If she was just an ordinary naive girl, after arriving in a strange environment, it was inevitable that she would be nervous and helpless. Dick thought so.
Not to mention that Rania had a serious vision problem.
After her friend explained Rania's vision problem, Dick also tried to put himself in Rania's point of view, imagining how strange and magical the world was in her eyes. He tried to strip away things other than the red in his vision in different scenes, trying to guess Rania's thoughts. In the end, he had to admit that it was definitely not a good experience.
— — At least for them, the most common red substance was blood.
Dick guessed that Bruce had also put himself in such a situation. Not for anything else, but just to figure out Rania's mentality, it was not something Batman could not do, even if this little girl was not an enemy, but his daughter who was related to him by blood. For Batman, it was always good to be prepared in advance.
But after putting himself in such a situation, Nightwing increasingly felt that Rania … was not at all what he imagined.
Perhaps it was out of pride, from the beginning to the end, Rania did not mention her vision problem to him, as if she was no different from any other ordinary person. And indeed, she did very well. If it was not by chance, Dick would not even have discovered that she had such a strange vision problem.
But since she did not mention it, they naturally pretended not to know, taking care of her psychological feelings.
… But now.
Dick almost sighed.
This was really not a good start.
In the living room, Rania and Bruce each held a cup of tea and looked at each other without saying a word. Before this, they had exchanged greetings, and after that, they began to drink tea, more polite and distant than strangers, which made Dick feel awkward.
Bruce also knew why. Putting aside his playboy disguise, he was basically like this at home, and this was even friendly enough — — at least, Dick had not heard Bruce say "thank you" more than a few times.
It could only be said that he had strictly followed his own principles and had no intention of pretending so far.
As for Rania, Dick could not understand her. He could only see that the little girl kept glancing at Bruce's leg from time to time. Her fingertips gently tapped on the porcelain cup, and there was an inexplicable hesitation and regret on her face. When she heard Bruce's low and hoarse voice, she even showed a strange expression of love.
"Bruce isn't very good at expressing his feelings." Dick decided to change the subject. "I hope you won't be disappointed. In fact, he was gentle enough today. I think I'm going to use up my share of surprises this year."
"I'm sure you'll have some leftover," Alfred teased.
Dick shrugged helplessly and smiled. "Yeah, I have to save it for things like having a younger sister."
He introduced to Rania, "This is Alfred. Thank you for using his skills to support all of us. Thank you, Alfred."
Alfred said, "It's also my duty. Miss Rania, your room is ready. Would you like to take a look around and see if there are any deficiencies? "
Rania was not picky about the room. To be honest, she had lived in all kinds of rooms.
She nodded. "Thank you … sir?"
"If you are willing to call me Alfred, it would be my honor," the old butler said gently.
"Thank you, Alfred," Rania said. "And thank you, Bruce."
The way she addressed him surprised Dick for a moment. It was not because it was distant enough, but because it was intimate enough. Well, although in theory, Rania should call him "Dad", but … at least she didn't call him "Mr. Weyne."
"… Have a good rest," Bruce said.
"You too." The little girl's voice was soft, and there was a hint of sincere worry in her tone. "You are still very weak and need to rest in bed. Can I see you later?"
Bruce said, "… Yes."
Batman thought painfully. At this point, if he didn't go to bed, where else could he go?
After saying this, Rania stood up, propped up her cane, and glanced down hesitantly. She paused for a moment before putting down her cane, feeling uneasy.
At this moment, a hand fell on her shoulder.
"Be careful."
Dick carried Rania's backpack with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. He didn't know how Rania disguised herself as an ordinary person, but in an unfamiliar environment, she did seem a little hesitant.
Dick didn't intend to expose Rania's secret. The little girl's injury gave him an excuse. When her leg was almost healed, she should be familiar enough with this house to continue her disguise.
After finding out about Rania's vision problem, Bruce did try to find a solution, but now it seemed that he had to at least wait until Rania was willing to tell them this secret.
His tone was natural enough, and Rania didn't think much of it. She just thought that Dick was taking care of her leg. After a slight surprise, she nodded.
"Thank you," she said softly.
She looks very obedient. Dick thought.
Before this thought completely flashed through his mind, he saw the little girl maintain her gaze, quickly make a little heart gesture at him, and then retract her hand as if nothing had happened.
Her movement was really fast, so fast that Dick suspected that Bruce might not have seen it.
He paused, reached out and rubbed Rania's soft hair, and unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth.
Is she suitable for them? Dick didn't know.
But at this moment, he was very clear that he wanted a little girl like this to be innocent, sweet, and carefree, not just because she was good enough to be loved.
…
There was nothing to see in the room. Rania couldn't see anything now, and she was not in a hurry to familiarize herself. She could let Mister slowly explore at night.
That was what she thought at first.
— So, of course, when she entered the door, she was surprised.
The furniture in the room was typical of the Regency period. She could see the sporadic wood inlay decoration on the furniture. The walls were painted with orange-red borders, and the patterns of varnish could also be seen on the furniture frames. The curtains were light red, and the patterns were exquisite and complicated. There seemed to be tassels. Of course, these were the parts that Rania couldn't see.
Rania didn't know what the room should look like under normal vision, but thinking about it, it should be very nice. And, almost coincidentally, she could recognize most of the furniture from the red parts.
She thought about it and confirmed the location of the bathroom. Then, she tidied up her things, took out her travel suit, and put it in the sink. After she was done, she rubbed her palms together, ready to visit her bedridden old father.
Unfortunately, she was not very lucky this time. When she found Alfred, the old butler said that the young master was already asleep.
It seemed that her father was seriously injured. Rania thought.
She began to think about whether to let Mister be her bodyguard, but on second thought, there was only one Mister, and she had so many people to protect, and each of them was so weak …
At this time, the problem should be solved from the root, such as eliminating all the criminals in Gotham, and making the city safe … Rania thought deeply as she worked hard on her homework.
Just by looking at what she was thinking, it was simply the reverse version of the domineering CEO falling in love with me.
Because of the existence of Mister, it was very easy for Rania to multitask. At this moment, her mind was full of indescribable things that were not suitable for children. Her calculations were not bad, and even her handwriting was steady, unaffected by the bloody and violent scenes in her head.
After she finished her homework, Alfred knocked on the door, indicating that it was dinner time.
Rania knew that Weyne had three children, but she still did not see the other two until after dinner.
"Don't worry about it, Tim has been so busy that I can't even see him," Dick explained. "As for Damien …"
He thought for a moment. "He probably skipped tutoring to go play with Jonathan. You should see them tomorrow morning. "
Jonathan Kent, the son of their family friend, Superman. Rania did not need to know this for the time being, just like she did not need to know that her father was Batman.
The correct translation of these two sentences was: Red Robin is being squeezed in the Bat Cave, and Robin has gone to find Super Kid to investigate together.
Dick felt that his translation skills were very good, but the next second, he saw that the little girl's face was full of shock.
Dick: "…?"
Rania was shocked.
"He skipped class?" She said in a tone of disbelief. "Did he do his homework?"
Dick: "Actually …" Damien did not need it. He could already get a few doctorates at the age of seven.
He wanted to explain, but after saying this, Rania closed her mouth and did not give him a chance to explain. She just showed that she was not in a good mood.
Dick: "… What's wrong?"
The little girl inserted a piece of sausage and bit her fork worriedly. "Next week is the Spanish test. I haven't reviewed it yet … I have to do it quickly."
Dick: "… … … …"
How on earth did her brain circuitry turn to this?
Nightwing was puzzled.
…
Underground, in the Bat Cave.
Many people installed surveillance cameras at home, but probably only Weyne would install a comprehensive surveillance system.
Bruce entered the Bat Cave, walked to the computer screen, and focused on the screen.
"I have some clues about the information you want." Hearing footsteps, Tim said without looking up.
Maybe it was because there was a shortage of talents everywhere, especially technical talents, which directly led to Red Robin being busy all year round, hovering on the edge of sudden death and hair loss. Occasionally, he had to go home to help.
Right now, he had stayed up for a day and a night, barely sleeping for a few hours, relying on coffee to sustain his life. At the moment, there were two spectacular dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he could go to a Halloween costume party at any time.
In the afternoon, he saw Dick bring back a little girl, but he did not go to meet her. Since he had come back and would not disappear in a short time, there was no hurry to meet her.
Tim was very clear about his priorities, so he simply did not show up and continued to be a workaholic in the Bat Cave.
Obviously, Batman did not come down to discuss the secrets of the rich with him.
After Tim drank a cup of coffee, the conversation between the two came to an end.
Batman was looking at the newly discovered clues. Tim leaned back in his chair and exhaled, feeling as if he could hear the gears in his brain clattering as if they were on the verge of death.
Red Robin decided to think about something simple, such as the little girl.
"So, how do you feel?" he asked.
He saw the meeting in the living room from the surveillance, and he did not think much about it. He just felt that, as Dick said, it seemed easy to get along.
But for the Weyne family, easy to get along was far from enough.
"I thought you saw it," Batman said.
What did seeing mean? The people he saw every day were enough to fill up the entire Weyne manor.
But Bruce answered, which meant that he allowed this topic to continue, which meant that he intended to listen to Tim's thoughts.
And his thoughts —
"I really hope she can be vulgar." Tim sighed and said.
If it was an ordinary person, they would often have some beautiful fantasies about brothers and sisters that they had never met, but Tim had been trained to not have expectations for this kind of creature. He had no other requests for this Lesser Shrike. He only hoped that she was really just an "ordinary girl" who liked shiny things and could use jewelry and lipstick to please him. As long as he bought her things, she would be happy and quiet. Even if she was a little vain and extravagant, the Weyne family would always be able to afford her.
Just — don't be so individualistic.
Red Robin just wanted to sigh. Thanks to Batman, there were already a little too many individualistic characters in their family.
Batman did not answer. Instead, he brought up another matter.
"I asked Dick to go back to Broodhaven," he said. "Rania needs to buy some clothes since she has decided to stay."
"And she is not familiar with this city?" Tim guessed what he was going to say.
See, in the end, it was always him.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
