Chapter 235 Chapter 235 [VIP]
At night, Bob drove Jason back to Wayne Manor. He walked briskly through the living room and saw that Bruce had not yet set out for his night patrol. It looked like he was waiting for him.
He'd seen Megan's father sitting on the sofa, acting pretentiously. He was also familiar with Bruce, and it was clear the patriarch was also being serious. So, he leaned over, leaning over the sofa back, and asked Bruce, "Are you waiting for me? Oh my god! Bruce, this is so touching, haha."
Jason couldn't help laughing as he spoke. When Bruce turned around to look at him, a helpless expression appeared on his face. "Superman said that you mentioned his name today." With just a light nod, Jason knew what he was talking about.
But the young man blinked and asked slyly, "Did that big blue guy complain to you, saying I was saying bad things about him?"
Bruce thought about it, and finally couldn't help but nodded with a smile, "Yes, he said that you told a little girl about his dark history, and it made her hate him."
Jason snorted, still fuming as he spoke. "He deserves it."
When their eyes met, Bruce didn't try to correct him. Instead, he said, "He wasn't conscious at the time, and he apologized to you later, feeling incredibly guilty. I know you're still afraid of what Superman might have done to you, and you don't want to be around him. I'm not trying to persuade you to reconcile with him, Jason."
"You have to make peace with yourself."
He spoke so beautifully, Jason turned his head slightly to avoid his gaze, "It's a good thing you didn't ask me to forgive Superman, otherwise you would be alone on night patrol tonight." This was a threat, but just like Bruce understood him, he also knew that Bruce would not say anything to displease him.
But before he went to change his gear, Bruce asked, "Did you have fun today?"
They both had to go to the Batcave to change equipment, so they just walked together. Jason was still a minor, so his steps were smaller than those of the adults around him, but he always loved to jump and jog occasionally, and even hang on Bruce to let him carry him. Because of his sudden movement, Bruce patted his shoulder and said, "I thought you had grown up and no longer liked to play the little games you used to play." But he didn't let Jason get off him.
Jason hung on his shoulder with one hand and could do all kinds of difficult moves. He swung back and forth without pulling the Dark Knight crooked. Perhaps to match his gaming experience, when he moved, Bruce shook his shoulders slightly according to his strength.
Jason answered Bruce's question: "Of course I'm happy!"
"Xiaomei's company was very lively today. I met her friends and her father. And you would never have thought of one thing—"
Bruce cooperated and asked, "What is it?"
Jason flipped over his head and landed lightly on the ground. He boasted loudly and happily about his friend: "I signed a contract with Xiaomei. I will be the doll designer for White Bear. I will get a fixed share of the profits, and also--"
"She gave me one percent of the company."
Bruce had met Megan a long time ago. She was still a young child, but it was obvious that she was well raised. And according to Jason, Megan was not even stopped by her parents from giving away her company shares.
If there was someone else's calculation in this, such as getting closer to Jason because he is Wayne's adopted son, Jason is a smart and perceptive child, he would definitely be able to detect the conspiracy, but there was no such conspiracy, which means that this was just an interaction between the two children, because Megan wanted to give him the shares as a gift, so Jason accepted it.
Bruce chuckled softly, "Really? That's good." He nodded approvingly.
At this moment, he seemed to see Jason's heart. The young man was courageous, resolute, and sincere, and his expression of love and hate was incredibly straightforward.
Maybe there were some signs a long time ago. Jason's childhood was not good. He made a living in Crime Alley. He grew up in a harsh environment and was forced to see a lot of human nature. If he hadn't met Batman, his future would be foreseeable at a glance, and he would definitely go on the road of crime.
When Batman met him, Jason already had a talent for crime and was showing it. Would a child who had grown up like that be easily compassionate? Would he be persistent in giving? Would he care for a child with autism as a friend?
But he did it anyway. He and Megan grew up together as childhood sweethearts. There was no other friend who could make him as devoted as he was to Megan. Moreover, they could talk about anything. Jason could easily talk about his vigilante career and his good or bad experiences. This was already special enough treatment.
Up to now, if Megan has not grown up yet, Jason has entered adolescence. He should understand a lot of things, and only by taking good care of him can a rebellious child be tamed.
Bruce's eyes flashed with understanding, but he didn't tease or ask questions on the topic. He took the elevator to the Batcave with Jason, changed into his equipment, and waited for Jason to sit in his passenger seat before setting off.
While the Batmobile was driving, Jason talked about what happened during the day, "On the way back to Damon's house from White Bear, Mei was carsick, so her father asked her to sit in the passenger seat." But it is hard to say whether it was because of the father's concern or for other reasons.
But Batman knew that when the two children traveled together, they would always be squeezed together, so he laughed softly, "Megan hasn't grown up yet."
Robin nodded in agreement and said without any gloom, "You're right, B. Mei needs to grow up slowly."
Only enough cherishing can constitute waiting, rather than dragging the other person forward too eagerly. Perhaps today's view of love is mostly rebellious, and film and television dramas are accustomed to telling stories of confrontation with the world, but Robin is not prepared to do so.
He knew Bruce had already noticed something, but he didn't want to hide it. "Xiaomei is my best friend, and this will never change. Bruce, you should have heard from Alfu that when I first met Xiaomei, what I thought in my heart was-"
"She's so pitiful. She must need me."
"But since her condition improved, my thoughts should have changed, right? But no, it's hard to say what kind of feelings that are. I still think Xiaomei is both pitiful and cute, and I want to be a part of her happy and fulfilling life."
Robin laughed brightly. He knew that loving by giving was much harder than loving by plundering. But if a relationship was measured by whether it was hard or not, then it would be completely meaningless and it would definitely not be considered a sincere and passionate love.
"Oh my God, how can there be a child like Xiaomei in the world?" He sighed softly. Even though his young eyes and eyebrows were hidden under the domino mask, the smile on his lips was incredibly gentle.
"Who says Xiaomei needs me? I just want to be with her."
He dissected his own heart, repeatedly carved it, and carefully examined it, fearing that there would be any imperfections, hoping that it would shine brightly and illuminate the person he loved most with a soft and harmless light.
Batman didn't say anything to interfere. He just said, "You are also a kid who surprises me. I never thought you were such a good kid."
Robin looked back at him and asked with a sharp gaze, "Am I the best Robin?" At this time, he was still thinking about competing with Dick.
Batman pondered for a moment, "There is no standard for 'best', Jason. You are already an excellent Robin, and I think you can do even better."
…
On Sunday, Megan and Jason will attend Deathstroke's small class again.
When they arrived at the club, it was obvious that the mercenaries had also heard about Megan's little commotion. Even though not many people in the whole of Gotham paid attention to her, once the weirdos in Arkham Asylum were involved, their whereabouts were much clearer and more conspicuous than Megan's daily activities. So Deathstroke inevitably knew that many people had sent her congratulations.
In the training room, he was wiping the rapier in his hand. This thing was not sharpened and he didn't take much care of it, but when he was going to use it, he still had to pretend to do it. After all, for him, taking care of the weapon before the battle has become a habit. This can be regarded as checking for omissions and filling in the gaps. Otherwise, when he is going to use it, he will be unfamiliar with his weapon, which would make him a laughing stock.
Deathstroke looked up at Megan and asked, "Iron Bear is your company? I heard that many people went to congratulate you."
According to his intelligence analysis ability, even if he didn't pay much attention to the child's activities, when the news reached his ears, it was easy for him to analyze the details. He also knew that if it was not Megan's own idea, the Joker would never start a company, otherwise wouldn't his Joker Gang be enough to serve him?
Megan ignored his question, but ran to him and stretched out her hand, "Do you have a gift?" Some children asked, but they had already determined the answer.
Deathstroke didn't care about her contempt, or rather, the real superiors were more tolerant. They didn't care about trivial matters and didn't strive for ulterior motives. Instead, they noticed the cuteness of the child. She was not afraid of people who were stronger than her. Maybe the Joker's tolerance had a bad influence on her, but he still thought it was interesting.
There is a contrast around Megan. Jason has never relaxed his vigilance against him. He is a smart and tough child. He is wary of the strong, but also eager to challenge.
Deathstroke reached behind his waist and took out something, but held it in his palm and did not give it to Megan. He asked: "Then will you say thank you to me?"
What a strange question! Does he prefer polite children?
Actually, neither of them is true. This is just a little humor of Deathstroke.
He held the thing but refused to give it to her, so Megan withdrew her hand, clasped her hands behind her back, and held them together. Her expression remained unchanged as she raised her head. After a moment's thought, she said, "You have to say this is a gift for your friend."
Deathstroke: "Did I misjudge you? Kid, it turns out you prefer making friends rather than attracting pity." He seemed to be hinting at something, and it was obvious that someone had instilled other perceptions in him, so that he had a 'preconceived notion'. Of course, mercenaries would not trust others easily, so he was teasing now.
Megan stared at him for a long moment, "Stop playing with Jonathan."
"Well, I've joined in your pretend play, so the gift is for you. But I don't think the other kid here would be jealous? But if he wants it too——"
Hearing what he said, Jason showed a subtle and disgusted expression, and Deathstroke shrugged, "It seems that Jason doesn't want it, but I am a person who treats everyone equally."
Both gifts were handed to them by Deathstroke. Megan and Jason opened the gifts together. She received a business card with a name and phone number written on it, and the occupation "Assistant to the Chairman".
What Jason received was a postcard. It didn't look like anything special, just a little old paper, but the signature on it was from a famous writer.
Megan took the business card and understood something. "Slade, take care of yourself." She spoke sweet words.
Jason, on the other hand, was much more reserved. "Thanks."
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