After being lectured by her friends for a long time, Rania could only regretfully give up the idea of peeking at him. She quietly followed him home to play. When she sensed that Mister was coming to pick her up, she said goodbye to Peter and May and got on the car to go home.
Gotham was a mixture of various types of energy, from darkness, from light, and from different dimensions. Rania could not even distinguish them all. The different types of energy were clearly separated in the urban area of Gotham, and the Black Mist permeated between them, drowning every inch of land that was not covered.
After turning Gotham into her home field, the Black Mist could easily sense anything that happened in the city. As for the location that she could not detect, Rania was not in a hurry.
Although she did not know what she was, there was one thing that Rania was very clear about. Against most evil forces, the Mister had an overwhelming advantage. The Black Mist was highly corrosive. Most of the energy was like snow under the sun in front of the Black Mist. One touch and it would quickly melt.
In her home field, the Mister was very convenient to move around. As long as the Black Mist was around, she could quickly appear anywhere. Plus, the people that she encountered today were normal robbers, thieves, and domestic abusers. In short, although it was a little troublesome to hit people accurately, she still timed it perfectly to ensure that her father did not encounter any possible danger along the way.
The Mister arrived with a missile and accurately hit the criminals in Gotham. After cleaning up and building a nest, she leisurely arrived at the Weyne manor. She took the car key from the butler and went to New York to pick herself up and bring her back to Gotham. She continued to plan what to do to clean up Gotham that night.
Rania had no idea that in just one afternoon, she had successfully made a name for herself in the dark side of Gotham. Most of the villains knew that a Superman had suddenly appeared in Gotham who loved to beat people up. He was everywhere like a ghost, and he hated evil. As long as he saw someone breaking the law, he would jump out and beat them up. Moreover, he did not even think about reporting it to the police. He only beat people up for fun, and after beating them up until they cried and screamed, he would suddenly disappear. He appeared and disappeared like a ghost, just like Batman.
What was even more frightening was that no one had seen what he looked like. They only felt like they had been repeatedly ravaged by a ball of Black Mist for half a minute … Not to mention moving, they probably didn't even have the strength to crawl to the police station to turn themselves in.
Moreover, Black Mist couldn't be penetrated.
At the very least, those criminals with a few broken bones wouldn't have the guts to continue taking risks in the short term.
Rania now felt like she was playing a holographic game. She sat at the dining table and drank tomato beef brisket soup while manipulating Mister to fly around Gotham. She felt very comfortable.
She was the only one at the dining table tonight. Alfred accompanied her and refused Rania's invitation to sit down and have dinner with her. He stood by the side and served her the whole time. The little girl felt very bad and could only try to eat faster.
She now felt that she was lucky to be able to meet all the members of the Weyne family in one weekend. Each of them seemed to be in a different time zone from the others. There was a huge time difference, so it was not surprising that she did not meet anyone in a day.
Rania had to go to school every day. She went out in the morning and came back in the evening. The time she could "see" others was probably at breakfast, dinner, and on the weekends. Whether she could see them or not, it was entirely up to Schrodinger.
Dick seemed to live in Broodhaven, which was not too far from Gotham. Even if it was not too far, it was still an hour's drive away. As an adult, it was possible that he would not be home for at least half a year. Naturally, she did not expect to see him at home.
Her father did not have a regular schedule. According to Tim, it was "almost impossible to see Bruce at breakfast." It was even more impossible to see him at night. The CEO's nightlife was always very rich. Although theoretically, he needed to rest now, judging from the frequency of CEO Weyne getting injured because of his hobby, it was obvious that he did not take good care of his body …
It was even harder to see Tim. Rania remembered that he was still a high school student, but at the same time, he had begun to gradually take over the affairs of the Weyne Group. It was reported that "Timothy Drake- Weyne is the representative of the new generation of workaholics," and workaholics meant a lot of extra personal time … Anyway, it was impossible to see him at any other time except for breakfast.
As for Damien, Rania had not seen him since the morning when she stayed up all night. According to Alfred, Damien was being tutored at home and did not need to go to school. However, this obviously did not mean that he would quietly stay at home … Anyway, Rania did not know his whereabouts now.
Rania did not care about the time difference. In fact, she was actually more curious about something else.
Although they had only spent a short period of time together, in her opinion, the relationship between the members of this family was very stable. To maintain a relationship, they needed to spend a long time together. Now, it seemed that they obviously did not have the time to spend together.
"I hope you don't mind. I have tried to persuade them, but it is obvious that all the young masters have learned from Master Bruce that their work and rest habits are a shortcoming." Alfred served dessert to Rania.
After dinner, dessert was black tea with caramel mousse. Rania had never tasted this flavor. She scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth. She was immediately captured by the slightly bitter aroma and delicate texture of the tea. She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and the little curly hair on her forehead seemed to be sweetened and drooped down softly. She could not see any of her previous arrogance at all.
The little girl licked the spoon with a satisfied face. She was so happy that her whole body was bubbling, and people could not help but feel relaxed.
Before the death of the Weyne couple, Alfred could still see this childlike innocence and liveliness on his young master's face. However, after that night when the pearls fell, that innocence disappeared from Master Bruce's face like bubbles, leaving only endless anger and coldness, which slowly drowned him together with the darkness.
Thinking of this, the butler sighed silently in his heart.
In Alfred's opinion, he did not think that Rania was really just an innocent little girl.
She looked very approachable, like a trained Labrador puppy. She was obedient, friendly, considerate, neither too distant nor too clingy. It did not take a lot of time to communicate with her, and she would obediently wait in the same place no matter how far away they were.
But that was also the problem.
She was close and friendly, but that was not the expectation and yearning for family. This little girl's growth experience was different from that of ordinary children. She had never had a healthy family relationship, but strangely, she did not desire it.
She did not need them. This Lesser Shrike had grown up well enough, and did not need the guidance of a family that struggled to maintain balance on a tightrope.
It was she who chose them, not they who chose to accept her.
Rania did not know the old butler's inner thoughts. She was thinking about what to ask Mister to do that night.
Mister's secret observation was limited to the outside of Gotham Manor. After confirming that Bruce had returned home, she retracted her tentacles. Anyway, as long as there was no possible danger near the manor, it would be fine. She was not a control freak, and she did not have a strong desire to control. Naturally, she would politely stop outside the boundary of other people's territory.
Although she did not appear at the dining table, everyone else had returned to the manor. Only Dick, who was far away in Broodhaven, was left …
Should I ask Mister to go to Broodhaven? Rania chewed on her spoon as she thought.
As she was thinking, there was a knock on the door. Alfred's footsteps soon sounded, and then the door opened. A familiar voice came from the hall, greeting the butler happily. "Good evening, Alfred."
Alfred said, "Good evening, Master Dick. You are just in time for our dessert. Would you like a black tea mousse?"
"No need, I'm looking for Bruce." Dick, who had been missed by Rania, said as he walked. When he passed by the living room, he saw the little girl sitting on the sofa eating cake. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he greeted her, "Hi, Rania."
Rania heard the voice and turned to Dick. Hearing his voice, she nodded. Just as she was about to greet him, she heard him gasp in pain. It seemed that he had moved too much just now, and it had affected the wound on his body.
"…" Rania asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Dick was a little embarrassed. "Uh …"
He was injured because he had met … Red Hood.
In Rania's eyes, Weyne's second adopted son, the second generation Robin, the current king of crime in Gotham, and their brother, Jason Todd.
Unlike them, Jason often traveled around the world, and occasionally traveled around the universe. It was rare for him to return to Gotham. Dick only knew that their family, the Black Goat, had returned to the dark city after receiving the news.
Half an hour ago, a group of drug dealers transporting a new type of drug had picked up the goods at the port of Gotham. Unfortunately, their operation had already been targeted by someone.
When Dick arrived, he found that Jason was beating people up. The thugs were lying on the ground, and the bullets were raining down. He went down to help.
Compared to Batman and other city vigilantes, Red Hood's style was closer to that of vigilantes. They were not as flashy when they fought, and their style was quite simple. They used whatever tools they had at hand. When Dick arrived, he had just used up a clip of bullets. The thugs saw this gap and took the opportunity to pounce on Red Hood, intending to subdue them in one fell swoop.
Faced with the enemies pouncing on him, Jason calmly threw out two "lang" s and picked up the crowbar that the drug dealers used to open boxes. Amidst the flames of the explosion, he kicked a thug away, and with a backhand, he smashed the enemy's teeth.
"Hey," he said, "you received my message."
"But that doesn't stop me from being happy to see you here," Nightwing untied the crowbar and joined the fight. "Enjoy the welcome ceremony of Gotham."
In short, after beating up the drug dealers, Nightwing and Red Hood inevitably suffered some injuries.
"So, do you want to go back and have a look?" Before leaving, Dick asked.
He watched as Jason took off his hood and revealed a young man wearing a Domino mask.
Jason threw off his hood, lowered his head, and said casually, "Thank you for your kindness, but forget it. Are you going to play a part of the family?"
His black hair was messy, his eyes were deep, and his thin and sharp lips curled up. "Or are you going to see a loving father and filial daughter?"
What else could he say now that things had come to this point?
Dick felt a little helpless.
After making an appointment with Little Wings to have dinner the next day to exchange information, he hurried back to the manor, intending to discuss with Bruce the information that he had just obtained from Jason.
Although they had returned to Gotham, Jason had no intention of going home, and Dick could not force him. After he returned from the Land of the Dead, he and Bruce … could no longer go back to their relationship. Some things were just not the same. They were buried six feet under the ground, unable to be retrieved or repaired. The only thing they could do was to pretend that this vase was still intact, and that it would not suddenly shatter because of an external force.
He pulled back his wandering thoughts and looked down at the little girl who was staring at him. He thought for a moment and said, "It's just a police operation. They just arrested a group of drug dealers at the port, and I helped them. Don't worry, it's just a small injury."
At this point, Dick turned to Alfred. "By the way, I met … Red Hood. He was there at the time."
Due to the presence of Rania, Dick did not directly say that he had met Jason. However, he did not notice that as he said that, Rania's eyelashes fluttered and she lowered her eyes.
Dick was injured + Red Hood was there = Dick was injured because of this man called Red Hood.
She said expressionlessly, "Heh."
Dick suspected that he had heard wrongly.
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