[British and American] Jason Wayne's Struggle

Jason finally got frustrated.

Although he has experienced three relationships, his first relationship started out confused. Dick asked him to date, he said yes, and then they kissed directly, rashly and immaturely. The second relationship was marriage before love, and they finally kissed because of love even after they had a child. The third relationship was a natural embrace with Bucky in mutual comfort and healing.

He had never experienced being pursued silently like this, let alone dealing with it.

Natasha, who had been missing for more than half a year, reappeared and asked his young apprentice to go to the bar for a drink. Jason regarded her as an emotional consultant and poured out all his questions to her.

"Do you think he is pursuing me? Or am I just single for too long that I misunderstood? I have only been single for 8 months, and I am so busy that I don't have the energy to have any desire..."

Natasha: "...wait, wait, you and Bucky have been apart for 8 months, and you haven't had sex since? Have you had a physical examination?"

We are all superheroes with strong bodies. Even she, who is over 25 years old this year, will have needs. Jason is only years old. Is he so celibate?

Could it be that he is too busy and has become ill?

Jason hesitated, but still answered honestly, "Not really. Bucky is a super soldier, after all. You know, he's... awesome. I've also become frugal, but I'm not to the point where I need to find a companion."

Whether psychologically or physically, he is not very eager to find a partner now.

Natasha had a blank expression on her face: "I don't know. Also, I haven't seen how Timothy treated you. Based on your description alone, I can't accurately judge whether he is pursuing you."

Why did she have to help her apprentice deal with his relationship problems before she had the chance to tell Jason about her adventures with her sisters when she finally came back for a vacation?

She sighed and pushed a glass of Scorpio in front of Jason: "Drink."

Come on, teacher, I am also a single person whose partner has disappeared into outer space.

However, Natasha forgot that Jason's alcohol tolerance was not good, so the boy ended up drunk.

Natasha thought for a while, took out Jason's cell phone, dialed the number of the name [Tibao], and dialed it. In less than a second, the other party picked up the call.

"Jay, what's up?"

Natasha looked at her watch. It was now 10 o'clock in the evening, which was the time for the vigilantes to start their night patrols. Even if they were not on night patrols, the president should be very fond of his work and would most likely not be idle.

The call was answered quickly.

She said, "Jason is drunk, can you come pick him up?"

"Ms. Romanoff?"

"it's me."

"I'll be there right away. What's the address?"

Natasha gave her their address, and within 10 minutes, Tim arrived.

He was wearing a white suit and shirt, with his hair combed back, as if he had just come out of some upper-class social event. He smelled of a mixture of champagne and perfume. He had black hair and blue eyes, a gentle expression, an outstanding temperament, a slender figure, and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong arms, making people realize that this young body concealed an explosive power.

Timothy Drake is an extraordinarily handsome man who has attracted countless attentions from the opposite sex along the way.

He walked straight to the bar without looking around, nodded to Natasha and said, "Thank you for your call, ma'am."

Natasha responded and looked at the other person. It was the first time she saw Timothy without Red Robin's attire, but she could tell at a glance that he was a mature and steady young man.

She pointed at Jason who was lying on the bar counter and said, "Take him away. This guy can't drink much. He got drunk after only 6 glasses of wine."

Tim smiled and lifted Jason up gently and carefully.

Jason opened his eyes and mumbled something, to which Tim responded.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

Jason rubbed his face lazily and muttered "I want to go home". Tim was stunned and asked him "Is it the home with dad and grandfather?"

"Yeah, that's it. Bucky's gone, and I don't have any other home."

Tim's expression didn't change when he heard Bucky's name, but he treated him more gently.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

He put his coat on Jason's shoulders, carried Jason steadily on his back, said thank you to Natasha, and took Jason back. Natasha noticed that he did not support Jason's thigh with his palm, but with his wrist. He also took off the watch on his wrist and put it in his pocket. He must be afraid of hurting Jason. He is a very meticulous child.

Even though Jason was drunk, the young man did not cross the line in the slightest frivolity, and it was obvious at first glance that he would not take advantage of Jason's drunkenness. However, it was precisely because of this gentleman's details that Natasha was certain that Timothy was indeed pursuing Jason, and was pursuing him very seriously.

Natasha was born in the 20th century and lived in the 21st century. She knew too well how restless and frivolous the young people of this era were. Just a glance could start a night for them. The former determination and commitment had long been forgotten by most people.

She wasn't saying that this was wrong. After all, they were young and it was normal for them to have fun. She wasn't a very loyal person either. It was normal for her to flirt with others for the sake of missions, and she had experienced a lot over the years.

Natasha has also read and collected a lot of information about young superheroes. She knows that this group of young people with superior looks, strong strength, good health and abundant energy can fall in love with one person today and roll with another person tomorrow.

Jason's first love, whom she had never thought highly of, is one of the best. Jason's adoptive father is not an adult who can set a good example in terms of love, and Playboy Brucie is not just a name.

However, Tim, who was born as a young superhero and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, treated Jason with an unconscious caution and care. Natasha didn't know whether he would be casual when treating other people's feelings, but his attitude towards Jason was not casual at all.

When he walked in, there were lights and wine everywhere, young bodies twisting everywhere, and people's eyes were filled with desire, but Timothy's eyes were on no one except Jason.

Natasha sat back down and asked the bartender for another Long Island Iced Tea.

The bartender was a young female college student. She asked curiously, "Those two boys are very handsome. Are they your friends?"

"The one with green eyes is my ballet student. I'm not familiar with the one with blue eyes. He's my student's admirer."

The female bartender shook her head: "I knew it. The guy in the suit was interested in your students. God, they are so handsome."

Natasha raised her glass. She was Russian and always liked to say a few toasts when she drank. This time her toast was "I wish my students a happy love life this time."

At least for now, it seems that Jason's new suitor is a good guy.

Jason's mind was a mess due to alcohol, and he had no idea where Timothy had gone without telling him. So when he woke up the next day and saw Damian holding a pen and about to point it at his face, he was so frightened that he rolled off the bed.

There is a carpet on the floor, so it doesn't hurt much if you fall on it.

Damian sighed with a hint of regret: "You woke up so quickly."

Jason got up and looked around, confirming that this was his room in Wayne Manor. Even the position of the red guitar had not changed.

"Why am I here?"

"Drake carried you back."

Damian stood up, put his hands on his hips, and said in a disgusted tone: "Drake suddenly left the party last night and ran away, then carried you back, and you vomited."

"I vomited?"

Jason blew into his palms and found that his breath was fresh and he didn't have the headache that is common after a hangover. He also changed his clothes to a loose bathrobe with a bow tied around the belt.

Damian frowned, "You vomited all over me and my father, Drake gave you mouthwash, fed you hangover pills, Alfred wiped your hands and feet, and you didn't allow me to beat you."

Jason: “Uh, sorry?”

Damian clenched his fists. “If you let me beat you up, I’ll forgive you.”

"Xiao Baobao is young, but he has beautiful ideas!"

Jason turned and ran, and Damian started to chase him. The two ran out of the room and chased each other in the corridor. Jason was tall and had long legs, but Damian had the physique of a super soldier, so he would soon catch up with Jason.

At this moment, an old bat man walked out from the corner of the corridor. Jason braked quickly but almost fell down. Bruce caught him quickly, and Jason's nose came into close contact with his chest muscles.

"Ow!"

This almost brought tears to his eyes. Jason squatted on the ground with his hands covering his face. Damian stood behind him, looking relieved.

"You deserve this, Todd."

Bruce held Jason's arm and pulled him up. Even though the old Batman was almost fifty years old, he could still pull up the 170-pound Jason with one hand. And when they got close to him, Jason found that even with more wrinkles, he was still handsome and charming.

No wonder the media say "Baby Brucey has an ageless face".

He lifted up the hem of Jason's clothes that was about to fall to his shoulders and said, "Jason, go change your clothes and have breakfast."

Only after Bruce left did Jason turn around and ask Damian, "So, the old man just came here to call us for breakfast?"

Damian asked back, "Has your brain been corroded by alcohol?" Then he pulled Jason's arm, threw him into the room, and pointed at the head of the bed.

"Put on your clothes, quickly!"

Then Baobao sat by himself and flipped through "The Prince" which he had taken down from Jason's bookshelf. He turned directly to page 35. It seemed that this was not his first time flipping through the book. Jason was stunned for a while and slowly changed his clothes. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, which was simple, comfortable, neat and decent.

Jason wears a suit at work, a T-shirt and large shorts at home, or pajamas with cartoon patterns, and a leather jacket and leather pants when he goes out as a vigilante. There is no such clothing.

When I walked into the restaurant, Bruce was sitting at the main seat reading a newspaper, and Tim was quietly peeling a boiled egg.

Jason had no idea why he was here. He felt that this scene had been so long since he had seen it that he missed it so much. He wanted to walk over but was afraid to move forward.

He once thought that he didn't belong here, but now he was standing here, and everything seemed like a dream.

Ah Fu smiled at him and said, "Good morning, Master Jason."

Jason raised his lips unconsciously: "Good morning, Ah Fu, I have caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

"No, on the contrary, because of you, the breakfast table is packed with so many people for the first time."

The old butler gave a meaningful look to the head of the family who often stayed in bed until noon. Bruce read the newspaper more seriously without saying a word.

Damian stood behind Jason, raised his hand and pushed him on the waist, almost making Jason fall down the stairs.

This kid's strength is really getting stronger and stronger.

Jason turned around and mouthed, "Silly Bao Bao."

Damian glared at him and responded wordlessly, "Drunk."

The two men turned their faces away at the same time and walked towards the dining table. At this time, Tim put the peeled egg on the plate beside him, watched Jason pat the seat next to him, motioning him to sit there, and then everyone looked at him.

Tim looked back at everyone calmly with a calm expression.

"what happened?"

Bruce remained silent, Damian narrowed his eyes, and the old butler poured Jason a glass of hot juice with an unchanged expression.