Nightwing sat on one roof, his legs swaying boredly in mid-air with his legs perfectly muscularized by his tight uniform, a few thugs in the alleyway beneath his feet confronting each other, and one standing at the mouth of the alley as if looking for a target to attack. Nightwing sat on top of their heads, not wanting to go down.

To be honest, he was a little out of energy today. Barbara arrives with the news that Bruce is planning to make Jason his new assistant.

Bruce should also have a new assistant, the assistant to that stubborn old guy for so long, and Dick knows better than anyone the other side of that omnipotent Batman.

He's already decided to be independent, hasn't he? Standing next to that man will always be shrouded by that powerful black shadow, and it is not a good thing to always be treated like a child by him.

"Ahhh Richard, it's a good thing to be a man, isn't it? If you want to be independent, the old bat must always have someone to take care of ....."

Nightwing rolled back on the rooftop, rolling around on his knees, helplessly waiting for the depressed irritability in his chest to disappear on his own.

Dick's knowledge of Jason is limited to the news he hears from Barbara's mouth, and Barbara's evaluation of him is that his mouth is very poisonous and he has a lot of profanity. It's nothing, Jason grew up in the world of his brother "Sewers" after all, and it's strange that he can write poetry.

After Dick and Jason got along for a short time, he also had a deep understanding of Jason's poisonous tongue skills.

“...... Although he has a poisonous tongue, he is a guy who can talk when he has something to say, and maybe he can just cure the old guy who doesn't say anything..."

Nightwing was lying on the rooftop in a large shape, looking at the cloudy sky, and muttering to herself.

Bruce. Wayne is the typical guy who just does and doesn't talk, don't be fooled by his playboy image, even in the name of Gotham Baby, his bunch of nonsense has a purpose, and they are always the best thing to divert the focus of the media. He really doesn't know why anyone thinks Bruce. Wayne is a silly and sweet boy. Didn't they find any of the public statements that Gotham Babies never gave the topic to anyone, including any media?

And when he took off the Gotham Baby mask and put on the mask of the swarthy Batman, Bruce completely indulged his nature, and sometimes Dick really admired Alfred, how did he endure Bruce's true face.....

Even though he had lived with Bruce for so long, he still couldn't fully decipher the man's expressionless thoughts, even though he thought he knew him well.

“.... Maybe I don't know him well enough, that little ghost seems to be quite observant..."

Nightwing's fidgetless thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream coming from the alley below, a high-pitched voice unique to women that pierced several streets in the quiet of the night. But no one will stand up, and that's Gotham.

Nightwing retracted the nameless irritability in his chest, and got up to watch condescendingly as the thugs were now surrounding a blonde woman in the middle. Although the woman's face could not be seen from Nightwing's point of view, the fierce curves that even a simple T-shirt could outline were enough to show the good figure of this beautiful woman, and Nightwing narrowed her eyes as she watched the gangsters who were about to move. It doesn't look like it's going to end with a simple money grab.....

The woman was really frightened, today her boyfriend was supposed to pick her up from work as usual, but she didn't come to work for the time being, and she had to work overtime because of an oversight at work.....

“... Money... Take the money, please... Please don't hurt me."

The woman pleaded quietly, but her plea seemed to be counterproductive.

"Don't say that, how can we be willing to hurt you...."

The thug standing at the front was kicked into the garbage heap next to him by a blue figure falling from the sky before he finished speaking.

Before the rest of the thugs could react, they were quickly disposed of by the blue figure and fell into the garbage heap with the guy from before.

"Do you need me to take you to safety?"

Nightwing asked, turning her back to the woman.

But before the woman could answer his question, a man's anxious cry came from the alley:

"Emily!"

"Tom?!"

The man's voice finally awakened the woman's senses.

"You should call me and let me pick you up"

The man's tone was tinged with a hint of reproach.

"Sorry"

The woman's nerves tensed just now because of the fright, when she saw her boyfriend, she could finally relax a little, and said with a crying voice.

"No, I'm supposed to say I'm sorry, I should have picked you up first, it's okay"

"No, this gentleman saved me"

When the woman turned her head to thank the man who had saved her, she found that there was no one behind her except for the thugs who were still in the garbage dump.

"Who?"

“.... I... I don't know."

"Alright, let's get out of here."

"Hmm...."

Nightwing crouched on the roof and watched the couple leave the nasty alleyway, straightened up, stretched, moved his shoulders slightly, and stiffened his spine, then pulled out his hook and aimed at a tall building, swinging away from the place with the rope.

"That's it! Richard. Dick. Grayson, come up with a little bit of the attitude that a mature man (16 years old) should come by...."

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"No, Jason, you're you, Dick is Dick, you're completely different, so you should have your own codename"

Bruce said as he looked at Jason, who was struggling to put Dick's old uniform on.

Because of chronic malnutrition, Jason's physique is much thinner than his peers, and now because of the abundant food on time and on time, coupled with Alfred's deliberate nutritional balance, the uniform that was originally a good fit is a little small for Jason now.

"Well, flamingos? Raptor? Bald eagle? Owl? Vulture? Claws? ”

"Poof.... Hahaha, I think you're just called Little Wings, and you have sharp claws."

Dick, hiding in the shadows, finally stepped out of the shadows, and the nasty laughter made Jason angry.

"What are you doing, Bird of Paradise"

"Hey! Who's the Bird of Paradise, I've got a new uniform."

Jason looked at Dick's new uniform, and to be honest, he really felt that there was no difference between him changing and not changing, still an exaggerated blue wing pattern on his chest in the most conspicuous position, the coquettish open-chested stand-up collar was gone, replaced with a design that tightly wrapped around his neck, and the pants changed from a casual design to a tight-fitting design that followed the upper body, perfectly outlining Dick's enviable muscle lines. It made him look a little more in tune with his age.... But it's still like a bird of paradise in courtship. Jason decided to divide Dick's aesthetic level into a position inversely proportional to his looks, ever since he learned that Robin's uniform and Nightwing's uniform were made of this guy.

"Forget it, don't laugh at you, give"

"What?"

Seeing Dick hand over an oversized box, Jason took it inexplicably.

"Hmm... That, I came up with the name Robin in the hope that it could be a family name, and I'm already Nightwing, so now it's yours.... Why don't you open it and take a look? ”

Under the watchful eye of the crowd, Jason slowly opened the box, and the contents were indeed what he had guessed, familiar colors and patterns, but it was clearly a brand new uniform that had never been used.

"Dick"

"Huh? Aren't you so moved that you're about to cry, come and give my brother a hug."

"Your aesthetic is really not flattering"

“.... Yes? Stinky boy, don't pay me back"

"No!"

Bruce smiled and looked at Jason, who was holding his uniform and dodging attacks from Dick:

"Don't hurry up and change your clothes, I'm about to go on a night watch"

“.... Good! ”

Dick looked at Jason, who was hurrying to change his new uniform, and said a little strangely:

"He hasn't trained much, so why don't you just take him on the night watch?"

Bruce didn't answer Dick's question, but focused on the computer screen and began to choose the route of tonight's night watch.

Dick was well acquainted with Bruce's character and didn't expect him to answer his questions.

"Master Bruce, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, Ah Fu"

"Where's Master Dick?"

"Jason! Isn't it okay?! I won't take you there! ”

As Dick picked up the coffee from the tray, he was almost thrown to the ground in fright by Bruce's almost impossible words.

"Hah! Scareless."

Jason suddenly jumped out from behind the computer, startling Alfred and dropping the tray in his hand.

"You did scare me, Master Jason"

"Not really, little ghost"

"Humph! I'm just scaring you."

Jason jumped around happily, completely unconcerned about the cold water that Dick threw at him.

"Hey, look, I'm Robin, Wonder Boy. Cool, hurry up old man, the bad guys are waiting for us, let's hurry up"

Jason said as he ran towards the Batmobile, which turned around and said:

"It was the best day of my life"