[British and American] Jason Wayne's Struggle

At night, in a hotel near the embassy, ​​Tim talked to the girls at home.

"This business summit of Eastern European countries is full of business opportunities and crises. What we know is that General Yabolev of Ukraine is planning to secretly purchase a batch of arms from someone, and Black Mask is somehow involved in it."

Barbara's voice echoed in the headset, and Tim sighed: "Ever since Red Hood withdrew his power and stopped caring about things outside the East District, Black Mask has become much more arrogant."

If we were to ask who in Gotham is the most capable of restraining the gangsters, Red Hood would undoubtedly be ranked first, and his deterrent power is even greater than that of Batman.

Because everyone knows that if you mess with Batman, at most you will be beaten up and sent to prison, and you can get out after some negotiations and paying some money. But if you mess with Red Hood, you will really lose your life. Moreover, the people of the East District under Red Hood are super united, and the fighting power of those mutants makes people dare not provoke them easily.

Black Mask once coveted that group of mutants and kidnapped several children with stronger abilities. As a result, he was hunted down by Jason and his men for three days and three nights. If Batman hadn't stepped in to arrest him and put him in Arkham, he would have died long ago.

"After all, Jason is going to study for a doctorate..."

Jason has been concentrating on his studies in Europe for the past six months, so he naturally has less energy to focus on Gotham, and the frequency of his troublemaking against villains has also decreased a lot.

This topic made Barbara feel a little heavy. They all followed the principle of not killing. Acknowledging Jason's deterrent power was also a shaken challenge to their principles.

As the only child in the family who is rebellious enough to go completely against his father, Jason is making his own way.

Barbara couldn't help but say, "You know what? Sometimes I feel that Jason is the one among us who has an equal status when we stand with Batman. They are all looking for effective ways to save Gotham, and we are just Batman's followers. I will also refute B, but I have never thought of violating his principles."

As for Jason, as long as he has decided on his own path, he would not care even if Batman himself came, but would stick to his own ideas. The most similar thing between him and Bruce is probably their stubbornness.

Tim laughed. "He's always been like this."

Stephanie said briskly, "I like him very much. You know what? The lunch at the kindergarten affiliated with East District Elementary School is super delicious, and there are cookies given to the children from time to time as snacks after their naps."

As time passed, their generation grew up, and Stephanie was the first of their generation to have a child. She and her ex-boyfriend had a daughter who is now attending kindergarten in the East District and will go to elementary school next year.

"How's your life, little princess?"

"That's great. Didn't Donglian participate in this year's U.S. Junior Figure Skating Championships? The little girl likes Lian very much, so I took her to New York to watch the competition. As a result, we met the Cheshire Cat, but we didn't fight. She even treated us to ice cream. It was a wonderful day."

Tim raised his eyebrows: "I remember that Lian's current coach is..."

"Yes, it was Jason's former coach. She is very talented in this area, and there is a guitar part in her competition music "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence". Guess who talked about it?"

The hint in this paragraph is so obvious, there is only one person in their family who is related to both figure skating and guitar, and he is the boss behind the East District.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence" was the song Jason skated to when he was still in service. At that time, he was the undefeated champion of the youth group. He was a slender candlestick like an elf, even thinner than Damian who had just arrived at Wayne Manor.

The most important thing is, since Roy and Frank teamed up as vigilantes and the Cheshire Cat also has his own things to do, these two have no time to take care of the children all year round. Lian is now almost living in the East District Orphanage. Last year, the little girl even recognized the orphanage director Yin Sen as her godfather.

It is said that when Lian went to learn figure skating, ballet, and piano, it was Yin Sen who enrolled him in the special classes, and Roy was only responsible for transferring the money. Then not long after, Star City's richest man Oliver Queen and his wife secretly transferred more money to Yin Sen's card.

Tim was stunned for a moment, then he said slowly, "Could you please send me the video of Lian's game? It seems that I missed a lot of things during my time abroad."

The video was sent over quickly. The girl was wearing a purple mist-like costuming and jumping lightly on the ice, doing the elegant Bielman and difficult jumps with her hands raised... The choreography of this show had obvious traces of ballet and was very similar to the small candlestick in the past.

When Tim learned that the girl's name as the choreographer for the new season's show was "John Doe," he felt like he understood something.

In Gotham, when the police find a body and cannot verify its identity, they will name the body "John Doe" and bury it in the cemetery, so this name is roughly equivalent to an anonymous death.

Tim has watched every video of Jason's figure skating competition and he is happy that Jason is now reconnecting with figure skating.

After the small talk, Tim adjusted his brown wig again, fastened his bow tie, and used makeup to make his facial features more ordinary and inconspicuous.

It is normal for the Batman to dress up as a woman in order to conduct investigations. However, Tim is only two years younger than Jason. At 23 years old this year, he is already an adult man. Naturally, his height and body shape are no longer suitable for women's clothing.

Usually when he appears in any public occasion as Tim Drake, the CEO of Wayne Group, the public will think that he is a promising young man who looks gentle, but is actually smart, decisive, handsome, and has a muscular body that he has trained in the gym regularly.

This time he dressed himself up as a reporter, wearing black-framed glasses and walking into the banquet hall with a camera and a notebook. The venue was full of well-dressed and successful people. Among the people in elegant attire, Tim spotted the Minister of Commerce of Latvia who was chatting with the host of the banquet.

He whispered to a button on his collar: "Isn't His Majesty the King here?"

Barbara replied: "He hasn't arrived yet. It is said that there are too many reporters outside. You know, as the only holder of de facto dictatorial power in the world, he has attracted much attention.

That's it...

Tim breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine. He's a troublesome person. If he's around, I won't be able to do anything if something happens."

Get things done before that guy comes.

Barbara chuckled, while Tim moved quickly and unnoticed through the crowd. When he reached an empty balcony, he checked the location of the surveillance camera, found a blind spot, climbed down from the railing, and sneaked into the ambassador's study.

After putting away the eavesdropping devices and surveillance cameras, and looking through some information, Tim was very familiar with these things and had cleared up all traces before leaving.

But for some reason, Tim always felt that everything was going too smoothly, so smoothly that it made him a little uneasy, and his intuition told him that something was wrong.

It was not until he returned to the banquet hall that Tim discovered that the surrounding security had become tighter, and there were many more guards wearing uniforms with the Latvian royal emblem near the garden.

It seems that His Majesty the King is coming.

Tim glanced at the balcony and felt that he probably couldn't return to the banquet hall by the same route, let alone climb over the wall and leave from somewhere else.

Just then, a guard stopped him and said, "Hey, you, where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Tim paused, turned around, and pretended to cringe: "I'm a reporter from the Millipoint International News Post, and I want to take some pictures of the embassy."

The guard frowned. "What's so good about this scenery? Give me your ID."

Tim took out the ID he had prepared long ago and was about to hand it over. The guard's companion heard the commotion and came over.

"what happened?"

"There's a reporter hanging around here."

"What are the journalists doing hanging around here? Why are you looking at their IDs? Take them to be questioned and do a background check. We can't let any suspicious person go."

The guard's companion was undoubtedly a very responsible type at work, but Tim began to complain in his heart, because his current identity was a temporary one for the investigation and could not withstand close scrutiny.

Anyway, the information is in hand, why not just run away?

Tim was dragged away in silence, his arm muscles gradually tensed, ready to exert force at any time, and then someone called them.

"Why did you take my reporter away?"

Tim was stunned for a moment, then turned his head abruptly and saw a man leaning against the white marble railing on the balcony on the second floor. A part of the light in the banquet hall shone on him, reflecting his handsome face, allowing Tim to see the smile on his face.

Jason waved to one of the guards and said, "Searle, he's the reporter I made an appointment with. He said he wants to do an exclusive interview with me. Let him come up."

The guard stood up immediately. "Yes, Lord Pennyworth!"

So Tim, who was almost taken prisoner, was sent up in a friendly manner. When Tim approached Jason, an expression of amazement emerged in his eyes.

It's not like he hasn't seen Jason in a suit before. At that time, he looked like an outstanding and admirable young man. People admired his youth and talent. As a superhero, Jason was dangerous and tough, which made people's hair stand on end and they couldn't help but be alert and on guard.

Now, when people take a look at Jason, they will directly overlook his youth and appearance, and can't help but admire his style and demeanor.

But for some reason, in Jason, Tim saw the shadow of the robin that he had caught a glimpse of in his youth, sitting alone next to the gargoyle.

Tim was silent for a long moment before Jason touched his forehead.

"What are you staring at? Did you drink on the way here?"

Tim took a step back and coughed, "No... I mean, I didn't drink, and thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

Tim looked up at Jason and asked in confusion, "Aren't you studying for a doctorate at the Latvian National University? Why are you here?"

Jason casually handed Tim a glass of wine.

"Because my doctoral supervisor is the president of the Latvian National University, it is not uncommon for students to work for their supervisors and serve as their supervisors' secretaries."

Tim took a sip and spit it out upon hearing that.

“Your doctoral supervisor is the president?”

Isn’t the president of the Latvian National University Doctor Doom!

The wine sprayed directly onto Jason's coat. Tim quickly put down the glass and took out a tissue to wipe it.

Jason grabbed the hand that was brushing against his chest and said, "Alright, alright, it can't be wiped clean. Forget it."

He glanced at the hall not far away with a headache: "Doom, that bastard, gave me all the work. I have to go and say hello to the ambassador. You have caused me trouble."

Jason is now on a diplomatic visit with Doom, and in some ways he also represents the face of Latveria. It would be absolutely inappropriate for him to go there wearing clothes with traces of red wine on them.

Tim: "Uh, I'll pay you ten times the price of your suit?"

Jason glared at him, and Tim immediately responded with a genuinely apologetic look.

"never mind."

Jason sighed, looked Tim over, took off his coat, and held out his hand.

"I'm about your size, take off your clothes and give them to me."

Tim took off his clothes obediently. Fortunately, the suit he wore was the same as Jason's, both were pure black, and although the fabric and tailoring were a bit old-fashioned, they were by no means low-quality stuff. But after Jason put on his clothes, he looked a little empty.