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Life on campus is always peaceful and beautiful, but Gotham never lacks thrills and excitement.

As a representative building of the city, the Wayne Building was once again attacked by artillery fire.

The psychopaths from Arkham laughed and threw burning/burning/bottles recklessly, and the screams one after another were the most beautiful soundtrack to their ears.

Fear is spreading, as if the flame that can burn everything makes people tremble.

The Wayne Building is crumbling.

One after another, the disgraced employees fled in a hurry. Just to evacuate them and prevent the stampede from happening took more than half of the police force deployed.

The few conditioned patients approached madness, and they blatantly set fire to looting in broad daylight.

For Gotham, this is really a very local daily routine.

Batman is soon on the scene.He took Robin through the explosions, tirelessly taking down one perpetrator after another like a perpetual motion machine.

Those guys would only play cat and mouse with him, and never resisted after being caught, but let him tie them up with a big laugh.

Anyway, Batman can't kill, he was too busy catching all the fleeing patients to beat them up.

Isn't it just being imprisoned back to Arkham? As long as the clown is alive for a day, it will be easier to get in and out of that place.

Robin was so angry with their mocking laughter that he clenched his fists, and he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to cut off a person's neck.Under the confident gaze of that person, Batman stopped his actions.

"No, Robin. You gotta know what you're doing."

"But……"

Robin was not reconciled.

"I said, no."

Batman looked at these people indifferently, as if he didn't care about their attitude at all, "Don't waste time."

He didn't have any more words, but threw out his sharp claws and hooked them to the window of the building.

Ah Fu told him that there were signs of life activity in that sea of ​​flames.

He jumped in, facing the blazing flames.

Behind him, the man said with a smile:

"Little Bird, did you see that, this is the justice you represent!"

There was another burst of laughter.Robin wanted to pull out a knife and stab them in the heart several times, but the hand on his waist did not move for a long time.

They are pissing him off.These guys just wanted to humiliate him.

He wouldn't let them—the worst of them—get what they wanted.

Robin looked at the direction where Batman left.The only entrance has collapsed, and the oxygen that was already isolated by the fire will be even thinner.

Batman is facing a severe test.

When the flame burns, it can make various sounds, and Batman can't hear any calls for help at all, and it is difficult to judge the direction of the signs of life.He had to prepare for the worst, maybe the other party had fainted due to lack of oxygen.

He has to hurry up.

The choking smoke filled the entire building. Batman listened to the direction guidance from Ah Fu in the earphones, crossed layers of obstacles, and finally found the person stranded here.

It was a little girl who had been hit by a falling ceiling with only her head sticking out.

When Batman found her, she was still conscious, but her throat was choking from the excessive smoke inhalation.

He removed the dropped objects on her body, held her in his arms, and followed the re-planned route to find the exit.

The black uniform was stained with the little girl's blood. In such an emergency, he had no way to bandage her, so he could only press the bleeding wound with his palm first.

The force was too weak to stop the bleeding. The little girl felt the pain and lay on his shoulder shaking uncomfortably.

"Good boy, bear with it, and you'll be out soon."

Batman comforted her as softly as he could while patting her on the back with his other hand.

He thought of his daughter Fiona.At such a young age, she often had colds and fevers, and she was unwilling to take injections and medicines.

At that time, he also picked her up and coaxed her patiently.Inexperienced, he held the baby in the wrong position, and when Fiona was uncomfortable in his arms, she was even more reluctant to hold her baby.

willing to cooperate.

Batman's thoughts wandered briefly, before returning to the urgent situation.When the little girl stopped crying, he freed up another hand to protect her head.

The fire was gradually reduced by the efforts of firefighters outside, but a piece of the crumbling ceiling still fell.

There were obstacles everywhere, and Batman, who couldn't dodge in time, held the girl in his arms, bearing this not-so-light weight with his back.

The sound of the object falling startled the girl and she started crying again.

So delicate, just like his daughter.

Batman didn't say a word, as if he wasn't the one who got hit.He hugged the girl, ignoring the bloody wound behind him, and accelerated towards the finish line.

After handing over the girl to the parents who were anxiously looking for her, his pain sensation was slow to reach the nerves, telling him that his injury was not serious.

But when he saw the picture of the parents holding the child tightly in their arms, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He unzipped the universal belt and took out an orange-flavored candy from it.

"This is to reward you." The voice after the voice changer was extremely low, but it was magically able to hear the gentleness, "You are very brave and did a great job."

Ah Fu's voice came from the earphone: "Master, I hope this is not an expired candy."

Batman declined the thanks to his parents, and after walking away from the crowd, he responded to Ah Fu: "Of course not, I buy new ones every year."

"But you seldom send them out anymore."

"The child will grow up, Ah Fu. She doesn't like sweets now."

As for why he continued to buy, Alfred didn't ask again.

Living in a city like Gotham, encountering a terrorist attack is not a big news, and it is even more common for the employees of Wayne Group.

They are proficient in escape skills. If the employee with the child did not go out temporarily and left the child in the tea room where no one was paying attention, the little girl would not be stranded in the building alone.

The fire gradually extinguished, but Batman's brows never loosened.

This is another attack on Wayne, what on earth is the Joker trying to do?

Has he already guessed Batman's true identity?

Or……

"Master, it's time for you to come back and treat the wound." Ah Fu called him through the headset, "You don't want to wait for your child to come home on the weekend and see his father covered in bruises, right?"

Batman was silent for a moment.

He said: "Called the school and told her not to go home this weekend. It's been very uneasy recently."

"Maybe Miss will be sad. I believe you can see that she doesn't like living in the school, and she is not very happy that she is the only boarder in the family." Ah Fu reminded.

"I know, Ah Fu. But Gotham is too dangerous. She has no ability to protect herself. I have long wanted to send her to Metropolis."

"Please don't do this, it will inevitably push your relationship with her further and further. Don't forget, she is still a 14-year-old child."

Batman didn't speak any more, only sighed.

He looked up at the ruined Wayne Building, and his inner thoughts were struggling violently again.

If his Fiona was inside today, would she be able to escape in time?

She was so thin, weighing less than 75 pounds.In the dense flow of people, she can only be dragged forward or pulled behind, which is very prone to stampede accidents.

Wayne is Gotham's target, and Fiona bears such a surname, which makes Bruce worry about her safety all the time.

Especially after Jason's death, not only that painful memory will be repeated in his dreams, but also all kinds of accidents that happened to Fiona will be staged.

Car accident, drowning, fire, kidnapping...

It was as if his subconscious mind was constantly reminding him that he would lose this child one day.

Impossible, he will protect her well.

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The first floor of the girls' dormitory is where the administrators work, and the duty desk here will store some items sent by parents.

"These two bags are autumn school uniforms, put them over there." The administrator directed the new interns, and said with emotion, "The current students are really the treasures of the family, and they will rush to send clothes over as soon as the temperature cools down." .”

The intern looked at the two identical gift bags of a certain brand and asked, "Are these from the same person?"

"No, one belongs to 309 Alisa and the other belongs to 205 Fiona."

"Fiona?" The intern couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Is that Fiona from the Wayne family?"

The administrator glared at her: "There are only students here, no one's family! Please remember this for me, the students here are not ordinary people, and their information is not something you can discuss at will. The last one who was expelled Man, just because you secretly took a picture of a certain student, don't you want to do it?"

The intern shut up embarrassingly: "Senior, don't be angry... I just don't say anything."

The administrator waved his hand and said, "Okay, hurry up and find a post-it note and write the names of the two girls on it. I will call them later and tell them to come down and pick it up."

The interns who were taught a lesson repeatedly said yes.The administrator got up to do other things. She put the two bags of clothes in a conspicuous place in front of the stage, and wrote 309 Alisa first.

Both bags are school uniforms, and the administrator doesn't seem to say which bag is whose.

Post it casually first, and ask when she comes back.

When she was about to write Fiona's name, a girl was welcomed in front of the duty desk.

"Why is the internet disconnected in my room again?" The girl's tone was bad, obviously very upset, "How many times this month? Can you send a professional to fix it, don't keep wasting my time!"

The intern bit the bullet and said, "Sorry, I'm new here..."

"I don't care when you come, you have to help me solve the problem!"

The girl rolled her eyes, "Come upstairs with me now and call someone to fix it. I'm very busy and I'm going to class soon. After class, I have to use the intranet to make up my homework before I can go home , so you go and watch the repairman, don't let him touch things in my room."

"But, I have to stay here on duty." The intern wondered, "Why don't I call maintenance for you after you finish class?"

"No! I have to use the Internet when I come back from get out of class, don't delay my return home!" She patted the table angrily, "My family has shares in this school. If you don't do what I say today, tomorrow You don't need it."

The humble intern was at a loss. Under the girl's aggressive attitude and constant urging, she had no choice but to agree to the other party's request to help her look after the room.

Before leaving, she wanted to take off the two bags of clothes first, but was ridiculed by the girl:

"Stop procrastinating here, hurry up and go with me! What do you think of the students in our school? We don't have the hobby of stealing other people's things. Don't bring your petty bourgeois habits here. .”

The intern blushed when she was told, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only leave with her.

About 5 minutes later, a passing girl stopped.

"Alyssa's things, just help her get them up."

She took the bag with Alisa's name on it.

A few minutes later, two girls walked by holding hands, talking and laughing.

Alisa saw the familiar gift bag and told her friend happily: "My family sent me a school uniform. My mother really loves this brand, and she shows it all the time."

She went up to check and saw that there were school uniforms inside, which further confirmed her thoughts.

A friend said: "Are the current duty desks so irresponsible? Things are left here without a name. What if someone takes them by mistake?"

"Don't worry about her, go back and complain to the principal. My mother probably used it for clarity and easy identification. And among the boarding students, there are very few people who can afford this brand."

Alisa returned to the dormitory with her clothes and found the same bag on her desk again.The roommate said that the bag had her name on it, and she helped bring it up.

Feeling puzzled, Alisa took a closer look at the bag in her hand, and found something in it.

I found another earring that she had left out at home.

Then this bag must be hers, and the other bag has her name on it.

After thinking about it, she said, "Oh, it turns out that my family knew that I was too lazy to change clothes, so they sent four sets of school uniforms."