Janna walked barefoot in the night, her pure white suspender dress soaked in blood.

Her mind was filled with the corners of the mysterious young man's mouth that were slightly raised with interest after he finished asking that sentence.He wore a mask like a baby face, and he seemed to be smiling, but on the contrary, those cold gray pupils stared at Janna numbly.

Due to the special nature of her profession, she was rarely not really afraid of anything, but at that moment, she was like a dehydrated saury sticking to the knife board, fear penetrated into the spinal cord, life and death could not be controlled by her.

Driven by fear, her heart was beating violently, triggering the alarm of the electrocardiograph. Before she fell into darkness, she saw a nurse pushing the door and entering.

When she opened her eyes, Janna found herself lying on her side in a cold, dark narrow alley, her body was wet.The fruit knife was stained with dark red blood, and the tip of the knife was facing her chest, which was also the point where the blood was the deepest and fainted from it.

The strong smell of blood and the white dress stained with red liquid are silently telling her that this body should have died tonight.

Janna took over again.

This is a cold, dark city, and the dark night clouds are not willing to let even a little moonlight in.

She followed the dim light of the street lights and wandered aimlessly on the street.

The cold wind blew against her drenched skirt, making her shiver.

Janna didn't know if leaving so much blood would kill her, but she believed that she would freeze to death if she went any further.

Will it be warmer to run?

Can this body bear it?

These two thoughts flashed by, and three gangsters walked out from the shadow of the corner, waving pocket knives in their hands thinking it was cool.

There was no one else on the street, and their target was undoubtedly Janna.

The three approached Janna step by step.

Janna didn't have a trace of fear. Compared to the man who appeared at her hospital bed, these people were no more than cabbages in the field.

But the three gangsters who took over the streets here didn't know whether they were treated as three dishes by the seemingly weak woman in front of them, or whether they were small.

One of the small men licked the incision, and swallowed his own pain in order to cover up the accidental cutting of his tongue.

Janna: "..." She saw it all.

"It's a good night tonight, play with the three of us, and you still have a chance to see the moon tomorrow." In the middle, Jana guessed that the tattooed man was the dominant one among the three, spitting out what every villain must have lines.

But this "villain" missed a prefix, "cannon fodder villain who can't survive three sentences".

"Playing?" Janna repronounced the word slowly.

I forgot to mention that she once defeated five men of the same level with her bare hands in the police academy.

And, she just picked up a twig on the side of the road.

Batman wanders in the night of Gotham City, patrolling this evil city.

At the entrance of the dark alley, three male gangsters with knives approached an unarmed single woman step by step.Looking from afar, her white dress was covered with eye-catching blood stains.

The leading gangster raised the Swiss knife, swung it back and forth, and made a relatively coherent set of movements.

"This Swiss Army drill is my own creation."

The bat dart was already in place between his two fingers, waiting for the best blow when approaching, killing three birds with one stone.

The grapple gun fired, and his cloak flew behind him, caught in the air.

Getting closer, getting closer...

At the moment when he was about to throw the batarang, the woman's body, which was shaking in the night, suddenly threw something into the air, and then burst out a left uppercut followed by a backspin at an unbelievable speed Kicking, the last one with the lower body lowered, the stumbling and the upper-down elbow with the strength of the whole body, the small movements mixed in during the movement were so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

When he reacted, the object thrown by the woman in the white skirt had already hit the ground not far away, and she was standing there unharmed, with three street gangsters lying on the ground in front of her feet with the backs of their heads on the ground.

In the silence of the night, I thought of her clear voice: "I just made up this set of teaching you how to be human."

Batman, who was half-swinging in mid-air, could no longer be taken back at this moment.The moment he retracted the grapple gun, the position where his feet touched the ground was directly in front of the woman.

The moment the woman saw him, a complicated expression crossed her face, and in the next second, the previously tenacious and resolute face softened in a gesture of winning sympathy.

She clutched the bright red blood stain on her chest, and just wrapped her arms around herself.

Even his tone sounded like a poor man who was exhausted, "Hero...help me, I'm going to die."

Batman looked at her, then at the three punks lying at his feet.

On the forehead under the mask, three big question marks appeared.

Batman: ? ? ?

***

Jana was lying on the hospital bed, on an IV.She seems to have signed a contract with the hospital, and she will feel uncomfortable if she doesn't come for a day.

When she threw the branch last night, considering the condition of this body, she deliberately slowed down the movement, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was doing Tai Chi.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, the few seconds from when the branch was thrown to the ground were enough to have no time to react, and she threw it to the ground.

She didn't expect that after the three gangsters were dealt with, a figure so dark that it almost melted into the night would descend from the sky.When she saw clearly who the person in front of her was, Jana suddenly felt that it was not surprising that the night parties in this city were so gloomy.

This body won't last long, and this may be her only chance to call for help tonight.

This body is much better than her body that is fixed on the bed and can't move at all, at least her feet can walk and her arms can be lifted.

She wants to go on for a while.

No matter how much the big bat saw, Janna insisted on showing weakness and asking for help.

Batman takes Princess Janna to the hospital - that's impossible.

He called a police car and an ambulance.

This point was emphasized by Janna herself.She has no money, and she can only stay in the hospital for one night temporarily as a victim.

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and it was the police who came to understand the situation.

Janna also cleverly learned her identity from them, a poor orphan who lives in a cheap apartment during the day and works night shift at a bakery at night.On the night of the incident, when he was off work, he was stabbed in the chest and met a gangster again.The gangster settled the case, but of course she couldn't tell who stabbed her.

There seemed to be no problem, but Janna always felt that something was wrong.

After the police left, another nurse came in to deliver meals.

"I didn't call this." Janna knew that the three meals in the ward were charged.

"Someone paid half a month's medical expenses for you, as well as three meals."

It is estimated that only the kind Batman can do this.

Janna touched the stitched wound on her chest, and didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky.

Lunch is a simple soup with two slices of bread and a vegetable salad.

Janna took two bites of the bread, then chewed a strange substance in her mouth.A piece of paper that appeared only in fortune cookies was pulled out from the bread she took a bite out of.

There is a small line of ink printed on it: First step you have done well.

Janna ate the next food very carefully, but the note seemed to be the only one.

She wondered if the nurse sent the wrong person.

A few days later, Janna, who was taking a nap on the hospital bed, was awakened by the noise from the corridor outside the door.

"What's going on..." The hospital shouldn't be like this.

Her ward was for two people, the bed was vacant yesterday, and a new patient arrived this morning, a frightening little boy with pale complexion.

His information seemed to be more sufficient than hers, and he told Jana in a weak voice: "It seems that the investors of this hospital will come to condolences to the patients today."

The investor of this hospital?

It was nothing more than picking one or two patients, inquiring about their health and keeping a couple of photos.Nothing to do with her.

... a ghost.

When she saw a group of nurses and doctors rushing into her ward, Jana, who looked very tired, felt that fate was deceiving her.

The investor is younger than he imagined, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with the charisma of a mature man.

Janna unexpectedly felt that this person looked familiar.

The doctor introduced to him the condition of the only two patients in the ward.

Speaking of her, the doctor used these words:

"This patient is Jana Caitlin, and she was brought in with injuries that, in our opinion, should have killed her, but it is a miracle that she is still alive."

The investor nodded and held out a hand to her: "Hello, Ms. Caitlin."

Jana, who was supposed to be dead, would not be able to accept this new name for a while, "You can call me Jana, may I ask who you are?"

The faces of the doctors next to him were a little stiff, and even the investor himself was taken aback for a moment.

Janna understood what they meant in a second: this man was so famous that even the people who deserved to die in the whole city should know his name.

He is also very rich and has a good heart, so he invested in the hospital.

While the investor was answering, a name popped into Janna's mind.

—Bruce Wayne.

"I'm Bruce Wayne."

Batman, Gotham, Bruce Wayne.

Janna seriously doubts whether she will be repeatedly rescued by superheroes this time.

She shook that hand symbolically and then let it go quickly.

The doctor again added to the description of her condition:

"We believe the young lady is a strong patient who will recover quickly."

"Doctor, are you sure?"

These words came from Janna herself. She seriously doubted whether the wounds in her body would really heal.

Wayne recalled that day again, the woman in the white dress stained red by blood stood alone and helplessly in the night.

When he learned that she was an orphan, it reminded him of himself, growing up alone in this dark city, which moved the investor a little, and comforted him together:

"You are out of danger with such a serious injury, and you will be fine."

"Really?" Janna questioned again, saying in a voice only the man sitting at the head of her bed could hear, "Don't be surprised if I suddenly die while I'm talking."

Bruce Wayne felt strange that she was the one who didn't want to die in the first place.Now it is she who repeatedly emphasizes that she will die.

Only Janna knew that one day was a day, and if she couldn't, it would only be a matter of seconds.

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