[British and American] Jason Wayne's Struggle

Because Blüdhaven is right next to Gotham, sometimes when Batman goes out on a space mission, Nightwing will come over to help with the night patrol.

Jason once said that he could patrol the nights independently, but was rejected by Bruce, Alfred and Dick. They all thought that this 14-year-old boy with a bad temper, who was sometimes particularly impulsive and reckless, was not qualified to patrol the nights independently. If something happened to him, at best the criminal would be in big trouble and might even have three legs broken.

The worst-case scenario is that Jason is in big trouble, and no one wants to see that kind of situation. Anyway, it's not like Robin has patrolled at night with Nightwing before, and they already have experience of working together, so there's no need for a handover, and Batman just left.

For Dick, who had rarely been able to see his lover since they started dating because they were superheroes protecting different cities, going to Gotham to fill in was a rare opportunity to be with Jason every day, so he immediately asked for leave from the police station and ran back home in the wind and snow.

They arrived at Wayne Manor at 12:30 noon. Dick rushed all the way and only ate a few bites of sandwich on the train. He caught a pickpocket when he got off the train. He was a little tired at this time. After saying hello to Alfu, he went straight to Jason's bedroom.

Ah Fu kindly reminded him: "Master Jason is taking a nap. If he has fallen asleep, he will probably not wake up until 14:00."

Dick gave him an OK sign: "Don't worry, I will walk lightly and will never wake up Sleeping Beauty."

But after opening the bedroom, Dick found that little Robin was not asleep. He was just covered with a quilt, wearing a fluffy coat, leaning on a big pillow and reading a newspaper.

Jason looked so thin and small. He was lying on the big bed, looking even more cute and adorable in the light-colored bedding. The curtains were drawn tightly, the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, and the orange bedside lamp was on. If you hadn't looked at the clock, you would have thought it was already night.

Noticing Dick's arrival, he glanced up with a cold expression.

"coming?"

Dick grinned and rubbed over: "Yeah, here I come."

Jason patted the seat next to him. Dick understood and tossed his bag onto the bedside table. He took off his coat and got into the warm quilt, sitting next to Jason in a good mood.

He put his arm around Jason's shoulders and leaned over to look at the pages of the newspaper: "What are you reading? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Jason pointed to a paragraph on the front page of the newspaper and said, "Looking at this."

Dick read slowly, "As everyone knows, for his own appearance, Bruce Wayne has sponsored the Figure Skating Grand Prix at the U.S. Championships for two consecutive years, and his adopted son has also broken the convention that it is difficult for newcomers to increase their P points. Since his debut, his performance score has never been lower than the average level. This year, his P points have increased significantly, making him a rising star that all judges are promoting..."

The program score of figure skating is composed of two parts - technical score (T score) and performance score (P score). Most newcomers have low P scores because their performances are immature when they debut, but there have also been cases where geniuses have broken the convention.

Seeing this, Dick's face darkened. He frowned and said, "This is obviously nonsense. Your ability is obviously worthy of the score you got. I think the referees gave you a low score."

Dick had no interest in figure skating before, but he learned the rules of this event for Jason. But even when he didn't understand the rules at first, he still felt that Jason's show was touching. This kind of expressiveness that can impress even laymen is obviously super strong, okay?

Jason responded, "Yeah, but the media has been telling lies to attract attention for a long time."

Little Robin picked up another stack of newspapers: "They probably think it's fun to frame others. Now many newspapers are saying that my past championship titles were bought by Bruce, and they are mocking the referee's scoring for being shady."

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief, "Bruce would never do that! You obviously won based on your strength. Whether it's technique or performance, you crushed everyone else! If you were not old enough, you should have gone to the Olympics!"

"Unfortunately, most people don't think so. They haven't even watched my show, but they think I'm extremely evil and unworthy of my position. Forget it. I'm too lazy to bother with these people."

Jason said as he put the newspaper aside, took off his coat and lay down, apparently getting ready for bed.

Seeing the kid's nonchalant look, as if he really didn't care, Dick leaned over with his face less than 5cm away from Jason.

He whispered, "You really don't care?"

Jason hummed and turned over. Dick also lay down and hugged little Robin's soft and slender body from behind.

The young man's clear and smiling voice sounded again: "Really?"

Jason grabbed the Paddington Bear doll and covered his face with it, saying sullenly, "You're so annoying."

Dick tried to pull the bear apart, but Jason held it tight, until Dick finally rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag and opened it.

"I brought you some taro sticks and potato chips, do you want to eat them?"

The hand holding the little bear moved down, revealing a pair of clear turquoise eyes, and replied seriously: "I can't eat snacks. The coach said that I have to control my body shape during the season."

What's more, eating snacks before going to bed will make you gain weight.

"It's okay to eat a little. I also bought some dried purple sweet potatoes. Have you ever eaten this before?"

Dick tore open the package, took out a purple sweet potato and handed it to Jason. Jason never wanted to waste food, so he had to climb up and hold it in his mouth. Unexpectedly, Dick also leaned over and held the other end in his mouth. The two pairs of eyes, one blue and one green, looked at each other. They both couldn't help laughing and for a moment they were reluctant to use their teeth.

It wasn't until Jason felt that laughing like that was too stupid that he took the initiative to bite off a piece and hit Dick.

"You are being a hooligan."

Dick raised his hands with an innocent look on his face. "What did I do wrong? Did I touch a place that shouldn't be touched, or kiss a place that shouldn't be kissed? Tell me clearly where I did wrong? Otherwise, I'll sue you for defaming the police."

Jason shook his head, his eyes full of smiles.

"Youareadick, you are just being a hooligan when you lie next to me."

Dick immediately reached out and poked Jason's waist. Jason turned around to hide, but was grabbed by Big Blue Bird and the two started fighting on the bed.

In terms of short-range melee skills, little Robin has never been a match for Nightwing. Now he was caught in his weakness of being ticklish and was completely unable to fight back. In the end, he could only be pinned firmly under the quilt by Dick, laughing so hard that tears came out.

He yelled intermittently: "Let go, let go, or I will be angry!"

Dick then let go and bent down to kiss Jason: "Seeing that you are in a bad mood, I am teasing you. Are you feeling better?"

Jason rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Use your brain. If you really want to make me happy, you should just lie down and let me beat you up."

Dick said "oh" and immediately turned over and lay down.

"Come on, fight."

Jason was really angry this time. He stood up, grabbed the stack of newspapers, got out of bed and walked to the fireplace. Dick sat up and looked at him blankly. He saw Little Robin moving a chair to sit by the fireplace, tearing the newspaper into strips and throwing them into the fireplace.

The profile of his face was cold, and Dick had seen Bruce enter "Batman mode" without the cowl, and Jason was feeling a lot like that now.

Little Robin stared into the fire.

"Yes, I care about these comments, but I will use my strength in the World Youth Championship to shut everyone up."

He clenched his fists and looked super confident and sharp, and also super charming.

Jason has recently started to consciously control his weight, not only because figure skating requires this, but also because he needs to do so in order to challenge new quadruple jumps. Once successful, he will become the first skater in the international arena to jump a new type of quadruple jump other than 4T and 4S. Naturally, no one can question him then.

He will use his abilities to prove that he is worthy of what he has now, just as he proved that he is worthy of being Robin and worthy of protecting Gotham as a superhero.

Dick didn't say anything. After a while, he got up from the bed, walked to Jason with the slippers, and half-knelt to put them on him.

"Don't catch a cold."

Jason pulled his feet back, shook his head at Dick, and said with a smile, "No, I don't want to wear shoes."

Dick understood and put down his shoes, then picked him up and put him back on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and patted Jason.

"Okay, go to sleep, baby bird."

Jason was silent for a while, snuggled into Dick's arms, and closed his eyes again. Even through the window, they could still vaguely hear the howling of the wind and snow outside.

Dick heard the boy in his arms mutter.

"Compared to figure skating, I am more worried that many children will be frozen again this year. I almost froze to death and starved to death the first year I started wandering on the streets. It was a kind person who gave me some food, which helped me get through the most difficult days."

Dick hugged him tightly and comforted him, "Bruce said that he would increase donations in this area. No children will freeze to death this year, don't worry."

The little robin responded, his breathing gradually becoming even, and Dick held him close, his face resting against Jason's head, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

It is such a blessing to take a warm nap at home with your loved one in the cold winter.

He whispered, "Little Wing, I think I like you more than before."

The two of them can be considered an old partner. Their cooperation is not perfect, but as long as Arkham doesn't have a collective prison break, they can handle it.

However, when a foreign magic group entered Gotham, Nightwing had to ask for help from the Teen Titans, who quickly responded and said they would send Warhawk, Dove siblings, as well as Raven and Flash to help.

By the way, the white dove Dawn Granger has the ability to fly, self-heal, sensory enhancement, and agility, and he once had an affair with Nightwing.

When Dick saw the other party's code name, he froze for some reason and glanced at Little Robin.

Jason was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me?"

Dick: "Uh... that's right, Dawn will be here too..."

Little Robin nodded calmly: "Oh, your ex-girlfriend, right?"

Dick quickly waved his hands: "We only dated for 2 months, and then she dumped me!"

Nightwing looked at Jason cautiously. Although complicated relationships like "you love me, I love him, and I am someone's ex" were not uncommon among young people, Jason was still young, and Dick was 100% sure that he was Jason's first love. He hoped that Jason would not be angry about this.

Little Robin looked particularly calm: "It's okay, I don't care. If I really cared about your ex-girlfriend, I would have been jealous enough when I was on night patrol with Barbara."

He smiled teasingly, "You have a pretty good eye for girlfriends. They are all very nice girls, pretty and with good figures. I like them too. They are much better than B who always flirts with the female villains. Sometimes he flirts with others without caring whether I am present or not, which makes me want to hide."

Nightwing: “…”

Although Jason was very happy that he was not angry, he felt uncomfortable seeing the child's reaction and always felt that something was wrong.