The cold winter outside has arrived, and her cheeks are hot inside. Don Nana was a little lost in thought as she watched the white snow drifting out of the window at unknown times.

Before recovering from the shock at the coffee shop, she was wearing coral fleece pajamas and knelt on the sofa chair, holding the back of the chair with one hand, and pointing the piece of self-made mist glass with her index finger.

The cold touch came from the fingertips, she seemed to be wandering and thinking about something seriously, and unconsciously wrote a clear letter 'B' on the water mist.

Seeing some Q characters written by herself, she couldn't help laughing and pressed her lips to stop.

A series of meaningless behaviors and changes in expression fell in the eyes of Victoria aside, she was a living and full of youthful girl Don Nana.

"So, it's 46:[-], Miss Nana, are you still sleeping?"

"sleep!"

Retracting her index finger into her palm, Don Nana quickly responded, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, drew the curtains and climbed onto the bed.

Raising her hand to turn off the light, Victoria brushed her long hair above the pillow a few times to avoid being crushed, and was about to find a comfortable position to lie down when she heard Donna's soft voice on the other bed in the darkness.

"I feel so happy, I can't sleep because I'm so happy."

"I'm also happy for you, but I'm really tired Nana, we got up at six o'clock in the morning to catch the plane, and we've been tossing all the way until now. I'll be happy with you when I wake up, okay?"

The voice was also full of uncontrollable exhaustion, Victoria lay down on her side and closed her eyes.

"OK, good night!"

"Good night, Nana."

Soon, only the sound of Victoria's regular breathing remained in the quiet space. Donna turned around and opened her eyes lightly.

She couldn't sleep at all, and she didn't know how to describe her mood.

A dream come true?No, she never had the guts to dare to think that she could get to this point, as if the pinnacle of her life was just like this, she was so happy and happy that she even felt unreal.

From the time that coin appeared... her life began to change drastically.

Until the end, Donna didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was almost twelve o'clock, and Victoria had long since disappeared on the bed beside her.

She got up and sat up, and vaguely heard the sound of the TV in the living room of the suite outside the bedroom. She woke up a little and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When Donna got ready to ask Victoria to go out for dinner, she found that the table in front of Victoria in the living room was covered with all kinds of delicacies. When she saw her come out, she smiled and waved.

"Finally woke up? Come and eat, we still have plans to go to two scenic spots today!"

"Your winning prize also includes this?"

Regardless of whether it was Victoria's order, Don Nana glanced at the delicious food exuding a strong aroma, and finally landed on the caramelized turkey and swallowed her saliva.

"Of course not, it's very rich and generous...Mr. Wayne's treat! By the way, he said he had some urgent business to go back to Gotham. He sent you a message but you didn't reply. Maybe he guessed that you weren't awake yet. , ordered food for us and left a message.”

"Is that so..."

She took out her mobile phone and checked that there was indeed a text message from Bruce Wayne. She replied quickly and then sat down at the table and began to eat.

Happiness doesn't disappear with waking up, which is great!

Thinking this way, Don Nana suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Combined with Bruce Wayne's last sentence of "be careful and safe" in the text message just now, she suddenly had a guess.

After thinking for a second, she put down the knife and fork and immediately opened the news software and switched the address to Gotham. As expected, the first headline of the report surprised her.

——It is reported that the clown escaped from the Arkham Asylum again in the early hours of this morning. Will the chase between the clown and Batman be staged again?

"what happened?"

Sensing her emotional change, Victoria asked with concern.

"The news says the clown has escaped. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll take care of it. Speaking of which, where are we going this afternoon?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Well, although my first reaction was a bit worried, but I know how much I am. The clown's unreasonable and bottomless super-revolutionary, I will probably only hinder Batman, or become a weight to restrain Batman. Listening to his attention to safety and protecting yourself is the greatest help to him. Besides, I believe he will send the clown back to the iron prison."

Tell your friend what's on your mind, try to reassure her with a smile.

Donna's first reaction was to help, maybe it would be good to let Hastur wrap his tentacles around the clown and send him back to Arkham, but after thinking about it, she felt unsafe.

"I don't understand...Why can't Batman kill the clown? Every time the clown flees and does evil, it will cause casualties. If he dies, it will be done once and for all?"

"To be honest, I've thought about this question many times, and I don't have an answer..." Don Nana said, she would think of that night, when she looked at Batman through tears, and she couldn't forget that his eyes rolled complex emotions.

The black battle armor is like the incarnation of the thick night, and it also adds the darkest and ugly dark side of human nature to his body, sailing against the current, Batman can only keep the last in people's hearts by constantly suppressing the evil desires in the shadow of Gotham. a lamp.

"Gotham is too complicated. Maybe I was born in a country that grows flowers, and I will never be able to truly understand it, because my country is very safe and secure. I have never grown up in such an environment. But I can understand it. understanding and respect for ideas.”

Not simply because he is Batman's blind trust, but he is indeed worthy of her understanding.

"Nana... Sometimes I think you are very simple, and sometimes I think you are very transparent."

"People are three-dimensional. If you change one face, you may have another face. This is what a professor of psychology in our school said in class."

The use of Hannibal's words again shows how seriously Donna listened in this open class before.

Although it is undeniable that the matter of the clown has become a cloud in her heart, but after clicking the special reminder on the Gotham news feed, they continued their trip to the metropolis according to the original plan.

Tony called her in the afternoon and told her to take Peter to Stark Tower after returning to New York, and he needed to talk to them about the progress of some things.

Before leaving New York, Donna told Tony that he was going to the metropolis, and he also exaggerated that there really was a first prize in the supermarket lottery. He always thought that this kind of prize was a lie.

Donna thought that Tony and the captain had been helping to deal with the infiltration of Hydra in the S.H.I.E.L.D. some time ago. It seems that this matter should have come to fruition. She had a good relationship with Director Fury once, and she had a good impression. Selfishly hope that things can be resolved smoothly.

Although big cities essentially have all kinds of facilities, they are completely different in style and emphasis. The more familiar New York, the Gotham that left a deep impression on her, and the current metropolis are completely different for Donna. feelings.

When she and Victoria went out to weed a dessert shop that was well-received on the Internet, looking out the glass window at the shimmering lake reflecting row upon row of buildings, she finally had a feeling of vacation.

Time slowed down, and the heating and hot cocoa provided a barrier between her and the cold wind outside.

A figure flashed past in the gray winter sky, and Victoria, who was sitting, let out a short exclamation, and his tone couldn't help but rise: "It's Superman!!"

Donna, who had seen Superman flying in the sky many times in Boston, seemed very calm. Seeing her friend still staring at the empty sky in a daze, she felt that Victoria was very cute.

"Does this lady like Superman?"

A male voice spoke to them politely, and when Tang Nana turned her head, the first thing she noticed was the smooth top of his head.

She understands that it is not good to slander someone's appearance like this, but her first reaction is to lament that he is so completely bald, and he looks 'very smart' even though he is not very old.

It is true that Lex Luthor is really smart in a certain sense. He looked at the two in front of him with a smile, and his long and narrow eyes finally fell on Don Nana, and the dim light in his eyes flowed.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm Lex Luthor."

Luther's polite appearance made it difficult for Donna to pick out the thorns, although his overall image reminded her of some poisonous creatures, such as snakes...or scorpions.

"Lex Luthor?! You are the sponsor of the event I won the prize, Lex Luthor of the Lex Group?"

As a lottery winner, Victoria, who was very impressed by the name of the 'gold master's father', reacted first.

"Yes, it's me, but I came to you on purpose, it's not a coincidence that you don't need to be so surprised."

He wore a yellow-green shirt inside the dark green suit, and his brighter outfit and his white-toothed smile seemed very friendly. He said and sat down at their table.

"Because in fact, no one has drawn this special prize in the previous rounds. You are the first person to be drawn after the establishment of this award. I paid a little attention to it, and I heard that none of you are natives. One is from Europe and the other is from Asia. , Out of curiosity, I would like to personally meet the two blessed by Lady Luck."

"Nice to meet you sir, I'm Victoria Duran."

"Don Nana."

The two reported their homes friendly, Lex Luthor nodded with a smile, raised his hand to the waiter to order a cup of coffee for himself, put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly.

"Why don't we have a brief chat, how does it feel to be in Metropolis? I happened to hear you talking about Superman just now... What do you think of Superman in Metropolis?"

do not know why…

Listening to his question, Donna thought of the time when Bruce Wayne was talking about Batman with herself at the dinner table.

This prelude feels exactly the same...

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