When Chaoying meets Little Siren

"Hello, Safety Seven." Jason muttered, yawned sleepily, and closed the door behind his back.

His No. [-] safe house, referred to as Safe No. [-].

It was close to four o'clock when Jason was able to get home, and there was only a slight click of the clock hands in the house.

He took off the red hood and put it on the table.

This task is not difficult, but entangled with the Assassin Alliance is really laborious.

Fortunately, there was still some tacit understanding between him and Dick in his bones, which allowed them to successfully complete this task.

It was only when Jason slowly turned on the light that he saw such a big man curled up on the sofa, he was stunned for a while, and then remembered that he picked up a teenage child yesterday.

Fortunately, no one was woken up by him. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the light again.

Jason went into the bathroom in the dark and took a hasty shower. It was rare for him to come out of the bathroom in full pajamas instead of just wearing a pair of big pants. He heard the sofa rustling.

He looked over and saw the blanket squirming slowly like a mollusc in the darkness.

Jason was dizzy from sleepiness, and without thinking about anything, he stretched his legs and walked into the bedroom.

Gotham has not been peaceful recently, the biting dog is about to poke his head, and he has to make a show tomorrow.

So that's why Dick showed up at his safe house the next day.

"100.3℉, low-grade fever, physical cooling is enough. It should be the fever caused by the outbreak of typhoid fever after people relax from the high-pressure environment." Dick glanced at the thermometer, and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. The girl subconsciously rubbed the back of his cold hand: "She doesn't have an ID?"

Otherwise, you can go directly to the hospital instead of calling yourself over.

"Not only does she have no identification, but she has also been injected with drugs of unknown efficacy." Jason stepped forward and pushed her sleeves open, revealing the needle holes and bruises in the elbow: "The blood test has been done, and it is not an injecting drug. Look It should have been a few days since the healing process, and the drug has almost metabolized, and I don’t have all the equipment here, so I can’t do a more detailed test.”

When he wiped the child's arteries with alcohol mixed with water to cool down the temperature, he only felt that his head was big.

Dick was there to tuck the little girl in. When he came here, Jason gave an overview of her situation: "So have you figured out what to do with her? After this?"

"Anyway, let's take a look at it now and give her a blood test. Something happened in the East District. I can't stay here today." Jason said vaguely.

He glanced at the child, unable to explain how his obsession got him into trouble.

"You've been active recently." Dick looked at him.

Jason knew that was a euphemism for "you've been too aggressive lately."

Yes, he just handed over the arms of the third warehouse.

He sneered and loaded the bullet.

"It's not as active as yours, so let's see the results."

Jason gave him a meaningful look, and it was hard for him to keep it from being ironic.

Then his eyes were covered by a red hood.

Dick decided not to argue about the issue.

He turned to ask, "What's her name?"

"No name, I didn't plan to keep her for a few nights." Jason said as if he was raising some kind of kitten or puppy.

If the child felt something, he opened his eyes ignorantly, and saw a strange man sitting beside him, who was a little dazed and blinked.

Dick gave her a friendly smile, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "Hey, what's your name?"

"She can't hear." Jason waved his hand. "gone."

The little girl was looking for Jason, she tried her best to raise her body to look at him, and then looked back at Dick, her whole body visibly flustered.

Dick was not willing to grab her hard, and let her slip off the sofa like a fish and slip out of his grasp.

The little girl accidentally bumped into the back of the sofa, tilted her body and followed Jason's footsteps.

The red helmet looked back.

Dick watched the little girl wince amusedly.

She took a small step back hesitantly, looked at Jason, and then tentatively reached out and grabbed the hem of his jacket.

"Mother Bird," Dick said firmly.

If this is a comic, then there should be a "ticket" on Jason's forehead at this moment.

Jason sighed, and gestured to the fledgling bird, who was imprinted with his own body.

[Stay here. 】

[Will you come back? 】

the little girl asked.

【I can. 】

Jason promised.

The little girl looked very sad, her red face was so steamed that the corners of her eyes were red.

But she let go anyway, watching Jason turn and close the door helplessly.

Dick, who witnessed everything, seemed to see a kitten thrown into a cardboard box by the back of its neck. It was so weak that it couldn't even make a weak cry, but it put its paws on the edge of the cardboard box, chasing the human who didn't look back. Until he disappeared into a small black spot in the distance.

Perhaps that was how she had been left behind the last time.

thought Dick.

The little girl stood there for a while, then sauntered back and fell into the sofa.

After a while, he shook his head and looked at him.

【Want to sleep? 】

Dick also gestured in a dignified way.

The people of the Bat family, in order to deal with smugglers and smuggling criminals from various countries, ten languages ​​are the bottom line, and sign language is nothing.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, shook her head, tried to recall with her burnt and dull brain, and gestured.

[I want to cook. 】

[Jason said? ] Dick tilts his head.

Generally speaking, when you are hungry, you don't say "I want to cook", but "I want to eat something".

Dick guessed that Jason had said something when he brought her back.

To prove your worth in exchange for staying here?

[Yes, we agreed. 】The little girl gestured seriously.

She slid off the sofa and stood there for a while.

Dick looked at her hesitantly with a serious expression.

[Excuse me, what do you need for cooking? 】

Dick couldn't hold back, he chuckled.

The little girl blushed even more.

He knew that Jason could cook, but he seldom cooks in the safe house because of the trouble.

What's more, the tools of this safe house are not very complete.He was "fortunate" to come here a few times, and all he ate was takeaway.

Seeing that the little girl was about to become anxious, Dick got up lightly, pushed her onto the sofa with his arms around his shoulders, and stretched out his hand after she sat down.

[Either we cure the disease first, and then the cooking efficiency will be high. 】

The little girl nodded obediently.

[Then what can I do? 】

【sleep. ] Dick plans to figure out the word.

I saw the child flipping off the quilt and embed himself in the sofa.

She also pulled the blanket up to cover herself tightly, leaving only a pair of beady green eyes and a small nose exposed.

Dick showed a dazed smile as if hit by this picture.

This is the fun of picking up girls.he thinks.

It's not like Bruce, the boys who were picked up are more troublesome than the other...On the surface, Tim is a little bit more obedient.

He came here this time because he was pleased that Jason would finally reveal his life to him, and he was curious about the little girl's condition.

After all, Jason is not the type who likes to bring people around casually, he has a strong sense of territory.

But he let himself take care of the girl temporarily.

Jason didn't ask her name, and he probably didn't plan to adopt her, but the situation of this little girl didn't seem very simple, and Jason was vague when talking about this aspect.

In his pocket were two small tubes of blood samples from the little girl that Jason stuffed into him, and Dick felt a little guilty when facing the little girl.

At this time, the communicator rang.

Dick took it over and saw that the analysis results of the items handed over by the Assassin League yesterday had arrived.

There is no addiction, but the data sent seems to have the effect of reducing the activity of organs and tissues.

Dick didn't pay much attention.

He guarded the little girl for a while, watching her eyes blink and finally close completely.

Three hours later Dick was called away by a contact.

Before leaving, he saw that the heat on the little girl's cheeks had gone down, and tested the temperature of the little girl's forehead with the back of his hand. It was normal temperature. Then he wrote a note with a pen and paper and carefully stuffed it in the little girl's palm holding the blanket. , and hurried away.

As it got dark and the temperature dropped, the girl turned over and tucked her hands into the blanket to keep warm.

The note fluttered leisurely and fell under the sofa.

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The author has something to say:

Breaking my promise and gaining weight QAQ

Originally, it was possible that there would be four updates on the weekend, until I accidentally got an Ark Evolution and installed it...

Until yesterday, I was still playing games ten hours a day...

I played halfway through the game yesterday, looked at my game time, looked at my empty files, suddenly a kind of anxiety came to my mind, and then said to myself, the last afternoon and night, have fun.

At ten o'clock last night, I uninstalled the game.

So there is an update today...