Almost all warriors with combat experience would be particularly alert to danger, especially those who lived in danger all year round.
Even in a deep sleep, Red Robin did not completely let down his guard. In fact, he was a light sleeper, and the slightest movement could wake him up. If Rania was a little closer, he would have woken up already.
However, probably because she did not know him very well, Rania did not go near the sofa he was on. Instead, she fell into another sofa, at least a few meters away from Tim.
As a little girl, she was a little too territorial. Previously, when Dick and she sat on the same sofa, she moved at least half a meter away, as if Nightwing had a vacuum belt around him. If the sofa was not long enough, Tim suspected that she would have moved out of the sofa.
If it was judged by ordinary people, this behavior would probably be interpreted as solitary and arrogant. If it was an adult, they would be more tolerant of this kind of alienation, but if it was someone of the same age, they would probably not have a good impression of Rania.
More paradoxically, this sense of distance meant that it was not easy to get close to her. But as far as Tim was concerned, Rania was not difficult to get close to. She did not refuse the hands of others, and even took the initiative to approach others. For example, when she called "Bruce", she was like a little puppy that took the initiative to show its soft belly, fluffy and warm. It had never been hurt by thorns and traps, so it could be completely fearless and unreserved.
But according to the results of their investigation, this Lesser Shrike should not have been raised to this kind of character. School bullying alone was enough to make a sensitive child full of defense against the outside world, not to mention Rania had serious vision problems. This kind of special symptoms that made people suspect whether it was related to supernatural forces could be said to be unique, and it was almost impossible for her to find resonance in the crowd.
He propped himself up, walked to Rania, and gently patted her on the shoulder.
After about ten seconds, Rania slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were hazy, and she covered her mouth and yawned. Her eyes drifted for a moment, and then found focus in the position of his face.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, and the little girl's eyes gradually became clear, and she blinked.
`I have chosen my dress, 'she said.
Rania wasn't slow to come to her senses, but unless the mercenary raised her in a greenhouse, she shouldn't be so unwary.
"I know." Tim shrugged. "Is there anywhere you want to see?"
An afternoon of sleep was enough for Rania to regain her intelligence. She recalled her behavior today and was speechless.
… Actually, he didn't do anything wrong. It was just that when he looked at it all, it seemed a little stupid.
"I …" Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly stopped.
They had already wasted an entire day. According to Rania, she felt that she had troubled Tim a little too much. She didn't know if he had any other plans in the afternoon, but now all of them had gone down the drain.
However, she did have a place she wanted to see, and the timing was just right.
Rania felt very awake, but in Tim's eyes, the little girl was sitting on the sofa and looking up at him. Because she had just woken up, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were slightly red, and her braids were a little messy. The lights in the shop were specially dimmed, and her pupils were also darkened, showing a deep dark blue, like the rippling sea under the night sky.
He heard the little girl hesitate for a moment, and then she asked seriously, "Thank you. Do you know where I can overlook the city? "
Although most of the buildings were built centuries ago, Gotham didn't lack skyscrapers. As a city where classical and modern coexisted, its beauty was a combination of gothic mystery and conceptual fantasy. If you wanted to overlook the city, you only needed to climb to the top of any skyscraper.
However, from a safety point of view, there was only one place that was suitable for Rania to visit.
It was Bruce's idea to take Rania to familiarize herself with Gotham, so Tim didn't care where he took Rania. His task was only to ensure Rania's safety. However, he didn't think that this idea was possible. Everyone in the United States knew what a terrible place Gotham was. Very few people would think of it as a scarred beauty, and naturally, they wouldn't be interested in visiting.
Even when Bruce Wayne personally filmed the Turkish Airlines commercial to promote Gotham, he didn't see an increase in the number of passengers during the tourist season.
On the other hand, after Lex Luthor appeared in the tourism commercial, there was suddenly a large number of tourists who went to the metropolis because of the CEO's (and Superman's) good looks …
If Weyne was really like the rumored Babe Brussy, the gossip magazine would probably be occupied by his irrational remarks.
Dispelling the strange thoughts in his mind, Tim shook his head and pushed open the door in front of him. He turned around and said to the girl behind him, "This is the place. Come in."
Along the way from the clothing store, Rania had been quiet. She didn't ask or hesitate. She obediently followed Tim, stopping and getting in and out of the car, passing through the revolving door to take the elevator. She skipped and followed the man in the red shirt through the long space of nothingness and finally arrived at their destination.
"Where is this place?" she asked.
"Top floor of Weyne Tower, my office." Tim had one hand in his pocket.
It seemed that all CEO offices had this layout. The wall facing the door was made of glass, and there was only a long table with its back facing the city outside the window. The setting sun shone on the table like a golden red river of light.
There were many places that could overlook the city, but this was the only place that was considered safe. In addition, Rania could only see red, so the possibility of seeing something she shouldn't have been ruled out. Therefore, Tim didn't feel too much pressure bringing her here.
He turned around to look out the window and clearly heard the girl's breath catch behind him.
Rania stared out the window. Leaning on her walking stick, she slowly walked around the desk and walked to the window.
Her steps were steady, not as cautious as when she followed him step by step. It was as if she could see —
Tim's thoughts paused.
He looked at Rania's back and watched as her silhouette was coated with a layer of molten gold by the setting sun. He suddenly realized something.
She could indeed see.
In Japanese legends, demons always flourished when the day and night alternated. This was the time of dusk, also known as the Demon Encounter.
The city was red at sunset, and at this moment, Rania could see the world with her own eyes, just like any normal person.
Tim looked at the girl in front of the window. Rania leaned against the glass and pressed her face against it without a care for her image. The bridge of her nose was squeezed by the glass, making it look funny. However, she didn't notice it at all. She just focused on looking out the window at the city shrouded in the afterglow.
The setting sun sank little by little in her eyes. She silently gazed at the city under the setting sun. Her eyes were so bright, like a little match girl leaning against the glass window at Christmas looking at a candy store, or Holly Golette wandering outside a Tiffany jewelry store. Her eyes were clear and filled with desire and yearning.
Until the last light of the setting sun disappeared, Rania didn't speak or show any expression. Just when Tim thought she was going to stand there forever, she finally spoke.
"Gotham is beautiful." She sighed softly.
When she was still running around the world, Rania loved the sunrise and sunset because it was the only time of day when she could see the world clearly. Every time she arrived at a city, she would run to the highest point of the city and measure the land under her feet inch by inch with her own eyes, letting the golden red light illuminate her eyes little by little.
And just as she thought, whether she existed or not, the world was always so beautiful.
…
The Lamborghini slowly stopped in front of the door.
Alfred stood at the door of the manor and looked at the sports car parked in front of him. The windows were dim, and he couldn't see what was inside the car.
Although it was later than expected, Young Master Tim and Miss Rania still came back before dinner. It seemed that nothing had happened, which made the old housekeeper feel a lot more at ease.
He went forward to open the door, but the scene in front of him surprised him.
Probably the aftereffect of last night's all-nighter, the two birds fell asleep on the way home. There wasn't much space in the car, so the two of them somehow leaned against each other. Tim still maintained his sitting posture, but he was sleeping soundly with his mouth open. His saliva was almost flowing out. His neatly combed hair before going out had become a mess, and he had no image to speak of. Rania, on the other hand, was even more unrestrained. She simply fell straight down. The little girl fell into a small ball on Tim's lap and curled up uncomfortably. A strand of curly hair hung in front of her forehead, moving up and down with her breathing, sometimes flying up, and sometimes falling down.
As soon as the door opened, Tim, who heard the movement, suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp eyes relaxed when he met Alfred's.
"I fell asleep again?" He yawned somewhat helplessly.
The sleep in the afternoon was enough for Tim to recover his spirit. According to his plan, he wouldn't need to sleep until tomorrow, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.
It seemed that this Lesser Shrike really couldn't stay up all night. As soon as they got in the car, Rania began to feel sleepy again. Her head nodded, and finally, her body tilted, and she directly fell asleep. Tim was speechless and could only let her sleep.
There was no doubt that sleepiness was contagious. After a few minutes, he also began to feel sleepy … When he opened his eyes, they had already returned to the Weyne Manor.
"I've always advised Master Bruce not to add 'make yourself not need sleep' into the training course," said Alfred. "Unfortunately, you are all very enthusiastic about this course and try to promote it."
In the face of the housekeeper's mild teasing, Tim was speechless. He could only smile awkwardly, lower his head, and push the little girl on his lap.
Unfortunately, this time Rania wasn't as understanding as she was in the clothing store.
Rania was a little angry when she woke up, but not angry. She didn't have a target to vent her anger on, and the person who woke her up was none other than herself. It was unreasonable and inexplicable for her to get angry at Mister — it was the kind of whining and whining.
This was mainly because of Mister's spoiling. Anyway, as long as Mister was awake, Rania didn't need to wake up. She could just let Mister pick her up and wash her face and get dressed. She could close her eyes all the way until Mister pushed her out of the door. If it weren't for her conscience and the fact that Mister still had to work to make money, Rania would definitely let the body of Black Mist become hers to go to school, and the body of flesh and blood would continue to curl up in bed and sleep.
How could anyone leave the bed on a winter morning?
"Don't call me …" Rania struggled. "Just do your job …"
There was basically no rationality in her sleep. Rania only thought it was Mister. She resisted stubbornly and wondered why she couldn't feel her other half.
People who didn't want to get up behaved the same way. The little girl mumbled and didn't want to get up no matter what. Not only did she moan, but she also rolled around and buried her face in the soft "pillow".
Tim: "…"
Why are you sleeping again at this time?
Thinking of the painful experience last night, Red Robin couldn't help but curse.
He stared at Rania for a long time, and finally looked up at Alfred. Thinking that he couldn't let the old housekeeper take over, he could only rub his eyebrows. "Forget it, I'll do it."
"Thank you for taking care of my old bones," said Alfred.
Tim just wanted to sigh and bend over to pick up the sleeping Rania.
He carried Rania out of the car and carried her all the way to her room. He put her on the bed, rubbed the back of his neck, and staggered out of the room.
Alfred carefully covered the sleeping little girl with the quilt, walked to the window, and untied the curtain.
The curtain fell, blocking the night outside the window.
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