[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

"What is this?" Dick pointed to the jar, an eyeball was soaked in the cloudy unknown liquid, "Your tool?"

Constantine lay back on the sofa, and the whole room looked messy. There were still a few newspapers lying on the floor, which were wet and stuck to the floor, but he seemed very comfortable: "That is the eyeball of a cursed witch in the eighteenth century." , I advise you not to touch it."

Wade asked: "This should be the address of the victim's family. Why are you here?"

Folders were already on the table in front of them.Dick said that he knew the man who appeared out of nowhere. Although Wade had never seen Constantine, he had read his cartoons. Since Dick said he knew him, it should be him.

"Then I have to ask your people," the other party pointed out, without putting down the cigarette and holding it between his fingers, "I don't care about man-made things."

Wade coughed a few times.He has no bad habit of smoking, so the smell of smoke is a bit choking.Constantine glanced at him, pressed the cigarette butt on the glass table and extinguished it.

"You mean someone changed addresses?" said Dick, lost in thought. "Who would do that?"

"I suggest you go to the next one now." He said, making a gesture of waving his hands, "This matter has nothing to do with me."

"It has something to do with you," Wade said suddenly, "That dagger. I saw it at an auction and it was bought. I heard that it was the angel blade that Lucifer fell into the sky and left in the world. And You said your name is Constantine, although the seller will not disclose your name, but if you have money, it is easy to check. It is you."

At first, he planned to buy the dagger, but when he found out that the buyer was Constantine, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Constantine looked at him lazily, and spoke with a British accent: "Sweetheart, are you from England?"

"...not counting, I stayed in England for a while when I was a child," Wade glanced at Dick, but the other party didn't respond, as if acquiescing, he answered, "My mother is British, and my father is American."

"Oh, good." Most people can't figure out what Constantine is thinking. He belongs to the most elusive type of fringe character. Wade didn't intend to hear anything from him, but the other party suddenly said, " You're in luck, I've always had a soft spot for people who speak English accents."

"I bought this dagger a month ago," Constantine touched the corner of his mouth with his hand, "It was intended to be used in a more suitable place, but a week ago, I met a pair of brothers who called themselves Wenche Ster, said that demon removal is a family business, and I cooperated with them to eliminate a demon, which felt a bit interesting, so I left the dagger to them."

"Winchester?" Dick repeated, glancing at Wade. "They are the suspects in this case."

Wade blinked, and Constantine smiled at him flirtatiously: "It seems that you know them?"

"No," he said the moment Dick looked over, "no, I don't know."

Both of them stared at him, and there was a moment of silence. Wade couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to surrender: "Okay, I know. Some time ago, it was the three of us who blew up Resa Manor. But I believe that this matter is not theirs." made."

"I believe it too," said Constantine, "so you'd better find the next one, and maybe you'll get some news there."

"But why did someone bring us here?" Dick muttered to himself, glanced at the document in his hand, tried hard to read the handwriting, and suddenly concentrated, "This is the handwriting left by the ballpoint pen."

Originally, the address was a note written after the investigation, and it was glued crookedly to the back of the eighth page. He didn't think much about why the edge of the first page was not neatly cut, and it could be regarded as frizzy and left on it.Now when he took a closer look, he found that the handwriting was very familiar. He had been teammates with someone for a while, so it was considered familiar——

It was written by Roy.Why did he leave this address?

"What's the use of this dagger?" Wade asked, "The angel blade... can kill angels and demons?"

Constantine glanced at him several times: "I thought you would first ask 'Are there really angels and demons in this world'."

"I used to be a citizen of Gotham," Wade said. "Don't underestimate the honest folk customs of Gotham. Nothing is unusual there."

Dick laughed at his words.

"He was right."

"Theoretically, you can kill any creature, including soulless ones." Constantine said frankly, maybe he was afraid of trouble, "In short, it's best not to let it stay in the police station."

"Got it," Dick said. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me," Constantine said, eyeing Wade several times. "You have to thank your little boyfriend."

Dick asked, "And what are these rituals for?"

"Resurrection of the dead," the man in the windbreaker scratched his finger on the photo, closed his eyes, "I can feel their breath. This is not a good thing."

"Are you going to take care of this?"

"Me?" Constantine laughed, pointing to himself, "Do I look like someone who likes trouble? Forget it, don't look for me."

Unable to ask any more questions, the two walked out of the room. Looking back, they saw that Constantine had turned off the light and hid himself in the darkness.

Wade couldn't help but said: "He is completely different from those superheroes."

"Of course, he's not a hero at all, that's not his usual tone," Dick glanced at him, reached into Wade's coat, took out a note, glanced at it, it was a phone number, and put it in himself In the pocket, "I took it."

What else can Wade say?

"As you please," he said, "Boss."

"Good soldier." Dick patted him on the shoulder cooperatively.

They got back in the car when Dick asked suddenly, "Peaches or apples?"

"...Apple." Wade didn't understand why, but he paused and asked again, "What do you like?"

"Peaches," Dick replied.

"What about the color?" he asked.

"blue."

They quickly moved on to the next house, and this time there were no more surprises.Before getting out of the car, Dick caught Wade's hand unexpectedly and stopped him from opening the door to get out of the car. He smiled and said, "Although I don't know how you met Winchester, since you said you believed They, then our judgment can be changed. Perhaps honesty is a necessary factor for the evolution of friends to another level of more profound relationship. Since I believe you, can you trust me a little more?"

Wade was a little surprised, he didn't know how Dick could see it.He concealed that he knew Winchester because he was afraid that Dick would doubt what he said, and instead asked himself Winchester's contact information. He thought he was good at hiding his emotions, but Dick could still see his hesitation, and he chose to do so in private. When the time is gentle and provocative, the tone is calm.

"But honesty is for both parties," Wade pointed out, "You can't expect everyone to have the energy to explore each other's secrets."

"I thought curiosity was the source of all stories?" Dick said. "People are different, like you like apples, I like peaches. But there is something in common, because you and I like blue. So Keeping some is good for each other, don't you think? Of course, according to the law of life, everything will return to the source in the end. What I said was doomed at the time of the Big Bang, so according to fate, concealment does not exist, Because in the beginning, everyone is a point of overlap, but now life is just two four-dimensional straight lines, and when two people meet, they will get what they want to know."

Wade smiled: "Are you implying me?"

Dick laughed too, his whole body was warm and energetic: "See what you think, idiot."

……

The middle-aged woman who came to open the door had red eye circles, looked haggard and dull, and seemed to have suffered a huge blow.As soon as he heard that Wade and Dick were from the Bluhaven Police Department, tears could not stop rolling down his face.

"I didn't expect Lily to be like this," she said with sobbing, "and died like this."

She invited Wade and them to sit on the small sofa in the living room, and made tea for them first.Wade noticed a framed photo on the table in the living room. The girl inside was smiling happily, completely unable to connect with the ashen face of the deceased in the case photo.Life is impermanent.The phone rang suddenly, and Lily's mother nodded to them apologetically, then went to the living room to answer the phone, only said a few words before hanging up.

After a while, Lily's mother brought the tea and put it on the table, indicating that they could drink it.

Dick picked up the teacup and blew on it, took a sip, and asked, "Can you tell us when Lily disappeared?"

Wade also imitated him and took a sip.

Lily's mother took a sip of her cup of tea and asked strangely, "Didn't someone come to your Bluhaven Police Station?"

Wade and Dick looked at each other, and Wade decided not to make a fuss first, so he asked, "We still have some details that are not very clear."

"Okay," the other party compromised, falling into painful memories again, sobbing a few times, "I had an argument with her on Friday morning, and she said she had had enough of it, so she burst out the door, and I Didn't expect it - it just happened, she pulled me, and then a small car came and hit her on the ground, so much blood... blood even splashed on me. My Lily, she I'm only 15 years old this year, why..."

Dick was surprised for a moment, and he quickly restrained his emotions. According to the summary of the case, Lily Shipley was clearly killed by a knife in the chest, not a car accident.

"Just to make sure," Wade said, "madam, is your daughter's name Lily Shipley?"

The other party was even more surprised than them: "Yes."

"Okay," Dick said calmly, "and then?"

"The car that caused the accident has not been caught yet, but Lily's body can't be left like this, so I sent her to the funeral home." Mrs. Shipley finally couldn't help but burst into tears again, "then the staff told me , her body is gone... How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world? Of course I hope Lily comes back to life, but how is it possible? They actually lost her body—"

Unable to ask for more information, Wade comforted her several times, and finally made her stop crying, and then walked to Dick, who was holding a file to read carefully.

Wade whispered: "What's going on? Didn't you say you died with a dagger?"

"Resurrection, rebirth," Dick said with a sullen face, "the police found such writing at the scene of the body, it was left by the murderer."

After hesitating for a moment, Wade said, "Did you notice the news last time? The rich man Burresa from the fraternity. An autopsy concluded that the other party had been dead for a week, and no one could explain why he still appeared. At the scene of the brotherhood, attack the guests present. Maybe there is really some evil force that brings the dead back to life."

Dick didn't speak for a while.

Wade thought hard and provided him with more information: "When you were in the World Trade Center that day, you rushed out and didn't know what happened behind. I found a suspected resurrected person in the ventilation duct, but the behavior was completely different. Reasonable, but maniacal laughter is the commonality of the two. I thought about it later and thought that they might be the same creation. And now Lily is resurrected, probably because of the same reason."

Dick said "hmm" and said: "Konstantin told us that the angel blade can kill soulless creatures. If the Winchester brothers really took the dagger, it is likely that the other party was acting in self-defense instead." After that, he turned around, walked towards Mrs. Shipley who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, leaned over and said softly: "Madam, can you tell us which funeral home Lily sent to?"

"Of course," the other party said, Wade keenly felt that something was wrong, she seemed to have changed suddenly, and the resentment could hardly be concealed, and this resentment was directed at them, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, enough gone."

Before he understood the meaning of this sentence, he saw Dick fall down suddenly.He realized at once that there was something in the tea, but it was too late.His vision gradually blurred, and he could only see the other party getting closer and closer to him. Wade wanted to touch the pistol in his coat, but before he could put his hand in his pocket, his vision went dark and he fell heavily to the ground. The world becomes dark.

……

Wade took the little girl's hand and walked on the road.She walked very slowly, limping, as if injured, her face was covered with bruises and her arms were swollen.

"I'll carry you on my back." Wearing a police uniform, he leaned over and touched her head. "You're not very comfortable, are you?"

"I can," she said stubbornly, "thank you, officer."

Wade was very worried about her, but in order to take care of her emotions, he still didn't do what he wanted.They walked down a street, and the little girl's expectant eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the ice cream shop. Wade knew her desire just by looking at it.

"Wait for me here," he said, and walked quickly to the dessert shop, bought a vanilla-flavored cone, and put it in her hand, "Eat it."

She seemed to want to refuse, but she really couldn't resist the child's nature. She took a tentative bite, and then immediately covered her mouth: "It's so cold. Can sweet things be cold too?"

"It's always like that in life," Wade said. "You'll understand when you grow up."

"I really don't want to go home, please," she said, "my mother can only smoke weed, my father will beat me when he is drunk, sometimes he will pull my hair against the wall, and my mother will pinch me .I can't stand it. I'm going to die. Please, Officer Blake. You're a good man, a very, very good man. So please don't send me home, I'm going to die."

Wade is like a bystander, he can't stop himself from saying what he once said, he wants to scream, he wants to punch his past self in the face, he wants to scream, but he's trapped in a transparent glass Here, it was like watching a movie with a doomed ending. He couldn’t change anything at all. The people in the picture passed through his body, and he couldn’t feel his existence. He touched the little girl’s head: “I know. But I still I have to send you back, because the outside world will be even worse. How about leaving that home when you grow up a bit?"

The little girl's eyes dimmed, and when she heard Wade's last words, her eyes lit up: "What if they don't let me go?"

"At that time, you will be an adult, and the police will not allow them to disturb you."

"you promise?"

"I promise," Wade said, "you'll be very happy."

"You are a liar." Wade, who was on the sidelines, shouted to himself, giving up on himself, decadent and suffering, and hoarse, "It's all your fault through and through."

But she couldn't wait until she grew up and left home... She couldn't wait, her life ended abruptly in the summer of 13 years old, all because of Wade's wrong decision.

The news he got was that when he went back that afternoon, the other party had completely stopped breathing because of the three-hour beating by his drunken father and marijuana-addicted mother. All Wade could see was a cold corpse.All his promises, all his oaths, were a complete joke.He was the one who took him home, and at the door, this petite girl stood on tiptoe and hugged him and said, "Thank you, officer." What did he do?He sent the child back to hell, to death.

He couldn't forget all of this, and it was all his fault.

If there is any punishment, Wade is willing to accept.He was willing to suffer for this girl whom he had only met once.

……

"Wake up," came Dick's voice, vague and hazy, but like a ray of light piercing through Wade's dream, driving away all the pain, "Wake up!"

The voice suddenly pulled him out of the drowning-like suffocating dream. He opened his eyes with difficulty and took a deep breath. Dick was beside him, leaning against his shoulders, showing a hint of anxiety on his face. Seeing that he finally woke up, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is this?" He asked, still a little dizzy.

Dick sighed. "We've been tricked. That woman obviously knows everything." After a pause, he continued, "Don't drink tea from a stranger next time."

"I only drank it when I saw you drinking it." He explained the facts.

"I didn't, idiot," Dick said helplessly. "I just pretended to let her bring us here. I wrote down the approximate location. This is the suburb of Bluehaven. If I'm not mistaken, it's the Chilbal Funeral Home."

"Okay, I won't do it next time." He admitted his mistake sincerely, "Then what about... the woman who brought us here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pulled open, revealing a little sunlight.Wade's eyes almost burst into tears from the sudden light, and Dick turned sideways, blocking him further inside, so that the light did not shine directly on him.

Wade took the opportunity to observe the environment here, the old and dirty floor, with moldy black spots occasionally distributed on it, exuding a disgusting smell as a whole.Boards were scattered around the corners, with burn marks on the edges.It was no longer within his line of sight if he looked further in, but he could already conclude that this should be the place where the corpses were burned.

"I didn't intend to do anything to you at first," she said coldly, "but when I was pouring tea, someone called me and told me that you have already suspected me. There is no other way but first Be strong."

"What are you going to do?" Wade asked, "You have to die to understand, okay?"

Mrs. Shipley paused, and then said, "Want to be clever?"

"We've been tied up, so what else can we do?" Dick said, showing a depressed and depressed expression, "Even if you are smart, you will find out. I hope you can finish your sentence, so that you can survive for a while at least. I believe , you are not going to refuse this little request, are you?"

"You're stalling for time?" she asked warily, "Really?"

"No one knows better than you that it doesn't make sense," Dick added.

"You're right about that," Mrs. Shipley said, with undisguised gloating. "The Bluhaven Police Department is too busy to take care of itself. Who cares about the disappearance of two policemen?"

Wade immediately realized that if someone broke into the police station and caused trouble, it must be because of the dagger that Constantine reminded him of.He tilted his head and glanced at Dick, and sure enough, the other's expression was not relaxed.

"My Lily, she's only 15 years old, so young, so cute—" she said full of hatred, "She shouldn't die, it should be those useless Broughhaven police officers, the rich hit-and-run Brother son, he is clearly the murderer, but he was able to suppress the murder silently, all because of money, I can see it clearly, in this world, only I really care about my Lily."

"So you brought her back to life as a half-human monster?" Dick said. "That's what you like?"

Mrs. Shipley became furious: "Shut up, I saved her and brought her back from hell, she should be grateful to me."

She ignored Dick, circled around the two, and suddenly approached Wade nervously. The latter stepped back subconsciously, but she grabbed his shoulder and said, "I know you, you appeared on TV, And rich too."

She took out a knife and scratched the back of Wade's hand. The latter held back and didn't make any sound. Soon blood oozed from the back of his hand.She failed to hear the expected scream, and was dissatisfied and prepared to continue the action.

But Dick suddenly said: "I am the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, you must have heard his name. I can ask him to give you how much money you want, as long as you let us go."

This sentence immediately succeeded in irritating her, but this was what Dick wanted, and she turned to Dick with a fierce look on her face: "You think everyone is willing to take money from you rich people?"

"But didn't you accept the other party's compensation?" Wade said.

He actually didn't know the real situation of this matter, he just tentatively guessed, and sure enough, he guessed right, because the other party immediately became extremely angry.

"That's because I have to use the money to pay off my debts," she said sharply, "otherwise how would I survive? If Lily hadn't quarreled with me that day and didn't want to give me the tuition, how could there have been so many troubles?" ? So this is what I deserve!"

She became obsessed with gambling and incurred huge debts for it.And how do these two rich kids understand how it feels to have no money?The more she thought about it, the more resentful she became, and the eyes she looked at the two became more and more fierce.

"You're trying to keep her alive and continue to be your slave, not really loving her," Dick said, successfully turning her distraction away from Wade, her rage rising and her continued focus on Wade, which is very important to her. The latter is very bad, so Dick decided to share some information, "I read the analysis of the corpse, and there were many bruises on her body, indicating that she had been subjected to domestic violence for a long time. And the week before, we received a call from the police, and the police That's Lily Shipley, who's accusing you of forcing minors into prostitution."

"How dare she do this?" She screamed, cursing Lily in circles, but soon, her emotions calmed down strangely, showing a nasty smile, "So what?"

"You killed the remaining girls?"

"Yeah," the nearly-mad woman giggled, "I have to make sure Lily comes back to life. So is it weird to have someone to experiment with?" In her eyes, these girls were like the little ones she was experimenting with. Like mice.

"She came back to life." Wade affirmed, "You succeeded."

"Yes," Mrs. Shipley's eyes became bitter again, "but two young men who don't know where they came from, they called themselves the Bluehaven police, took a dagger and killed my Lily again."

Probably the Winchester brothers.Constantine did not lie to them about it, indeed, he gave them the dagger.And the Winchesters, following the Oddity, will try to stop it.

"You still want her to come back to life?"

"That's right," she said, "she has to serve me even after she dies, she was born to me, and I can do whatever I want."

Wade could barely contain his anger.He thought of the little girl again, the girl who reappeared in his dream, her body was taken back by her family in name, and then the organs that were still in good condition were disassembled and sold on the black market, draining the last of her life. portion value.He went to the door, and the moment he opened the door, he punched her father directly, but was dismissed because of this, and had to reflect at home for a month.

"Of course, she was hurt by the dagger, my poor Lily," she said in a sympathetic manner, "so I have to test the ratio of the spring water on you first, so that my Lily can return to her mother safely."

She took out a small bottle, and Wade and Dick recognized it almost immediately. It was the bottle they saw in the World Trade Center.Same as that one, with thick green mist rolling inside, like a living creature, lurking evilly.It seems that there is indeed a connection before, and Wade's inference is correct, everything is controlled by a big hand.

Madam Shipley stopped talking nonsense, she picked up the knife, aimed at Wade's heart, and was about to stab it hard.

At the nick of time, Wade bent his knees and called out, "Dick!"

The policeman whose name was called by him did not hesitate, broke away from the rope, slashed at her wrist with one hand, and shook the knife off.He had already broken free from the rope, and he pretended to be stopped just to get more clues. When he heard Wade calling him, he immediately reacted and directly stopped the woman's actions.He jumped up, nimble and vigorous, with light steps. Mrs. Shipley retreated hastily. He took a step forward, easily twisted her wrist, pulled her behind, and suppressed her.

"Tell us, who gave you this!" he demanded.

Wade also broke free from the rope, stepped forward to pick up the small bottle that fell to the ground, and put it in his pocket.

"It's good for both of us to say it," Dick continued. "The other party has misled you, and the person who came back to life has completely turned into a monster. It's not good for you to hide it. Who is the person who called you?" who!"

"I won't tell you," she said with her head down. "There's no way to survive..."

Suddenly, she paused and made a whooping sound, unable to control her actions.

She struggled violently under the pressure of Dick, who could hardly stop her violent movements. She screamed and laughed, but her eyes showed horror: "He found it, he found it!"

"What did you find?" Wade asked immediately.

"I'm worthless," she said, trembling, unable to hold back the laughter in her mouth, unable to shake out complete sentences, "No, don't—"

The next moment, her joints cracked and cracked, screams mixed with laughter, and her limbs gradually twisted into strange shapes, but she couldn't continue—because Dick found a piece of wood that hadn't been burned enough, and pointed at her. pierced his heart.Everything was like the ebbing tide of the sea, she lost her movement and fell limply, Dick let go of her hand, and she fell to the ground.Waves of dark, stale blood gushed out of his body.Wade once again noticed the living creature writhing in the blood, which looked more obvious, and it was a thread-like worm that was almost fused with the blood.

"Have you brought a small bottle?" Wade asked, "Bags are fine too."

Dick didn't know why, but he still found a small transparent bag from his pocket that he didn't know when he put it in: "This is what I used to put sugar in, is it okay?"

"You still eat candy?"

Dick stretched out his index finger and shook him: "This question is beyond the outline, and I refuse to answer it."

Wade snickered, got down on his knees, picked up a wriggling bug with the corner of his clothes, carefully kept it from touching his skin, and put it into a small pocket.

"Take it back for analysis," Wade took out the small bottle from his pocket, handed it to Yeyi together, and told him, "Don't let this bug touch you, I feel very weird."

Dick took it carefully: "Got it."

"I got a piece of information," Dick said to Wade, who stood back to where he was again. "The moment she transformed, she was already infected, and she was not a normal person. She was dead long ago, but she didn't know what to do." Know."

Based on the results of the laboratory analysis, Dick combined his own investigation and found that it was a mixture of clown's laughing gas, semi-finished Lazarus spring water, and a virus.This shows that no matter who is behind the scenes, it is absolutely inseparable from the clown.

The other party had escaped from Arkham prison for some days, and they had no way of knowing whether he was instigating this matter.The reason why Batman didn't notice Robin's small movements was that something else caught his action-he was looking for traces of the clown, and this time, the criminal disappeared from everyone's sight again.

For him, silence often means storm.

He pointed to her dark blouse, and said succinctly: "It's all blood. When she approached me just now, I thought it was someone else's blood. Now I can be sure that it's hers."

"When did she die?"

"Before tea, because she must have had this liquid in her tea," Dick said. "Someone killed her while she was on the phone."

"But why didn't you notice it?"

"This situation is very complicated..."

"Come on, I want to know," Wade said. "I really want to."

"Well," Dick compromised, "it was supposed to be tea time. Someone mixed this liquid with another caustic liquid, so she was dying and resurrecting, with her upper body rotting away, I didn't notice it myself."

"How do you know so much?" Wade asked again, "Who gave you the information."

"You have a lot of questions today." Dick evaded, "We need to go to the Broughhaven Police Station now, I suspect it must be a mess."

"Is it Nightwing?"

Dick's eyes wandered, and he finally compromised: "...Yes, he is my good friend."

Wade nodded on the surface, and secretly smiled in his heart: "Okay."

Dick's cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out of the back pocket of the police uniform, held it in front of him, waved it proudly at Wade, and said, "She's so unprofessional, the phone was never searched."

"You should be glad she's unprofessional."

Dick nodded solemnly: "That's right, I reflect on myself." He glanced at the phone screen, mouthed "the police station" to Wade, then connected the phone, put it to his ear, and reported the situation here Condition.

When he finally hung up the phone, Wade asked, "How's the situation?"

"They'll come and clean it up. As for the police station, the four masked vigilantes who fell from the sky solved the whole trouble," Dick flashed the faces of the extrajudicial team and his other two younger brothers in his mind, "I don't know, what the hell are they doing?" What are you busy with?"

It looked like Roy knew all about it, knew that Dick was going to be with Wade, and purposely leaked some of that information to them, asking them to help out by the way.

"Busy to save the world." Wade answered.

"There's also bad news. The vigilantes dealt with the criminals who came to grab the evidence, and then took the evidence away." Dick laughed dryly, "So now they don't know how to evaluate the whole thing."

"Leave it to the media," the news headline "Bluhaven's new rich man cheats on the mysterious vigilante" flashed in Wade's mind, "...they have always been eloquent."

They went out, and in front of the car, Dick opened the car door, put away the small bag of bugs and the bottle of green mist, then suddenly reached out and took Wade's hand, frowning, "You're bleeding."

"It's all scabbed." Wade tried to pull back, but the other party grabbed his hand, lowered his head and blew, then raised his head and smiled at him, "Guess what I'm doing?"

"Magic?" Wade joked.

"It's true to say that, with my magic blessing, it will definitely recover soon." Dick smiled, as warm as himself, with the freshness and softness of the mud after the light rain, "I want to say, you were in a coma before, you have been in a coma for a long time. I'm apologizing."

"Do I?" Wade retorted.But he knew in his heart that this might be the truth, that memory had troubled him for a long time, at the beginning, it even tormented his mind day and night.

"Of course, you don't want to say it, but everyone has their most painful and regretful memories in their hearts, and I'm not going to force you to tell them, because I have such emotions myself," Dick said, "But I can tell you that if Need to talk, I am willing to be your trash can, tree hole, and confidant senior at any time."

"You have a lot of nicknames for yourself," Wade said, hinting at something, but finally he smiled. "Thank you, Dick."

"Everyone has two sides—" Dick hesitated, kicking the stones under his feet, "including me."

He used to be Robin, Batman's sidekick.Now it's Nightwing, Guardian of Bruhaven.He is a policeman in Bloomhaven at work and the eldest of three younger brothers in his daily life.He struggles to balance his boundaries between superhero and ordinary life, and inevitably, unexpected situations confuse the two.

He has more than two sides, but no matter which part of him he is Dick Grayson, it is an inseparable part of his life. It is difficult for him to explain his identity to anyone. Dick can only say that he will always be Dick Grayson, He'll be who the other side needs him to be, and that's what he thinks.

"You don't have to deliberately force yourself to tell me and explain to me. I can wait until you think the time is right. Because this is not something that can be done overnight. Everything in life is as you said, regardless of you and me. It's quite complicated. Wade stopped him and didn't force him to continue, and imitated his previous tone jokingly, "Of course, I can also be the trash can, tree hole, and considerate junior of the handsome and righteous Police Officer Grayson."

"Don't talk like me," said Dick.

"Don't learn how to speak from me."

He wants to learn.

Dick put on an angry expression, but he gave up after pretending for less than half a second. He took a step forward and hugged Wade. Staggered, took a few steps back to stabilize.

It wasn't the first time they hugged, but back then he was Nightwing, the vigilante masked vigilante, and now, he's just a Bluhaven cop Dick Grayson with the right to follow his heart, Make some moves.They cuddled for about half a minute, maybe an hour...?Completely oblivious to the time until Dick let go of him, Wade glanced at his watch. Less than five seconds had passed, but strangely, it seemed to be stretched out.

"It's six o'clock in the afternoon," Dick glanced at his watch, "it's off-duty time, we don't need to go to the police station."

"so what?"

"So we should each go home now and get ready."

"Preparing for what?" He was confused.

"Come on, Wade," Dick shook his head, "we're going to have dessert tonight, forget?"

Wade finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "You're kidding, how could I forget?"