Rania was preparing to beat up the Red Hood.
While she was in class, she Googled "Red Hood." All sorts of web pages popped up. She sneakily browsed through them all afternoon and finally managed to figure out that there were many "Red Hoods" in Gotham. However, this was just a hood, and the people under it were different. The most recent Red Hood was obviously the most difficult one to deal with. Although he seemed to have made his fortune in Gotham, his footprints were all over the world. He was even on the Interpol's wanted list, but so far, he had not been arrested by the police.
In short, he was a criminal.
Rania stared at the Red Hood gloomily. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that he was ugly. Even the color red could not save him.
The aesthetics of villains these days is worrying. The little girl thought to herself.
Dick's meaning was clear to Rania. During the police operation last night, a group of criminals led by Red Hood resisted arrest and attacked the police, causing Dick to be injured.
Her brother was so weak and slender. He was only a pizza taller than her. How dare they …
The more Rania thought about it, the more bitter she felt. She was sure that it was her negligence that caused Dick to be injured. She could not help but fall into deep guilt.
After hearing the reason for his injury from Dick last night, Rania searched all over Gotham, trying to find the Red Hood. Unfortunately, she did not know his scent, so she could only search the city for the floating Red Hood. However, when the hood was taken off, the Red Hood became invisible from Mister's sight. She searched for a whole night but found nothing. In the end, she turned back and gritted her teeth, thinking that when she found him today, she would beat the crap out of him.
However, there was still no good news from Mister until evening.
For Rania, there were many benefits to building a nest. After turning Gotham into her nest, she could move freely in the city. There were no blind spots in the area covered by the Black Mist. The only areas that she needed to pay attention to were the areas that she could not invade. This meant that when she was in Gotham, she could disguise herself as a normal person.
After all, it was impossible for her to not go out. If she needed Mister to accompany her every time she went out, it would be a waste.
Unfortunately, every time she built a nest, it was a huge drain on Rania. Not only did it put Mister in a long period of weakness, but it also increased the probability of being discovered by the righteous. Before the nest was melted, the Black Mist could not leave its home ground. Therefore, Rania did not turn New York into her nest. She would only release the Black Mist to sense when necessary.
She opened the zipper of the backpack, and Mister started to throw things into the backpack. First, it was the four pockets on the jacket, then the inner pocket, and then the pants pocket. When she was done, she bent over and rolled up her pants. She took out two bat darts from her Martin boots and threw them into the backpack.
The benefit of covering the city with the Black Mist was that she could pick up a lot of interesting things. Rania discovered this the last time she built a nest. For example, she found a tin box hidden at the bottom of the brick wall of an old house. It was filled with small trinkets that could be traced back to at least the last century. Looking at the wear and tear on the edges of the stickers, it was obvious that it used to be a child's treasure.
Rania did not take the tin box. She made a small mark there, hoping that one day its owner would suddenly remember and find the buried memory after a hard time, and let out a child-like cheer at the foot of the wall.
This was just one of them. Countless little things like this existed in the cracks of the city, forgotten in the long river of time. They grew old along with the moss on the bricks, slowly fading away the once dreamy colors. Every time Rania found something, she felt like she had glimpsed a small part of someone else's life. She wasted many afternoons digging up the secrets of the city, and she never got tired of it. It felt like she was searching for treasures in her own nest. Every laugh was like a crystal, and every sigh was like a round pearl. She slept in her treasure vault, and her dreams were filled with stars, shining on her long journey through nightmares.
Most of them were lost items. Rania would usually send the valuable ones to the police station, and she would keep a few for herself. However, her criteria of choice was not based on the value of the lost item. Between diamond earrings and colorful seashells, she might prefer the latter. To her, no amount of jewelry could compare to a blooming red rose bud.
In the process of covering Gotham, Mister found many little things, so Rania came to pick them up after school. After sending her back, Mister could continue his carpet search.
She held a bat-shaped metal dart in her hand and looked at it carefully. Mister found quite a few of these darts. Although they were all bat-shaped, they had different uses, and their shapes were different. Some were longer, and some were rounder. However, most of them were damaged beyond recognition. Rania could only tell that these darts were bat-shaped because she had picked up a bunch of them.
Was this a specialty of Gotham? Why were they everywhere? Mister had found at least a dozen of them. Rania thought curiously.
There were so many of them, and they were so badly damaged, it did not seem like they were lost items. The little girl decided to keep them for herself. She wondered if she should find a box to store these bat darts in. After all, they looked quite nice.
She pulled up the zipper and planned to carry it herself. However, she gritted her teeth and spent a lot of effort, but she only managed to lift the backpack a little. She had no choice but to give up and use the body of Black Mist to carry the backpack.
Mister had not only found so many lost items, but when she turned into Black Mist, her belongings would fall where they were. She could only move them on foot, which was too slow.
Now that she had a car, it was much more convenient to collect the lost items. However, she had to park the car in the garage when she returned to the manor, so Rania had to pack up today's search before she went home.
Soon, she arrived at the next location. There was a famous fast-food restaurant outside the alley. Rania stopped the car and asked Mister to pick up the trash. She planned to buy a Coke and wait in the car.
She walked into the fast-food restaurant. Before she reached the counter, she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind. "Over here, Rania!"
Rania froze for a moment and turned around.
Dick's voice came from the table in the corner. There was someone sitting across from him, but Rania could only see the red sweater across from him. Judging from the figure, it was an adult male, probably Dick's friend.
"You came out alone?" Dick asked in surprise. "I thought you would be at home at this time."
He had to admit that when he saw Rania walk in, his surprise was almost written on his face. In Dick's mind, it was impossible for Rania to appear here. She was almost invisible and couldn't do what ordinary people could —
But she came in just like that. Just like when she was in Weyne's manor, her cautiousness and hesitation were only written in the details. If one didn't look closely, she was almost no different from a normal person.
"?" Rania was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
You can't see.
Dick was about to answer, but before he could speak, he met Rania's eyes. That pair of blue eyes was like the reflection of the sky and clouds in a salt lake, so calm that there was not a single ripple.
The words stuck to his tongue.
Dick suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
Why did he think that Rania couldn't do it? She had been living like this until now. Before he found her, she had been living like this. She didn't need their sympathy and worry. Even without his help, she was living well. She didn't have to curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her.
"I'm with Mister. He'll come to me later," Rania explained.
"… I got it." Dick said, "We were just talking about you. Come and get to know each other. Rania, this is Jason. He's also your sworn brother."
Rania sat down in the seat he gave up and looked at the person opposite her. She was about to nod when she heard what Dick said. She was stunned.
… Why was there another one? Rania was even more puzzled.
At this moment, the young man sneered softly.
"You shouldn't say I am," he said provocatively. "It will make the little girl confused, right, Princess?"
"You know that's not what I meant, Jason." Dick smiled helplessly.
He lowered his head and introduced him to Rania. "You may not know Jason. Because of … some things, he doesn't come home often. But he is indeed Bruce's son and your brother."
"When I want to admit it, I will. But now? Honestly, I hope I'm not the only one who thinks it's too fast, "Jason said." Sorry, it's not about you. "
"Hello, I'm Rania," Rania said.
She didn't ask why Jason wasn't on the list of Weyne's heirs. Obviously, there was a story behind it. Since Dick didn't say it now, Rania wouldn't be stupid enough to ask now.
She looked at Jason from head to toe and couldn't help but worry.
The sudden addition of a family member didn't mean anything to Rania. This matter didn't cause any ripples in her heart. She just wanted to expand the scope of protection a little more, and it would be difficult to get in touch with him if he didn't come home often. It might be difficult for her to protect this brother.
And the problem at hand was that she had to prepare another gift.
Before confirming that she would go back to Weyne's house with Dick, Rania planned to prepare a gift for her father and brothers. But she hadn't thought of what to give her until today, when she saw the lost items that Mister had collected. She had an idea.
She took out a bat dart from her pocket. This was the most complete one she had found. She wanted to keep it for herself. She rubbed it for a while before pushing it to Jason and said reluctantly, "This is for you."
Nightwing & Red Hood were speechless.
They stared at the bat dart on the table. They opened their mouths, but no sound came out.
Other than criminals, there was probably no one else in the world who was more familiar with this dart than they were.
… Which one of them hadn't chased after Batman to pick up bat dart when they were young?
The brothers looked at each other, and the same sentence lingered in their minds.
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