It was said that the history and content of a family could be seen from the size of the library, but Rania didn't care about that. She only knew that from now on, she was going to fall in love with this place.
Miss Lanius had always been a loyal supporter of libraries. As long as she was thrown into a library, she could happily stay there for an afternoon. The library in Weyne Manor was filled with books. Rania felt like a bird that had fallen into a bird's food bowl. Her heart was filled with happiness, and she immediately dedicated all her sleep time to roaming in the sea of books.
It wasn't until the morning light shone that she realized that she had stayed in the library for too long. She quickly picked up the unfinished book and ran back to her bedroom. She lay on the bed and happily continued to flip through the book in the morning light. She had no idea that a young man under the manor was breaking down because of her.
It wasn't until Alfred knocked on the door to remind her that it was time to get up that the little girl suddenly woke up. She shouted, "Thank you," put down the book and ran to wash up.
Downstairs.
"Looks like you've finally realized that you don't have enough energy to finish your night shift, Drake." Damien stared at Tim's face thoughtfully.
"You look like you've drowned your old self in a bucket," he pointed out.
Across from him, Red Robin sat at the dining table, holding the side of his face, his fingers absent-mindedly swiping on the tablet, like a real CEO drinking coffee and watching the morning news. But the dark circles under his eyes revealed the fact that he was seriously sleep-deprived, and his eyes occasionally wandered in the air.
Damien suspected that he was stuck, and that the one sitting there was just a Drake robot. As long as he was given an order, he would obediently follow it.
"I bet you rode a motorcycle yesterday." Tim didn't even bat an eyelid. "I drown my old self every day, like a fatal magic trick."
Tim was sleepy. Tim was innocent. Tim didn't know why such a little devil would come to disturb his sleep.
And what did Red Robin do? He was just a poor bird that was caught to work for Batman.
"I modified it myself," said Damien.
"I also bet you fought with Joe."
"Shut up."
By the time Alfred walked over, the two of them had already ended a round of hostility and started to eat.
"Miss Rania said she'll come down later," Alfred said.
This news made the two birds look at each other, and then because of this moment of looking at each other, they looked away in disgust.
Four o 'clock was the time for Robin's morning exercise. When Damien left the room, Rania happened to be reading a book. Not long after she slipped back to the room, Robin also finished his morning exercise and returned to the room. Due to the time difference, the two of them had not seen each other until now.
Damien calculated the time. If the girl did not come down for breakfast, he could probably maintain this time difference. This way, he could guarantee that they would not have a chance to meet for a long time.
The good news was that his father didn't forbid it.
This decision was announced before the night patrol last night. Before Batman was about to start the Batmobile with Robin, Red Robin asked politely.
"I think I will meet her at the table tomorrow," he asked. "Do I need to be nice to my sister, Bruce?"
He looked at Batman's back and paused for a moment.
"Just do what you want." His voice was still low and hoarse. "There is only one requirement. No matter what you think of her, you can't hide your true attitude."
"So you don't like her that much." Damien raised his eyebrows.
"… I understand." Tim had already understood what Bruce meant. He sighed. "Because she can't see, right?"
Unlike ordinary people, Rania could not see their expressions. If they pretended to be friendly and gentle to her, she would only believe it and live in a gentle lie.
But Batman didn't want to do that.
He didn't expect his sons to like this sister. If they didn't like her, they could show it. The only bottom line was not to lie to her, even if the truth wasn't gentle.
So even if Tim's task today was to take Rania around, he didn't need to pretend to be a great brother. He just needed to be himself … This sounded a little happy for them.
Not long after, Tim and Damien both heard light footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.
Tim took a sip of coffee and looked up at the little girl who walked through the door.
He had seen Rania through the screen several times and had some preconceived impressions of her. It wasn't too bad, but not too good either. It probably meant that he wanted to observe her.
But these impressions were all overturned after he stared at her for a few hours last night. Now, Red Robin's impression of this Lesser Shrike was that she was very quiet when she read, and the manor's library should be enough for her to stay quiet for a year and a half … Also, he was very sleepy.
Then Tim realized that there might be another person in the house who was too sleepy to open her eyes.
Rania had already changed out of her nightgown from last night. She was wearing a white shirt, a red trench coat, and a pair of jeans. She looked like she was ready to go out at any time. She had braided her hair today. The braids were loosely braided from her temples to the back of her head, fluffy and soft like a sea of velvet.
But she was obviously not in the condition to go out.
She leaned on her walking stick and stood by the door, her fingers gripping the doorknob. Her pair of blue eyes stared fixedly at the porcelain cup on the table for a long time before returning to the doorknob in a daze. It was unknown what she was looking at. Curly Hair, who had been arrogant and unruly yesterday, was now hanging listlessly on her forehead, making her look like she was in a daze.
Tim: "…"
Red Robin felt that his eyes were about to light up.
"You look like you didn't sleep well," he said with a smile.
When she heard the gentle and gentle voice of the young man, Rania's muddled brain still couldn't react. Her eyes were still glued to the doorknob, trying hard to think if she could hang herself on the doorknob and let Mister eat, or let him feed her …
Three years was enough for her to adjust her routine. Rania couldn't remember when was the last time she pulled an all-nighter. Her body wasn't very suitable for all-nighters, and anyone who pulled an all-nighter knew that even if you weren't sleepy and full of energy after an all-nighter, you would definitely fall asleep on any surface after a few hours …
Rania hadn't reached the point where she would collapse at any time, but she would soon. When she was brushing her teeth, she closed her eyes for a while, but she didn't expect to feel sleepy at this moment. The more she brushed, the more sleepy she got, and the more sleepy she became, the more she couldn't stand. If it wasn't for the mirror, she would have fallen headfirst into the sink.
Even now, it took the little girl a few seconds to realize that someone was talking. She tilted her head and looked at the long table.
A red shirt was sitting at the long table, drinking coffee.
"…"
Rania thought seriously for a while and suddenly realized that this should be her father's second adopted son, Tim Drake, not Santa Claus.
Rania didn't have much of an impression of Drake. She only remembered that he was a little older than her, very handsome, with black hair and blue eyes, and liked to wear red shirts. This made Rania have a good impression of him, and he was also the one in the Weyne family that she was most confident in.
She nodded very hard. "Hello."
"You can sit here, Miss Rania." Alfred pulled out a chair and said.
Rania continued to thank the housekeeper seriously, and her eyes wandered around the dining room.
Then, Tim watched her gaze pass over Damien and fall on her own seat, and she moved over with heavy steps.
Damien: "…"
Although he didn't intend to pay attention to the other party, it didn't mean that he could tolerate being ignored.
Seeing that Damien frowned and was about to get up and leave, Tim quickly grabbed a glass of milk and pushed it in front of him. "Remember to drink your milk before you leave, Damien."
The sound of the glass on the table finally attracted Rania's attention, and the name that Tim mentioned also made her understand who the other person sitting here was.
The little girl's mind was really not clear. If she was in a normal state, she would never have come in without checking how many people were in the room. Even now, she didn't realize that she had almost exposed her abnormality, and she was acting particularly cold and rude. If it weren't for the fact that Tim knew that she couldn't see, her attitude just now could almost be interpreted as a provocation.
So, she just put the base of her palm against her forehead, closed her eyes, and reluctantly opened them. She softly apologized, "Sorry, good morning."
Because she was sleepy, the words were almost a string of kitten grunts in her throat.
Damien frowned. "Alright, Drake, I know I shouldn't have expected anything from this kid."
According to the information, he had just entered the age of a teenager, but this old man's words did not seem out of place when they came out of the mouth of this thirteen-year-old boy.
He picked up an apple, tossed it in the air, and got up with the apple. "I'm leaving." He didn't say what he was going to do.
After Trouble One left, Tim exhaled and turned to look at Trouble Two.
On the bright side, he comforted himself that at least Lanius and Dick were much more obedient than Damien.
Then, Tim saw Trouble Two staring at the fried egg on the plate with a serious expression like Batman.
Perhaps it was because blood was really enough to overcome everything. Rania was now staring at the plate and frowning exactly like Bruce. The low pressure was the same, the stern eyes were the same, and the frown because of the headache was the same. She even looked a little more like his father than Damien.
Because she couldn't see, Rania's movements were particularly cautious. She raised the fork with a solemn attitude toward kryptonite and poked the plate. A small hole was made in the half-cooked fried egg, and the viscous, warm egg liquid spilled out.
The tip of the fork was stained with the egg liquid. Rania cautiously licked the fork and recognized what it was. Her tense eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and her contours softened a lot. She exuded a kind of softness that made people melt, like a fluffy and warm Tianzhu cotton pillow.
She even put on a happy smile that went straight to the heart.
After a few months, Rania finally had fried eggs for breakfast. They were provided directly from an organic farm, perfectly cooked, and emitted the hot aroma of pepper and rosemary.
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