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

"……vomit!"

The moment the car stopped, Randall hugged the street lamp next to him dizzily, his face was pale and he lowered his head and retched. The wide black brim fell from his head, and Jason bent down to pick it up. Get up and hang on the handlebar of the motorcycle.

"Did no one tell you that your driving skills are really bad!" the mutant complained.

The motorcycle PTSD that was once tortured by the teachers and seniors surged up crazily at this moment. It turned out that Dick’s motorcycle was driving too steadily a while ago, which gave him a strange sense of recognition. Everyone is good at driving motorcycles.

Jason clicked his lips. There was no one around. They stopped behind an abandoned building. He took off the red hood and commented slowly: "Squeamish."

Randall rolled his eyes and leaned weakly against the street light. Physiological tears swirled in his eye sockets, and he blinked them back, but his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied by Jason. , he asked: "Bring me to this kind of place, what do you want to tell me?"

The ground was wet after it had rained, and the air was damp and dull after a summer rain. Jason supported the motorcycle with one leg on the ground, put the pistol on the safety tip again, and put it back on the lap Butt strap.

"I found some news about the man you want to know." Jason said, he subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket, but after seeing the miserable appearance of the mutant, he silently put the cigarette away go back.

"Oh, you found out so quickly, you are amazing."

Randall has always been very concerned about the man who negotiated the contract with the Penguin that he saw at the Iceberg Club that day. The other party gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if Randall had seen him somewhere before, but the signing The name 'Sidra Winn' on the contract was something he had never heard of.

He has always trusted his intuition, believing that there must be something wrong that he has missed.

"Sildra is not from Gotham, but some gangsters around here still have a little impression of him, saying that he often wandered in several surrounding cities a few years ago," Jason said, "similar to a tramp, You should have seen it, these cities have that kind of..."

Jason smiled, with a hint of sarcasm: "A gathering place for 'nowhere' guys."

Randall nodded. He had seen homeless people occupying the old park before and pitching small tents in it, as well as Roma gathered in the container car. Every time Lula saw Every now and then, she would raise her hand to greet them. When she was lucky, she would get the clean bread thrown by the other party. If she was unlucky, Randall could only mention the little girl and run away.He guessed that when Lula was still a wanderer, she might have spent some time in a Roma camp.

"Sildra used to be a gangster here in Gotham, but it was almost xx years ago. Since the gang leader was sent to the Black Gate Prison, he has no more work, but has been fighting gangsters underground. |Fist, I heard that four or five years ago he owed a debt because of gambling, but in the past few years he may have found a new boss and gained a high status," Jason shrugged, "I wanted to check More, but... a step too late."

"What do you mean?" Randall asked.

"His information was deleted. He used to have a criminal record and was arrested in GCPD, but all his information was cleaned up in advance."

"Wait—how do you know this?" Randall raised his hand to tell him to stop talking. When the police began to investigate Sidra, he had never matched this person from the information database, but Jason He's not from GCPD, how did he know?

"I hacked into the backstage of GCPD." Jason said, "I think there are undercover agents of the other party in your police station."

"Why didn't someone else hack and delete the information?" Randall asked, "Even you can find this."

Jason laughed out of disbelief in Randall's tone, "I bet none of those guys who can hack into GCPD would do such a thing."

That is the supreme invincible firewall that has been strengthened by Batman, several generations of Robin, oracle, and maybe even steel bones. Except for those guys who know the back door and can browse around, who else can break through this firewall.

"In short, the person who can do this must be an insider of the police station. Be careful."

"One more thing." Jason paused for a while before saying, "I found some news about the disappearance of the orphanage...it's related to the clown."

When "Joker" was mentioned, Jason's overwhelming hatred and anger reappeared, and Randall quietly squeezed the pendulum necklace wrapped around his wrist.

Anger is the most primitive emotion, it is the instinct of all people, but this instinct is negative, it will bring some hostile physiological reactions and behaviors, and most of the time, Randall knows that this is not a good idea. omen.

"The police station has been looking for the clown for a while, have you found him?"

"The mouse in the gutter." Jason snorted, "No one can find him until he prepares some tricks, and he will be the first one to jump out when something happens."

Jason's tone was familiar as if he had known the clown for a long time, but the level of hatred in which he gritted his teeth and wanted to eat his flesh almost made Randall think he was going crazy again.

"The police are following up and investigating these things," Randall said worriedly, "don't worry too much."

He was really worried that Jason would find the clown and shoot him if he didn't control himself well - after all, that's what he planned to do to Penguin that day.

Randall saw Jason's fingers pinch the small necklace in his hand again uneasily, and the small white cross hung down, with a bit of cold night color.

"Can you... tell me who gave you this?" Randall still couldn't help asking.

Jason's green eyes blinked blankly, and he looked down at Randall's line of sight. After a while, he said slowly: "...it's a little girl, an eight or nine-year-old villain with a bad temper Very, stole a hamburger from me to eat, and threw this thing to me to pay off the debt."

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled mockingly, "This thing is worth a few dollars, even the lettuce leaves in the hamburger are not enough to change."

Jason lowered his head, looking at the trinkets on his wrist through the dim streetlights, as if he was caught in some kind of memory that no one else could see.

The surroundings fell into silence again, and Randall waited patiently for Jason to speak.

"She's pretty smart, and she can use a wire to open a door lock. I taught her how to fix a car, and she learned it in a while..." Jason said.

Randall could almost guess what happened later, he didn't know whether he should speak to comfort Jason - but judging from the two of them having known each other for so long, it shouldn't be necessary.

"It's because this little kid is too mean and has such a rotten temper that he can do so badly in the orphanage... Maybe this kind of lonely and good kid will be more happy when he dies."

He said that he didn't like the child, but he still wore the crude bracelet on his hand all the time, as if reminding himself all the time.

"As for the clown, you should let the police investigate first," Randall said to him, "You can contact me at any time if you find anything, and I gave you my phone number that day."

"It's late, my sister is still waiting for me in the hotel, I should go back." Randall said.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that after saying that, his mood became much better, "I'll see you off, I promise, I will drive slower this time."

"...I'll trust you one last time." Randall looked around, it was a place he had never been to, there was not even a car on the road, and his phone was dead, he didn't know how to go back.

"If the police station is useful, those guys won't come out again and again to make explosions." Before getting into the car, Randall heard Jason mutter.

That's right, neither Gotham nor Brudhaven has the death penalty, and criminals are imprisoned in prisons, but the number of criminals has only increased a lot in recent years. Prison escapes, robbery and bombing are commonplace. The guys inside all ran out to seek freedom.

Jason sent him to the corner near the hotel after 10 minutes. Randall's hair was blown to a mess, he was holding on to the tree trunk in pain and retched, and he stretched out his hand to Jason. An internationally used friendly gesture, "Jason Todd, I'll fuck you!"

Someone in a red hood threw the black top hat back on Randall's head, turned the handlebar and drove off on the motorcycle.

Randall leaned against the tree and greeted Jason's family in his heart. He deeply felt that he would never be able to believe everything the Gotham people said in his life.

After a while, Randall wiped the corners of his mouth, straightened his hat, and walked slowly back to the hotel.

It’s not long since the previous riot, and the location is not far from here. There are not many people on this road, and the hotel lobby is also empty. Randall pressed the elevator floor, leaning on the side tiredly , his heels were sore, and he might have been worn out by his high heels. He bent down and took off his black stiletto shoes, and walked out of the elevator barefoot with the shoes in hand.

Randall knocked on the door, waiting for Lula to come and open it, but when it opened it was Dick standing behind it.

Before Randall could ask him why he was here, Dick pre-empted, with a bad tone, like a plaintive wife: "Are you finally willing to come back?"

Dick is angry.

Realizing this, Randall shrank back subconsciously, but Dick reached out and grabbed Randall's wrist, pulling him in.

"Sorry," Randall and Lula, who was sitting obediently on the sofa in the room, looked at each other. There were cartoons on the TV and a pile of finished snack packaging bags on the coffee table. Randall turned his head and apologized sincerely, "I I wanted to talk to you, but my phone is out of battery."

"Who's that man?" Dick asked. "How did you meet?"

"Uh..." Randall was startled by Dick's face suddenly approaching, raised his hands, and took a few steps back, "Ordinary friends, I met while drinking...that's, ordinary friends...the police officer."

He stared blankly and thought to himself: My boyfriend hasn't come to question him yet, why did you start asking first.

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