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

"Selene is dead."

Randall's voice was low, like a whisper in a dream.

"Uh-huh? What?"

Dick was still feeling sorry for Randall, who was fighting alone, but the little mutant looked very tired. After a pause for a few seconds, he suddenly realized what Randall was talking about, and suddenly became nervous.

"She died? What happened, an accident? Or... Huh, Randa?"

The person in his arms stopped making any noise and leaned over softly.

Dick quickly helped him up, and saw Randall hanging his head listlessly, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and there were tiny transparent raindrops on his long eyelashes, as if he was crying.

Don't you have a fever again?Dick thought uneasily, pressing his forehead against it.

The drowsy mutant's forehead was hot, and even the breath he exhaled was hot. Dick's skin was soaked in the cold wind and night rain. Randall subconsciously rubbed against Dick's body temperature, and fell back into Dick's arms. inside.

Dick: "..." I really have a fever.

After all, it's true, the fever just went away two days ago, and today it's such a toss, some small wounds on the arm are drenched in the rain, it's not surprising that it will be like this...

I should have noticed it when I was on the fighter plane before, and Landa was clearly trying to be brave.

Footsteps could be heard in the pattering rain. Dick pressed Randall's head in his arms and looked sideways. It was people from the army and the police station. There seemed to be a few cameramen from the TV station behind him, carrying cameras from The other end rushed over, and the bright light shone from a distance, which was very dazzling.

Dick weighed it in his mind for a few seconds, thinking that Bruce and the others would be coming soon, and with Landa's vague words just now, staying here would definitely become very troublesome, so he should take him back to take some medicine first...

He hugged Randall tightly, and the claw gun fired towards the wall on one side. Before the lights could reach him, Dick's figure holding Randall flickered and disappeared at the door of GCPD.

Dick remembers that he has a safe house nearby, so he can go there first, and return to the manor after the rain subsides... Well, I don't know what the outcome of the Selene incident is, and someone should be there later Let's do an autopsy, and the surveillance at the police station is not broken...

He frowned a little irritably, thinking in his heart that it would be better to hide the person first, and it would not be too late until he figured out what was going on here - anyway, there was nothing missing in the safe house, maybe it would be better than staying in the safe house. Randall is more at ease in Wayne Manor.

The mutant wore the combat uniform that Dick gave him before going out. Although the black material is not easy to see stains, but after being a vigilante for so many years, he is very sensitive to the smell of blood. There must be something on Randall. Injured, thinking of this Dick made him a little irritable again, his unpleasant emotions squeezed his chest cavity, and a faint craving for cigarettes began to haunt his mind.

Dick counted the remaining intersections, Randall's head was leaning against his neck, his soft hair was sticking to his neck wetly, probably because of the uncomfortable position of being held by Dick with one hand, Randall twisted He twisted his body and mumbled a few words indistinctly.

... But Landa doesn't seem to like the smell of smoke, so forget it.

Although I haven't come back to the safe house in Gotham for a long time, Tim occasionally comes to sneak fish to rest, so the room is still liveable, and it won't be covered with dust.

He turned on the light, kicked the mess aside, and carried the little mutant to the sofa.

Randall lay on his back moaning, raising his arms to shield his eyes from the sudden glare of the room light.

Dick first boiled some water, then found out the medicine cabinet and searched for anti-inflammation medicine and antipyretic medicine, and fed the medicine to the drowsy man before he began to help him change his clothes and apply medicine.

"Don't move, just raise your hand."

The clothes that had soaked up the rain were heavy and sticky, and it was very difficult to take them off. In addition, Randall was not very cooperative, and moved uneasily under his hands like a loach.

Randall raised his eyelids to look at him after hearing the voice.

"Dickie-"

Randall called him in a dragging voice, his voice became hoarse and deep because of the cold, his dazed gaze was fixed on Dick's face, the other's wet black hair was dripping with rain, Randall squinted his eyes and paused After a while, he complained slowly: "I'm so hot..."

While grunting, he raised his hand to hook Dick's neck, but Dick quickly lifted his clothes from under his posture and took them off.

"Well……"

Randall, whose head was covered with wet clothes, blinked blankly with his bare upper body, and said after a while, "...I'm in a little pain."

"You know the pain too, why didn't you say it before?"

Frowning, Dick brought over the sterile cotton balls and hemostatic agent on the table.

Therefore, black combat uniforms are sometimes inconvenient, and it is impossible to tell whether there is any injury at a glance. Although nanomaterials can prevent fire, explosion and bullets to a certain extent, they are chosen as clothing after all, and the density is not very high. It is inevitable to be affected. Even Batman is covered with hard armor and suffers from injuries every day, let alone Randall knocking down mutants all the way.

On the white and well-proportioned limbs, some scratches oozing with blood can be clearly seen, and some of them have even been whitened by the edges of the rainwater.

Dick sighed, looking at the little mutant yelling 'it hurts', helplessly wiped Randall's body with a hot towel, and carefully wiped the wounds with alcohol cotton.

Randall gasped, squinting his eyes in pain, and wanted to get off the sofa like a carp. Dick had to hold Randall's arms with one hand, and his knees were on both sides of Randall's body. Don't let people kick around, and fix people tightly on the sofa.

"..."

Randall calmed down after getting used to the stimulation of alcohol. He himself has a high tolerance for pain. After all, he is a person who has experienced tens of thousands of deaths. Once the numb pain lasts for too long, his body will The protection mechanism is reduced.

Dick lowered his head and was helping him clean the wound—in fact, it will heal in a day, and it's not a serious injury.Thinking of this, Randall breathed lightly subconsciously, and began to diverge his thoughts: But the boyfriend's service is still very good, and the way of applying medicine is also very skillful... I don't know if Dick was injured before, did he bandage the wound by himself?

From his vantage point, he could see Dick's long, flickering eyelashes and the high bridge of his nose, with a red streak left by the domino eye patch.Blue eyes under black lashes stared intently at Randall's body...like stars?gem?In short, it is a shiny thing, and he likes it very much.

"Are you going to kiss me?"

Randall asked.

"Huh?" Dick looked up hesitantly, a look of surprise flashed in his blue eyes.

"Don't you?" Randall felt a little lost.

"..." Dick leaned on his body, paused for two seconds, then lowered his head and leaned over.

It might be because of the heat, his lips were hot and dry, but Dick's lips were cool and soft... Randall tilted his head up happily, changing to a more comfortable angle.

Isn't that very honest.He became dizzy again under the other party's superb kissing skills.

Dick's surging emotions slammed him too close, spinning him into a sweet trap.

But what was Dick mad about?

Randall's eyes were open and he met Dick's approaching, angry eyes.

His mushy brain stopped working temporarily, and he closed his eyes after watching for a while.

never mind.Dick's eyes looked good even when he was angry.

……Fell asleep?

Dick propped up his body, tried not to touch the wound on Randall's skin that had been rubbed with medicine, and slowly looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the little mutant.

For the first time, he had a deeper understanding of his own kissing skills—could he actually knock someone out with a kiss? !

Forget it, it's more reassuring to fall asleep.

Dick continued to check whether there were other wounds on Randall's body. After thoroughly checking and bandaging him, he bent down to pick him up and put him on the bed in the bedroom.

There are many missed calls and short messages stored in the mobile phone that was thrown aside. Dick glanced at it and saw that it was from Tim and the others.

It is two o'clock in the morning, and Gotham City is shrouded in darkness. He raised his hand and closed the window in the bedroom, blocking the rumbling thunder outside, and drew the curtains again, tidied himself before holding the phone Leave the safe house.

On the way Dick rushed to Wayne Manor, he had already envisioned more than a dozen situations that would happen next, from Selene's accidental death, being backlashed, struck to death by lightning... to his boyfriend who might have killed someone, Still on Batman's turf.

This kind of development can be said to be an unimagined path.

Of course he knew how insisted Bruce was on the bottom line of not killing people, and he could also think that he agreed to Randall's past in this matter—that he himself pushed the boy to a dead end—Bruce would definitely feel very guilty and painful.

The question is, how can he keep Randa from Bruce's hands?

……elopement?

It doesn't seem to work either.

And when Dick arrived at Wayne Manor, he realized that he had overthought... well, he was wrong from the beginning.

"... what? A demon?"

His vigilant expression gradually turned dull, listening to what Tim said was like listening to some online novel.

The younger brother, whose eyes were black and blue, turned the computer to Dick and played the video for him.

"The internal monitoring of the police station, we deleted it after copying it away... I think it may be the evidence left by the other party to show us?" Tim rubbed his hair, "After all, it is that kind of legendary creature. Tanna said that the behavior of the magic side is generally not recorded, and there is no trace of manipulation in the surveillance—it can only be guessed like this.”

"Oh, oh..." Dick stared blankly at the computer screen, which showed the confrontation between Randall and Selene.

The woman's hand | the gun was still on Randall's chest, and I don't know what the two of them said. The next second, Randall's figure appeared on the other side of Selene, and the air that was originally empty Suddenly, a man in a black suit with black wings appeared, holding a... like a trident weapon from Atlantis. After a few words, a man in a black suit appeared behind Selene. The strange space distortion field dragged people into it...

"Gone..." Dick said.

"Yeah, it disappeared." Tim yawned, "Zatana said it was hell, um...she said that the other party used the power of gods to disrupt human society after all, and this punishment is normal."

Dick let out a breath, completely relaxed, and asked, "What about Bruce? Still in GCPD?"

Tim raised his hand listlessly, pointed to the bedroom upstairs, and said calmly: "I'm coaxing the kids, Lula was flustered when she didn't see Landa, and she was almost bitten when I brought her back...why didn't I People told me that she ran so fast that B and I almost missed her—to be honest, I was really tired..."

Dick: "..."

Tim rubbed his face. "So where did you take Randa?"

"..." Dick looked away guiltily, "Landa has a fever, I took him to a nearby safe house."

"Ha," Tim chuckled mockingly, knowing his elder brother's thoughts at a glance: "You must be thinking too much."

"...I'll bring him back tomorrow."

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