Chapter 42 Outlaws

At 10:10 a.m. on June 1, real-time trending topics on global social networks:

#When the avalanche is not a single snowflake is innocent Explosion#

#Looking for Voters#

#She is only 20 years old burst#

#Multiple Explosion Parades#

#xx professor talks about law#

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"I'm a reporter for the xx Times, and behind me is Gotham, New Jersey..."

"I'm in the Metropolis! People are marching with banners right now!"

"Reporter from Texas, in front of the municipal building..."

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Cynthia sat in the mayor's office in the municipal building and turned on the computer.

The voices of pedestrians who were marching and protesting outside were so loud that they could be heard clearly even at the highest level.

She kind of wanted to smoke, but quit on the day she took the Pledge of Allegiance, so she didn't have a cigarette on her.

The exhaustion that filled her chest could not be eliminated with the smoke, and could only be eliminated through other methods.

So she put her hands on her forehead and let out a long sigh.

"With this kind of situation coming up, you still need me to finish it. You really think highly of me."

Cynthia was typing on the keyboard while complaining.

"It would be deceiving to say that the roads are paved."

The road to becoming the mayor of Gotham is indeed paved, but the laws that have not been changed for decades must be changed, the laws that are firmly controlled by the upper echelon.

It's still something that requires long-term planning.

Since the live broadcast incident happened yesterday, Cynthia has directly cooperated with the think tank of the current Gotham government to cooperate with public opinion to put pressure on a higher level.

Even if they still want to prevaricate by pretending to be deaf and dumb, more people are supporting them, and public opinion is also providing them with follow-up power.

When one person holds up a torch in the crowd, that yearning for light will drive others to gather under the torch, illuminating the darkness with more light.

On the other hand, with the technical support of Luther and Cyborg, all social media cannot delete the content about the live broadcast.

In other words, if they really delete it, they will add fuel to the fire and kill themselves.

Now the people are surprisingly angry, and the level of public opinion on the global Internet has reached the peak of this century.

Cynthia knows that the more suppressed at this time, the more she will resist, and what she needs is this second fermentation of public opinion.

Her fingers moved rapidly on the keyboard, and a preliminary draft document had already taken shape.

The bill that was widely respected by scholars in later generations is now lying quietly on the table, without any conspicuous traces.

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door of the Mayor of Gotham's office.

Cynthia stood up and slowly closed the computer with her hands.

"Come in."

she said.

The subordinate came out from behind the door and bowed to her, "Mayor, the interviewer is already waiting outside."

Cynthia nodded slightly, and said lightly: "I already know, you go out first."

The door was closed again, leaving Cynthia standing alone in the office.

She clenched the gold coin pendant on her chest, closed her eyes, and prayed silently.

"call"

Cynthia raised her head, looked at the ceiling and exhaled.

She displayed the gladiolus flower, which symbolizes justice and the rule of law, on the front.

"Please bless me this time too, my God."

Her eyes became firm again.

As a child, Cynthia stood in a squalid slum and looked up at the leaden sky.

"Is Gotham going to get better?" she asked her mother.

When she grew up, Cynthia stood in the resplendent mayor's office.

She made the most sincere oath to the god that no longer exists, "I will do my best, even if I burn myself, it will make Gotham better."

The world will be good?What will tomorrow be like?

Instead of asking questions all the time, instead of placing hope on others, it is better to work hard on your own and hold the future in your own hands.

Cynthia doesn't know if Gotham will be better tomorrow, but she will do everything in her power to make it better.

Some documents were spit out from the printer in the confidential document room.

On the neat print, there are a few big words.

"Gotham Supports Restructuring Outlaws."

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The liquid in the vial was flowing into her body along the veins of the unconscious person lying on the bed.

Jason sat on the edge of the hospital bed silently, holding Ashe's hand.

It was cold to the touch.

He hasn't slept all night.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, because he didn't know if he would just miss Ashe's waking up if he fell asleep, and he didn't know if she would quietly leave in his sleep.

He couldn't pay that high price.

At this time, Batman took off his equipment, wore an expensive-looking suit, and walked slowly into the quiet ward.

"..."

It's been a long time since he met such a quiet Jason who didn't choke with him, and he didn't know how to talk to him for a while.

Jason raised his eyes and looked at Bruce Wayne, who was expressionless but visibly conflicted.

"......thanks."

A dull voice sounded in the empty room.

Bruce opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He hadn't spoken to Jason in such a normal way for a long time, and he even forgot what the normal speaking order was.

Family members don't have to say thank you.

This sentence is so simple and short, but he can't say it.

Jason looked at him, and subconsciously tightened his grip on Ashe's palm.

"I'm speaking for Ashe, without the medical equipment you provided, she would probably have died."

Bruce stared at his most disobedient and rebellious adopted son with steel blue eyes as deep as the sea.

He walked over slowly, picked up a chair next to the hospital bed, and sat beside Jason.

"Family should not say thank you."

Perhaps to avoid embarrassment, he turned his head to look at the electrocardiogram on the computer.

Jason pursed his lips, and said mockingly in his tone, "I don't think you guys treat me like a family member."

"You are guarding against me, afraid that I will break the rules and kill people, and treat me like a criminal. Dick even wants to lock me up in Arkham."

Bruce leaned back in his chair and exhaled, "Is that so..."

Jason didn't look up, but still looked down at Ashe's side face, "But even so, I still think you are the best father in the world."

Bruce didn't speak, but just stretched out his arm and wrapped it around the shoulder of the most rebellious and sensitive adopted son.

Just like they've done countless times before.

He suddenly didn't feel any difficulty in telling the truth, and he just looked at the door, recalling the nights after Jason's death and waking up from nightmares.

"You know, I actually regretted taking you back from Crime Alley."

Jason turned to look at him, but Bruce was still talking.

"I think, if it wasn't for me, even if you didn't have a good life, you wouldn't have died at the hands of a clown at the age of 13."

He closed his eyes, and said something that he would never say in his life, "I really wanted to kill him. If I hadn't been stopped, I might have succeeded."

Jason said softly, "But you didn't."

Bruce smiled wryly, "Yeah, I still haven't crossed that line."

He turned his head and looked at Jason seriously, "Jason, killing people is much easier than saving them. I don't kill him because I know that once I start, I can't stop. I don't alwaysRight, and who can stop me if I make a mistake?"

Jason listened quietly to these words he would not have known, with a complicated expression on his face.

Bruce sighed and patted his shoulder.

"But you are different."

A child will always grow up and become something his parents don't know, and all he can do is pave the way for him.

"I submitted a proposal to restart Outlaws above."

Bruce said softly.

Jason grabbed Ashe's hand, the cold hand was still cold no matter how warm it was.

"What are the conditions?"

Both of them are criminals, he almost bombed Gotham, and she is the one who messed up Gotham.

Bruce handed Jason a brown paper bag, "See for yourself."

Jason withdrew his hand, unwrapped the thread behind the paper bag, and took out a few pieces of paper with photos on them.

"this is"

A stamped certification form with Ashe and his name on it, and below it is a certificate of permission to shoot.

"1. Do not shoot innocent civilians, except civilians who are on the same side as the perpetrator.

..."

Jason raised his head, eyes full of shock, "You..."

He didn't expect the old man to give this thing to him.

Bruce was a little uncomfortable with his gaze, and awkwardly rubbed his wrist, which was a little uncomfortable just now.

"Why do you think that a person who breaks into houses and enforces the law almost every day is a stubborn person?"

Jason silently stuffed the paper back into the paper bag, "Thank you."

He hesitated for a moment, but said, "Father."

Bruce reached out and ruffled his hair, and said with a smile: "I said that there is no need to say thank you between family members. But don't be too happy too early. Although the application has been submitted, it doesn't mean that your business is over.It's over."

Jason looked up at him, "Is there anything else to follow?"

Bruce said: "The above means that because of the danger of Ashe Black, they sent a supervisor over and must take care of her."

Jason frowned subconsciously, "What threat does she have, she can't even break my hand."

Bruce: ...Are you sure we're talking about the same person?

He suddenly discovered that his son had no idea how threatening his fiancée was.

That is a guy who killed multiple super villains in just two months, established the largest executive organization in Gotham, created the biggest public opinion since this century, and turned Gotham upside down by himself.what!

Bruce looked at his son, even wanting to check if there was something wrong with his head.

"Are you serious?"

Jason tried hard to think back, "Otherwise? At most she is a little smarter, and she will never be able to defeat a villain with stronger actual combat ability."

In Jason's perception, even if Ashe messed up the entire Gotham, she was still the little fluffy ball who would hug him and rub around.

No, she doesn't take her own safety seriously anymore, and he will definitely not forgive her so easily this time.

Bruce stares at him for a moment, realizing that he does.

All right, this is being limped by that fierce beast.

He sighed silently in his heart.

The phone in his clothes rang, and Bruce knew it was time to leave.

He stood up and patted Jason's shoulder with his hand, "I understand, anyway, you must be careful."

Bruce's eyes turned slightly towards Ashe who was still sleeping, "And, you must take care of Ashe Black."

This time she really entered the eyes of the world, and people discovered that there is such a powerful wise man in the world.

Originally, she still had the shortcoming of insufficient force, but now with the help of Lazarus Pool, she should have no shortcoming at all.

While Batman was thinking about the countermeasures in his mind, he found that each one must be succeeded with Jason's help, which made him show a toothache expression.

Just as he was about to walk outside the door, he suddenly stood upright.

Jason looked at his back and asked in confusion, "Why, don't you have something to leave in a hurry?"

Batman turned his back to him, but he could vaguely see his somewhat red ears covered by his hair.

He turned around, and the sunlight splashed on his side face from the window outside the corridor.

Batman hesitated, opened his lips slightly, and finally clenched his fists, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and said word by word:

"You are not my fault, Jason. You will always be my pride"

Jason looked at his old father who finished speaking with relief, and suddenly laughed.

He waved at Batman, "You are also my favorite father, Bruce, I have never regretted being your son."

You see, are some awkward words not so difficult to say?

Jason looked at the back of Bruce leaving, lowered his head, and his smile gradually disappeared.

He raised Ashe's icy hand and gently pressed it against his side face, "Wake up quickly."

Too much sleep too, little fluffy ball.

When she woke up, the beating was inevitable.

Reid looked at the man in front of him pinching his chin and looking at him, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

Ye Yi bumped Red Robin, who was standing aside and reading the information, with his shoulder, "What do you think of him?"

Red Robin, who was about to refill his coffee for a while, raised his head and looked at Ye Yi in a daze.

"How about what? You say him?"

Reid cleared his throat and pulled out his resume from his briefcase, "I'm Spencer Reid, the person in charge of the fbi's bau team, with a doctorate in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, ohYes, there are also master's degrees in sociology, psychology, etc..."

Ye Yi (graduated from the police academy but also has a lot of degrees): "Well, it's amazing!"

Red Robin (the world's second detective, the person most likely to take over Batman's mantle): "Yeah, you must be able to succeed."

The two looked at each other, seeing suspicion in each other's eyes.

Can this guy who looks like a little sheep with a silly smile really be able to deal with those two guys???

Reid put away his resume reservedly, "Thank you."

Ye Yi asked, "How did the higher-ups send you here?"

Reid hesitated for a moment, and felt that there was nothing he couldn't say about this, not to mention that the opposite was a superhero with guaranteed personal character.

Although he is actually a fan of The Flash, it does not prevent him from being full of affection for these kind and brave superheroes.

Reid said: "The above means that Ash Black is a very dangerous thought prisoner, but if her wisdom can be used reasonably, she will also be a powerful force. So I was sent to supervise the extrajudicialthe actions of the

Red Robin patted Reid on the shoulder with a serious face, "Promise me, you must say these words to them both."

Hahahahaha, Jason's filter is almost 10,000 meters thick, and the dangerous adjudicator can be regarded as a harmless fluffy ball by him. Let him see how a real normal person sees it.!

Ye Yi squeezed away the serious Red Robin who was laughing wildly in his heart, and said seriously, "Are you still single?"

Reid didn't understand how the conversation slid down to whether he was single or not.

He scratched his face, a little shy, "I'm still single...is there any problem?"

Ye Yi shook his head and pushed him forward, "No problem, you can go in."

It's just that they might be blinded by the dog food of those two double-standard monsters, it's not a big problem.

Although Reid had an intuition that something was wrong, he couldn't tell what was wrong. He scratched his curly hair and walked into the elevator.

Red Robin finally couldn't help his own laughter when he saw the elevator door close.

"Hahahahaha! How did the higher-ups think of letting such a simple person like him come into contact with those two people! Aren't they afraid that the pure little sheep will be dyed the color of ink?"

Ye Yi: Tibao, you are OOC.

This is not to blame for Red Robin, who worked non-stop for four days without sleep, and everyone was going crazy.

Ye Yi said thoughtfully: "It's possible that they will get along well, after all, Jason and Ashe are good people at heart."

Just as Red Robin was about to say something, he was kicked straight in the waist by Robin who jumped over suddenly.

Robin didn't look at the red Robin who was lying on the ground, "Yeyi, B told you to come over."

After speaking, he turned sideways to avoid the flying kick from Red Robin who just got up from the ground.

Ye Yi pretended not to see the brothers and sisters who were his brothers and sisters, and slipped away muttering, "Why are you looking for me at this time."

ignore those two sentences

"Demon bastard, take your life!" "tt"

Reid knocked lightly on the door and two simultaneous "Come in"

He turned the doorknob, and just about to say excuse me, he saw the two of them, one sitting on the hospital bed silently nibbling an apple, and the other sitting on a chair 800 meters away from the hospital bed, looking at him coldly.

Spencer Reed, with an IQ of 187, instantly understood. No wonder Yeyi asked him if he was single just now, because he was worried that he wouldn't be able to fit into this big single family!

Don't worry, he, Spencer Reid, has been single since birth!

With a smile on his face, Reid sat at the midpoint of the straight-line distance between the two, which was enough to show that he did not favor anyone.

Jason raised his eyebrows, is this person the supervisor?

Ashe looked at Reid, biting the apple crunchily.

Reid took a deep breath and took out his resume from his briefcase, "I'm Spencer Reid, I'm the person in charge of the fbi's bau team, and I have a doctorate in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering...."

Jason listened to him read his resume, and then fell silent like a record player stuck.

Jason:? Why didn't you talk?

Ashe on the side had already seen through the unspeakable words of social fear, so she put down the gnawed apple with only one core left, and said gently: "I am Ashe Black, I believe you know me too, and the extra ones will be ignored."introduced."

Reid nodded gratefully to her, then turned his expectant gaze to Jason.

Jason: Got it, he was just waiting for us to introduce ourselves.

He broke his somewhat stiff neck with his hand, "Jason Todd, codenamed Red Hood, you should have done a background check before you came, I won't say anything redundant."

Reid hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You guys are not the same as what I investigated..."

Jason put down his crossed legs, propped his chin with his hands, and said with interest, "What's the difference?"

He was actually quite curious about what they thought of him.

Reid felt a little suffocated, after all, it was the first time he was asked to speak ill in front of them.

"They say you're a violent guy who nearly bombed Gotham with dynamite...but I think you're kind."

Jason Gotham world boss Red Hood Todd: "Well, I'm very friendly with newcomers."

Reid turned to look at Ashe, "I know you're the girl who appeared on the stream, although I don't know how you seem to be recovering from a vital injury. Internal sources say you are a dangerous thought prisoner, fooled everyone with a catastrophic scam."

Ashe Dangerous Thought Prisoner Black: "Actually, I'm also very friendly. I'm not as exaggerated as they say."

Reid is good at psychology, especially using profiling skills to observe others.

Surprisingly, the two people in front of me were invisible.

Although Reid felt a little strange, he felt that this might be the secret of his new teammates, so he was unwilling to ask.

Social fear people are most afraid that the atmosphere will suddenly condense, so they quickly found a topic, "It's my first time in Gotham, and I don't know much about it, but the scope of action of the outlaws is global, so it doesn't affect anything."

"By the way, did you know each other before?"

"do not know."

"know."

The categorical no recognition came from the stinky Jason, and the second recognition came from Ashe.

The latter glanced at the former, only to find that the other turned his face away from her.

Ashe blinked her eyes that had turned brown again after being neutralized by the Dionysus factor, and said slowly: "I was wrong, we actually didn't know each other."

She smiled apologetically at Reid.

Jason: md, even more angry!

Reid, who was caught between the two, blinked his eyes twice in confusion.

Is this knowing or not knowing?

From the profile of their behavior and language, it should be known, but the parties have denied it...

They are all adults, so they shouldn't be so naive, it should be that they really don't know each other.

Alas, sometimes you can't rely too much on profiling.

Reid settled on the answer in his mind.

He took out the documents that had been handed over to him from his briefcase, and handed them to Ashe, who was empty-handed.

When Ashe opened the package with his head down, he introduced the first mission after the establishment of the Outlaws.

"We're going to rescue [Quick Hand] Roy Harper who's in jail."

Hearing a familiar name all of a sudden, Jason raised his eyebrows, stood up and took the task introduction sheet that Ashe had just opened.

Seeing that familiar silly face, he repeated strangely: "Roy Harper..."

How did this guy put himself in jail after leaving Arrow?

Reid was horrified to see Ashe clenched her fists and then loosened them, as if seeing his expression, she turned her head and smiled at Reid.

Reid: They...really don't know each other?

He was a little worried about his future life.