Win Wayne

Gotham is a city of dark clouds and thick fog.

Damian has been back in Gotham for years, but he's still more used to the bright sun and dry air.The fog in Gotham always makes him feel like he is acting in water. Of course, as a former top assassin and current Robin, adapting to combat methods in various environments is a basic skill. This small climate difference is important to him. Said it couldn't interfere at all.

However, his experience of the surrounding environment is indeed more sensitive than the native brother.

So when he was wandering in Gotham late at night, the subtle difference between night fog and dew caught Damian's attention:

They are strange and obscure, and Damian can't tell what this feeling is, but just by sensing their existence, he can feel the terrifying danger surging in the mist.

Primal and unfamiliar fear bound his limbs like thin vines.

Shouldn't go any further.

Shouldn't look any further.

Should not feel.

Damian flinched at the moment when he didn't realize the fear, and then he came back to his senses, but felt ashamed and angry because of his shrinking.He vigilantly hid his body in the shadows, mobilizing all his experience in dealing with the enemy, especially the experience in dealing with those "supernatural events"...

Magic is mysterious, but all magic follows this common rule: the truth is always close at hand, but magic cleverly hides them behind appearances.

Everything he sees now, what is the appearance and what is the truth?

Damian suppressed his fear and anxiety and searched for what he could use, any tools or doubts that would allow him to determine the status quo and understand the predicament. However, the progress of the search did not increase with the passage of time, the horror On the contrary, the pressure increased with time, gradually becoming stronger to the point that it was difficult for Damian to control his body.

The most frightening thing is that Damian still hasn't figured out what happened, he doesn't know anything about his current situation.

He has been ignorant of the status quo for a long time.This is not something that just happened tonight.

Ever since Wendy disappeared, his father and the others have been trying their best to find Wendy's traces. Damian chose to stand on the sidelines at first, but now he can't get involved even if he wants to participate... Don't get me wrong, he is very concerned about finding Wendy. There is no strong craving.

But as part of the family, he resented the situation where he was the only one left out.

Obviously, Wendy's dissatisfaction is also because she feels isolated, and every time she runs away from home, it will bring great turmoil within the family.

Damian didn't understand why, after running away from home so many times, his father and the others would still feel restless because of Wendy's leaving again.

Even he is used to this, but his father and the others seem to never be able to get used to it.

But running away from home this time is indeed different from the past. This time, no one knows where Wendy went, not even the father who personally sent Wendy out of Gotham.

Since it was said that it was his father who sent Wendy away from Gotham, here is another thing that Damian couldn't understand.

Of the ten times Wendy ran away from home, at least five times it was Batman himself who sent her off.

Damian is quite clear that neither the mother's side nor the father's side can be regarded as a family with universal significance, but at least the mother's side has a clear system and exact hierarchy. Compared with the father's side, it is really outrageous .

What Wendy thinks aside, what does father think?

Since we can accurately locate Wendy's location, why not just bring her back instead of doing something inexplicable?

Especially Wendy herself is not satisfied with such "indulgence".

She was obviously even more unhappy, but she calmed down while being unhappy, and was able to make choices and actions based on reason.

Damian was in a daze, and didn't realize that the strong sense of terror was gradually weakening, and he didn't realize how weird it was that he could think of these things at this time. Even if he looked carefully, it wasn't his habit to wander out in the middle of the night. The way he chose to relax - Damian couldn't think of anything at the moment, he just relaxed slowly and began to understand the specific situation around him.

He had already walked into the gray mist without knowing it.

This gray mist does not seem to be different from ordinary mist. The biggest difference is the smell. Ordinary mist smells like dust, and when you walk in it, you can feel the water mist slowly soaking through your skin.

But this gray mist is not. It smells devoid of smell, and there is no dampness caused by water vapor. It has nothing in common with mist except that it looks like mist.

Damian doesn't think it's fog at all, and the closer he gets into the thing the more he's convinced of it.

Dazzling lights were scattered from the top of the head, and it was impossible to see where those light tubes were hidden in the gray fog. The surroundings were bright like day, and it was not the day of Gotham—the day of Gotham never appeared like this The dazzling sunlight, even the lights in Gotham seem weak, it is difficult to compete with the pervasive darkness.

However, in this light and mist, there are gradually gentle laughter and conversations.

The hem of the skirt rolls indistinctly not far away, and gradually disappears, covered by light gray; the multi-faceted jewels are shining, but the light is only flashing; Polished and polished shoe uppers...

An assassin always needs to accurately grasp the surrounding situation. Of course, Damian has no lack of experience in attending luxurious dinner parties. He can accurately remember every person, every attendant and every unknown detail in the banquet. However, at that time he had enough time to understand and remember one by one, but the crowd in the gray fog appeared suddenly.

The huge amount of information fell on the head without any buffer.

Like a deaf person who has been living in silence thrown into a rock parade scene, the turbulent sound waves, lights and crowds made Damian dizzy, and he staggered back, trying to hide in a corner where he could feel safe , I seemed to bump into something in my panic——

"Be careful," said the man he hit.

This sound pierced Damian's eardrums until it reached the depths of his brain. Before he heard the specific content of this sentence, some kind of strange warning had already made Damian feel like a kitten caught in its stamina. Same body stiff.

If anyone can see this scene, they will be surprised and praise Damian: the fact is that the stress response of the small animal's eyes widening and hair blowing in extreme fear just caters to human aesthetics.

Damian's current performance can't be more standard.

The person who was hit lightly stroked Damian's chin and let out a pleasant low laugh.It was only now that Damian could clearly distinguish the moving part of this voice-can humans really make this sound?

The alarm of fear still screamed in Damian's mind, but the other party's low laugh turned the piercing siren into the chirping of birds. Of course, the sound of the siren still made people irritated, but at the same time they also changed It is very moving and full of charm.

Just like this man he bumped into.

Damian took a slow breath.

The cold air filled his lungs, bringing a bit of coolness and clarity, as if it also wiped away the heat in Damian's mind.

Or maybe it made him hotter.

"Have you lost your way?" The other party said again, "You can get lost in your own city, what a delicate little bird."

He didn't wait for Damian to look back, and he walked around gently in front of Damian.

The man's appearance was completely beyond Damian's expectations: pale skin, red and moist lips that seemed to have just been smeared with blood, black hair drooping tamely around his cheeks, the texture was reminiscent of silk with excellent drape .

His pupils were red, and if it weren't for Damian's excellent observation skills, he might have regarded that thick blood red as pure black.

Can humans have such a pair of eyes?

Damie stared at those eyes safely and intently, and actually felt a kind of absurd joy in such staring, the joy of being watched, the joy of being completely seen through, as if there is no privacy in front of the other party, the joy of being completely naked... …There is great horror in this joy, but the pain makes the joy more turbulent and sweeter, like a person who is dying of thirst in the desert tastes the bitter water.

No, Damian, calm down, this is not right...but what's wrong?Why not just keep looking at him?Before experiencing such happiness, Damian couldn't have imagined that he could be happy to such an extent. He was so happy that the blissful bliss engulfed his senses, and he no longer needed anything other than happiness...

No!Damian!calm!

He is calm.He is very calm.He has self-control, and it is in self-control that he pursues that pleasure, and he sinks into it of his own volition.

There is no struggle here, the so-called struggle of falling, of being seduced by demons... no struggle, never earned...

"Come back to your senses." The person he hit said, "Little bird."

Damian suddenly shuddered, and he blurted out: "Who are you? Where is Wendy? What did you do to her?"

After asking these questions, he was shocked by his first reaction. Why could he conclude that the other party had something to do with Wendy's disappearance?What made him connect the other party with Wendy?It's hard to say, it's probably a kind of temperament, a kind of premonition, a kind of weird resonance that does exist in the other party and Wendy.

"You have too many questions," the other said, "but I can answer you."

Damian took a few steps back, wanting to look directly at the other party, but didn't dare to look directly at the other party.Of course he would not admit his cowardice. After a brief hesitation, he put his eyes on the other party's chin and said, "I'm listening."

"Wendy is in another world, and I fulfilled her wish: leave here, and erase the traces of her departure." The other party's voice was unhurried, "Usually when I fulfill other people's wishes, I will charge a certain amount of money. Same time."

Damian shivered in a cloud of pain and pleasure.

"What did you take?"

"Sane." The other said softly, "I like her mental state, so I kept her broken... She has a very charming quality that will attract certain groups of people. They have tried to seduce her. But only me Being able to sculpt her so finely that it neither drives her crazy nor makes her 'normal'."

"Hallucinations." Damian's voice trembled, "You mean her hallucinations."

"It's always like this." The other party showed a pitiful smile out of Damian's sight, "Someone sees reality that you can't see, and you say this person is crazy."