[Comprehensive British and American] Games are merging

Damian hadn't changed into Robin's uniform yet. He was sitting alone on the swivel chair in the Batcave, with a sullen face as if he was thinking about something.

Although he put on this expression, Damian actually didn't think about anything right now, he just let his mind go blank.

No matter what I think about, I will eventually think of the guy who has left them long ago.

—Because today is a special day.

Thinking of this, Damian felt a burst of irritability rising from the bottom of his heart.

Damian controlled the swivel chair to turn around, and then caught a glimpse of a glass cabinet not far away in an obvious position.

In that glass case are the Lego blocks of their whole family—including, of course, the one that Lin He put together by himself.

Although Lin He has never been to the Bat Cave, and doesn't even know about this secret cave under Wayne Manor, there are things that belong to her here.

Damian glanced across the row of Lego bricks with bright smiles or serious faces, and looked away without saying anything.

That glass cabinet was moved into the Batcave by his father Bruce himself one day, and all of them saw the scene at that time.

Although Bruce never said why he did it, Damian could guess why he moved those things to the Batcave.

Although seeing those things will bring back memories of the past, thinking of the Lego owner who has left, and will feel pain or sadness because of it-but this pain is what they need, and it is what they need to remember. pain.

Ha, such behavior is like masochistic.

Damian thought, but maybe I feel the same way as my father.

Otherwise, why would he carefully take down the wooden wall clock every day and wipe it with his own hands, why would he occasionally lean against the door of the piano room to listen to Tim or Dick playing the piece that Lynch had played, why did he once in a cloudy night Stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stare at a completely hidden starry sky.

Looking back on the past, Damian felt a little ridiculous.

When he was impatient with Lin He, she seemed to be dangling in front of him all the time; but now, when he started to miss her, she was nowhere to be seen.

If only we could spend more time together, if we could see the guy who left like this again, even, if he could be faster on the way to help Nightwing...

In that way, the letter he wrote long ago but failed to deliver to her will have a recipient, and the fireworks that his father promised to give her will also be able to bloom in the night sky...

Damian let out a deep breath, took one last look at Lego Helea who was quietly smiling beside Lego Bruce, then turned and left the Batcave.

——It’s a bit too deserted here.

It was so deserted that he had some impossible ideas emerge from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe that letter would have been quietly lying in his drawer like this, waiting for the recipient who could no longer return.

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I'm torn on what to get you for your next birthday - because you're always smiling and don't look like you want anything in particular.

Of course, I'm totally free to ask you what you want, but that's not a surprise - that's the Drake guy's conclusion.I have to admit, this is one of the few places where I agree with him.

My father told me that maybe I could write you a letter with my own hand, as he did last year.

I think the father's method is obviously the best option compared to Drake's sending clothes and Todd's sending perfume, which is why you have this letter.

Although I have only been with you for more than a year, I seem to have gotten used to your existence.

Sometimes I also think, what is your existence to us?

I have a lot of ideas, but I don't want to tell you here, maybe I will tell you in the next letter-if I am still completely out of ideas for birthday gifts next time you have a birthday.

Grayson said that the letter to you should say something I can't usually say, and my father agreed with this proposal, but frankly, it is a bit difficult for me.

What are the so-called "words that make people feel warm", and what are "words that make the reader feel your heart"?

As I write this, I think I should slap Grayson out the door for yelling "put your whole heart on the letter paper" nonsense.

Dick's room was a bit dark, and he leaned against the window quietly, without the slightest intention to turn on the light.

He held a somewhat delicate paper airplane in his hand.

This kind of paper airplane was taught by Lin He, and the paper used to fold this paper airplane is a piece of letter paper.

He wrote a few words on the letter paper that he wanted to express, but after writing half of it, he couldn't write any more.

But it was a pity to tear it up, so Dick simply folded the letter into a paper airplane.

Dick looked towards the east through the window, and he knew that Lin He had lived in his hometown for more than ten years on the other side of the sea.

Lin He lived there for more than ten years, but the time he spent in Gotham was so short.

It was still raining, and the patter of raindrops hit his window.

Dick was waiting for the rain to stop.

In order to refer to how to write this kind of letter, I went to my father and asked him to briefly describe the specific content of the letter he wrote to you last year, but he refused.

My father said that this kind of thing can't be used as a reference. I can only pursue my own heart, express my heart sincerely, and write the words in my heart on letter paper.

When did father become so idealistic?He thought I didn't see it - he clearly just didn't want to tell me the content of the letter!

Standing in the garden holding an umbrella, Bruce is also waiting for the rain to stop.

The rain gradually became lighter, and when the rain stopped, bright fireworks were set off over Wayne Manor.

The fireworks burst into dazzling brilliance at night, but they were scattered and extinguished in an instant.

The beautiful fireworks have only such a short life, leaving traces of their past in the sky at the moment of blooming.

But at least at this moment, the sky above Wayne Manor belongs only to them.

The successive illusory flowers seem to entrust some unique emotions.

They all said that you were born in summer, the son of midsummer, so you are glowing with scorching light and heat like the sun in summer.

In this respect I agree with them.

Gold and blue, whenever I see this combination, I think of the summer sky-of course, it must be a sunny day in Gotham.

Bruce raised his head in silence, watching the fireworks set off by him.

The light of fireworks was reflected in his eyes, flickering on and off.

This is the gift he promised to give Lin He, and the fireworks that he promised to let her watch with the whole family.

...but this gift was one step too late.

So now I like summer a little bit, because it's the season of your birth.

It's not a bad thing to meet you, and I'm even fine with the fact that you'll be a frequent presence in my life in the future.

Bruce moved his lips, and finally said with some difficulty

"Happy birthday, Hurley."

On this special day today, I wish you a happy birthday.

—Your best brother, Damian Wayne

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Lin He, who was walking towards the classroom, was a little absent-minded, but in order not to let the roommates who had been worried about her mental state treat her carefully as if they were caring for a newborn baby, she forced herself to focus on the roommate who was gossiping on campus. On Gu Yuan.

At this time, a paper airplane wobbled and flew low in front of Lin He, and finally landed on her shoe.

Gu Yuan, who was sharing gossip, also saw the paper airplane, and she bent down to pick it up in surprise, "It's been a century since someone still makes paper airplanes?"

Lin He looked around with the book in his arms, but he didn't see anyone who seemed to be the owner of the paper airplane.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan blinked and asked, "Why don't I take it apart and have a look? It looks like it's made of folded letter paper. Could it be that you wrote some confession?"

Lin He felt a little dumbfounded, she didn't expect that Gu Yuan still had such pink fantasies in her heart.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Gu Yuan who had carefully opened the paper airplane, and asked curiously, "Is there anything written on it?"

"No, it's blank letter paper." Gu Yuan folded the paper airplane back with some disappointment, "Sure enough, such a fictional scene is impossible to appear in reality."

"That's true, so don't have that weird idea anymore." Lin He responded with a smile.

This sentence was said to Gu Yuan, and it was also said to herself.

She has been trying to get her newly created game character back to Gotham, and even contacted the game company, but in the end she found that the Gotham that belonged to her can never go back.

There isn't even a trace of Gotham in the game's database.

She had tried everything she could think of and tried for a long time, but to no avail.

Not even the company that makes the game has a clue about this.

...Perhaps, it's time to let go of the extravagant hope of meeting them again.