Gotham, The Bat Cave.
In the movies, the closest genre to superheroes was probably secret agent films. Therefore, just like secret agents, superheroes usually had their own bases. It could be as small as a safe house or as large as an alliance base. Superheroes always had a place to keep the weapons that could not be displayed openly in the display cabinet. If they were more interested, they could also collect their spoils of war.
Batman's base was located under his identity's home — Weyne Manor. As the aboveground part of the Bat Cave, the manor had been transformed into a war fortress. Even if it was attacked by an army, it could still stand for a period of time.
When Dick returned to the Bat Cave, it was already late at night. However, what awaited him was not an empty Bat Cave, but three exhausted faces that looked like they had not slept for three days.
Nightwing: "…"
His adoptive father and his two younger brothers, the three of them were waiting in front of the Bat Computer. The three faces were blue under the reflection of the screen, and the three pairs of eyes were dark from staying up all night. They were all depressed. They did not need makeup to act in a horror movie.
Generally speaking, superheroes would always hide their identities from the people they loved. The human emotional mechanism was delicate and subtle. Even the most flawless concealment and deception would carve thin cracks in the emotional relationship. Over time, it would eventually become a ravine that could not be healed.
This was also why it was almost inconceivable for people like them to establish a stable and normal relationship.
However, there was an exception when it came to the Weyne Manor.
In this family, other than their butler, Alfred, the rest of the family members were city vigilantes who would wear tights to beat up criminals after night fell.
A few hours ago, another supervillain escaped from Arkham Asylum. Batman brought his partner, Robin, who was also his youngest son, to deal with the aftermath. His other son, Red Robin, was monitoring the scene from the Bat Cave. Therefore, the only candidate left to contact the strange girl was Dick.
Now, it seemed that both missions had been completed well. It was just that they had been busy the whole night under the rain of bullets. After dragging their exhausted bodies back, they still had to investigate the loopholes in the prison break. The three of them did not look well.
In contrast, Dick Grésen suddenly seemed out of place in this family.
His mission was to go to New York to chat and eat with the little girl. While his father and his brothers were fighting, he was sucking on the furry little cuties. No matter how one looked at it, it was somewhat relaxing and enjoyable.
"Did I miss anything?" He coughed and asked calmly.
"You haven't missed anything but the best part," said Damien.
The current Robin had always been sharp and mean. Dick just smiled and joined them. "Looks like I've missed out on a lot."
As soon as he walked over, Tim and Damien naturally moved aside to make room for him.
It was not until the dawn shone over the treetops that they finally took a break from the never-ending work. They drank the coffee that Alfred served and let their brains rest for a while after working all night.
Dick looked at Tim's coffee cup in confusion.
"Don't you think the coffee you've poured down your throat in the past two days is enough to supply Starbucks for a day?" he said.
"I just think you need something else to distract yourself." Tim was expressionless. At the same time, he rejected his outstretched hand. "No way. No one can separate us."
The atmosphere was much more relaxed than before. The information that had been squeezed into the corner of Dick's mind by the criminal finally came out, reminding him that he had not told his family what he had seen today … or rather, yesterday.
"Quite an ordinary little girl," he concluded. "As you can see, she's very cute. She's not a threat, and she's not a bad influence. If you ask me, I quite want a sister like her."
His impression of Rania was not bad. Beautiful girls were always more complicated. Beautiful girls of 14 or 15 years old were even more difficult to deal with. Few of them were as obedient as the Lesser Shrike. Previously, she had been sitting there quietly. Her pure blue eyes were clear and bright. Compared to the sky and the ocean, they were more like flames heated to thousands of degrees. Reflecting the golden light from the chandelier in the restaurant, they were incredibly beautiful.
Not to mention that she looked so much like Bruce.
In Dick's view, Rania looked more like a spoiled girl, but she didn't have the usual willful ego of a little princess. The little girl was innocent but not arrogant, soft but assertive. Anyone who saw this Lesser Shrike couldn't help but think that whoever raised her had taught her well.
However, Dick had investigated her and knew who her former guardian was. Of course, he knew that was not the case at all. To be honest, looking at their lives over the years, it was God's blessing that the little girl didn't become a bad person.
"I don't understand," Tim didn't raise his head, "Is there a girl in your eyes who isn't cute?"
His tone was slightly cold because of the lack of sleep. "If she is just an ordinary person, she should stay away from us if you want her to be safe. It's better to let her stay under the sun than to come to Gotham where there is no sunlight. Besides, as you said, she doesn't want to see Bruce. "
Damien's reaction was even more simple, "Oh."
Dick was speechless.
The three people in the family were quite indifferent to this news.
Bruce was still staring at the computer screen. His jawline was hard and sharp, and his eyebrows didn't move at all. It was like he was the same as Damien. If it were someone else, Dick would definitely doubt whether they heard what he just said.
Tim … Tim typed on the keyboard with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.
Dick felt very hurt.
However, this result was not out of Dick's expectations. Before going to New York, they had discussed this problem, and the answer was also ambiguous — it was not that the Weyne family couldn't afford a child, but it was not just a matter of acceptance. Gotham was not a safe place, and being a child of the Weyne family meant being accompanied by danger. So, in the end, it was up to the girl's own choice.
He sighed and said, "Okay, I got it. Let her fly around New York happily, right?"
Let her live by herself = This matter has been removed from the to-do list.
The three people expressed their agreement with this statement with silence.
Having made up his mind, Dick banished the matter from his mind. He finished the coffee at the bottom of his cup and put down the cup. "Right, I helped her pay off her gambling debt. Speaking of which, it's quite a large sum. It's almost used up all my savings. I'm now a salaried worker. Anyway, I'll go back to Broodhaven first. Call me if you need anything. "
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the bat cave returned to silence once again.
What Dick did not know was that after he left, Batman's eyes moved away from the computer screen and stared at a certain point in the void. His eyes were dark, and it was rare that he was lost in thought.
However, at night, Nightwing had to add "Rania" back to the to-do list.
When he was watching TV in his house in Broodhaven, eating chips and thinking about finding a chance to see how the Lesser Shrike was doing next weekend, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
Dick casually turned on the phone screen and saw a banner notification on the screen. It was from the New York news from a few hours ago.
Dick: "!"
…
In fact, Rania did not know what her former guardian looked like.
She was indeed curious, but the other party said that although he was indeed a handsome man in the past, mentioning his face now would only make people sad. Therefore, he guarded his face. Rania had struggled for so many years to break through the defense of "defending male self-esteem," so she had to give up.
Therefore, Rania did not know what her former guardian's real name was, nor did she know what he looked like. She only knew that when he ran away, he not only packed all his things but also took Dick with him.
… She felt angry just thinking about it.
She was now watching the Gotham news.
In the weather app on the tablet, in addition to New York, Gotham also showed the weather. This city was clearly not far from New York, but the temperature had dropped more than ten degrees. Rania looked at the temperature in Gotham every day and could not help but worry that if she wanted to go to Gotham, she would need to wear more clothes.
Mister had lost his job, and she did not need to send Mister to work on the way. She did not need to go home so early. Therefore, when her friend suddenly said that he had something to do and left in a hurry, Rania was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, she continued to scroll down the news page to study what kind of person the Brussy baby in Gotham was.
The Gotham news was not interesting. Rania read it backwards for a few days. The content could be roughly summarized as follows:
Crime. The industry that Weyne invested in. The industry that other people invested in. Gossip about Weyne himself. The football game against the Mets.
… Most of them were things that teenagers were not interested in.
Rania simply set up a keyword search and searched for all the news about Bruce Wayne in one breath, neatly arranging them on the page.
The format was very neat, and the content was also very neat — business decisions, emotional life, injury reports, three parts of the world. Wayne's daily life could be said to be full of disasters. Every now and then, he would be attacked by extremists, kidnapped by criminals, or injured because of extreme sports. Over the course of a year, it was hard to find a complete period of free time where he was not injured or sick.
Most people would only classify this kind of experience as seeking death and being unlucky. They even gloated at the rich man's misfortune.
However, Rania did not think so.
The little girl did not care about those scandals at all — her father had never married. That was just a normal relationship between a man and a woman. It would be unreasonable to care about it, and it would not be a disappointment to her theoretical mother and her.
Moreover, Rania did not know which race the dark half of her came from, but she knew at a glance that Mister was evil. Generally speaking, evil creatures did not care about human morality. Thinking about it, maybe it was her mother who slept with him and ran away.
She just frowned and put down the tablet. Her fingertips tapped on the tablet lightly, thinking that Gotham was indeed a dangerous city.
For some reason, there were more and more superheroes and criminals, and many of them had supernatural powers. Just by looking at the news, Rania could find a string of them from the list of people who kidnapped and attacked Weyne.
And her father was just an ordinary person without supernatural powers …
Living in a place like Gotham was too worrying. No one could protect him. The little girl thought worriedly.
Bodyguards were just ordinary people, and they would only be defeated by people with special abilities. Think about Mister. She was just a ball of Black Mist, and it was not a problem for her to take down a dozen adult men.
Thinking of this, Rania looked at the photo of Bruce Wayne in the news again. In the photo, President Weyne had a polite smile on his face. His icy blue eyes contained a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes. He had a perfect balance of modesty and gentleness, and she could not help but love him.
Look, her father is so weak. He's only 210 pounds. She must protect him well.
The little girl poked the face of Brucey baby in the photo with her little finger pitifully and could not help but sigh.
She refreshed the news again, and this time, a new post popped up.
— Bruce Wayne was injured again due to extreme sports and is currently resting at home.
Rania: "!"
Look! What did she say!
Rania felt that it was necessary for her to become the person who protected her old father and brother!
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