[Comprehensive British and American] After the citizens of Gotham have the system

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"The bat dart just now was indeed you."

After Evelyn said these words, she seemed to be able to hear the "hiss" of the Red Hood.

At this time, she was exhausted, but he knew his secret and could come to save her, which really made her a little grateful.

She shrugged and smiled, trying to show that she was okay, but judging by the way the red hood looked, she didn't seem to be very successful.

"Then." Evelyn raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her right arm, "Help me?"

She meant to help her up, but without saying a word, Red Hood bent down and lifted her up like flour—really, the kind with her stomach stuck on his shoulders.

"Pfft." Evelyn was stuck on the spot and spit out a few mouthfuls of sea water.

"Cough, cough, cough." She couldn't help coughing a few times, her gratitude suddenly dropped by [-]%, and she couldn't help but look at him a little speechlessly, "Do you still remember that I am a wounded person?"

He didn't say a word, but he was obviously much lighter when he put her on the back of the motorcycle.

——She took it as his apology.

Red Hood gave her a helmet and let her lean behind him to start the bike.

The wind howled at night, hitting her body like a knife after being soaked in the icy sea water. Even wearing a red hooded coat, she couldn't resist the cold.

But she knew that the red hood sitting in front of her had already blocked [-]% of the night wind for her.

She looked at Red Hood's thin T-shirt, thought for a while, and wrapped her hands around his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Red Hood was startled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the motorcycle followed suit.

His big reaction made Evelyn suddenly a little embarrassed, "Well...the wind is so strong, too little clothes can easily catch cold in the stomach?"

The red hood was speechless for a while, and Evelyn seemed to hear "no need" being blown away in the wind in a trance, but she was too tired and didn't have the energy to distinguish whether she was hallucinating or not.

You can only do your best to surround him before he falls asleep.

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"Uh huh." Evelyn could feel the glare of the sun and the severe headache, and had to raise a hand to block it.

She lay down for two or three minutes before she recovered.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the familiar white roof. She turned her head and saw the bedside table made of synthetic fiber boards. There was also a simple black electronic watch on it, showing 14:28.

Red Hood's safe house again.

The dark brown door was suddenly pushed open, and what came into view was the red helmet of the red hood.

I have to say, the color is really eye-catching.

Without saying a word, Red Hood came in with a tray and placed it on her bedside.

On the tray are porridge, oatmeal, milk...a tomato and an egg?

Evelyn propped herself up and sat up, a little dumbfounded, "Do you mean scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" She pointed to the tomato and the egg.

Should I say this person is caring or vindictive?

This is exactly the same as what I gave him.

Red Hood lifted his chin slightly, expressing his meaning with gestures—do you like to eat or not.

She still felt that he really had a sense of vigilance, like a superman.

Evelyn looked at herself, it was still the yellow dress stained with blood and sea water yesterday.

He really is a man of integrity.

After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "I think I'd better wash up a little first."

Hearing her words, he turned his head straight out of the bedroom, took a package in and threw it to her within five seconds.

She hurriedly reached out to catch it, and put on her most friendly smile: "Thank you, I will trouble you."

It was past three o'clock when Evelyn came out of the bathroom, and she changed into the clothes given to her by the red hood.

It was still a skirt, her favorite style with a narrow waist, and she unexpectedly fit it snugly after she put it on.

He had also kindly bought her disposable underwear—one size fits all, which made her a little uncomfortable seeing them.

He was considered to be the first man in his life to buy her underwear besides Muffer - Muffle that time, sorry she didn't want to mention it, it was a lifelong pain to send the mission aunt ahead of schedule.

Her boobs were still a little swollen when she came out—okay, she got it, her boobs were bigger than average.

Looking at the somewhat impatient Red Hood sitting on the sofa in the living room, the edges of his figure seemed to glow under the sunlight, which made her a little dazed.

She paused for a few seconds, and went to heat up the breakfast he brought her?Lunch?

She sat across from him a little awkwardly, always feeling weird about him today, "Are you eating?"

He folded his arms and looked at her without speaking.

Oh, don't eat.

She finished eating silently and cleaned up the tableware, knowing that she was a little nosy, but in the end she looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know how to use a batarang?"

"You're not provoking Batman again this time, are you?" Evelyn joked thoughtfully.

As a result, Red Hood looked at her silently, but did not speak.

"Is it really provoking Batman?" Evelyn couldn't help staring at him with wide eyes, "What are you thinking?"

"It's fine to provoke the clown, but also to provoke Batman?" Her voice was a little higher than usual.

After she stopped, she thought about the arrogance of the Red Hood during this time, and couldn't help sighing, "I really don't know who you are, how dare you provoke the two most dangerous people in Gotham."

"And also 'warned' me not to provoke Batman." Evelyn squinted and looked at him narrowly. He was so flamboyant that he still felt that she was impulsive.

"Wait." Looking at the red hood, she suddenly realized something was wrong, "Why didn't you talk today?"

Red Hood usually doesn't talk very much, but occasionally he would use modal particles to express his sarcasm, but today he didn't even use modal particles.

"Oh." His mockery came from the hood.

That's right, but it's still weird.

"Take your things when you leave." He left the safe house without saying a word.

...Is there something wrong with his voice?

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Evelyn was surprised to see Jed again.

She thought he wouldn't come after what happened last time.

Debra told her that she saw Jed wandering around the street for more than ten minutes before coming in.

...It has to be said that Debra has always had an unusually keen observation ability in this kind of matter.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in Gotham is very large, even in the city center, the temperature difference is still very obvious, which is why she was so cold that she lost her mind last night.

Jed was wearing a dark blue sweater jacket, which attracted the attention of at least half of the people in the restaurant when he came in.

As soon as he sat in the booth, he could not help coughing when he heard "cough cough".

It seemed that she had caught a cold. She looked around, and there seemed to be several girls eager to rush up to ask for their warmth.

Evelyn also sneaked a few glances at him. His face is indeed very beautiful. Appreciating beauty is a human instinct. Looking at his appearance makes one feel good.

Looking at his good figure, which can't be concealed even with a jacket like a big coat, she suddenly thought of the red hood, and the figure under the red hood coat is also so good.

Sure enough, good-looking people are all the same, but ugly people are all kinds of strange things?

Accompanied by Jed's coughing, Evelyn suddenly thought that even the sound processed by the red hood at noon today sounds weird. Could it be that he has a cold?

Impossible, he's so tough, she thought, shrugging her shoulders as if responding to herself.

Thinking of the Red Hood, she couldn't help but think of the phrase "I said don't mess with Batman."

Hearing that unkind words at the moment when she seemed to be on the verge of death also prevented her from feeling bad towards him.

After all he helped her, didn't he?

In fact, she didn't need to think about it to find that she couldn't help but think of the Red Hood today.

But to be honest, she was single for two years—the last one was her deskmate in high school chemistry experiment class—after he appeared in this situation, he prepared breakfast for her again this morning?noon?Meal, her drawbridge reflexes were on the verge of sounding the alarm.

Bah, a provocative and unknowing scumbag. (?)

Evelyn couldn't help cursing secretly in her heart.

They have seen how dangerous the Red Hood is, and it is definitely not a good thing to have a good impression of him.

Not only does he seem uninteresting to her, if she really likes him, she must be at an emotional disadvantage, but also because he is too dangerous, she doesn't know who the face under the hood is, will there be more? Big trouble.

The Red Hood is dangerous in every sense of the word, charmingly dangerous.

Evelyn summed it up. Fortunately, it was only a little favor, and she had to strangle her nascent suspension bridge reaction in the cradle.

And one of the best ways to suffocate in the cradle is to start a new relationship, have a crush on someone else or have a crush on someone.

She glanced randomly, and suddenly saw Jed in the booth.

Ah, isn't there just one?

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