The manor was gradually left behind. Rania looked into the rearview mirror, but of course, she did not see anything.
In the emptiness, the only thing with color was Mister beside her. Even if she did not look, Rania would inevitably see it. However, she had seen it for so many years, and it was not fresh. Instead, she was more interested in the scenery outside the window.
She leaned against the window, pillowed her arms, and quietly watched the scenery outside the window.
Wayne Manor was located on the outskirts of Gotham City. It was surrounded by a forest that was as thick as the clouds. The scent of October was hidden in the wind that blew through the forest. Shades of red dyed the forest, and the road was covered in red leaves. As the sports car sped past, the leaves swirled and fluttered in the autumn sky.
Rania liked autumn very much, because in this season, the world in her eyes could be filled with color.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at Mister beside her.
Mystic's driving skills were excellent, and Rania had personally confirmed it — it was impossible for her not to be good, or else she would not have been able to bring her out of danger time and time again. Unlike the Black Mist, a human's body could bleed to death with a stray bullet grazing it. If she wanted to survive, she had to work hard to be a little better, and people were forced.
Black Mist did not need to see, and only needed to release fog to sense the environment, so it was not a problem even if it was a drag race. However, no place in this world would issue a driver's license to a little girl, so until now, Mister was an unlicensed driver.
This directly led to when Alfred stopped Mister to ask if she had a driver's license. Rania listened to the housekeeper's unhurried inquiry, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
… Not only did she not have a driver's license, but she also often drove until the car was broken.
Because she did not have the confidence, Rania's answer was hesitant, sounding more and more like an ignorant and incompetent street gangster. Because of her pride, she stubbornly refused to admit it. However, the housekeeper's tone was always gentle, without any discrimination. Only when she confirmed that Mister did not have a driver's license did she sigh.
"…" Rania was on tenterhooks.
She asked herself and felt that she and Mister … were really like the male and female protagonists of third-rate novels.
His childhood sweetheart, who he had grown up with, was discovered to be the lost pearl of a wealthy family. In just one night, an insurmountable gap had opened up between them. Even though he knew that he was incompatible with the family in front of him, he was unwilling to leave his beloved girl. He could only rely on his courage, clench his teeth and persevere …
Rania felt that the next step would be for Mister to be interviewed by her father. Faced with threats and pressure, he would have no choice but to accept the check in humiliation and leave Gotham in anger. After many years, he would become successful and return to the vanity fair as a domineering CEO.
But if the male and female protagonists were the same person from the beginning, then the story would become very strange …
Rania decided to stop thinking about it.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Soon, they arrived at Midtown High.
Watching Mister's figure gradually disappear, Rania slowly walked to the classroom with the help of her crutches, amidst the laughter of her peers. She began to think about her original intention that had been put aside for the whole weekend.
Rania's original intention was not complicated. She just felt that her weak family needed protection, and she had the ability, so she felt that it was necessary for her to protect them.
But as for how to do it, Rania still had no clue.
Aside from the occasional kidnappings, rumors said that Bruce Wayne's injuries were usually caused by extreme sports. Rania thought that she could not stop her father from developing his hobbies, so she could only say that she would follow him and save him if he was in danger.
But this was not only inefficient … Other than her father, her brothers were just ordinary people, and they also needed protection.
Black Mist could only reside in the host's body for a long period of time, and it could not be accommodated by others for a long period of time. Otherwise, Rania could have asked Mister to protect them. And unless the previous host died, Mister could not change to a new host, and it was also impossible for him to recognize her father as a host.
The little girl thought about it and felt that the previous action of cleaning up the crime wave in Gotham seemed more feasible …
Psychology showed that childhood experience and the environment that one grew up in would affect the way one thought. If Rania was an ordinary girl, even if she was worried about her family and wanted to stop the crime wave, her first thought would be to seek help from the judicial authorities. But from the beginning to the end, Rania had never considered this point.
She could only take it one step at a time.
Rania thought that at least she could follow her father from afar every day and beat up all the criminals on his way to make them behave and not appear in front of President Weyne's car.
After cleaning up the road from the manor to Weyne Tower, she could slowly clean up the other parts of the city.
The only problem now was how to accurately beat people up …
But Rania had already thought about this.
She closed her eyes, and the sound of the lecture gradually faded away. Her consciousness traversed through space and focused on her upper body in another city far away. With the help of the black fog's honey-gold pupils, she looked down at the city of nothingness below.
Mister stood on the head of the Gargoyle, silently looking at the city in front of him. His black trench coat was fluttering in the wind, and the bright red lining was faintly discernible, like a dancing flame.
Wisps of Black Mist dissipated from her body and floated to the city under her feet. The breath of darkness swept through the city and penetrated into every dark corner of this city of sin.
Hiding in the sewer, hiding in the garbage, hiding in the corner of the dark alley —
The surging tentacles of Black Mist hid in every corner of the city, silently peeping at every pair of hands that inflicted violence.
When Rania opened her eyes, no one knew that Gotham had now become a nest of evil creatures.
The day passed by quickly.
"Aren't you going to Gotham today?" When he saw his friend slowly packing her bag, Peter, who was about to rush to the Stark Tower, was stunned and asked curiously.
This was not the first time Rania released Black Mist to cover the city. For Black Mist, this behavior was equivalent to building a nest — through a long period of erosion, a certain piece of land would subtly become her home field. After that, whenever she fought in this city, she would have the home field advantage.
However, the side effect was that Mister would fall into a period of weakness. Rania estimated that it would take about another hour or so before she could drive to New York to pick her up.
She shook her head. "No, but I have to wait for someone."
Peter: "Uh …"
The Spider-man imagined that his friend was alone in the classroom doing homework, the sun was setting outside the window, and the night was rising … The more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.
"Do you want to come to my place for a while?" He suggested. "I'll go to the Stark Tower first. Uh … there's something there, you know, an internship. After that, we'll go back. By the way, I picked up an iPod a few days ago. I'm going to fix it today. Do you want to see it? "
Rania had always been interested in watching Peter repair gadgets. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "Yeah."
She knew that Peter had been interning at Stark Industries since a few months ago. She didn't know why he had lost an internship before, but he went back not long ago. Probably because he had lost it once, Peter now cherished this internship and disappeared after school every day.
The two of them left the school and headed for the Stark Tower with Peter leading the way.
"Oh, by the way," Peter said as he walked, "I found your glasses later, but they were completely broken, so …"
Although it was safer to walk hand in hand, Peter preferred to take the unusual path. It was common for him to climb over the railing every two steps, or to step on the water pipes to walk on the eaves. He jumped up and down, and there was no path he didn't take. Most people couldn't keep up.
Every time Rania heard Peter's voice going left and right, and sometimes jumping up high, she couldn't help but sigh that her little friend might be determined to become a new generation of assassins …
But she was more used to following voices. When Dick was around, she had a reason to let a guide dog lead the way. After he was taken away, however, if he was led away, Rania would always feel like a cat or dog being walked.
She sighed listlessly. "I know."
"Didn't you ask them to get you a new pair of glasses? Mr. Weyne is so rich. "Peter was curious." How are they? "
He jumped onto the roof again. This time, he took a detour and was a step slower than Rania.
Rania looked up and waited for him to jump down. When she heard the question, she tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Pretty good."
Rania did think it was pretty good. She didn't expect to be treated warmly. It would be strange if that was the case. If she had to describe it, she felt that it was a period of observation for them. Both sides were observing each other's performance to determine how they should get along in the future.
"I heard that this kind of family is hostile to the heir who suddenly appears out of nowhere," Peter said seriously. "They may only be nice to you on the surface."
Because of his social class, he only knew about this kind of rich family through hearsay. Most of it came from gossip magazines, but gossip magazines could only publish scandals that the public was most interested in, and most of them did not leave a good impression. Therefore, Little Spider had a preconceived prejudice against Wayne and was very worried about what had happened to his friend.
Then he looked at Rania and stopped. He thought for a moment, and for some reason, a sweet look appeared in his eyes.
"They are still young," she said gently.
Peter was speechless.
He didn't think they were young anymore.
As they chatted along the way, they soon arrived at the Stark Tower.
As an intern, Peter could enter the building, but Rania couldn't. She could only wait at the reception on the first floor. But she had nothing to do, and she happened to have a book about Weyne's manor in her bag. The little girl looked around at the empty white space and felt bored, so she sat at the table and lowered her head to read.
People were coming and going in the building, and the noise kept coming into Rania's ears. But she didn't seem to notice it and continued to read.
Just then, Rania caught a glimpse of red from the corner of her eyes.
The shape didn't look like clothes. Rania turned a page and thought casually.
A second later, she suddenly raised her head and looked around for the red she had just seen.
The shape didn't look like clothes … It looked like a head!
Rania couldn't see people, no matter if they were hot or red, as long as they were human, she couldn't see them. It seemed that her eyes had some kind of prejudice against living humans. But cosmetics were not invisible, so in theory, if a person painted their face red, she could see the other person's face.
But except for special circumstances, few people would do this, so Rania could only continue to be blind.
This was the first time she saw a living person who could move! The little girl was excited.
The red in the blank couldn't be more conspicuous. Soon, Rania saw the red person —
A red head floated by in the distance, with a tall nose and full lips. Aside from the red color, it could be considered handsome. Although she still couldn't see its eyes … it looked a bit like a floating devil's mask.
Rania happily admired the lustrous face of the other person. Probably because her gaze was too direct, the other person also noticed her. He turned his head, looked at her, nodded slightly, and continued to leave.
… It was alive! It could move!
Rania was even more moved.
When Peter came back, before he could say anything, he saw his friend stand up and excitedly share what he had just found.
"There was a red person passing by here just now." She tried to hide her excitement. "I can see him — he can actually move!"
"Red?" Peter was a little confused. "What kind of red?"
Rania: "YSL Matte Lip Glaze # 5 Scarlet Witch!"
Peter: "… Huh?"
Because lipstick was always visible, Rania was particularly sensitive to lipstick. Although she didn't have money to buy it, she always used lipstick to describe red.
Unfortunately, the straight man Little Spider didn't understand lipstick, but when it came to Scarlet Witch, he immediately realized who Rania was looking at.
"That's Illusion. Do you know him? He's a member of the Avengers. He ended the Battle of Sokovia. "When the Avengers were mentioned, Peter immediately became excited." He lives in my … "
He stopped himself in time. "… I see him often."
Rania: "Oh."
Her eyes were hazy, and no one knew what she was thinking. A strange light flashed in her eyes from time to time, which made Little Spider's hair stand on end.
"Rania …"
Rania suddenly asked, "Do you think I can steal him out?"
Peter: "…"
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