it's not hard to admit that.

He knew Batman was only satisfied with the best.He was never the best.

Becoming a bystander of his own life can escape uncontrollable anger, but once he calmly admits that his past life is a complete tragedy, Jason has a special kind of joy in his heart, a feeling that tramples everything under his feet. Bottom joy.

Red Hood got up from the bed after waiting quietly for a long time.

He walked slowly around the room he had been in, unable to tell whether he was trying to regain control of his limbs or mourning.

Since waking up, Jason has always been stable.

Until he found a bird made of transparent blue sugar paper in the pen holder. The tip of the ballpoint pen pierced its body in a mischievous manner, and also supported it to make a flying posture.

Oh, Jason thought a little dismayed, she didn't leave any candy.

"What is this?" Before the surveillance video, Dick asked, "Handwork homework?"

During Jason's drowsy days, he went to Jason's bedside to see him several times, but he never found this thing.

Neither Bruce nor Tim spoke.

Dick paused, and made up his mind before anyone could answer, "No, I have to talk to Jason about what he did."

Bruce didn't stop Dick.He looked at the screen in silence for a while, then changed into his uniform and went out for night patrol.

In order not to be involved in the conflict between Dick and Jason, Tim quickly followed.

—if he knew what this conversation had led to in Dick, he would regret not staying here to watch them.

metropolis.

"I'm very happy." Laura said, "Although I haven't stayed in the Metropolis for a long time, every time I come here, it's like going home. It may be because I haven't got a 'home', so this illusion also makes me feel very excited."

That doesn't make sense, Mary Jane thought.

Laura talked and laughed freely in front of her, as if what she felt just now was fabricated out of nothing, and even she herself doubted her own feelings.

The collapse she felt from Lola's performance was so heavy, and that kind of pain was impossible for a little girl of Lola's age.Mary Jane thinks the "born in a lab" key point might be the cause of this pain, but how did Lola manage to repress her feelings so deeply?

Mary Jane decided not to delve into it.

Things are not the same with Laura as they are with Peter.

She had faith in the secret Peter was hiding, knowing that one day he would open up to her, and that as friends, there should be very clear lines between her and Lola.

However, the sense of tearing makes Mary Jane feel irresistible, especially Laura is still so talkative-she doesn't have a strong desire to preach, but she is happy to show herself, and her self is extremely aggressive, because she can There is a layer of warmth shrouded in selfish and cold nature.

She will give people a kind of sophistication and maturity beyond their age, and this maturity is completely opposite to the childishness she usually shows.

"Coffee is good," Laura said to Mary Jane. "Don't you drink it?"

Only then did Mary Jane realize that she was too absorbed in conversation and thinking. She took a small sip from the cup in a disguised manner, and explained, "It was too hot just now."

"Then it's just right now," Laura said.

Her cup was already empty, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the entire metropolis very gentle. Laura turned the empty coffee cup in her hand, showing a thoughtful expression.

Mary Jane's eyes widened.

She stared dumbfounded at Superman falling from the sky not far away.

His body was stable in mid-air as if his feet were on the ground, but his red cloak was fluttering, wrapping half of his body in the strong wind, and the golden glow of the setting sun hit his body and face, giving him a slightly melancholy look. The blue sky showing the half moon made the best background.

Mary Jane had seen this scene on TV many times, but she had never felt Superman's god-like majesty as strongly and personally as she did now.

This is the reality that cannot be felt from the special effects of blockbuster movies, the reality that is dreamlike but absolutely real—although, as a New Yorker, Mary Jane has long been accustomed to aliens falling from the sky, those weird big bugs and faces The ferocious weird guys who can see the sense of evil from their appearance are completely two extremes with Superman.

But what stunned Mary Jane the most was not Superman falling from the sky.

It was his blue eyes that stared unmistakably at Lola's back.

He's here for Laura.no doubt.No one doubts this.

Mary Jane turned her head and looked around, surprised but not very surprised to find that there was no one around them, everything was quiet, even the owner of the coffee shop was napping on the counter.

"Ro... Laura..." Mary Jane called in a low voice as if afraid of disturbing something, trying to remind Laura who was still staring at the empty coffee cup in a daze, "Behind you..."

Laura looked up at Mary Jane.

Her long hair fell to her lips, so she pursed her lips and blew gently, blowing away the strand of red hair.

"Behind me?" Laura said, looking at Mary Jane for a moment, then turning around.

There was nothing behind her.

So Laura turned back and looked at Mary Jane: "You are too tired, so you must be hallucinating."

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