For the next few days,
Rania didn't really want to pay attention to the situation with Black Mist.
She shrunk in her human shell guiltily,
She limped to New York every day to go to class,
She occasionally sighed that she couldn't be lazy without Mister... other than that, she was fine,
After all, she was just a little weak, and she wasn't really missing an arm or a leg. She could only open her mouth and open her mouth.
As for Mister...
Out of guilt,
Rania made a friendly agreement with the Red Hood to promise that she would stay in his body most of the time and not come out,
She would block her perception,
She wouldn't take the initiative to pry into his privacy, and she would try her best to pretend that she didn't exist, although the Red Hood sounded skeptical,
Obviously, he didn't believe that Rania could do it.
What he thought was not important to Rania,
This was just an agreement between her and herself. Since she had agreed, she would definitely abide by it. Besides, this was not a big deal,
It was just making Black Mist sleep for a month. It was not troublesome at all.
As for the safety of the human shell, although Black Mist, who covered the city during the adaptation period, would also be dormant, so that Rania could not sense with Black Mist, this was her nest after all,
She would not be injured in her own nest. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disgrace to evil creatures?
Because Mister was not here, the person who drove Rania to school was the driver who drove her and Tim to buy clothes. Unfortunately, it was impossible to stay in bed,
Not to mention eating cookies while doing homework. If Mister was here,
Rania could do her homework by herself,
She asked Black Mist to peel fruits for her. Now she could only eat cookies after finishing her homework. After all, eating cookies while reading might stain the pages with oil.
The little girl curled up on the sofa, flipping through the book while silently feeling that she had wasted a lot of time reading at night.
She didn't know that while she was reading alone in the library, Dick was actually secretly observing her.
Dick originally thought that Mister would at least explain to Rania, but after a few days, he still saw no signs of Rania learning the truth.
Rania was very normal. She went to school seriously every day, did her homework seriously, thanked Alfred who brought her cookies seriously, and greeted them seriously.
But there was still a faint melancholy shrouding her eyes, so light and so quiet, adding a bit of heartbreaking beauty to the pure blue.
When Dick pretended to ask casually why Mister hadn't contacted her recently, the girl was stunned for a moment. Her gaze was lonely and distant for a moment. After a while, she whispered, "She doesn't have a phone … so she didn't contact me."
Rania indeed didn't have a phone. She was so poor that she couldn't pay the electricity bill, let alone the phone bill … Although she had a phone now, on the surface, Mister really didn't have a way to contact her.
… This sentence had a different meaning in Dick's ears.
Rania's voice was very soft. It sounded more like self-comfort than an explanation.
His expression changed for a long time. He lowered his head to look at the depressed girl and said softly, "She probably encountered something. Don't worry, she will contact you."
The little girl nodded silently, pursed her lips, and smiled faintly at him.
… Rania was actually depressed that she couldn't protect her father and brother now. She didn't know why, but recently, they had suddenly become much friendlier to her. Even Damien didn't show any obvious hostility to her. Rania felt that it might be because he had been busy recently, so the two of them didn't have a chance to meet. This made her feel more guilty. Every time she saw them, the melancholy in her eyes deepened.
However, when the filters were stacked, even if there were no misunderstandings, they could still create misunderstandings, let alone when there were already so many misunderstandings … When the two sides compared, they couldn't help but feel sorry for each other.
After that day, Rania asked Dick about what had happened on the night he was injured. Naturally, the answer she got was the opposite of what she had guessed. With the idea of dispelling the misunderstanding, Dick was full of energy. He made use of his talkative advantage and eloquently praised the Red Hood as a dark hero. This made Rania feel even more ashamed. She felt that her behavior of beating people up without investigating was too simple and crude.
So, she decided to investigate the Red Hood properly.
To be on the safe side, Rania was the second to ask Tim for confirmation.
Tim Drake was as busy as usual, but he had a good impression of Rania. Except for the day when they bought the clothes, Rania didn't cause any trouble. She was obedient and always took her mobile phone with her when she went out. Her whereabouts were all under their surveillance. It was very easy to raise her. Compared to Damien, she was a one-in-a-million good girl.
And this was what Tim wanted.
Facing Rania, who came to him, he cooperatively stopped what he was doing and listened to the girl ask her question.
"Red Hood?" Tim thought for a moment and asked slowly, "Do you mean the person who wears the Red Hood or 'that' Red Hood?"
Rania wasn't sure if the Red Hood she knew was "that" Red Hood, so she planned to describe the Red Hood to Tim.
"The color of that hood is —"
She habitually wanted to say the color red, but when she thought of her little friend, she felt that Tim might not understand. She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth and changed her words, "— It's # ef1601."
As long as it was red, Rania could accurately distinguish it. She remembered the color red, so naturally, the color code was not a problem for her.
As a genius hacker who dealt with computers all year round, Tim went through the code in his mind and quickly figured out what color it was. Then, he figured out which Red Hood Rania was talking about. He was a little puzzled as to why Rania was interested in Jason, but after thinking about it, he decided to save some face for Jason.
You owe me again, Jason. Red Robin thought calmly.
As a listener, Rania listened for a long time. She didn't hear anything else, but she confirmed one thing.
Her brothers liked the Red Hood very much.
But compared to this, Rania was more concerned about her own state.
The Black Mist's body and the human body were relatively independent. The two didn't have much to do with each other. If there was a similarity, it was probably that it was weak.
That's right, weak.
Rania always thought that she was just a human body and was born weak. The Black Mist's body was strong enough — it could swallow an entire city. Even among evil creatures, it was considered a mature villain, right? At the very least, it had to be the kind of boss that needed a magic-type hero to deal with! At the very least, it would take ten minutes!
However, after the parasitic relationship stabilized, Rania first felt the surging power in the Black Mist. The increase in power brought about by a human as a host was not comparable to that of a canine. Compared to before, Rania felt that she was still in her infancy. If she were to draw a picture, she would probably be a ball of soft wriggling tentacles …
And at the moment when the parasitism was completed, she was considered to have entered the growth period. She initially had the power of a boss-level evil creature, and she could be released to scare people.
But since she could enter the growth period with a human as a host, then to become an adult …
Rania hesitated for a while between "kill the current host to change to a new one" and "wait for the current host to die of old age to change to a new one". Thinking about Dick and Tim's comments on the Red Hood, she regretfully crossed out the former option.
Far away in Gotham City, Mr. Todd was eating popcorn and watching a movie. He didn't know that he had just escaped a disaster.
But putting these trivial matters aside, Rania had been doing well during this period.
Unlike what Peter was worried about or the gossip in the tabloids, Rania's impression of this family was normal. Although they didn't see each other often, at home, her father, older brother, younger brother, and the housekeeper all showed a normal side to them.
Every time Dick came over, Alfred would remind him not to eat too much junk food, Tim would secretly tell her not to touch Alfred's waffles, and Damien would often run on the handrail of the stairs — at least that was what Rania heard, although she always felt that the heavy thud at the end of each time did not seem to be the sound of Damien falling down the stairs.
Her father, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen at night and day, as if he was always busy with things to do — Bruce Wayne.
On a rainy night, he hurried through the door in the heavy rain, and the damp fog filled the foyer. At that time, Rania was sitting by the fire in the living room, reading a book. She heard a faint whisper of tiredness coming from behind the door, and Alfred's response.
A moment later, the man walked into the living room. Rania thought for a moment, and with her back to the fire in the fireplace, she looked up and said, "Good evening, Bruce."
She heard the footsteps and hesitated for a moment, then turned in her direction.
"Good evening, Rania," her father said in a low voice.
He bent his knee and knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, his eyes level with Rania's.
The cold and wet steam diluted the quiet and warm woody fragrance. He took off the red rose pinned to his chest and handed it to Rania. He paused and said, "Good night."
It was not what she had expected.
When she put the rose into the book and pressed it into a dried flower, Rania thought.
Before choosing this family, Rania did not consider their opinions of her. She had never lived like an ordinary girl, and the world she knew worked like this. Therefore, she made a choice first and placed a piece on the chessboard first. It did not matter whether the other party would play the game or not, and she naturally thought that everyone had the same idea as her.
But what if they were not?
Rania was not sure, but she was very sure of one thing. She had a lot of time, enough for her to slowly figure it out.
Before that, she just needed to observe carefully.
The opportunity to observe came very quickly.
The day after the Spanish quiz, when Rania came home, she was a little surprised to see her brother and brother at this time — red tie, red shirt, red … No, Damien recognized them by their movements, and he was the one who moved the most — they were all in the same room.
Rania was confused.
She took the juice from the housekeeper, thanked him, and drank it while observing in confusion.
Rainy nights were suitable for sleeping in front of the fireplace in the living room. After Alfred served black tea and cookies, the birds were lying on the sofa. Dick was idly pressing the remote control, Damien was staring at the cat commercials on the TV, and Tim was curled up on the sofa with his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the soap opera on the TV.
Although the three of them seemed to be doing their own things, everyone was intentionally or unintentionally glancing in the direction of the kitchen.
Not long ago, Bruce seemed to have been provoked by something. He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen with a solemn expression.
The birds were speechless.
After seeing his resolute back, the remaining four family members thought in unison, "That's right.
Ah, the kitchen is over.
Bruce's cooking was probably one of the unsolved mysteries of the Weyne family. From Dick to Damien, they more or less held expectations for their father's cooking skills. Only Alfred saw through everything. Every time his young master took off his suit and walked into the kitchen, he would calmly wait outside with a fire extinguisher.
Unsurprisingly, Batman failed to live up to their expectations every time.
After tasting his father's cooking, Damien said, "So there are things you can't do other than having children."
It was useless to stop it, not in this lifetime.
But that was for them.
Dick was the first to suggest that Rania hadn't tried. Although Damien expressed his disdain, it was three to one. Soon, they decided to wait for Rania to come back and see if she could stop it.
"I don't quite understand." The little girl was sipping juice by the edge of the glass. When she heard this, she slowly put down the glass and turned it in her hand. She frowned and said in confusion, "How bad is his cooking?"
It wasn't even a request. Rania agreed very quickly, but it didn't stop her from being confused.
Rania's culinary skills were honed in the past three years of her life, so they were definitely not outstanding. But even so, the experimental products she made according to the new recipe were still edible. At least, they wouldn't poison people to death. This puzzled her as to why there was someone like Mei who wasn't good at cooking in this world.
"Let's put it this way," Dick said bitterly, "Do you know there's a saying? The devil's taste buds are the opposite of human's. The really bad cooking skills can even summon the devil — "
"Bruce's cooking skills can definitely summon a big devil," he said.
Rania: "… Really?"
At this moment, there was a muffled explosion in the direction of the kitchen. It was definitely not supposed to happen in the kitchen.
"…"
The three of them listened to the strange sound coming from the kitchen and nodded in agreement.
Rania didn't know their expressions. She bit the glass, thought for a while, stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Ten seconds after she walked in, there was a second explosion in the kitchen.
"… I'd better go and have a look." Dick couldn't sit still.
He wasn't alone. Pushing the innocent Lesser Shrike into Bruce's battlefield would make them feel guilty for a long time. Oh, Damien wouldn't. His conscience was as cold as his. He just cared about his father.
The three little birds encouraged each other, swallowed their saliva, and walked into the kitchen side by side.
Then they saw a scene that they would never forget.
The kitchen had indeed become a battlefield. Every kitchen utensil was not where it should be. All kinds of food were on the floor, the cabinet door, and the ceiling. Not a single thing was in the pot. And the culprit was standing in front of an iron pot with Rania. Both of them had the same strange expression on their faces as they looked at the man in the pot in confusion.
Yes, the man in the pot.
This was a middle-aged man who looked like a salesman. Judging from the wreckage of the food, he suddenly appeared from the pot. He was wrapped in a coat, wearing a top hat, carrying a briefcase, and wearing a monocle on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a strict and polite Englishman. If he hadn't just come out of the pot, they would probably have asked him to leave the manor as they would any salesman.
Bruce's voice was emotionless: "Explain why you are in my kitchen."
"Ah, as you can see," the man said politely, "your cooking is so good that I can't help but be attracted by it …"
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