Jason's daily routine seems to be on track, with school classes, training, and studying during the day, and patrolling with Bruce at night, a life that Jason couldn't have imagined before, when he was trying his best to get a full meal every day. Comfortable beds, all-you-can-eat meals, and even the choice of what to eat, these once luxurious lives have now become a part of Jason's life, so he has nothing to complain about them.

After throwing a noose and tying the escaped minion into a dumpling, tonight's night watch ended.

Jason followed Bruce back to the Batcave, looking at the back of the man who was still busy with the next case, but the hand holding the milk cup didn't mean to bring the cup to his mouth.

"What's wrong? Master Jason? ”

Alfred asked strangely when he noticed that Jason hadn't poured all the milk in one go as he had done before.

“.. No.. Nothing."

If there is any dissatisfaction with Jason's current life, it is that he has indeed grown taller than when he first came here after drinking so much milk, but it still does not change the fact that he is the shortest one in their class.

He asked Dick when he started to grow bigger, but Dick couldn't tell exactly when he started growing bigger, but when he woke up one day and suddenly found that his pants had become shorter.

Considering that Dick Robin always wore shorts during his time, Jason felt that it would be a long time before Dick found out that he was taller.

Jason stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror and looked at the bars he had drawn on the mirror, the top one was not much taller than the bottom one. Jason began to worry a little about whether he had missed out on his formative years. Or would he be visited by a fairy who was responsible for assigning height to children on the night of his fourteenth birthday?

That's! Jason never believed in fairies. After lying in bed, I forced myself to drive the dynamic picture of the fairy doing magic out of my head, and then forced myself to sleep.........

When he woke up the next morning, Jason felt a little pain in his head.

"Master Jason? Do you have a cold? ”

At the dinner table, Jason coughed incessantly, and Alfred touched his forehead with some concern.

"You're having a fever!"

Oh, great! This answer made Jason glance at his lips, but fortunately it was the weekend and he didn't have to go to school.

He hadn't been sick since Jason could remember, and the first time he was rescued by Bruce didn't count, it was a big mistake, he should have gone to any aid station to steal some clothes first, otherwise he wouldn't have been hit by the sudden cold snap.

But this time the fever is a little too inexplicable, there is food and clothing, not to mention that now that the weather has begun to get warmer, Jason can't figure out the reason why he has a fever, and the hot head melon is afraid that even the brain tissue fluid has been evaporated, otherwise how can he feel that he can't even think about the problem.

After eating, Jason was tempted to go to the training room to see if he could get rid of the irritating heat by sweating, but was stopped by Alfred.

Under the stern gaze of the loving old man, Jason obediently climbed into his bed. I just wanted to pretend to be asleep and sneak into the training room after Alfred left, but I didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

The fever was more physically demanding than Jason himself thought.

Messy with a bunch of inexplicable dreams, with dick... Maybe it's Dick, but also Barbara... Probably, it's always everyone he knows and doesn't know who beautifully invades Jason's dreams in this daydream. There are even penguin people with them.

Jason, who had finally woken up from his dream, sat on the bed in a daze, how could he not know that he was so interested in those guys in Arkhamri? He even dreamed that Poison Teng and Harley Quinn were married, although there were a lot of rumors about these two women, but Jason thought that the relationship between the two of them should not even have anything to do with him, anyway, it was right to see these two women and throw Arkham.

There was still a mess in his head, probably because of a day's burn, and Jason still felt like his head hurt. I touched my forehead to see if I was still feverish, and there was a chill from the touch of my palm.

"Ah Fu just took the ice pillow away...."

Jason thought for a long time before he thought of the only possibility.

The light in the room only came from the faint light leaking through the gaps in the heavy curtains, Jason twisted the bedside lamp, and it took a little difficulty for his eyes to adapt to the darkness to adjust to the sudden light, and after seeing the time on the wall clock clearly, Jason hurriedly jumped out of bed and changed into his uniform and rushed out of the room.

"Oh, Master Jason, you need to rest"

Alfred was about to take a special drink to Jason's room.

"Wait until you get back! Cough! ”

Jason hurriedly slipped over Alfred and down the carved handrail from upstairs to downstairs, he didn't see Bruce, who was supposed to be already in the Batcave. Thinking of this, Jason kept running towards the room with the big grandfather clock leading to the Batcave.

"Jason? How did you get up? ”

Bruce's voice came from behind, and he was sitting on the couch in the living room with a cup of coffee, Batman's uniform already spent, and the high-tech helmet on the coffee table. He's ready but not in the Batcave, is he waiting for him?

"Sorry! Bruce, I'm up late, ahem! ”

Bruce looked at Jason, who had been coughing, and said:

"Jason, you're going to rest tonight"

Bruce put down his coffee cup and picked up his helmet, showing no intention of taking Jason on patrol.

"Have a good rest"

The last words left by Bruce as he left the living room choked all of Jason's complaints back into his stomach.

Jason nestled in the sofa bored to change the TV station, he felt that he slept a little too much during the day, and now although his head still hurts and his body is very uncomfortable, he doesn't want to sleep at all.

"Master Jason, please don't watch TV too late, please go back to the bedroom and rest"

Alfred walked into the room with hot milk, and said disapprovingly at Jason, who looked like he was about to fall asleep on the couch but was trying to cheer up.

"I'm not a toddler, I can take care of myself"

Jason retorted dissatisfiedly, but the fever made his rebuttal sound weak and without any credibility.

"It would be best if we could do that."

Alfred puts the human milk in front of Jason and goes to the kitchen to prepare a night snack for Bruce.

Jason nestled up on the couch, drinking hot milk tastelessly, and boredly using the remote control to change the TV station.

He felt like his upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, but he didn't want to go back to sleep at all, and the sandman who was throwing sand everywhere must have accidentally poured all the sand in his pocket into his eyes.

He heard footsteps behind him, and it must have been Alfred urging him to go to bed again.

"I'm not sleepy! Ah Fu"

Jason muttered from his mouth.

"What are you looking at?"

Overhead, Bruce's voice instantly dispelled Jason's sleepiness. Jason was amazed to see that Bruce was back so early tonight, he hadn't even changed into his Batman uniform, and his cloak was still stained with the night dew peculiar to Gotham nights.

Bruce sat next to Jason around the couch, his cold-soaked uniform lowering the temperature and making Jason, who was feeling uncomfortable with a fever, feel much more comfortable.

“... Patrol"

"Sometimes rest is necessary, Jason. What are you looking at? ”

Bruce watches the nostalgic old drama being played on TV, the Grey Ghost.

"You like to watch it too?"

Bruce thought it was strange that Jason would watch such old movies, and didn't kids of Jason's age prefer to watch Superman.

"Uhhh Hmmm"

Jason was actually just changing the channel, and he didn't know what was going on on TV. But the Grey Ghost is Bruce's idol, as Dick told him.

"Let's take a look"

"Good"

Jason didn't know what was going on TV. He's just happy that Bruce is watching TV with him.......

"Oh my God, I'm going to get a blanket and come over"

Alfred, who had walked into the living room with a supper, looked at Jason, who was already asleep on Bruce's shoulder, and whispered as much as he could.