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

On the day they met Jason, the two of them disclosed their identities to each other, and of course the one who found out the most was Jason Todd, and these people have always had a bad habit of getting to the bottom of things.

Although Randall knew Jason's name, he had no curiosity about what this person had done or what happened. Jason seemed like the kind of guy who made himself a lot of enemies in Gotham because of his cheap talk.

Therefore, when he came to the police station with the contract that was snatched from the Penguin, Randall did not disclose the existence of Jason. When Dick asked, he hesitated and still did not say Jason's name. .

Intuition, his intuition is always accurate, and now his intuition tells him that there must be something wrong between Dick and Jason, he can't tell, maybe Jason has provoked Dick with his dirty words before?

"Would you like to calm down first?" Randall's back was pressed against the wall, and the distance between Dick and him was a little too close, and the cold light fell from above, fascinating Dick's photo enough. The pretty faces of all the 80-year-old girls are reflected brightly and delicately, and even the frowning brows are now more handsome and gloomy. Randall whispered: "...too close."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lula turning around on the sofa, holding a certain high-end ice cream box, watching the show with great interest,—as ​​if it was nothing to do with herself—the little supercilious Wolf!

Dick seemed to have just come to his senses, retracted his arm awkwardly, and backed away a little, but his brows were still furrowed, and he carefully looked at Randall from top to bottom, making sure that he was fine. After the injury, he barely calmed down, and he persuaded earnestly: "I know that there may be some agreement between you and him, but this is Gotham, and you have encountered it today... Things like that always happen. I'm really worried that you will be deceived."

Randall has his locator on him, so Dick has always known where Randall was taken, it's just that Dick chooses to give his lover free space, he doesn't want to want to be like that... …a neurotic control freak who likes to take everything into his own hands, but now Dick shamefully realizes that he kind of regrets it.

"You really look like my mother."

Randall sighed, threw away his shoes, walked into the bathroom, slowly squeezed out the hand sanitizer, and watched the liquid gradually turn into white foam. After a while, he raised his head and borrowed Looking back at Dick in the mirror, his voice was gentle and flat, "I mean, you've got too much control."

After washing his hands, he went to get the makeup remover, ready to remove all the makeup on his face.

"Although I'm a few years younger than you, I can tell right from wrong," Randall paused, and said calmly, "There won't be a second Hannibal."

Besides, Hannibal is a special case. Few people in this world can see the boundary between human nature and animal nature so blurred like him, and he has no guilt when killing people. Jason, Randall can be sure that he He's a good guy, at least, he's not that bad, at most he's a little crazy—oh, that sounds a little scary too.

Dick was silent—for a moment, without speaking.

Of course he knew that what Randall said was right, and what he was doing now was like what Bruce had done to him before, but... the elders were right a lot of the time, Dick at that age I don't know, and now Randall doesn't understand either.

He once left Gotham and that family because of these things, and during that time between him and Bruce, there were only endless arguments and quarrels, his hysteria and his demeaning disgust for his successor—so he Only after losing his relatives, the boy, his brother, he felt extremely shocked and regretted. He was fed up with this feeling of powerlessness, and became more and more afraid of experiencing the heavy pain of loss.

But this—how should he say it?

"Landa, I just..."

"Aren't you planning to go home today?" Randall interrupted him and asked, "It's late and I'm tired too, look, I'm fine, you can rest assured now. "

"I won't go back today." Dick leaned against the door and said, he lowered his head, looking a little lost, like a dog that has drowned and can't find its owner.

Randall softened his heart for no reason, and his aggressive tone died down, "What's the matter? The matter hasn't been resolved yet, haven't all the double-faced people been arrested?"

"...and some other things." Dick said vaguely, he was going to sleep in one of his safe houses after patrolling tonight, and now it looks like he has made his little boyfriend angry.

"Okay," Randall threw the dirty cotton pad into the trash can, "After all, your father is that Bruce Wayne, this hotel belongs to your family, you can open a room to live in."

"I didn't mean that." Seemingly hearing the comfort and meaningless politeness in Randall's tone, Dick frowned again, and his blue eyes were covered by a layer of shadow, "Landa, I'm not here Just because, fuck I need to know who the hell you're hanging out with! I just..."

He paused for a while, panting for breath quickly, as if it took too much energy to say these words, his eyes were fixed on the back, as if he wanted to catch him through the mirror .

"I just, miss you."

Frustrated, Dick conceived of many scenarios in which he would tell Randall's true identity, but none of them would happen in this one.

Randall's fingers froze. He was silent for nearly ten seconds before raising his head with a strange expression and asking, "You know what you just said, right?"

Dick closed the door of the bathroom with his backhand, and the wooden door's 'click'-sound cut off all the outside sounds, and the ending song of the cartoon could only squeeze in a few indistinct syllables through the crack of the door.

"You——" Randall turned around, and Dick, who was walking towards him, held his hand tightly, and those delicate emotions slipped into his body along the cold skin. , making him stiff.

Before Randall could react, he just struggled subconsciously, but was pulled into his arms by Dick forcefully, the soft and familiar feeling was like—a big bell struck heavily on Randall's head— Now, shock and unreality enveloped him, but the warm embrace was real.

Dick still had the faint smell of his usual pine perfume, and he suddenly complained childishly in Randall's ear, "What's so good about Nightwing, you tell him this and that every day, and he didn't even give you a gift. Why don't I worry that you will be cheated if you just climb over your window in the middle of the night and say a few witty words to you and you are so determined?"

Randall opened his mouth, but his brain was blank, and he couldn't say anything. Dick's voice echoed in his ears in a low voice, which was more bewitching than Lucifer's demon whispers.

"I was the one who went to the bar with you, I was the one who went out to dinner with you, I was the one who took you home, I was the one who saved you, I was the one who carried you back to bed, and I was the one who danced with you. Shut up Yeyi or something." Dick hugged him tighter aggrievedly, "Why can't I hold your hand during the day."

Randall: "..."

This topic is as bad as if he is a scumbag with two feet on his feet.

"Why do you..." Randall asked in a low voice in Dick's arms after returning to his senses, "Why do you want to be jealous of yourself?"

"Because you always show off your relationship with Yeyi in front of me."

"..." Randall was speechless for a few seconds, "But I didn't know you were Nightwing."

"That means you don't care about me at all!" Dick shouted, "Isn't there a sympathy between lovers, shouldn't you think that we are the same person?"

"Dick, have you been brainwashed by reading too many online novels?" Randall said, "Who would a normal person guess-a policeman is not enough to go to work during the day, and he will wear a tight uniform in the middle of the night to help others? , and don’t you think that kind of acting as a substitute is too vulgar and excessive?”

"I thought you'd recognize me," said Dick sullenly. "I-never got a chance to tell you about it."

Randall sighed, "I guessed it, but... I thought it was so incredible, so I couldn't believe it."

He did feel a lot of familiarity with Dick, and Nightwing never used a voice changer after that day. He heard Dick's voice several times and thought he heard Nightwing calling him.

"I really miss you," Dick said. "Every time I text you, I want to rush over and hug you."

Randall hugged him back hard, as if he wanted to press himself into Dick's body, "...I miss you too."

The matter ended in Lula's probing eyes.

Lula lost her snacks and cartoons and was sent off to brush her teeth and sleep, and Randall got a boyfriend who could hold hands and kiss openly even during the day.

"So are you going to sleep here today?" Randall sat on the bed and blinked at the person in front of him. A strange sense of excitement was beating in his head, stirring his nerves. He rushed to a place where he couldn't feel it, and Dick stood in front of him with a troubled look on his face.

"No—I still..." Dick hesitated—hesitantly wanted to leave, this was too much, all his eyes were focused on the boy sitting on the bed with his open collar and soft, moist red lips superior.

This time it was Randall who held him. Mi Ba's big man was not for nothing. The mutant with long hands and long legs used a little strength to pull his boyfriend over and muttered, "How do you change?" Now you're timid again, you were very energetic just now."

"..."

Dick couldn't tell if he was trapped in the bed, or if he really didn't want to get up after Randall pushed him down-either way he would never admit it.

He turned around and pressed his fingers on Randall's shoulder ambiguously. Seeing those bright blue eyes slowly being covered by his own shadow, he lowered his head and slowly approached Randall. , "This is what you asked for, then let's review it-the next step..."

The mutant narrowed his eyes and responded resignedly.

……

"Go to sleep."

Dick touched the bedside lamp and turned off the last light source in the room.

There was a dim night light from the window, which was the neon lights in the distance and the pale bright color of the moon. Dick held down Randall, who was turning anxiously beside him, stretched out his arms and hugged him, and said softly, "Have a good dream, Randa."

Sleepiness gradually crawled out of the corner, occupying his brain bit by bit, he opened his eyes, he could only see Dick's jaw blurred in the night, and his shallow breathing, Randall stared at it holding his breath - would Now, those emotions that could only be possessed for a short time are now slowly circulating in his body with the blood, as if they want to penetrate into every cell.

Randall leaned over and touched the corner of Dick's mouth, and he said, "You too."

Early in the morning Randall was awakened by Lula's knock on the door.

His cell phone was left in the hall. He forgot to charge it yesterday and now it is turned off. Dick’s cell phone alarm rang non-stop on the coffee table in the living room. Only Lula heard it. The little girl who couldn’t bear it angrily knocked on them door.

It was Dick who opened his eyes with Randall. He didn't understand that the two of them slept next to each other last night, why - when they woke up, the empty space between the two of them could even sleep three more people.

Dick rubbed his hair and said hoarsely, "Morning."

"...Well." Randall rubbed his face in confusion, and shouted out the door: "I'm awake, come out right away, don't knock."

Hearing that there was finally a response, Lula stepped on her slippers and returned to her bed.

Randall got out of bed and opened the door, picked up Dick's cell phone from the sofa, turned off the alarm clock that was still ringing, and said to Dick, "It's already eight fifty, Officer Dick, I guess we're going to be late .”

Hearing this time, Dick suddenly—shocked, his head—was awake in an instant. He quickly jumped out of bed, picked up his clothes from the back of the chair and ran into the bathroom, "Landa, who has a meeting today, we need to hurry up. !"

Randall shook his head, remembering this too, Director Gordon's tired face appeared in his mind, he rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror with Dick, and complained vaguely: "I His mouth seems to be broken, and it hurts a little, maybe you bit it."

Dick turned his head and pointed to a bright red mark on his lower lip to show Randall, "You obviously bit me too!"

The two were noisy, and they dug out a few packs of small cakes from the leftover snacks on the coffee table, mixed them with breakfast milk, and ate them together. Dick’s clothes were already dirty yesterday, and Randall took them off to change them before going out. He got one of his, they were a similar size, and Dick could wear a lot of Randall's clothes.

It was before 09:30 when they drove to GCPD. In the last few seconds, they pressed the staff ID card on the time card machine, and were chased into the meeting room by Louis with contemptuous eyes.

Randall doesn't need to go to the meeting. After all, he is a psychology professional, and most of the time he is not counted in the main team.

He went to his temporary work place to charge the phone, the black screen of the phone turned on after a while, and the accumulated hotspot messages and short messages of the night all jumped out one by one .

There were several messages and missed calls from Dick last night. He happened to be talking to Jason at that time. His phone was out of battery so he didn’t see them. There were also some homework assigned by the university’s online class. Real-time push from APP.

For example, the double-faced man suddenly appeared at Bruce Wayne's charity dinner yesterday and wanted to hijack everyone, and the news that Randall grabbed the double-faced man in a skirt and pointed a gun at his head, and some seven-seven The gossip news about the Wayne family-so-look at it, the crime of being hijacked by the double-faced man is actually the least popular among them.

Randall looked around and found that everyone was focusing on discussing: which rich man is next to the Internet celebrity anchor who is dressed as a woman.

Because the media put the photos of Randall and Dick walking in arm in arm, the brief eye contact between him and Tim, and the photos of him shaking hands with Bruce. They can even taste a little bit of affection - it's all because of their family's eyes - everyone even makes up stories with eyesight.

What finally defeated these messages was a video. The person holding the mobile phone to shoot the video was obviously cautious. Randall guessed that this person should be one of the people who attended the dinner last night.

The footage in the video records the part where Jason came in yesterday.A strong man with a red hood is riding a modified and handsome motorcycle. The equipment on his whole body looks better than all the little boys present. Even if he can't see his face, he can feel it under his clothes through his movements. A body full of power, not to mention, at the end, the rumored 'heroine' Randall, who was wearing a long black dress, chose to sit in his back seat. The motorcycle drove out of the hotel with a roar, and his skirt Dangling in the air, it was as romantic as a scene from a movie.

Randall's twitter was @艾卡顿,—betting on who he was with at first—the fans who got together were all impressed by this video, they took the screenshots and knocked around cp, it seems that Convinced that this is the boyfriend that Randall said in the live broadcast that day, I took the high-definition photos and the video taken by the entertainment reporter to find Amway everywhere, and Twitter became a sea of ​​"knock me to death" .

Randall: "..."

No, this is really not, you are all wrong!

The author has something to say: Good night!

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