[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Although Randall said so, Hannibal didn't pay much attention to his refutation, he stared into Randall's bright blue eyes, "You are not the same as those mutants."

"You're so human," Hannibal whispered, that he didn't notice it at first.

Randall raised his eyebrows, "Please note, Mr. Hannibal, your remarks have already involved racial discrimination."

Hannibal raised the corners of his mouth and corrected him with a good temper: "I mean 'those' mutants."

He emphasized his tone, making Randall realize he was talking about mutants who had turned 'for acquired reasons'.

The psychiatrist said: "They are looking for their own kind to expand their ranks... Those people are young, impatient, and ignorant, and here-"

Hannibal pointed to his brain, "—it's all chaos here, before they realize what position they are in, they try to shake the elephant with the body of an ant, and you are different from them. "

"Not all mutants are radical," Randall said.

"Ah, factions, yes, as long as there are factions in human society, it is inevitable to form factions." Hannibal said clearly, he seemed to have a little understanding of the group of mutants.

"So where did you learn about it?"

Randall can confirm that Hannibal is not a mutant.

This is a vicious murderer, a perverted pica who has committed dozens of crimes but has only now been brought to justice, but he is indeed not a mutant, and he has nothing to do with those superhumans.

So Randall really wanted to know how Hannibal knew about the existence of those 'acquired mutants' - he had asked many friends before that, and even those mutants had no research on 'Argentum' and Hydra Knowing, how on earth did Hannibal know so many things?

"My patient said a few words when he presented his case to me."

Hannibal smiled at him, and adjusted his clothes slowly. He was still wearing the suit and shirt from last night, but he still showed a little calmness in his embarrassment.

"I don't like frizzy people, and I don't like fools who are easy to be manipulated...and I don't like people giving me orders."

Dick rolled his eyes, thinking that what kind of FBI did Hannibal go to, and he could just go to Arkham. He and the Riddler must have a common language, maybe they came out of the same riddle class.

Randall heard Hannibal's implication, and turned to leave.

He speculated that Hannibal might have encountered a mutant transformed by 'Argentum', and for various reasons, whether it was pressure or anxiety, the other party confided to him some information about the acquired mutant.After Hannibal came to Bludhaven, he met Alison, the girl who was probably trying to sell Hannibal 'Argentum', Hannibal had no interest in the idea of ​​being someone else's puppet, he killed Alison Lison, as usual, took some of the fresh and healthy internal organs, but found that the flesh quality of mutants is slightly different from that of ordinary people... Anyway, these are all the things Hannibal will tell him up.

"Landa," Mr. Murderer stood behind the iron gate, "if one day your PTSD becomes more serious, I welcome you to consult me ​​again at any time."

Randall's footsteps just paused for a moment, and soon continued to walk out.

"Anyway, you have something to do with it," Hannibal said with a low laugh, "you know how to find me."

Dick wrinkled his nose, and thought in his heart, what's going on with these people, whether Tony Stark or Hannibal Lecter, why do they all want to hook up with his little boyfriend?

Are you unable to find someone?

At this moment, the Brudhaven police flower didn't know that there was a hell boss who also sent an invitation to Randall not long ago.

"Randa, are you going to Gotham with Lula tomorrow?" Dick asked Randall, walking behind him.

"Well... I'll go back to pack my luggage later, and I don't know if Lula would like to go to Gotham." Randall walked into the tea room weakly and made himself a cup of capsule coffee.

Dick leaned against the wall, greeted a few female colleagues passing by, and then turned back to look at the little mutant, "How are you going to go?"

"Taxi," Randall squinted in the steaming coffee, "It's not very far anyway."

"...how unsafe, expensive and dangerous," Dick said, "you can be my car, and I'll be on my way to pick you up."

"Well," Randall blinked, and said slowly after swallowing a sip of coffee, "I thought you only had motorcycles?"

His recent income is good, and he has also received a lot of advertising orders. The money from here to Gotham is nothing to him.

"It's not easy to get stuck in traffic when you drive a motorcycle to work." Dick said truthfully, he bought a car a long time ago, but he spent more money on the repair and modification of the motorcycle than the car, at least he didn't spend much money in Bludhaven. As for building a Batmobile.

"Is it okay? Lula and I may have a lot of things." Randall said.

"It's okay, the car has a large capacity, and I didn't bring much," Dick said with a smile, "My home is in Gotham, so I don't need to bring anything."

"Oh," just remembered that the person in front of him is the adopted son of the richest man in Gotham, Randall was stunned for a moment, and then said happily, "Then it's settled, please."

Randall lowered his head and took another sip of coffee, his lips were soaked with water, as if he had just applied lip gloss before.

Dick scratched the wall. He knew that Landa didn't know who he really was, but now, he really wanted to go and kiss that lip.

——If he really did that, he might not only be regarded as a hooligan, but also be arrested on the spot by his little boyfriend who can subdue five or six manic mutants with his bare hands, and throw him to the second basement floor to meet Hannibal face to face.

"..." Dick sighed, turned his eyes away, thinking what this is all about, he has to find a time to confess it to Randall.

Turn an underground romance into an office romance as soon as possible.

In the afternoon, after arranging various matters for going to the Gotham Police Station the next day, and handing over the project at hand, Randall slipped home.

Lula eats obediently and does her homework obediently, but she still doesn't like to talk to Randall—she didn't talk before, like an ice cube, but she was always soft, and Randall would hug her when she got home Wait, now, he should still be angry, like a puffed up puffer fish, holding the thorns all over his body so that no one can touch him.

"I'm going to Gotham tomorrow," Randall said, sitting on the sofa, "for a month."

Lula looked up at him at the coffee table, and Randall guessed it meant: Don't go home from now on!

He touched the tip of his nose guiltily, "cough...do you want to go with me?"

"..." The thorns all over the little girl's body were slowly withdrawing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her warm brown eyes stared at Randall without blinking, as if trying to discern whether this person was right or not. Not talking empty words, after a while, she nodded.

Randall breathed a sigh of relief.

The police station did not arrange for him a clear matter. He set off as a psychotherapist with others. It was the same as his title last year. He could not be called out for major and minor matters. As long as he can guarantee his own safety, he has Maximum freedom.

"Shall we start dinner?" Randall asks, discovering his own familial status waning as Lula grows into adolescence.

Lula nodded reservedly, and seemed to forgive him regardless of the past.

In the evening, the rain stopped for a while outside, and the humid air drifted in from the window. Randall squatted on the ground to organize the suitcase. There were quite a lot of things he needed to bring.

There are no blatant Hydras in Gotham, which Randall believes, but some Hydras disguised in various organizations are different.

He just received a message yesterday from the Avengers to the Xavier Academy for Genius Boys and then forwarded to him by Professor Hank. It said that the Avengers found a small part of the list when they solved the other bases of Hydra. It is Hydra's undercover personnel in various organizations, including S.H.I.E.L.D., FBI and other national agencies.Randall's intuition told him that Hydra must have had a hand in Gotham, a city with as many missing people as them.Now that Hydra is paying attention to him now, it is not difficult for him to catch Hydra. Randall decided to change his position and go to Gotham to live broadcast the local customs.

"Hey, little boyfriend."

A familiar voice came from outside the window, and the vigilante with a light body turned up from the window and sat on his window rail. The guy who didn't like to walk through the front door shook his legs and said with emotion: "It's like Romeo and Oh Juliet."

Randall just raised his head and glanced at him, then pulled his long blond hair that was hanging down, smiled and continued to fix things, "I obviously left the door for you, why do you still have to go through the window."

"This is very convenient," Ye Yi withdrew his claw gun, and the chain made a few weak sounds in the air, "Didn't you leave me a window too, my sister is next door, I don't want to scare her—this What are you doing?"

"Package, I have to go to Gotham tomorrow." Randall folded a piece of clothing under his hands. He had read the weather forecast, and it was going to be summer, and the temperature was no longer as cold as it was a while ago. Next In Gotham for a few weeks, it doesn't rain a few days, and he happened to be able to go live outside.

"But these are—skirts?" Nightwing said strangely, and then seemed to realize suddenly, "Wait a minute, you're going to wear these in Gotham?!"

"Yeah," Randall grabbed one from the bed and put it in front of him to show Ye Yi, "How about it, isn't it pretty?"

He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of black thigh-high shorts. The bright silver skirt in his hand had suspenders, which were longer than his shorts, and looked very cool.

Dick had seen quite a few girls dressed like this on the dance floor in bars.

"...beautiful." He refused to admit that he had shamefully imagined what the person in front of him would look like in this dress.

"Well, but this dress shows your figure," Randall tugged on the skirt, thought for a while and said, "I think you might look better in it?"

Dick: "..."

Randall lowered his head and stuffed the clothes into the suitcase, "Tomorrow my colleague will drive Lula and me to Gotham. Let me tell you in advance, he is a beautiful male colleague."

The pretty male colleague himself: "..."

He jumped down from the window and walked into the room, and Randall was still saying, "But don't worry, he seems to have a girlfriend already."

Dick almost slipped on the soles of his feet. He ground his back teeth and wondered where did he get his girlfriend?

"There's a pretty big sister with red hair in the department who seems to like him, and even if they're not together, I guess it's coming soon," Randall said.

Who else has had a relationship with someone else face-to-face by her boyfriend?

It took Dick three seconds to carefully recall the way he got along with Selene, and he could hardly find anything wrong. He never had any thoughts about the other party beyond the relationship of colleagues-he admitted that this conclusion made him It's all a bit weird, but it's true, he really never had any thoughts about the red-haired lady beyond etiquette!

Dick thought about it and said, "I don't think they should be together."

"Why, have you seen them?" Randall frowned, "I can see that she likes Grayson!"

"Oh," Dick was a little angry, but helpless, he stood in front of Randall and squatted down, "Then can you see that I want to kiss you now?"

"..." The little mutant frowned again, he raised his head to look at those blue mild blue eyes, a little dazed.

Randall was dazed, but he still pretended to be calm and asked: "...So is it time to kiss now? I thought you had to start from the second step..."

"Kissing here is the second step," Dick leaned over, put his cold palm against Randall's face, and said softly, "Close your eyes."

Randall closed his eyes obediently, his eyelids covered his bewilderment and panic, and his eyelashes trembled from the cool touch.

He heard outside the window that it seemed to be raining again.

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