Chapter 66

To be honest, Batman thought of Jason.

But the girl in front of him obviously had bigger intentions.

As she talked about her past experiences, Batman realized that she might not have been only five years old, but might have just stayed in this form for a long time because she was killed at such an old age.

But when he heard such ambitious words coming from such a young child, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Unify the entire underground world, standardize order, and rebuild rules.

The black-haired girl looked at him seriously, obviously not joking.

"So, do you want to cooperate?" She repeated: "Batman, you should know that cooperation with me is very cost-effective. If you don't agree...how will you deal with the upcoming war." q spread the palm of his left hand

. , there is a small communicator inside: "Our internal communication device, I know you will not let me access you, then we will set up a small group."

Batman was silent, seeming to weigh the pros and cons.

After a while, he took the communicator and said, "The specific content still needs to be considered."

This was what he meant by agreement.

Q's eyebrows arched: "What a success. Gin, call Dazai from the pool. We want to celebrate!"

Batman paused for a moment on her smile.

So, is there Dazai Osamu's hand in this matter?

A non-staff member of the black organization and a hidden caretaker.

He didn't want to stay here anymore, and the information for today was enough, so he disappeared in a flash, leaving only Q who seemed to have no idea and was still performing dutifully.

"You can celebrate, I won't," Gin said coldly, "I'll go back, you can do whatever you want."

Even a model worker is not so consistent, not to mention that there is nothing that needs his action now.

As for the celebrations, Dazai Osamu is obviously Yuna's vest, which is not interesting at all. I don't understand why the leader always likes to mess with these things.

q blinked pitifully: "gin." qaq.

The little black-haired girl held his hand, and for a moment it seemed that she had overlapped with her a long time ago. At that time, she did not have the smile she is showing now, but was a little gloomy and a little uneasy.

At that time, Gin

felt a subtle sense of satisfaction when he saw her uneasiness.

Because a numb girl will only feel restless and nervous in front of him.

But then everything went off track.

Gin: "..."

Gin's face darkened, as if he was scorning his own lack of firmness: "...Okay, I won't leave."

He really said that he wasn't leaving, but Q raised his eyebrows in surprise, bright red. The lips opened and closed, a smile appeared on the lips, and the feeling of mourning but sweetness came out again in an instant.

"It's just teasing Gin, are you really not leaving?"

Gin had a bad feeling.

"Okay! I have other things to deal with. The mess on the table... Oh no, I'll leave the in-depth documents to you, my dearest and most capable gin~" Gin felt as if his temples

were Painful: "It's a beautiful thought, and you can handle it yourself."

Sure enough, when you play Dazai, you are actually acting in your true colors, right? ?

"Not really." Q

said with a smile as if he knew what he was thinking, but the expression on his face calmed down the next moment: "Jason left a place for me before, I want to find him now Go to the appointment."

"Tsk." Gin nodded, put his hat down, and blocked his eyes with his hair: "You don't have to worry about this."

Q curled his eyes and left with peace of mind.

After the girl left, Gin lit a cigarette, picked up the documents, cursed lowly, and gave her the responsibility of acting as leader without any complaints.

When he sat down, he subconsciously observed the surrounding environment, and his eyes stopped on a gun.

The gun is the most commonly used model of Gin. It lies quietly in a conspicuous position on the table. It doesn't look like it was just placed there casually.

The silver-haired man raised his eyebrows, took the gun, and found the letters "guw" on the gun.

Sweet dates for subordinates?

Use an innocuous token to exchange for his sincerity.

So, does his scheming leader know what this means?

The man chuckled lowly, casually put the gun on his body, and then started to handle official business with a relaxed look.

Although he felt that his sincerity did not need to be changed at all, he was quite happy to see the results of the leader paying such little attention to his subordinates.

By the way, others don't need it. After all, he is the only one in the entire organization who is qualified to receive such a token.

Today is

an ordinary day to find trouble for Black Mask.

The Red Hood finished his work, but while he was trying to stop the bleeding in his arm to prevent further action, he suddenly stopped. Then he drew out his large-caliber double guns at a speed that ordinary people could not react, and aimed at a certain shadow position, squinting. He raised his eyes coldly and said, "Who?"

Seeing no one answered, he sneered and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the air, and the air in front of him seemed to be distorted. It was the trace of a person flashing and the air flowing through.

There is indeed a person here who can hide his figure.

Jason silently increased his vigilance, and fired at the moment he found abnormal air flow again, forcefully forcing the opponent to stop and leaving traces on the ground.

He seemed to hear a chuckle, and then the other party moved faster. Jason didn't have any mood swings and continued shooting, but the effect was obviously not as good as the first two times.

——Closing.

The gun in the hand of the young man wearing the red hood changed direction, and with a "bang" sound, he went straight towards the hidden opponent. Even at such a close distance and the target moved so fast, he still played with the gun. With ease.

The sound of bullets entering flesh was heard, and the opponent didn't seem to try to dodge at all.

What does this person want to do?

Does being injured have any other effects?

Just as Jason was about to take the next step, he saw a little girl appear at the location he estimated.

"It's amazing, you deserve to be Jason."

The little girl with black hair and eyes said with bright eyes.

Jason made a move: "Nightmare."

"Nightmares are indeed scary, but as long as you wake up and have someone to comfort you, you won't be afraid."

Combining the information he had with Yuna before and his guess about her ability, The young man's expression relaxed. The next moment he frowned again. He walked to the little girl in two steps and asked, "Did the bullet

hit you just now?"

"It's nothing. This kind of thing is of no use to me. Avoidance is just Subconscious actions, if someone is covering me, I will avoid them all." Q smiled and said: "After all, not many people like to have bullet holes in their bodies."

Jason thought for a moment about the bullet she had blocked on the day they were separated nine years ago.

"...Come back to the safe house with me. This is not a good place to talk." Jason used the Red Hood mask to hide his inner thoughts. He picked up the girl with her dazed expression and let her

small body sit on her. On his arms: "Let's go home."

"Why are you holding your daughter?" Q couldn't help complaining, and smiled lightly: "I have a family now, Jason."

"... "Jason was quietly jealous in his heart: "When I used to depend on you, wasn't that home considered home?"

q: "? No, I mean -"

"And Gin, your relationship is not just about superiors and subordinates. It's so simple, right? He can't have a place in your heart? Or the friends you met can't give you a home?" "

So, it's still different, right." Jason concluded, emotionally Something is obviously wrong.

"..." She seemed to have stepped on a thunderbolt without knowing it.

q thought for a while: "It doesn't mean that other people are unimportant. I understand how you feel. Sometimes I am jealous of the relationship between some people and the other person, and I also have the idea of 'Why can't I get such treatment?'"

"Later I thought, I can't be the most important one in everyone's heart."

"I will no longer put myself on the scale of comparison, because the results are often disappointing."

It is true, but frankly Saying it will always make people feel chilling. Jason didn't want to hear Yuna explain it so clearly, because it meant that she had closed her heart to a large extent and unintentionally put herself in the position of an outsider.

"So then I thought of a way. Wherever the other person puts me in his heart, I will put him in a similar position - of course, the surface and the heart can't be easily synchronized. Although they are not the most important... …I always feel like I'm double standard again."

q laughed out loud.

"So just think about it. And when I say I have a family, I don't have any special meaning." She tapped Jason's red hood: "I want to share the joy with you, and I also want to tell you in a subtle way. She

lowered her voice: "Wayne Manor has always been your home, too."

Our homes are all there.

"Maybe I can never go back." After hearing the explanation, Jason felt a little better, but his voice was still cold and calm.

"...Maybe. Everything has accidents."

q calmed down, and his words were as light as the breeze in the forest: "Sometimes I want to be a little stupid, so that I can think that I am the most important in other people's hearts. Nothing

can be above me."

But she had dealt with the complicated human heart early on.

Jason sighed, regretting the topic he brought up: "Okay, you came to me not just because of this, right? ... Of course, if you say you miss me, I won't mind."

" ...Jason, I haven't seen you for so many years, what's wrong with you?" Why do you talk like this (pupil earthquake jpg).

Jason: "..." You can't swear. You can't curse and you have to hold back.

"Okay, stop teasing me, brother. I really have something to talk to you about." Going on an appointment was just to fool Gin, but she also had business: "What do you think about Black Mask's movements these days? "