Chapter 131 Jason

Extra: Superman

After Tony Stark made one phone call after another, Rong Huan finally boarded a plane back to New York.

Iron Man went to the top floor to wait in the sun, but Jarvis spoke up.

"gentlemen"

The pleasant sound paused for a moment.

"The young lady is already in the air on her way to Metropolis. Mr. Superman asked me to tell you not to worry."

Tony's expression suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, and he finally walked into the house with a sneer.

At this time, Rong Huan sat on Clark's strong arms with her eyes narrowed.

The sea and sky in the distance blended harmoniously with light blue and deep blue. Clark flew very low on purpose so that Rong Huan could even touch the cool sea water.

Dachao has recently learned to act pitiful, and his blue eyes are focused on the little girl.

"Martha missed you so much that she made apple pie."

Upon hearing this, Rong Huan immediately forgot about her guilt towards Tony Papa, and all she could think about was the fragrant apple pie.

During the harvest season, the wheat fields are filled with haystacks and hills of wheat.

In the farm, Shelby saw the two little masters running past happily, wagging their tails.

Martha and Jonathan heard the sound coming out of the house and looked at the two people landing with a smile.

Rong Huan hadn't seen Masha for a long time, and she had a bright smile on her face.

"Aunt Martha, Uncle Jonathan!"

Martha smiled and caught the child, touching her head. Jonathan also smiled lovingly.

His son Clarks was not remembered at all. He patted Shelby helplessly.

"Well, it looks like we've been forgotten."

The house was filled with the scent of apples and the oven made a ding sound.

Martha put the freshly baked apple pie on the table and served the people on the sofa.

Rong Xiaoliu smelled the fragrance and ran out, jumping three feet high beside Marsha.

Finally, she left with a plate of apple pie on it, satisfied.

Rong Huan really enjoyed the coziness of the cabin, and she never got tired of listening to Martha talk about interesting things on the farm.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon and the sky was cloudless, making it a good time to harvest wheat.

Jonathan drove the machine through the wheat field and harvested a large field in less than an hour.

Clark was also helping, Mr. Superman didn't need a machine, flying low with a sickle.

With a flick of the knife, the bent wheat fields were harvested neatly.

If Clark didn't become Superman, he could definitely make a lot of money as a farmer, and his work efficiency is unmatched.

Rong Xiaoliu followed behind Martha and drove the teleportation channel to deliver the wheat she had bundled to the farm.

Rong Huan was not tall enough, so she was like invisible when she walked into the wheat field.

I could only sit on the haystack and watch the adults work.

She lay bored on a high place, staring and counting the birds that flew by from time to time.

Rong Huan had never thought that counting birds would be even more hypnotic than counting sheep. By the time she counted the twentieth bird, she had fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Maybe it was because Rong Huan was too unconvinced when Clark compared their heights today, the dwarf in the dream turned into a giant nearly two meters tall.

Rong Huan lowered her head and noticed the admiration in Clark's eyes, then she raised her head and laughed triumphantly.

With one long step, he crossed the farm fence and gathered the wheat into a pile.

Then Martha brought out a face-sized iron plate filled with apple pies that made her drool.

Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a pain on his cheek. He opened his eyes sharply and saw Rong Xiaoliu's big face right in front of him.

Rong Huan's beautiful dream was disturbed, and her eyes were about to burst into flames, but Rong Xiaoliu didn't notice and was still smiling foolishly.

"We've packed everything up. We're having a barbecue tonight!"

He asked curiously,

"What were you dreaming about? Your saliva is dripping down your chin, hahaha."

Rong Huan casually wiped it and smiled falsely.

"I dreamed of beating up my artificial intelligence. Do you want to try?"

Rong Xiaoliu retracted his bared teeth, and quickly ran backwards on his short legs, without looking back, he shouted,

"I-I'm going to go check on Clark first!"

Rong Huan stood up expressionlessly and glanced at the sky which was filled with rosy clouds. She realized that she had slept until the afternoon.

Jonathan set up an iron frame in front of the cabin and placed charcoal underneath.

Martha and Clark came in and brought out the meat and vegetables, and finally some chairs.

The flames swayed happily left and right. Rong Huan slumped comfortably in the chair, watching Clark grilling meat.

Martha's apple pie is amazing, and her barbecue is just as good.

The meat that has been marinated in advance is grilled to be tender and juicy, and paired with a unique secret seasoning, it will make you want to eat one bite after another.

Rong Huan and Rong Xiaoliu were fighting with forks for the last piece of meat, while peacemaker Dachao was busy grilling the next batch.

Rong Huan was not as quick as Rong Xiaoliu after all. She looked at his round profile and came up with an idea.

Five minutes later Clark was speechless as he looked at the meat in front of him.

God knows he just wanted both kids to have enough to eat, how did it turn out like this?

Superman's heat vision, which often works wonders in combat, can be turned into a ready-made barbecue at home.

In strong light, the grilling is done quickly.

Martha and Jonathan also apparently underestimated Rong Huan's talent for eating.

Jonathan had no idea that she was treating her son as a tool, and curiously put the vegetables within Clark's sight.

Under the night sky, the whole family sat together, holding cups of hot water and looking up at the stars.

Martha smiled softly for a while.

"We are actually very grateful. Without Xiaorong, Clark might not be so happy."

Jonathan nodded, remembering his son standing alone in front of the house when he was a child, watching the children laughing and playing not far away.

Little Clark, who couldn't control his abilities well yet, had envy in his eyes.

Clark's huge body blocked the chair tightly, and his eyes curved into crescents as he looked at his beloved family around him.

The peaceful life on the farm taught Rong Huan to pay attention to the scenery around her, and sometimes slowing down her pace was a kind of enjoyment.

A few days later, Rong Huan stayed in Clark's arms and waved goodbye to Martha and Jonathan.

The two set out on their journey back to New York.

On the way, Superman held the little girl steadily, made a big circle, and reluctantly sent her to the building.

Under Iron Man's unfriendly gaze, he hugged Rong Huan affectionately.

Speak softly in her ear,

"Thank you, Xiaorong."

Then he left under the other person's puzzled look.

Clark didn't say the rest.

The lonely little boy finally met his own little moon before dawn.

Jason

The relationship between Red Hood and Batman after the war is always delicate.

For example, Jason Todd, who is now in Wayne Manor, has a "quarrel" with the old bat almost every morning.

No matter where the topic starts, it will always come back to Xiao Chou, who is now in some corner of outer space.

Jason put down his fork, stiffened his neck and growled,

"Heh, even if Xiao Chou was here, you wouldn't kill him!"

He sneered.

"Your principles are enough to abandon your own adopted child. You still have other children."

Bruce is silent most of the time, he cannot cross the line of killing.

All he could do was whisper his apologies while Jason glared at him.

Dick, the eldest brother who was used to smoothing things over at first, is now used to it and is busy snatching cookies from Tim.

Rong Huan poked Tim beside her.

"Aren't you going to persuade them?"

Tim took a sip of coffee and a bite of cookie, and finally sighed with satisfaction before slowly speaking.

"You don't understand. This is how they get along with each other."

Rong Huan had never seen such a hardcore father-son relationship before, so she hesitated for a while before walking over.

Glancing at the sulking Jason, he was about to walk over to Bruce when he felt a strong force at his waist.

The whole person was lifted up horizontally, further and further away from the dining table.

Red Hood noticed from the corner of his eye that the little girl was walking right past him and heading towards the old bat, and he became furious.

He simply held the person between his arms and strode out the door.

The little bats were left looking at Bruce in confusion, and Dick made the final move.

"Look, he's running away again."

Damian resolutely stood beside his father, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

"Father did nothing wrong. Can you stop Todd if he wants to leave?"

Saying this in a bored tone, he went upstairs to do his homework.

At the Gotha East Terminal, Jason and Rong Huan sat on a container with the vast sea in front of them.

A breeze blew, and the air was filled with the slightly salty scent of sea water.

Rong Huan's hair brushed against her cheeks. She turned her head to look at Jason's delicate profile.

"In fact, Bruce has always felt guilty..."

Jason irritably pushed the white hair on his forehead back.

"He never chose me over his principles and his son. He would not do anything even if Xiao Chou was right in front of him."

Rong Huan interrupted gently,

"But Xiao Chou is no longer on Earth, remember? I teleported him away."

Her voice came to Jason's ears on the sea breeze.

"Brother Tan will never be a little ugly again. I think there is no overnight hatred between father and son."

Rong Huan winked slyly.

"One of you two has to have a long mouth, right?"

Jason lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. After a while, he stood up with his long legs and reached out to pull Rong Huan up.

The motorcycle sped through the eastern part of Gotham and soon reached the jurisdiction of the Red Hood.

The gangsters entrenched there were originally Xiao Chou's subordinates, but now the master of the underground kingdom has become Red Hood.

The motorcycle drifted beautifully and stopped at the entrance of the building. Several gang subordinates had been waiting there for a long time.

Wearing the mask that Jason had specially brought for her, Rong Huan looked around curiously through the eyes of the mask.

Jason held the little girl's head with his big hand and carried her inside.

Sit down in the top chair.

Several gang leaders respectfully presented their industrial data and reported humbly.

"Boss, the Penguin people have always wanted to cooperate with you. There are several batches of goods at the dock recently."

Red Hood certainly doesn't do anything against the law, and his wares are all legitimate commodities.

He nodded expressionlessly.

"Let him come to me in person, otherwise there will be no business."

It was the first time that Rong Huan saw Red Hood so serious, and for some reason she felt like laughing.

I was afraid of disturbing the two of them so I had to hold it in and my body kept shaking.

Jason, who felt it clearly, patted his back helplessly twice to prevent him from choking, then waved his hand to signal him to get off.

Soon the room returned to silence. Rong Huan coughed twice, her tone unable to hide her smile.

"You look serious and you actually look serious, hahahaha"

Jason Todd, who was used to his child saying strange things, continued to check the data on the report calmly.

Rong Huan rubbed her sore face and walked over, feeling dizzy from the long string of numbers.

I studied liberal arts in my previous life, and as expected, I am not good at math in this life.

When Jason turned to the bottom, Rong Huan played with the corner of his clothes.

"I'm hungry. Let's go back and eat."

Jason originally wanted to take his kids to the Iceberg Restaurant. When he heard her words, he frowned and asked,

"You don't want to stay with me?"

Rong Huan smiled and coaxed people,

"It's a family dinner today."

In fact, Rong Huan, who knew there was no time for family dinner at all, was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Red Hood's smart brain knew without thinking that it was Rong Huan's excuse.

He stared at her for a long time with a half-smile in his eyes, then finally got up and went back to the manor as she pleased.

Batman at home thought that Jason and Rong Huan would not be back tonight, but when he came out of the study, he saw two people sitting steadily on the sofa.

As soon as Jason saw Bruce, he reflexively put on an angry look, looking at the ceiling and the floor and not even looking at the old bat.

Rong Huan winked at her Daddy, and after the latter nodded slightly, she pulled Tim, who was still unaware, upstairs.

Soon, the father and son were the only ones left in the living room.

Bruce lifted his legs and sat on the small sofa across from Jason, noticing his son's impatience.

Sigh, gently,

"Jason, I never thought you were dispensable."

He looked at Jason seriously.

"You are Batman's best assistant and my pride."

Jason was stunned, opened his mouth stiffly, and asked again about the scar in his heart.

"Will you kill Xiao Chou for me?"

Bruce was not silent this time.

"I have to stick to my principles, but I won't let anyone hurt you, I swear."

Jason only needs one answer, and every time Batman evades it, it seems to tell him that it doesn't matter.

Now that Bruce has spoken clearly, it is Jason who is speechless.

Bruce, who was carefully instructed by Rong Huan, pursued the victory.

"Jason, please come back to the manor. We all need you."

Jason pursed his lips when he heard the three words "needed" and finally a faint voice rang out.

"knew."

Rong Huan, who was eavesdropping at the staircase, clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice,

"Yes! I am indeed the best psychological counselor!"

Tim, who was watching the excitement from behind, laughed and felt relieved. After all, he was tired of watching the two of them quarreling every day.

The second young master of Wayne Manor finally moved back into his room.

The scar hidden in the corner of the boy's heart has healed after many years, and no trace can be seen...

The author's thoughts:

I felt so sad for Jason when I saw it. He died and was resurrected just because of the audience's vote.

What our second young master desires in his heart is very simple. When I wrote it, I really wanted him to be cared for and needed.

The extra story ends here. I believe everyone lives happily in their world.