[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Atal could feel that his body was covered by a burst of warm light... The system, no, it can be called glory now, it enveloped his body and brought him strange power.

Along with the sense of identity as an angel, what swept over was the memory of the past.

Just at this time, there was a cracking sound from the top of the warehouse, a long opening opened, and countless streams of icy cold water poured in instantly.

They fell from the sky, made a loud noise like a thunderstorm, smashed into the warehouse, rushed into the water of Lazarus Pool, covered up the traces of blood flow, and instantly filled the water level of the warehouse to knee level.

It is even rising rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Atal heard Rashaw's voice roaring, his robed figure looked so small under the force of nature, he could only wade in furiously, leaning over and trying to hold the water of Lazarus Spring with his hands.

But in less than a second, it was instantly washed away by the water flow, and the entire altar was completely destroyed. He was powerless, and he clenched his fists and smashed into the water flow, splashing water that drenched his whole body.

It never occurred to him that the ceremony would be interrupted like this.

Thalia's figure has disappeared into the water, but Atal has no time to take care of it. The ceremony has been destroyed, and he has no time to recover the sculpture.

"Dean, is that your name? Take your brother with you."

Dean nodded, he picked up the sleeping Sam and swam to the upper floor.Constantine had already woken up. He glanced at Atar and left with a complicated expression.

And Atal, after hastily dropping this sentence, decisively moved quickly towards the position Tim said before.

He seemed to be able to explain something about Jason's encounter with him.

Because before this, Atal was Jason's watcher, just like the relationship between Cassidio and Dean, looking at this human being in the sky.

He has been watching him since the boy broke the established death of reality and crawled out of the grave.

At that time, Jason didn't even remember his own name, he just wandered numbly on the street, while Atar was curious as if he was observing a small ant, trying to get some understanding of Jason with his eyes.

He watched him rummaging for discarded clothes in the depths of the alley, fighting with gangsters, curling up to sleep under the cold eaves, until he was taken away by the League of Assassins.

Just as Cassidio was ordered to watch over Dean, dutifully watching the growth of the boy who had risen from the dead, even though he had no idea of ​​Jason's future influence.

Jason was restored by the Lazarus Spring, and then traveled all over the world to learn skills from criminals and constantly improve his abilities... This is a boy who is constantly forcing himself to grow.

Attar hadn't met the prisoner until he returned to the League of Assassins for the last time and informed Talia that he was returning to Gotham.

Perhaps because Jason needed a little time to digest the abilities he had learned from traveling the world, he spent another summer in the League of Assassins.

And it was what happened this summer that changed the relationship between them that would never see each other.

—Jason will die.

It was only through a fierce counterattack that the tricky enemy could be dealt with, Jason stumbled and fell on the bed in the room with bloody and tattered wounds.

He didn't even have time to deal with the poisonous part before falling asleep with the sound of a cat purring.

If Atar was passive enough, he would continue watching quietly, waiting for Jason to die a second time, and his task would be completed.

Anyway, it was just observation, and Atar was not allowed to take care of him to survive, so why did he make trouble for himself?

But for the first time, Atal borrowed a human identity and descended in front of him.

Even in his memory, Atar would laugh out loud at the silly look of the unremarkable Jason who stared round after waking up, because he borrowed Damian's body, and the other party was a member of the League of Assassins at that time. Obviously, the young master has a bad relationship with Jason.

He used the little boy's body to find the antidote from the room, treated Jason's wound, and then pretended to be the other person's character, calling it a "charity", trying to dispel Jason's doubts, but The other party seems to believe so.

After the first time, there will be a second time.

Atar didn't pick his body too much, holding the idea of ​​"if medical means can't do it, it doesn't matter if I use a little angel power", he didn't use human form anymore.

Sometimes he stuffed himself into a cat's body, sneaked in through the door to grab the pills while Jason was away, and threw them in a conspicuous place.

Or take the position of a bird, fly from the open window to the sleeping Jason's bed, stroke his wound with feathers, and use magic to make it heal faster.

Or, after Jason experienced a brutal battle, let the potted plant in his house, which was obviously not in bloom, bloom, covering the opponent's blood-filled eyes.

For Atar, these are just a matter of little effort.

And he actually continued these actions for a whole summer out of boredom, being a mysterious person helping Jason in the dark.

Until one time he came to the bed as a bird again.

Jason, who was supposed to be in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, smiled at the bird occupying his body, and then turned over and closed the window neatly, blocking his possible escape position.

Then, he sat up straight, raised his eyebrows and said, "...explain, who are you?"

It was only then that Atar realized that all his caring actions had been noticed by this mere human being.

"Magic? People from the League of Assassins? Or..." Jason held his chin and guessed excitedly like a little boy, "...Could it be an angel?"

After saying the word himself, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was an absurd word, because Jason had seen the darkness invade countless times, but he had never seen an angel appear.

He firmly believes that such a race is just a funny fantasy that human beings desire for their own existence space under the pressure of darkness.

But the reason Jason can still make such light-hearted jokes is...

He felt the other party's indifferent attitude towards him.

Yes, I don't care. Although it is contradictory to the actions he made to take care of Jason, Jason really feels this way. This is an act close to charity, but it gives people a completely different meaning. people.

His kindness doesn't ask for anything in return, and he never even thought of asking for it. It seems that Jason is Jason, and he doesn't want to get anything from him at all.

Whether it's the emotion of gratitude or the complex feeling of being cared about, the other party doesn't seem to care at all about Jason's reaction.

I have to say that this attitude really made Jason breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he pretends to be strong on the surface, he is a complete coward secretly, but this kind of him is extremely sensitive to human emotions, caring about other people's evaluation and eyesight, which has to be said to be an extremely pathetic personality.

Once someone gave him something, he could easily see from the other party's performance what they wanted from Jason.

Sometimes it's trust, sometimes it's love, or other emotions, which make him feel bored and tired.

Money or power are both good, but they still go on and on, wanting to get the most unpayable thing from Jason, that is, feelings.

So he was very resistant to this, and he didn't want people to get close to him.

Only this stranger...

This is the first time Jason has produced someone who wants to ask "who the hell are you?"

To do this, he can step over the wall he has set up and ask the question.

But...But Jason didn't think about it, the bird disappeared out of nowhere and never appeared again, as if Jason's asking this question itself was a kind of curse that was lifted.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was hallucinating, but he knew that it was impossible for him to be so pathetic as to conjure up an image of being taken care of for himself.

In the past few years, Jason has paid special attention to the people around him, even a bird and a bunch of flowers, but no one has given him the feeling he had before.

...So, it was all his fault, and he shouldn't point it out.

Jason was about to give up on the idea of ​​being almost pathetic, how pathetic it was that he was waiting for someone to reappear in his life.

But it seems that once the luck turns to the worst time, it will be lucky once. Fate is like a psychological game.

During his third summer, he received a call from an unknown number and met a man named Atal.And before Damian, the black cat, the bird...

It's different, this is a real teenager, when he stands beside Jason, he will have a kind of warm power.

Jason thought drowsily, that summer he was able to fall asleep after being injured unprepared, maybe because he knew that someone would appear and heal him.

In the pure blue to nearly black water, his body sank slowly, and he felt his consciousness gradually leaving his body, leaving for a quieter and more distant place.

Jason could even smell the fragrance of flowers in the air, as well as the icy and refreshing aura that could only be smelled when snowflakes melted on the tip of his nose, but this was impossible.

Because he was sinking into the deep water, the pressure of the water urgently covered his body, choking his breath, trying to take him to a place of eternal peace.

……

The next moment, a person grabbed his collar and pulled him up vigorously. Jason seemed to hear something whispered by the other party.

"...It's okay to be stupid, bastard."

But he didn't have the strength to refute at all. The other party pulled him and threw him on the shore in just a second.

Jason's lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen, he curled up in pain, choked out the salt water he had swallowed, and retched unceasingly, his soaked clothes clinging to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

But Atar stood in front of him with arms folded, without any intention of helping, just looking down at Jason from a high position.

Jason lay back down again, collapsed on the ground, his black hair was sticky on both sides of his cheeks, making his face look a bit immature, revealing a bit of human fragility.

Looking at the dark sky, he muttered, "Ah... I'm still alive..."

Atal kicked his arm to get his attention back.

Only then did Jason notice the existence of Atar, and when he saw Atar's expression clearly, he shivered which had nothing to do with the cold.

"Tell me, when did you know it was mine?" Atar asked with narrowed eyes.

He had felt that Jason's attitude had changed somewhat unusually before, but he still didn't know why.

But if it was because the other party was aware of his identity, then everything would make sense... The worst thing was that Jason was hiding it from him.

Jason, who always liked to say sarcasm, became unusually taciturn.

"Say it," Atal said.

Jason opened his mouth and mumbled a word quickly in a low voice.Atal lost his patience, he squatted down, looked at Jason's face, and squeezed it threateningly.

"Say it again." He used a coaxing tone.

It's unbelievable that Jason actually accepted this trick, his expression changed again and again, and finally he reluctantly gave in.

He paused, then whispered again: "...after I reveal your identity, will you disappear again?"

Atal was taken aback.

This is really Jason's concern...

He really didn't want to repeat the last experience again.

However, after hearing his internal dissection, the other party shook his shoulders and couldn't help laughing beside him.

"...What are you thinking? I was too embarrassed to leave that time. And after that, I became Atal, and it wasn't your fault."

Jason pouted: "..."

Sure enough, he would feel very embarrassed when he said it out, and it seemed that he was extra sensitive like a little girl.

But he did have the idea of ​​blaming himself.

"So when exactly?" Atal withdrew his hand grabbing Jason's cheek, lost in thought, "Let me think...could it be when I was in Gotham, I took you to Star City and told you to eat The one with the candy ice cream?"

Jason turned his face away in silence.

He was right, only Atar would make such a move without asking for anything in return, so even if he changed to a shell, Jason quickly recognized him based on this.

"Oh... I guessed right." Looking at the other party's reaction, Atar knew he had made the right judgment, so he said maliciously, "That's why you were on the bridge suddenly, and then you..."

Jason reached out and covered his mouth with a warning look.

"—Shut up, don't mention it again, and forget about it right away. Listen to me, whatever you think, listen to me."

"I think……"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

"..."

Suddenly, Atar got rid of Jason's hand and stood up, looking straight ahead.

There, a woman with a gorgeous face appeared out of nowhere, hiding her face behind a feather fan, and winked at him teasingly, holding the sculpture he wanted to grab in the hand hanging by her side .

"Seeing you at last," she said, "I'm not late, am I?"