I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Run away if you can't fight, Batman already knows that Bernice knows his vest, so she runs away without thinking, if it wasn't for her explosive ability and lucky value, the Batman chasing her would not be thrown from nowhere The wild cat that came out scratched her face, she was blindfolded by the floating sheets, and fell down with her legs entangled in the wires, which bought her a lot of time, otherwise she would never be able to get rid of Batman.

Red Hood: "..."

Red Hood: "Why should I help you hide from Batman?"

Bernice was quick to think: "Don't you want to seek revenge from the clown? I said that the clown likes me is 100% true. I can help you find him in the future!"

Red Hood hesitated for a moment, she was able to lure the clown to that room, the relationship between the two was naturally not simple, the clown's whereabouts were already hard to find, and he didn't know how long it would take to find him next time.

Bernice hugged the red hood's waist tightly, seeing that he didn't respond, she said: "Still in a daze? Drive!"

Red Hood froze, frowning: "I see, don't bother."

The heavy locomotive started its engine and roared away.

Batman, who was catching up, didn't expect that the red hood would help her escape, so he could only watch helplessly as the taillights of the heavy motorcycle gradually became smaller.

Batman who was scratched by a cat, covered his head with a sheet, and fell down with wires entangled in his feet: "..."

In fact, he really didn't intend to take Bernice back to Arkham this time. He had investigated her and she had no criminal record. As for why she was imprisoned in Arkham, there should be other reasons.

Batman doesn't care about this matter, he cares more about the information held by the other party.

Since she was able to guess his identity correctly, what about the others?How much does she know about Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash and other members of the Justice League?

Identity is extremely important to vigilantes like them. If it is accidentally leaked, it may cause danger, not only for themselves, but also for their relatives, friends, and people they care about. Information, since threaten them?And the relationship between her and the clown seems to be not shallow, if it falls into the hands of the clown, the consequences will be very serious, so he must find her.

……

Red Hood dropped Bernice near the entrance to Gotham Alley and asked for her contact information so she wouldn't renege.

After hesitating again and again, Red Hood couldn't hold back and asked her, "Why did Batman chase you?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"??" Where is it obvious?

Bernice said with a vicissitudes of life: "It's nothing, it's just a story about love and hatred."

"..."

Red Hood found that talking to Bernice was too brain-intensive, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Noticing that the person next to him was staring straight at him, the red hood asked somewhat unnaturally, "What are you looking at?"

When Bernice stretched out her hand and was about to touch his face, he shrank back. Seeing this, Bernice said, "Don't hide, haven't you been touched by a woman before?"

...he is not!

Perhaps to clarify that he hadn't been touched by a woman before, the Red Hood froze and did not avoid Bernice's hand.

Bernice rubbed her finger on the hood lightly, and her finger was stained a little red.

It wasn't that the red hood had faded, it was probably because when the two of them rolled into a ball after the red hood rushed over, her lipstick accidentally rubbed on it. Although they were all red, there was still a difference when you looked closely.

But Bernice didn't explain, and the red hood didn't know what she was doing, only that she was touched on the face by the hood for no reason.

His eyes were downcast. The blonde woman's hair was messed up and her make-up was a bit messed up, but she still deserved the word "beautiful."

What a strange woman, he thought to himself.

Seeing him staring at her, Bernice raised her head and asked, "What's the matter? You don't feel satisfied and want to take off the hood and let me touch it many times?"

"……no."

Bernice shrugged her shoulders, thinking that you are really ignorant, and then invited: "I want to go to the pier, do you want to come?"

The red hood refused, and the psychopath would go to the pier in the middle of the night.

……

It was almost early morning after the red hood left, and Bernice did not go back. She said she would go to the pier, and she really went to the pier. Before that, she went to a nearby convenience store to buy a few bottles of wine and a pack of cigarettes. Facing the endless Atlantic Ocean at the pier, drinking wine and smoking a cigarette, I felt very cool and pretended to be coercive.

She was still wearing the skirt with very little fabric, and the cold sea breeze made her goosebumps all over her body. She hugged her knees and curled herself up into a ball, but it didn't warm her body up.

But it doesn't matter, she thought a little self-defeating.

After she calmed down, she kept thinking about what happened just now. It had nothing to do with Batman, Red Hood, or Taylor. Only Mrs. David was in her mind.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, there were still people who cared about her in this world, but she wasn't happy at all because they were all idiots.

The ash fell little by little, and the slightly hot ash fell to the ground and was completely extinguished. It gradually cooled down, and then was blown away by the wind and dissipated in the air.

The cigarette in her hand had burned to the filter, but Bernice didn't notice it at all. She held the cigarette between her fingers, motionless like a sculpture.

She really couldn't understand what was going on in Mrs. David's mind. She was just a passer-by who would come to her house occasionally to eat, and she couldn't even be called a friend. So why did she protect her?Just because she doesn't want her to die at the hands of the Joker like her daughter Lily?

Bernice doesn't think she is a good person at all. Maybe she once wanted to be a good person, but if you are good to others, they may not be good to you, and they may stab you in the back, so why should you be a good person?

If you start off on the right side, people will keep expecting you to go on, and Bernice doesn't want to be expected.

She can still understand Charles' kindness to her, after all, they were "originally" friends, but Mrs. David's kindness to her Bernice can't understand, so she feels damn guilty now.

The dimension wall is broken, she can accept it, and she can accept being imprisoned in Arkham, she is a mutant, that's okay, but she is at a loss for others' selfless kindness, she doesn't know what to give in return, it's so annoying , why is there such a person in this world...

The alcohol began to take effect, and the whole world seemed to revolve around her. Bernice's mind was in a mess, and she grabbed her hair irritably, with such force that she tore several strands off.

The clown is right, she's such a slut.

Looking at the pitch-black sea under her feet, Bernice seemed to have hallucinations, a picture after another floated up from the sea, the blood on the ground, the woman's screams, and the little girl hiding in the closet crying silently... …

It wasn't until her fingers were burned by soot that she suddenly came back to her senses. She actually found that she suddenly had the idea of ​​jumping off, and a voice in her mind was tempting her to do so.

She said that as long as it fell headfirst, it would be over.

While dazed, she heard footsteps.

"Why are you again?" Bernice squeezed out the cigarette in her hand and complained, but she didn't look back, "Are you so idle?"

Only when he opened his mouth did he realize that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly recognize his own voice.She supported the lamppost to stand up, accidentally kicked the empty wine bottles at her feet, bumped into each other, and rolled on the ground a few times in a disjointed manner.

The elusive Batman stood behind her at some point, and Bernice didn't bother to ask him how he found her, anyway, Batman always found the person he was looking for.

She looked up, and the dim yellow light reflected on her reddish face, and also illuminated her red eye sockets. The eyeliner had melted away, and the black eyeliner was glued to the corners of her eyes. At first glance, she looked like a panda.

For a moment, Batman didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he said, "You're going to catch a cold."

"Don't you want to know why I can see through your identity?" Bernice stood unsteadily, as if she was so thin that she would be blown away by the wind at any time, "Not only do I know your identity, but all of you have vests in my body. It looks like it's transparent."

"Why do I know? Because I saw it in a fucking movie!" She began to incoherent like an alcoholic, "Damn, I have time to pick your vests and think about how to get out of this Damn dimension, do you think I'm idle?"

Although the second half of the sentence was hard to understand, but she really knew everything, and Batman's heart sank.

"you……"

"Are you going to catch me?" Bernice looked at him with a sarcastic look, "Then catch me, Bruce Wayne."

Batman's pupils shrank, not because he heard his name from her mouth, but because in his eyes, that thin figure opened his arms, with a smile on his face that seemed to be mocking him or With a self-deprecating smile, he fell weakly into the sea behind him.