When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Bruce put his elbows on the table and covered his eyes. He was only wearing a shirt. The gunshot wound on his shoulder last night hadn’t healed yet, and he didn’t care much about it. The result was that the wound burst, blood seeped into the bandage, and the white shirt was stained. A little gloomy blood.

Weier complained to Jason holding the little cotton ball aggrievedly, saying that it was not the white room, but she was still given an injection!

She looked back at the culprit who stabbed him, the hill-like man was sitting there wearily, his shoulders were dizzy with blood.

Weier looked at him, and carefully removed the small cotton ball on his arm. There was a small blood spot on the small cotton ball, and the white and tender arm was no longer bleeding.

She looked at the little blood spot on the cotton ball, and at the shoulder of the "culprit".

Then she ran over in small steps, stood on tiptoe, covered the small cotton ball the size of a thumb with her small hand, and carefully pressed her palm on the man's shoulder.

Bruce didn't avoid the gentle force, put down his palm, and looked down at her.

The little girl's face was full of generosity and a little bit of worry, "Seeing that you hurt more than me, I will forgive you this time".

Jason couldn't stand it anymore, and came over with a bandage to bandage him.

Bruce said softly, "Thank you."

He was silent for a while, tentatively stretched out his hand, and landed on the little girl's head with a force as light as a feather.

Dissatisfied, Weier tiptoed again and rubbed against his palm.

Her emotions are too straightforward. If she likes it, she likes it. If she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it. She never hides it. A Samoyed that can be abducted with ham sausage.

Such a character is dangerous to herself and those around her.

But at the same time, this kind of innocence also makes her like a little sun, making people unconsciously want to get close to her for warmth.

Bruce thought.

"She has something to do with the League of Assassins," Bruce said.

Jason's hand stopped, and he accidentally wrapped the bandage a little harder.

Bruce frowned in pain, but didn't move.

"...So?" Jason's tone was displeased, and there was something sharp lurking in his voice.

What is he trying to say?She is a threat?

"If you want her to be a family member, how much have you considered the trouble of the League of Assassins?"

Bruce paused.

"This is one aspect. On the other hand, have you had contact with her family?"

"I don't know her origin, but I can basically determine that her mind is not yet sound. So if her family finds her, will you let her go, or rely on your time together to keep her here? It’s about you, so what about the impact on her?”

"If you want to take her in, legally you don't meet the conditions for adopting a daughter, and you can't even give her a comprehensive identity, so should she receive education, and how? Next, Jason, would you like to?"

What Bruce didn't say was that in addition to legal status, there was also a more important responsibility that came with it.

He takes that responsibility, and if he fails, how does he recover from the blow?How will the girl be affected?

"Not now," Jason said, cutting the gauze with scissors.

It's not that he hasn't thought about these issues, but he is always interrupted by various things and put on hold.

After all, can their profession and status really afford such a responsibility?

He himself is a failure case.

Val was captured by Alfred's cookies who came down to arrest him himself, and happily ate the snacks.

"Wait a little longer." Jason said, looking at the little girl from a distance.

No one spoke, and after a long while, Bruce spoke again.

"Anyway, Jason, I'm glad you're back."

At the same time, the task of investigating the League of Assassins can also be put on the agenda.

The little girl didn't know that she had been sheltered by the Guardians of Gotham, and was fed without any worries.

And this carefree and innocence is the guardians who have different ideas and methods, hoping to protect and illuminate the future.

"Just stay here and wait for me, okay? Don't leave this place."

Jason was exhausted arranging for the little girl.

Wearing a goose-yellow dress, Weier sat on a chair at the entrance of the department store and nodded obediently.

"You are not allowed to go with strangers. It is absolutely not allowed. If someone wants to force you to take you away, just yell loudly. Is that okay?"

Jason repeated in a low voice.

It was Weier's first time to go out, and she was still a little excited, so she responded seriously like him in a small voice: "Okay~"

She shook her head: "then you have to come back."

"I won't lie to you, and you won't lie to me," Jason said.

Seeing the little boy nodding his head solemnly, he turned and left.

This is a trial, to exercise her independent ability, no matter what, this child has to grow up, there are people coming and going here, and there are security guards next to her, so it is relatively safe.

This time he only intends to leave for 10 minutes.

Ah, Jason thought devastated, how did he bring her out then.

He recalled the scene of last night with a headache.

He only stayed at Wayne Mansion for two days, and planned to leave secretly the next night alone. Although the conflict between him and Bruce had softened a bit, his methods and beliefs were still not recognized by Batman, and he also If you don't plan to change, then there's no need to stay here and look bored.

He didn't need to pack his things, he could leave with his whole body.

As a result, someone knocked on his bedroom door, but he didn't intend to bother, the door opened quietly, and a light-colored head poked out from the crack of the door.

The little girl was experienced and extremely perceptive in the field of abandonment.

"You'll be safer here," Jason said.

"Will you abandon me?" the little girl asked in a low voice, still holding the little shark that Dicky Bird gave her in her arms.

"I will." Jason didn't lie to her.

"Will you come back?" Wei Er's eyes were red.

Jason sighed.

"I can."

He came down from the window sill and came to the child.

"You'll meet the clown with me, you'll have nightmares, you'll bleed, you'll hurt."

"You don't like him, do you?" Jason asked in a low voice, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible.

she just cried.

The little girl didn't cry loudly, she shed tears quietly and aggrieved.

"But you met him," she hiccupped, "...you will also bleed and hurt, I saw it."

"Don't go out, okay?"

It's really not good to raise children, it's easy to be physically and mentally exhausted, and you have to face parting after being emotionally invested.

I have to coax myself.

Jason thought.

"No, I'm strong, I'll teach the clown a lesson, I'm his nightmare."

"Then I can also become stronger." The little girl sniffled and wiped her tears on the little shark: "I can too. I can also teach the clown a lesson. I won't have nightmares anymore."

"...don't leave me again." She cried softly.

The little chick was dependent on him.

"Then put the little shark back, and you won't be able to play with it in the future. You can follow me." Jason said.

The child's possessiveness is undisguised, he knows how much this child likes this little shark, he sleeps with him all night without letting him go, even when he comes to catch him, he is still in his arms.

Val hugged the baby shark again.

After all, he was still a child, and it was just a momentary reluctance to want to go with him.

Jason thought.

Then I watched her look around, put the little shark neatly on his bed, and patted it gently.

"Goodbye, Jay." She said goodbye to her baby shark sadly.

Jason: "..."

Jason sighed.

"If you get hurt one more time, I'll send you back, okay?"

Jason said.

"Okay!" The little girl smiled through tears.

Why wasn't he more determined then?

Jason thought bitterly.

Thinking about it, he quickened his pace and abruptly shortened the shopping time from 10 minutes to 7 minutes.

When he returned to the original place, he found a strange man wearing a peaked cap beside the little girl.

The alarm sounded in his mind instantly, and he walked quickly to protect the child behind him.

"who are you?"

The man turned sideways, a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his mood.

"I'm sorry, but your child is a bit like a lost relative in my childhood." His voice was gentle and polite, with a touch of sadness.

"If she can live up to now, she will probably be at this age."

He raised his head, revealing a pair of familiar green eyes under the brim of his hat.

"My sister... Bellona."

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The author has something to say:

Prophet (Tactical Fallback)

Yesterday, I thought I had an exam on Monday... I was in a panic to review, but it turned out that I took the XP exam on Wednesday

The sadness of the streaking party, when can I save the manuscript (cheek

This little girl is very dangerous because the only criterion in her heart is NoPain.I feel that even if she is a villain who met once, she will cover other people's wounds. Healing is very healing, but at the same time it is also very dangerous for children. Adults should teach her well.

And I found that I set the full text to save the manuscript, and the text without the public copy has a collection (backwards

What's going on (scared