svetikya Chapter 123 The person you're thinking about is also thinking about you.
Chapter 123 The person you're thinking about is also thinking about you.
Chapter 123 The person you're thinking about is also thinking about you.
After saying goodbye to my mother, Talia.
Jason returned to his rented apartment and met Slade, who was leisurely watching TV.
He wasn't wearing armor, but rather a casual outfit, looking like a friendly neighborhood uncle.
Of course, this is on the premise that you selectively ignore the other person's blind eye.
Oz flew over, patted Slade on the back of the head, and then buried his head in the popcorn bowl in Slade's arms.
Then the crow's head was pulled out of the popcorn bowl.
"It has no taste?"
"Tasteless food is delicious, you don't understand."
"Really? Let me try another one... but it has no taste?!"
Oz, skeptical, tried another one.
Why is it still like this...?
bad!
We've fallen for their trap!
"Is this what you meant by delicious?!"
"certainly."
Slade turned to Jason and asked, "So, how's it going with your mom?"
Jason retorted, "You're spying on me?"
Slade chuckled, popped a kernel of popcorn into his mouth, and said, "Your stench is practically overflowing."
...I suggest you show some respect to Talia.
"Ha ha."
Jason went into his room alone.
Slade shrugged and continued watching the late-night soap opera on TV.
Ya Ya looked at it with him, then suddenly turned and asked, "Did you call your cousin?"
"I called, and he said he was filming Avengers 5 and didn't have time, so what is this?"
"A movie."
"A movie?"
late at night.
Jason thought he would fall asleep quickly, after all, he should be able to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow after a 36-hour surveillance mission.
But now, I find it hard to fall asleep.
Jason rolled over in bed.
My gaze lingered on the paper bag placed on the table not far away.
Tim Drake.
What makes you think you can become Batman's Robin?
"oi!"
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Jason glanced back at Crow, his expression puzzled.
"what?"
"I won't do it."
"ha?"
Oz leaned closer, his feet pressing into the soft pillow, leaving wrinkles.
"I have an idea for dealing with Tim Drake later."
"Do you know him?"
Oz said mysteriously, "Actually, I know a lot of people."
Jason didn't deny it, turned his head, and rested his head on his arm.
Tell me about it.
Oz didn't answer immediately, but instead flew around the room aimlessly until he found the helmet that looked like a red date.
That was a helmet Jason made himself, based on the material of Deathstroke's helmet.
Seeing Ya Ya's movements, Jason sat up against the headboard and asked疑惑地问道, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Crow ignored him and asked instead, "Where's your crowbar?"
Jason didn't know what this guy was up to, but he still told Crow his location.
"Under the bed."
"very good."
What happened next made Jason's eyes twitch, and he felt an urge to kick Oz.
Ya Ya picked up a crowbar and started banging on the red helmet.
Ding~ Ding~ Ding~
The scene resembled someone striking a wooden fish drum, the crows becoming more and more excited as they struck it.
Then came Slade's furious roar from next door: "What's wrong with you?!"
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Seeing this, Ya Ya put down the crowbar and wiped away non-existent sweat.
Jason was increasingly confused and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"Accumulate merit."
"What the heck?"
"You know, you have to do some good things before you can do bad things."
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..so?"
Jason braced himself on the edge of the bed and moved a little closer to Ya Ya.
Oz said, "Tim Drake is a small-time detective, like Batman, but not as good as Batman..."
,"Then?"
"Then you definitely have to consider him, you know. Your story with Batman and the Joker certainly won't allow anyone else to interfere."
Jason nodded. Actually, even without Ya Ya saying it, he already had a general plan in mind.
He has his own strategies for dealing with the people around Batman.
But this Tim Drake...
To be honest, Jason prefers to assess the situation carefully; he won't spend much time figuring out how to deal with someone before he knows them well enough.
He had already planned things out for Barbara and Dick.
Jason asked, "So what's your plan?"
Oz replied, "He'll definitely enjoy puzzles, so let's set up a whole bunch of riddles to trap him!"
Then Oz waved his wings at Jason, signaling him to come closer, and said that what he was about to say was a secret and could not be told to anyone.
Jason approached with some skepticism.
After listening to Oz's long list of mysteries, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
"You...you've gone too far!"
Why is this guy spouting nothing but hellish jokes about Bruce?!
What do you mean by "six legs in, two legs out"?!
"Just tell me if it's useful or not!?"
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...Yes, and if it's really as you say, it could keep him trapped for at least a long time.
"Right? I'm very smart."
Jason was silent for a moment, then picked up the crowbar on the ground and tapped his red hood.
Oz asked, puzzled, "What are you doing now?"
Jason replied, "To accumulate merit, because I've also thought of some hellish jokes."
Ding~ Ding~ Ding~
The man and the bird exchanged a glance, and then suddenly burst into a sly laugh, as if they were making preparations for something big to come.
Even the moon outside the window couldn't stand it anymore and hid behind the dark clouds.
"Achoo!"
Tim sniffed, and then heard the old butler behind him say:
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"Young Master Tim, would you like me to prepare some ginger tea for you?"
Tim waved his hand in refusal, saying, "Thanks for your concern, Alfred, it's just that my nose is a little itchy...maybe some criminal is thinking about me!"
Alfred muttered, "That's really strange. How come someone doesn't sneeze?"
Bruce, who was standing in front of the Bat computer, couldn't help but turn around and glance at the butler.
"I'm right here."
"I wasn't talking about you."
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Bruce turned his head away dejectedly and continued staring at the content on the screen.
Tim stepped forward and looked at the computer screen with him, asking in confusion, "What are you looking at?"
"Some recent activities in the underworld."
"You need to monitor this too?"
Bruce picked up the cup on the table, ready to take a sip of coffee, only to find that it was already empty.
Just as I was about to speak, I felt the cup suddenly sink.
It was Alfred pouring him a new coffee.
"Thank you, Afu."
Bruce explained to Tim, "Deathstroke has been quite active around the world lately, and I'm worried he's plotting something."
Tim looked at the large Bat computer screen, his mind rapidly processing the various pieces of information displayed on it.
"It seems to be just a simple... quest?"
"Yes, but he revealed a lot of information, which, as far as I know him, will not be released."
"Maybe he's training some new talent."
Tim leaned forward, typed on the keyboard in front of the Batcomputer, and then brought up Deathstroke's personal file, which was recorded by Batman.
He then took a few steps back to better analyze the contents of the bat computer.
Tim said, "Judging from the mission completion rate, this guy is very talented; he's almost matching Deathstroke's previous records."
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Bruce took a sip of his scalding coffee and gestured for Tim to continue.
"Look... Deathstroke wouldn't have left such information before, at least not so obviously, otherwise it wouldn't have been recorded in the computer."
"Look at that again, Bruce. This guy just leaves a trail like that, as if to tell everyone he's not to be messed with. That's not like Deathstroke."
Tim raised his arm and pointed at the huge high-definition electronic screen, occasionally offering his new opinions.
Then suddenly at some point.
Bruce and Tim sneezed at the same time.
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Seeing this, Alfred said, "I think you should get checked out more often than they are, to see if you really have a cold."
"Probably not, maybe it's just seasonal sensitivity?"
Tim shook his head; he didn't feel a headache.
He then spoke with Bruce for a while before preparing to leave.
"So I'm more inclined to believe that he's mentoring some new talent, and it's probably not related to any grand conspiracy or anything like that..."
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"Bruce, you should tell Dick that Deathstroke is particularly interested in those Titan kids...he might even send this newcomer on a trip to the Titans?"
Bruce nodded. "I'll talk to him."
Tim hummed in agreement and turned to leave.
"I'm going back to rest now!"
Alfred asked, "Aren't we going to rest here?"
Tim waved his hand and laughed, "No way."
Goodnight, Tim.
Goodnight, Bruce, Alfred.
After Tim left, Alfred, the butler who had been standing next to Bruce, smiled and said, "He's excellent, just like you."
Hearing the old man's words, Bruce took a sip of coffee and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I can see a reflection of my younger self in him."
He put down the cup and looked at the round glass dome placed not far away.
There was a Robin uniform inside.
Damaged.
Bruce stared at it, speechless for a long time.
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