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

"What were you thinking?" Dick asked, and Wade came back to himself.

"Nothing," he said.

They were standing outside the door, and the snow was falling so hard that it was hard for Dick to come out with him and play foolishly in the snow.In fact, Wade didn't know why he chose to come out, the living room was very warm, everything was warm orange light, the berries were bright red, and the sweet fragrance in the air reminded people of all good things.The atmosphere was peaceful, and he was also infected, and even a little sleepy, but suddenly, he became anxious, and the warmth just went away from him.

——Wade suddenly recalled his abnormality.

He watched the flickering firelight, and the aroma of burning pine should have made him calmer, but it hadn't.

Dick thought that all the troubles that day were solved by Lucifer's actions, but Wade couldn't explain why, he saw a different scene from Tim and Artemis.

They thought it was lights, which would go out one by one.But an intuition from nowhere told him that those were not lights, but the "vitality" sucked away by Lucifer.The corpses are inanimate, but they behave like living people because the water of Lazarus briefly gave them life.Those star-like things are a kind of embodiment, and a voice in Wade's heart tells him that it is "vitality", or in other words, soul fragments.

Is he resurrected?

Is all this just a fantasy?It was he who made up everything in his head.

Opening his eyes the next moment, will he return to the border of the Styx again?

When Wade woke up from the river Styx, what he saw was this kind of light, continuous in a straight line, almost turning the entire dark river into a silver belt.So when he stood on the cliff, he suddenly went into a trance.He dared not jump down, fearing that he would fall into the icy river again.

"You're shaking," Dick observed him, walked up to Wade, and pulled the scarf for him, "You're not very good at tying a scarf."

"I'm not an expert," he said.

Dick laughed. "You're in luck. I'm pretty good at it, and I'm happy to help."

With his slender fingers, he flexibly untied the knot of Wade's scarf, and then took it off.The neck was suddenly exposed to the cold air, and Wade couldn't help shrinking back.Quickly, Dick rewrapped the warm scarf twice, then crossed it and tied it in a beautiful knot.This was better than him, and now Wade couldn't feel the cold wind coming through the gap in the scarf and into his neck.

"Thanks," he said sincerely, "that's nice to see."

Dick smiled, and they walked side by side, even though they didn't speak, the atmosphere didn't seem stagnant.Neither Wade nor he put on their hats, and the snowflakes fell on their heads without hindrance.Dick tilted his head to look at Wade. His red hair was interspersed with white snowflake fragments, like a string of silver laurel rings, which made him present a unique classical temperament.

There is a fountain in the garden behind Wayne Manor, and because of Alfred, its spring water does not freeze.The holy angel statue bowed her head piously, closed her eyes and spread her hands, as if she was praying for something. Streams of spring water slipped from her open palms, forming an elegant landscape of fountains.

They came here... and it brought back a lot of memories in Dick.Once, when he was a child, he poured out his hatred here day and night, full of anger.And a few months ago, when he returned home by chance, he found that Damian was also alone here for a long time.Each Robin may have a different personality, but one thing is the same.

"...my parents died in an accident when I was very young," Dick said abruptly, "You've lived in Gotham and you've probably heard of 'Flying Grayson', actually, that's My family, the dead circus performers are my blood relatives."

Wade listened quietly.As much as he knew about the experience, it was different to hear it from someone else.Dick was opening up to him.

"I thought it was an accident, but it wasn't, it was actually a murder. Someone deliberately cut the rope for the show, just to get revenge on my parents, and it was all because of money." The black-haired, blue-eyed youth went up He swept away the snow on the bench with his hands before, and then sat on the back of the chair with his feet on the bench. Wade followed his example and sat beside him.

"And luckily, then I was adopted by Bruce. At the beginning, I wanted to escape from here every day. I didn't want to be adopted by him. I was going to seek revenge on those who hurt my parents. The school teacher said to me 'Grayson , what are you thinking, adopted by Bruce Wayne, you don't want to, what's wrong with you?' At that time, I just wanted to spend my days in Crime Alley, watching anyone who might kill my parents, I didn't care What do others think?"

Putting his hands in his double pockets, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and continued, "But as I grew up, I realized that sometimes revenge can't solve all disputes. There is absolutely no such thing as good for bad, but good for bad It's not advisable either, because sometimes impulse leads to a more irrevocable ending, I almost made this mistake, and Bruce saved me. Of course, in the end, the person who killed my parents got punished, but I will never forget This incident, it really had an impact on the direction of my life.”

"So... I will choose to be what I am now."

Choose to be the first Robin, choose to be Nightwing, choose to be a superhero, and go further and further on this road.

"You're fine, Dick," Wade said. "Those bad guys can't beat you. You're the best Dick Grayson."

Therefore, he can easily win the love of those around him.Wade felt his heart become soft because of Dick's words, and he sank a little bit in the cold night.

"What about you?" But Dick asked, "What shapes your troubles right now?"

Wade felt his head was in a mess.

"I like to tell the angel what I don't want to say," Dick said, pointing to the sculpture. "She'll listen carefully."

Wade smiled: "Then do you need to avoid it?"

"I'm serious too." Dick said seriously, "I don't want to see you like this."

This sentence made his heart skip a beat. Although Dick was frank and enthusiastic by nature, Wade found that the other party always avoided directly stating some affirmative or negative language.For example, when he doesn't like it, he will say, I don't like it very much, and when he likes it, he will say, I like it a little bit, instead of expressing his emotions directly and strongly.This may have something to do with his considerate personality, so he always speaks a little tactfully, but now, Dick said to him bluntly, "I don't want to".

"...I don't know what to say, Dick," Wade said after a moment of deliberation, "Actually... I died twice."

One death, came to this world.Died again, woke up by the river Styx.

Dick gave him a look, puzzled and unexpected.

"You heard me right," he said, not daring to look Dick in the eye for fear of seeing some emotion he didn't want to see, "...I feel like I'm dead. Actually, I'm not sure. Because I feel like Forgot something, but I can't remember, I can't remember. Three months ago, I didn't even remember who I was. Then I remembered something, and I finally knew that my name was Wedblake, I may be dead. But is it possible that this is someone else's memory, is there someone in my head called Wedblake? So who am I?"

He even suspects that he has borrowed someone else's name, because he seems to have met a person in the underworld. This person will not die. He played with the goddess of death. He has the same name as himself, but a different surname. He is a talkative mercenary.

"I might just be a memory. A piece of someone else's past." Wade took a breath, the cold wind mixed with light snow, making his cheeks hurt, he watched the splash of water from the fountain, trying to ignore Dick looking at him Eyes, "And... There are many things that I haven't figured out yet."

He buried his face in his palm: "What the hell am I talking to you, my mind is in a mess. Dick, I don't know what to do next."

And the sword of Damocles hanging overhead.If he didn't finish spending the money, he would go back to that dark place again.underworld.

Perhaps hell is tormented, but at least it's not silent, as if everything is dead.

"It's not as complicated as you think, Wade," but then, Dick called his name, gently but firmly pulled his hand away, forcing him to look only into his eyes, "Anyone It’s all about me, for example, if I change my name to Dick Wayne now, am I not me? A name is just a code name, a symbol that walks in the world, it allows you to be called, written down, but actually recognize you more often than not you are yourself.”

"...I'm a circus kid and nothing can change that, it's just my personality, and does it matter what my name is? What if one day a fool also named Dick Grayson finds you and says , I'm Dick, would you recognize him as me?"

"I don't care about your past either. To be honest, I've seen all kinds of weird experiences," Dick spread his hands. "An ordinary person like me has a past worth mentioning. So Does it matter if you look at it like this? I know you now, not me in the past, maybe you see me in the past and think 'this fool is a complete asshole' and I will cry, really ...so don't take the past too seriously, promise me, okay?"

Wade laughed at his last words, though he was still worried, but for the time being, he forgot about it.

"Well, what you said makes sense," he said, "I didn't think it through myself."

"So we're going back?" said Dick, jumping lightly from the bench onto the snow without slipping. "Let's go. Christmas isn't over yet."

Wade's mistake was that he jumped like Dick.

He didn't stand still and slipped. Dick reacted quickly. He grabbed Wade's hand and stopped him from slipping.

——Their hands were suddenly held together.

Dick quietly squeezed Wade's hand and pulled him up.Wade's palm was as warm as his own, which made Dick feel less cold. For a moment, the world was quiet, as if only each other existed, and the whistling wind could not be heard.

And there was a soft light to Dick's pale blue eyes, which gave the light to the person he was looking at.

"Don't let go," he said softly, with the other hand stroking the snowflakes off Wade's shoulders, "it's going to be slippery all the way back."

"Well, there's always a point to what you say," Wade said.

They walked hand in hand toward the lighted doorway, leaving a clear row of footprints in the snow, side by side.