[Zhongyingmei] Crowdfunding a heroine

Gotham rich Wayne and Batman have the same beautiful blue eyes.

If Batman's blue eyes are like eternal icebergs, then the eyes of Brucey, the flower of Gotham, are the shattered ice floating in a blue cocktail, gently shaking and spitting out sweet bubbles.

This seems like a rich kid soaked in honey, and all the tabloids are trying to prove it, but does anyone really spend their days and nights obsessed with having fun while their parents are dead?Since Nat's understanding of the barrenness of humanity, he felt Bruce's presence was beyond his comprehension.

But he seemed like a nice guy, and Bruce was said to be participating in the charity auction, and Lennart stared at the man as he walked into the hotel, grinning under his black helmet.

—He is really a good guy, he has a heart of gold.

Yes, Lennart's perspective is not right, or, in other words, he has the ability to distinguish good from evil just by meeting him.

For example, Copperpot's heart is dark, but Batman's heart emits a gentle and bright light at night. He likes these stories.

But not all golden hearts have to win the favor of Lenat. There are more than one golden heart, yes, but he prefers those full of vitality, as if there is a place that must be reached, a dream that must be fulfilled, and dedication. Things to do... In comparison, the ordinary black-hearted Samuel and the ordinary gray-hearted Captain Marx are very boring, and they are his last resorts.

Lenat likes stories, and other people's stories, as if he has gained their spiritual body, and he has a goal and a future.

A person with a golden heart strives to grow towards the sun even though he is born in darkness.

He entered through the back door of the hotel, and did not bring a yacht with him. The wires ejected from his body allowed him to move on any uneven surface. He climbed up to three floors, and then took down the window and got in.

When Bruce pushed away the female companion beside him and said he wanted to change clothes, he met the child holding the steering wheel in the toilet cubicle.

The boy's black helmet was very obvious, and Bruce almost confirmed that he was the weird guy who appeared at the pier yesterday. When he got close to him, he tilted his head, compared Bruce's neck with the steering wheel, and said in a hoarse child voice: "Don't move! Kidnap !"

Bruce had a strange expression on his face. He grabbed the steering wheel and spotted the Gold Cup logo on it with his sharp eyes. What should the other party have backed up? He thought calmly, but what would Baby Bruce do in this situation?

Bruce: "There's no need to come after me if you want my autograph, kid."

He seemed drunk and said, "Where is the sign? On the steering wheel?"

The boy looked dissatisfied, and just when Bruce was guarding against him, he spoke again, his voice mixed with the sharpness of a child and the strangeness of metal friction, like a little devil leading people to hell: "Signed by me Put it on the helmet, but I don't have a pen."

Of course Bruce brought it with him. He calmly took out a marker and approached him. The other party was very quiet and even seemed docile. He was squatting on the toilet seat and lowered his head towards Bruce. To be honest, the black writing on the black helmet would not have been written by Bruce himself. He was not even sure there were words there, and while writing, he said, "Don't you need to take off your helmet?"

While he was asking, the boy stretched out his hand to Bruce's chest. Although he was wearing a special body armor under the suit, Batman froze for a moment, and then he heard the boy say, "You have to live well."

Nat thought: I left you to Dora... You must live well.

His Dora should have a sweet and gentle heart.

Lainate felt a little regretful again: "Gotham is so dangerous, why do you stay in Gotham?"

This rich man is not without money. He can skateboard with beauties on the beach on the east coast against the sea breeze, swoop down from the ski slopes of Zermatt, Switzerland, and take away the most beautiful women under the most beautiful sunshine. Girl, he didn't have a happy childhood. Does he think his children will have a happy life in Gotham?This city seems to be rotten to the bone, everyone is proud of their sins, and the flowers that bloom in the dirty blood will wither in the dirty blood sooner or later.

Bruce was silent for a moment, which tinted his beautiful blue eyes with an inexplicable color, and he knew that when he looked down as he signed, he saw the boy's back reflecting the metallic silver light under the light jumper.

Thank God Nat at least knew a little bit of skin, but obviously Bruce was thinking wrongly, and when he finished signing, the boy broke away, seemed to be just asking casually, not expecting to get an answer, and started looking for the window to try next. leave.

Before that, Bruce put his hands under his armpit and picked him up. This rich man obviously has two adopted sons, but he doesn't seem to be very good at holding children, and his posture is a little stiff.

Gotham outside the window is still shrouded in drizzle. It is clearly daytime, Gotham is always raining, and everything is smudged in the wet vapor, including injuries and deaths.

Lenat: "?"

After doing it himself, Bruce confirmed that the child in his arms was abnormal. His hand was definitely not human in terms of touch and weight, but more like a machine with a humanoid shell. It felt cold to the touch. He pushed Bruce and asked, "Do you want kidnap me?"

——What kind of strange offensive and defensive reversal is this?

Baby Brucey seemed to find nothing, and said in that sweet tone: "Son, I just want to talk to your parents. It's not a cute way to besiege me in the toilet to ask for an autograph."

"Who is your guardian?"

As he spoke, he carried the "little fan" and walked out. The little fan's hand was still pressed on his chest. Brucey was holding Lenat, and Lenat was holding the steering wheel. The boy looked like an adult He sighed pretentiously: "My guardian... is a crazy woman named Lena."

In the next second, the ventilation duct directly above Bruce opened suddenly, and the cold wind rushed out. Lennart bounced the wire in an instant, hoisted himself into the ventilation duct, and then "snapped", the cover came back again. closed.

The waiter who was waiting not far away rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see a child in Mr. Wayne's arms, but suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Wayne smiled at him, and the waiter smiled back. The rich man strode out, hugged his girlfriend and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then got into his luxury car.

"It's early today?" Mr. Butler, who is also the driver, asked, "Did something happen?"

"Meet a child... Ah Fu," Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, "he doesn't seem right."

……

Something's wrong with the kid, Lennart, who gets a call from Copperpot.

He sat on the bench and flipped through the Gotham newspapers of the day, perfunctorily yelling at the other side of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he casually threw the newspaper into the trash can and was about to leave when he found a bouquet of roses lying gently aside.He could almost imagine that the owner of the bouquet bent down carefully when throwing away the flowers, and placed them gently on the ground, so that none of the flowers looked messy. They sucked the full water vapor, and they were full of beauty towards the golden glow in the sky.

What's the point of being more careful... discarding is discarding.

The flower branch was soaked in yesterday's rain, moist and radiant, and Lennart took the most beautiful one out of it, it was cut off the extra thorns, and it lay delicately in the boy's palm.

The wind came suddenly, the sky, the clouds scattered and changed, and the sun shone through the clouds. Lennart lifted the flower and threw it high, and then watched it being blown by the breeze and rolling down into the sewage.

The boy picked up the stained rose again and inserted it into the seam of his chest, a little crimson emerged from his neckline.

"Go to Arkham, how about it?" Following his words, the white bench beside him changed silently, he put on the large black windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair, and followed without saying a word.

……

Gotham is really a very interesting city. She is as beautiful as a ball of fire in the daytime. The old Gothic buildings and the new viaduct are harmonious and unified. The traffic flow is not sparse. As the sun shifts, the tall buildings reflect the The light was also changing. Two stray cats strolled by, and then they were stopped by the red light together with Lainate. Lainate pushed the "yacht", and the other party opened a huge black umbrella and raised his arms. Shadows enveloped the boy and the cat together.

Even though Nat was dressed so strangely, passers-by would turn their faces away when they glanced at him.The crowd was indifferent and at ease. He turned his head. The man in the green suit was leaning against the corner. His expression was hard to see against the light. He seemed to have sensed Lennet's gaze. Shines brightly in low light.

After the next truck drove by, the man just disappeared around the corner.

"what?"

Lennart changed his mind, and Arkham would not suddenly run away with long legs.

How did this man in the green suit achieve the instant disappearance technique? Is he running after the car?Or did he fall into the manhole cover?

"Yacht, let's go after him."

The tall humanoid machine lifted the boy up, crossed the traffic and rushed to the opposite side of the road without hesitation. Several cars were forced to brake. Holding the head of the yacht, the other hand protects the rose on his chest.

The boy pressed his finger on the white paper pasted on the wall and read out the sentence: "Let's guess a riddle?"

"Wow—" he said affirmatively, "I really like Gotham."

The author has something to say:

My manuscript is about to disappear, but I took advantage of the few days when I had the manuscript to plant a full-color hydrangea in the game =v=

本不打，人不杀，一天到晚绣球花，种完绣球搓山楂。感谢在2020-05-2910：35：29～2020-05-3011：37：25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fish blowing bubbles;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of Glasya; 1 bottle of Gray Summer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!