After solving a question that had been pending for a long time, Rania was in a better mood. She quietly waved goodbye to her friend and looked at the opposite side again.
To be honest, Rania had never understood how her color blindness worked.
For her, the boundary between what she could see and what she couldn't see was strange and unpredictable. No matter how she looked at it, it didn't conform to the pathological definition of color blindness. If she was found out, she would probably be caught and sent to the laboratory for research.
In a work of art, this setting alone was enough to derive a warm and refreshing love story. The world that had lost its color suddenly became colorful because of the appearance of a certain person, and from then on, that person became the only color in her life.
… However, for Rania, this was not the case at all.
The little girl asked herself and felt that if there was such a person, his whole body should be at least red …
Probably a walking fire hydrant.
In short, after living like this for more than ten years, Rania was able to calmly accept the fact that she couldn't see anyone. Moreover, it wasn't that she couldn't see anything. As long as she touched something, she could still see photos. It was just that cold photos were always not vivid enough. No matter how many photos there were, she couldn't capture every subtle expression change. It was not as vivid and interesting as a living person.
However, Mister was an exception.
As her own body, Rania could of course see Mister, and with Mister's eyes, she could also see herself. Therefore, there was no problem with her daily life. For small things like cutting nails and combing hair, she could just use Mister's body to do it.
And for Rania, multitasking was not difficult, so when Mister did things that could save more time, Rania basically wouldn't do it herself.
For example, every morning, she would struggle to be dragged out of bed by Myst. Like dressing up a doll, she would quickly take off her pajamas and change into the clothes she had prepared. While she was changing her clothes, she could also take a nap.
Brushing her teeth, combing her hair, washing her face, and even tying her own shoelaces … It could be said that she saved a lot of time!
For living alone, learning to take care of oneself was very important. The little girl thought proudly.
As time passed, Rania began to realize how weak and helpless humans were compared to mutants.
Black Mist didn't feel hungry or tired. He didn't need to eat or sleep. He wouldn't get hurt or sick. Even if he had severe vision problems, it wouldn't affect his survival. In contrast, humans were full of shortcomings. If they did not eat, they would be weak, and if they did not rest, they would be sluggish. Not to mention, Rania's body was even weaker than her peers. Running would make her breathless, and being exposed to the wind would cause her to catch a cold and have a fever. If it were not for Mister's work, she would not even be able to survive.
Dick asked for Rania's opinion and ordered a few dishes. The two of them waited for a while before the waiter brought the dishes to them.
If it were someone else, Rania would have happily picked up her fork and fiercely poked at the food. It was rare to have a chance to eat a big meal, not to mention that it was someone else's treat.
But when she thought about how Dick was sitting opposite her and looking at her, Rania felt that she had to act more ladylike and leave a good impression. So, she restrained her actions and lowered her head the whole time, carefully fiddling with her food.
In fact, she had to be careful. The plates in the restaurant were not red, and the food was not red. Although the plate would appear in her sight as soon as she touched it, it looked awkward and awkward. Rania wanted to maintain her image, so she couldn't do that.
She was worried that if she moved too much, she would accidentally push the food off the plate. That would be too ugly.
The little girl thought that her behavior was reserved and elegant, but she didn't know that her careful actions made her look like a little hamster protecting its food in Dick's eyes. She was very serious, and her face was full of indifference. Her whole body exuded an aura of "I'm not happy, stay away from me" … More and more, it coincided with Batman's temperament.
… Dick spontaneously turned into liquid.
Rania didn't know that there was only a pool of Dick left in front of her now. She was worried about a small problem.
— — Her hair was too long.
Because she didn't take care of it, Rania's hair was thick and thick. It was soft and curly, and some of it was messy. From the back, she looked like a little black sheep. When she lowered her head, her hair would fall behind her ears. If she didn't put it back, she didn't know when it would be swept into the plate.
When she was at home, Rania was less troublesome. When she was eating, she would let Mister tie her hair into two balls, or let Mister feed her. She could save time to do homework, eat, and study.
But now, she couldn't summon Mister, so Rania had to try to tie her hair herself.
However, tying her own hair was not as convenient as tying other people's hair. Rania almost never tried to tie her hair from this angle. She couldn't tie the loose hair on her temples. When she finally did it, she was so guilty that she didn't dare to look up. Pessimistically, she thought that she must be very ugly. She could only eat quickly and make up her mind to untie her hair as soon as she finished eating, trying to save her image.
A fifteen-year-old girl was the most difficult creature to understand in the world. She had just entered puberty, and her mind was much more complicated than when she was an ignorant child. However, she didn't have enough experience and vision, and her way of dealing with things was not completely mature. Compared to adults, she always had a bit of naivety. Even if she was precocious, it couldn't make up for it.
Although she wasn't a little princess who was spoiled growing up, Rania was very good at spoiling herself. Most of the time, strength could solve most of the problems in the world. With Mister's protection, even the most complicated growing environment could become simple. Under all kinds of coincidences, the little girl magically grew up to look like a well-behaved girl. At least, she looked like a decent girl.
She didn't tie her hair well. Some of her fluffy hair escaped from the bun and stuck around restlessly, like the smart hairs on the tip of a kitten's ears.
The little girl obediently lowered her head and ate the rice. The loose hairs swayed with her movements. It was so fluffy that it was hard for people not to gently snort.
Dick was very tenacious. Dick resisted this temptation. Dick just took out his mobile phone and quickly took a picture of the little girl opposite him. He forwarded it to his family in the bat cave, trying to pull the whole family into the endless abyss of "little Brooksie".
The meal was easy and pleasant.
After leaving the restaurant, Dick sent Rania home.
Although she didn't have to worry about her safety with Mister around, Rania knew that it would be impolite to refuse at this time. So, after thanking Dick again and again for treating her, she followed him home.
Naturally, there was nothing to talk about on the way. Rania kept in mind that she was a virtuous woman. Along the way, she struggled to suppress her desire to talk. She lowered her head and silently counted her steps.
Rania wasn't keen on talking, but that didn't mean that she wasn't good at it. After all, if she wasn't good at talking, she wouldn't be able to argue with her ex-guardian. And if she wasn't good at arguing, it would be very painful to endure a talkative person …
So, Rania was actually quite happy to listen to her friend blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. At least, Rania was interested in the things that Peter was interested in. And although she couldn't see, Rania still felt that when a person talked about something that they were interested in, it would be very eye-catching.
When they were about to reach the apartment building, Dick pulled his hand out of the pocket of his coat and looked down at the little girl beside him.
"Anyway, if you come to Gotham to play, remember to come to Weyne Manor to find me if you need anything," he winked at Rania, who was looking up at him. "Anytime, ma 'am."
Rania, who was carrying the packed food in both hands, was slightly stunned. She didn't have time to think about the hidden meaning in this sentence. She hurriedly freed one of her hands and reached out to Dick. She nodded calmly and solemnly. "I understand. Thank you, sir."
The little girl's hand was slender and soft. Because of her constitution, it was as cold as a cold pudding. Stained by the heat of his palm, it finally warmed up.
When they were far away, Dick turned around and could still see the slender Lesser Shrike standing below the apartment building, earnestly flapping its wings to bid him farewell.
…
At the same time, at the entrance of the restaurant that Rania had just left.
Seeing Mr. Stark open the car door, Peter hesitated for a while before he finally couldn't help but call out to him.
"Mr. Stark!"
Tony turned around and looked at the teenager who didn't know what to say.
"That's, uh, I don't know if I can trouble you," Peter's voice became softer and softer. "Change my uniform pants to red …"
Silence.
A long silence.
After a while, Tony finally opened his mouth. "Why?"
Peter: "…"
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