Is she blooming today? [Zhongyingmei]

The dark night enveloped the Wayne Manor. After listening to the fairy tales Damian read to her as usual, Xiaohua noticed that he had quietly retreated and closed the door, and then slowly opened her eyes. Holding the leaf, with both hands stretched out of the quilt, but looking unhappy.

After reading the fairy tale, and returning to reality, Sera felt a hollow feeling in her chest, and it was dull and oppressive.

She kept her eyes open and thought for a long time, the dimly glowing night light accompanied her, there was silence everywhere, the objects couldn't speak, the flowers on her window sill couldn't sing, the ticking alarm clock hands were still walking, But instead it makes people feel lonely.

It can only be manifested after intimate contact with people. The sense of isolation from the outside world after getting out of the hustle and bustle, how could Sera not know that she already has a lot, and those around her are also sincerely caring about her. OK, but—

In her existence, she is still alone.

The indescribable sense of loneliness, the inescapable despair and bondage, and the signs of improvement all exist on the surface. She is still sitting on the tall building and drowning in the deep water.

This is probably why Sierra doesn't like to get close to others. In the past, when she was with Papa, she only had this one favorite person. She didn't have to talk to people or think a lot when she stayed in the hospital. Papa was enough. Ah, he will love her the most, and he knows every bit of her problem that is not easy to improve. He took the trouble to tell her:

"Fulaer," he seemed to be smiling again, and there was a little indifference in his brows, but they blended together strangely, looking extremely serious, "I love you in this world."

Give her the lack of confidence, give her unparalleled love, give her the most supreme courage.

He's saying: Respond to me, Flora, in a world where anyone could ignore or hurt you, but I won't.

The family relationship between them is particularly deformed, but those loves and being loved cannot be erased. If not, how can they find their last comfort in that world.

No one will love her like papa again, that is an existence that no one can compare with or replace.

Fulaer also loves him the most, but there is no second papa in this world, they will not be him, and will not get all the dependence and trust of Xiao Hua.

Batman Bruce is fine, his butler and his sons are fine, of course Sera understands how touching their feelings are, but...it doesn't matter if she thinks that she doesn't know what to say or thinks it's a dead end.

She just clearly understood——

This is Bruce's home, and she, she has no home.

The system knows every bit of Selah's emotions and emotional changes, and it has been silently accompanying it, turning them into data and engraving them into the system. It arrived at her side from the moment of her death, and looked at all the traces and emotions again. Memories were erased, leaving only a faint consciousness.

...How could the system not care about her, so it asked: [Selah.]

It seemed to pause for a while, analyzing the logic of human thinking that it could not understand, [Selah,] its mechanical sound seemed a bit human.

[What’s wrong with you? ]

Sierra didn't how she wanted her papa anymore.

When asked, she buried her head like a quail, exuding an unhappy atmosphere, and said after a while, "I miss papa," tears rolled in her eyes, and she sniffled and hiccupped softly as she grabbed the quilt, it was very pitiful up.

The system was silent for a while, it didn't speak, it just turned the photos she once cherished into entities and gave them to her.

The little flower that was comforted immediately became obedient and soft, and the little leaf was peeled off and stuck to her forehead. She held back her tears, pinched the photo with her short poking fingers and put it in her arms, and hugged Stitch together, as if Holding the treasures of the world.

The night will pass, and the spring will come.

Unexpectedly, when Sera woke up on the second day, she felt a huge sense of dizziness in her head. She was light-headed, as if she was thrown into a pot of water and shook crookedly. Head, and then... just holding on to the door frame in a daze for a while, and then finished all of these droopingly.

After Alfred knocked on the door and was answered, he came in and saw such a little girl who was not in a good condition.

Not in a good state means that she was dumbfounded, and even her reaction was a bit slow, and there was a distance from the world in her eyes again, she was too weak and fragile to block those irresistible, The ubiquitous negative influences that surround her deeply may not be able to be changed now and for a long time in the future.

Even Alfred knew she was trying.

She already wants to live, but her will and unconscious subconscious cannot be easily changed for the better.

Alfred's expression was gentle and kind, he didn't show any abnormality, probably yesterday's too fast progress and suddenly had to face so many people frightened her, but he knew that she was Even though I didn't adapt, I worked hard to respond to them, to respond to those love and kindness.

The old butler took the little girl by the hand, took her to sit in front of the vanity mirror, picked up the small comb and combed her hair. After thinking about it, he asked her caringly: "Miss Serra, you didn't sleep well last night. ?"

Her eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, probably from crying last night.

Little Hua was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what the old housekeeper asked, then tilted her head, and smiled super timidly and shyly. Contrary to Alfred's expectations, she was not depressed and depressed. From time to time, some little happiness falls into the eyes.

Instead, it took her a lot of effort to organize her words, and when her hair was combed, she puffed her cheeks and replied slowly, "No, I don't have nightmares."

It was a very naive answer for a child, who thought that not sleeping well was probably equivalent to having a nightmare. She would not be aware of her sufferings, could not perceive them, and could not erase them either.

Today's Sierra was wandering in Wayne Manor, and it may be because she avoided stepping out of the house a little. She didn't meet the big blue bird and the big red bird that she saw yesterday. It was only later that A Fu said that they went back separately. Clark also returned to the Metropolis.

In the afternoon, Damian was still with Selah. He also knew that Selah was not feeling well today, but he felt that even if she was not in good spirits, she was drooping and lifeless, but she was shaking the little leaves and showing off. It's a little strange.

Xiaohua is super coaxing, silly and naive, and people believe everything they say. Damian arranged math homework for her, so that she can go to the sketchbook after finishing it, while he looked at it in the room calmly.

Nothing worthy of special attention. From Sera to Wayne Manor, and even from when Bruce decided to bring her back, Alfred arranged all the food, clothing, housing and transportation. Later, they brought her many gifts, but Da Mian sees items that shouldn't be there.

It was a picture laid flat on the table. In one corner, the arrogant Stitch was sitting under his buttocks. Damian looked over from here. Since there was a little girl in the middle, they were also sitting on low stools. So it is difficult to see the front of the photo directly, he was silent for a while, he oscillated between deceiving the little girl and looking openly, and as for sneaking a look, he didn't want to do this.

But in the end Damian poked the little hair on Selah's temples, and in the suspicious eyes that looked over, he pretended to be very calm and serious.

"You put it on the table, can I have a look at that picture?"

Sera felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and her eyes lit up, the emerald green was so beautiful, she was very reserved, but also a little proud, she ran to touch the photo, but hid it behind her.

Damian seemed to understand something, such joy and attachment, Selah would only have when talking about the person who loved her the most, he subconsciously restrained his violence and arrogance, and his tone could not help but slow down: "Then Is it your father?"

The little flower was overjoyed all of a sudden, ostentatiously as if wishing it could bloom immediately, she showed the photo.

Bruce came to find Damian, and the hand that opened the door froze there.

Fulaer's most cherished photo is of her and her papa.

The background is gray and obscure, there is no sunlight in the sky, the building is lifeless, the gray layer of the wall is hollow and peeling off, some garbage is piled up in the corner, the tail and half of the foot of the dead mouse are exposed, and a group of people are standing in the distance of the barbed wire fence Numb and dangerously sick... was the sanatorium of the last century.

The man in the photo had a gloomy and indifferent face, his weird smile and distorted malice were slightly revealed, but the only one he could see was Fulaer, who cared and protected her carefully, and did not want her to suffer any harm.

The little girl with a bald head and stubble was lying in the arms of the man, and he didn't show up in the camera. He hugged her tenderly and tolerantly, without a trace of unwillingness or impatience.

Damian was stunned for a while, but in the end he just said in a positive tone: "He loves you very much."

The little flower stood there, she was so happy and happy, but this was not brought by him and Bruce, she was still stuck in the beauty of the past, those sunlight fell through the cracks in the fence, illuminating her past, present and future.

Damian looked at the short and poking little flower in front of him, and felt a little depressed for no reason. He just thought that he would also want to protect a little girl. If it was because of him that he laughed, it proved that he could do well. He is enough to protect weaker and weaker existences, and he is not reckless, willful, and arrogant in Bruce's mind, even as a child who is not qualified as Robin.

The stuffy little green bird wished he could hang on the edge of the flower pot and not move his nest, but it was impossible. The little red bird ruthlessly took him by the collar and left. The harmonious and friendly brotherhood also needs to be adjusted. If there are problems that cannot be solved by one fight, then fight more.

In the end, the two little birds who brawled and smashed the vase in Wayne Manor were caught by the old housekeeper, and they were all handed over to Bruce for further training.

Old Butler: It's my fault that you are too idle when you are full, so I will leave it to the same idle master to solve the problem.

Bruce: ...No, I have no leisure.

In the Batcave, Bruce looked at the photo he recorded in silence, Alfred stood beside him, but there was unresolved sorrow in his eyes, the old housekeeper sighed and persuaded his master, "You don't You should be so cautious and vigilant, after all, you know how soft and lovely Miss Sierra is."

Bruce stood there silently in his bat suit, and it took him a while to answer: "...I know." When he said this in a low voice, his face was hidden under the helmet, and no one could see his expression.

Sera has never concealed or deceived. They all know that she has the magical ability to take out a lot of candy. She can make laughing gas bombs, can shoot at the enemy, and maybe she has abilities that they don't know for the time being. , however none of this was intended to harm others.

She will give candy to anyone who will show her kindness, and will return every bit of tenderness and kindness she gets... She is also just a young child who has lost her home and loved ones most, if she can be normal Ordinary people, if she had beloved parents and relatives, who would abandon her and throw her into the care of a clown.

Batman looked up into Alfred's eyes, and of course he also saw the pain, which made him feel unspeakably sore, "No matter where she came from, where she will go—"

But here, at this time, no one will harm her.

This is the knight's oath.

Damian came down early to stay in the Batcave. He hid in a corner surrounded by shadows, leaning against the cold glass showcase, listening to the conversation between Batman and the butler, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.Suddenly, Batman, who was about to go on a night patrol, came over and touched his head, without saying anything, and without asking him why he was here.

When Batman jumped onto the stone statue of the gargoyle in the night, he vaguely sensed that some kind of conspiracy was brewing again in this city. One day emerges from the depths of the earth and rushes to the surface.

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There are tides in the soul, they pull him, they take him away, they bring him back.

Life is born in prison, and from the moment of birth, he is burdened with sin. In that dark, dirty and damp prison, when he loses everything, when he is in the midst of demons.

Defiled by the darkness, the soul twisted by killing began to awaken, he mastered the 'power', blood smeared his palms.

Will go to a darker and more lonely cage, in the tide between life and death, and the gray and hemp rats become neighbors and even food.

……

He stood there, a 'hero' among the villains.

In the end, only one person is his direction.

The author has something to say:

Hey, I'm going to start an update!That's right, these days, since I am guarding the doors of the two stores by myself, the updates will not be too frequent (I really didn't save the manuscript)

But when I apply for the list next week, I must be serious, no matter how busy I am, I will update the article!