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

"Then this one?"

"Do not."

"Really?"

"No."

Jason threw the skirt on Atar's body, with a playful light in his eyes, and said regretfully: "It's okay, but you have to make a gesture in front of him, this is my personal reward."

"..." You are really perverted like this, Jason.

But Atal already knew roughly that his face resembled someone Jason knew, so it became interesting to play tricks on him.

He smiled helplessly at Jason, stood up and grabbed the starry sky blue dress, gestured to him, pretending that he was wearing it.

Jason took out his phone decisively and took several photos, and then selected a few with satisfaction to set them as the phone's wallpaper and lock screen.

After thinking about it, he maliciously sent a copy of the photo to someone far away in Bruhaven, and he blackmailed the other party casually.

"Okay," Jason put down his phone, took the skirt in his hand, and threw it aside, "Then we have to change the way."

"how do you want to do it?"

The brief contact has already made Atar realize that Jason's head is full of all kinds of whimsical ideas.

Now that Jason was thinking with his chin resting, he subconsciously held his breath to avoid disturbing Jason's collision of thoughts.

"How's your injury?" Jason asked suddenly.

"The bleeding has stopped," Atar reacted, and checked himself, "It just looks scary."

Atal felt a little warmth in his heart, and he cared about him.

"Ah, so fast? Let the wound bleed a little more."

Atal: "?"

Moved back for a second.

"I have a brilliant idea." Jason laughed, a nasty smile with a slightly childish twist, "Can you act?"

Before Atar could speak, he had already walked to the cabinet on the other side and pulled out a complete set of cosmetics.

Atal watched in awe as Jason skillfully pulled out various makeup tools.

...but is this really Tim Drake's safe house?

Why does he have so many things for girls? !

Atar has already sketched the image of a bigwig in women's clothing for him without authorization in his heart.

While he was thinking wildly, Jason took the things, turned back and pressed his shoulders, making him sit on the edge of the bed.

Then he held his chin with one hand, looked around for a moment, and said, "I will repair your facial features, leaving only the Batman part."

"Oh..." Atar didn't respond a little bit.

Jason had already let the brush fall on his face, and he was staring intently at Atal's face without saying a word, his eyes serious.

This made the latter hold his breath involuntarily, only the sound of the pattering rain outside the window and Green Arrow's gentle breathing remained in the room.

He felt his face itchy and couldn't help blinking. Jason plucked his long and curly eyelashes and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't move around."

Atal could only hold back obediently.

Ten minutes later, Jason put away his pen and whistled.

"The banquet is very troublesome, identification is a problem," he said, without taking his eyes off Atar's face, "I have locked on a target, and I will bring two invitation letters when the time comes, you wait here first."

"Are you going to grab it?"

Jason laughed and said, "Of course, what else?"

"Won't you take me there? I can help you."

"Forget it," Jason said, turning his head and pointing to the bandages in the medical kit, "Listen to me, wrap the bandages around your eyes before I get back, just a circle, then get some blood and make yourself miserable .”

"Eye?"

"I didn't find any contact lenses here."

"clear."

Jason finally couldn't help but took another deep look at his face, then opened the balcony window, and the figure disappeared in the rainstorm.

Of course, it is impossible for him to take Atar to "get" the invitation letter, because the other party looks too clean and pure, and it is like a crime to swear at him, which is different from people like him who were born in Crime Lane .

Although Jason knew that Atal was an assistant to the vigilante and lived in Star City, so he must have seen all kinds of dark sides unimaginable by ordinary people, but he just felt weird.

Not to mention that these two invitations are going to that kind of hidden club——

Jason shuddered, and vowed that within his supervision, he would never let Atar touch such things.

On the other side, Atal first walked to Green Arrow and made sure that his current condition was relatively stable, then took out the bandages from the medical kit and went to the bathroom.

There is a mirror here, which completely shows his appearance. When Atar himself raised his eyes to see it, he couldn't help but be surprised by it.

His appearance was originally small, but after Jason's makeup, he looked younger and became like another person——

It should be said that it is the Batman in Jason's mouth.

Atal stared at it for a while, and then began to slowly wrap the bandage around the wound on his body.His wounds healed a little strangely fast, as if non-human genes were at work.

When it was the turn of the eyes, he hesitated before wrapping them around to make sure he could see out through the mist and the color of the eyes would not be detected by prying eyes.

"What do I have to do with Batman and Superman?" he asked the system.

After a long period of silence, the system finally spoke: "Schrödinger's relationship. You can use the past that you don't know as an Easter egg in the game."

"Easter eggs?" he asked. "Have I triggered any Easter eggs that I can know?"

"For example, you are the next student of Miskatonic University." The system said, "But it all depends on which direction you go. Maybe you won't enroll, maybe you will."

"I understand."

After a little thought, Atar understood, that is to say, it is enough to understand this as a sideline.

His mainline is the Arrows, since that's his chosen faction.All of his missions so far have revolved around the Arrow, but if a sideline is triggered, he'll be drawn into something else.

However, it would be more interesting this way.

Waiting for Jason didn't use Atal for a long time, and soon the balcony door was pushed open, Jason walked in covered in moisture, he took off his sweater hat, and smoothed his messy black hair.

His body was still lingering with the smell of perfume and the strong smell of blood, but Atal didn't show any strange emotions as if he didn't notice it.

Jason looked at Atar, clicked his tongue, and said with a smirk, "We're going to fool him around."

He sat down on the sofa, motioned for Atar to sit opposite him, and then said: "I have a plan, which requires your cooperation, little hunter."

Atal nodded, and Jason looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

In fact, using the word beautiful to describe Atar's facial features is not a violation of harmony.

Compared with Batman, his lines are soft and smooth, and it looks similar at first glance, but some details are different.

Jason endured it, and finally stretched out his hand and grabbed Atar's face: "Actually, it's not that similar. You look much cuter than him. But the other party won't notice these details."

Tim Drake is absolutely devastated.

Since tonight, he has been exhausted physically and mentally, feeling tense all the time.Batman sent him a message, roughly telling him to keep an eye on the venue.

"News from Jason." Batman said succinctly, "He's back in Gotham."

The unspoken meaning is that Bruce Wayne is going to be late, and he's going to meet him in Batman's form.

The relationship between Jason and Batman has been bad since a long time ago. Jason is always trying to find trouble for Batman, but everyone doesn't think that these two people have become enemies, because Jason is always there Probe above the bottom line.

Like a cat scratching its paws.

It can be said that apart from the current Robin Damian, no one in the family really regards him as an enemy anymore.

— wonder why he asked Batman out.

It should have blown up a few gang strongholds to provoke Batman, right?Tim thought uncertainly.

Strictly speaking, he's still doing Gotham good every time anyway, and Tim can't be bothered to bother.

Tim hasn't slept for more than thirty hours, and his right eyelid keeps twitching.But even so, he still had to put on a tuxedo and come to the banquet with a smile on his face, this damn life of the president.

He absent-mindedly clinked glasses with others, and made some polite remarks of high-society nonsense.

Occasionally, some young ladies with a spring heart come to chat with him. He is not interested, but the disguise is so good that no one notices that he is distracted.

"This time the Wayne Group's new drug is very effective. I have read those reports," a woman approached him and said ambiguously, "This time it will make a lot of money again, right?"

Tim took a sip of the wine in his glass, and deliberately said in a puzzled way: "As long as you can help human beings, talking about money hurts feelings."

As soon as the words were finished, both of them felt a burst of toothache at the same time.

"Mr. Drake is really amazing."

"Thank you." He accepted the compliment without changing his face, "I think so too."

……

I can't talk anymore today.

At this moment, Tim felt a slight vibration from the communicator hidden on his body.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Tim put the empty wine glass on the plate carried by the passing bartender, and straightened his bow tie, "I have something to do."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the hall without looking back, and walked to his own lounge. The melodious piano sound of the banquet hall was gone.

In the corridor where no one was sure, Tim hacked the monitor, then called up the communicator, and saw a small line of messages projected.

——There is trouble, Xiaohong.

Little Red is the nickname Jason gave him, because one of their vigilante code names is Red Hood and the other is Red Robin, and their names all have a red letter.

And Jason didn't like to call other people by their names honestly, so he gave him this nickname.

Tim frowned, because this was his private channel, and unless something very difficult happened, Jason would never use this communication.

Although the relationship between Tim and Jason is pretty good at home, Jason still doesn't look for him very much.

So, this shows that there is really big trouble.

He moved his fingers and replied after thinking: Batman?

The opposite side returned three points.

- Your lounge.

Tim was not surprised why the other party appeared at the banquet. After all, Jason was once a student of Batman, and his ability is not weak, so he can sneak in easily.

He took a deep breath, turned off the communicator, and turned to the lounge.

Before pushing the door open, Tim checked vigilantly. After finding that there was no ambush, he pushed open the door of the lounge, slipped in, and quickly closed the door again.

someone.

As expected, when he cast his gaze into the house, Jason was sitting alone on his sofa, smelling of blood, with a delicate expression, indescribably entangled, and hidden remorse.

Tim first took a look at Jason's body and found that there was no serious injury. While he was relieved, he couldn't help showing doubts——

This is so anomalous.

"Listen, Xiaohong, you may find it unbelievable," Jason's voice sounded a little distorted, as if he didn't understand what happened, with a hint of bewilderment, "I'm with Batman tonight..."

"Well, I know, Batman is looking for you."

Tim sat across from Jason and continued to observe his expression, not missing any detail.

"You know, tonight at the Port of Gotham, the gang brought a batch of drugs." Jason covered his face with his hands, a little depressed, "I just wanted to provoke the old guy, but then the drugs got on him ..."

Yes, the drug, Tim knows, is said to work in the same direction as the drug they developed—

Can quickly repair the seriously injured body.

However, the smuggled drugs are expensive and have serious side effects.

Originally, Batman planned to deal with the group of gangsters who smuggled goods, and it was not very surprising that Jason chose to do it there, after all, he liked to trouble Batman.

"I don't quite know what the medicine is for..."

Tim's heart skipped a beat: "Did Batman get hit?"

Jason's body trembled, he took away his hand covering his face, and clicked his tongue: "You know again?"

Tim this guy literally took the script.

"Jason, where is he?" Tim's voice was a little anxious, "You didn't just leave him there, did you?"

"He's fine," Jason said a little unhappily, "Would I do that?"

Then he stood up, opened the curtains, and a figure came out with a vigilant look.

Tim was confused, not knowing what Jason was trying to trick, he turned his head to see who was in his lounge, but at a glance, his eyes widened in disbelief——

It was a teenage version of Batman.

No, Tim couldn't believe his eyes.

He never imagined that his mentor looked like this when he was a teenager, with a heartbreaking face like an angel, with a pale face that had lost too much blood, and vigilance in his actions after being frightened.

The bandage was wrapped around the eye, and even traces of blood leaked out.

And the young face of about 16 years old has almost smoothed out those traces of pain, and he has not yet been soaked in darkness.

It is conceivable that the heavy pressure has not been completely shouldered on his thin shoulders, so that the other party looks immature and fragile, which makes people feel protective.

——This is Bruce who has not yet decided to put on the Batman mantle.

He stays where he is.

"Who are you?" the teenage version of Batman asked.

"I, I am..." He didn't know how to explain for a moment.

Tim subconsciously stood up and took a few steps towards him: "Bruce, you..."

But the other party took a step back warily and glanced at Jason.

This vigilant move woke Tim up. He also looked at Jason who was watching the show, and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with him?"

Tim didn't ignore the strangeness hidden in the way teenage Bruce watched him step back, like he didn't know him at all.

Before Jason could speak, Tim frowned again and said, "Have you lost your memory?"

"should be."

"I don't know what the side effects of those drugs are," Tim said a little anxiously. "Could it shrink people's bodies and bring back people from the past? However, I've heard of a weird way of treatment. I've been through this..."

The thought of Bruce becoming like this made him feel very confused, and he lost any thoughts of calm - at least for now, nothing could calm his boiling brain.

"I have indeed heard of this kind of thing. I don't know if it can be reversed and how long it will take. And now Gotham can't live without Batman..."

Jason paused, he hadn't spoken his prepared lines yet.

Tim spontaneously helped Jason complete the script by himself.

"As expected of you, Xiaohong." Jason praised sincerely.

But Tim also only loses his proud intuition when he encounters Batman-related things.

"He's badly hurt... don't look at me, I didn't hit him," he raised his hand, calling Tim's attention, who gave him a glare, "We have to stop the wound on him first , let’s talk about something else, what can you do?”

Tim took a deep breath: "I have a way."

He walked to the edge of the lounge, pressed some key, and a hidden compartment jumped out from the wall, and he quickly took out the contents.

Tim raised the blue liquid in his hand to Jason, frowned worriedly and said, "This should work."

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