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Batman squatted on the roof of the Wayne Building, staring blankly at the bat helmet that had just come off.

The weather is nice today, even in Gotham.But the people of Gotham did not appreciate the appearance of this rare weather.They all had stern faces and hurried steps.Several children saw the unmasked Batman squatting on the top of the Wayne Building. They wanted to shout, but their parents covered their mouths and dragged them away.

Of course Batman saw it.But he didn't speak.He threw the helmet on the ground as he pondered whether he should retire early.One bat ear was slightly cracked with excess graphite.Bruce ignored it, going back to Wayne Manor or the Justice League to process the documents.

A child's cries for help caught Bruce's attention, and he had to spend some time fighting off a few money grabbers.The child looked at him timidly.The look annoys Bruce even more, until a small hand grabs the corner of his cloak.Bruce suddenly felt something astringent in his heart, which was an emotion that Batman would not have.

"What's the matter, boy?" He knelt down and decided to spend some time here.

The child blinked and blushed.

So Bruce realized that this was not a good place to talk. He picked up the child and walked into a small restaurant on the side of the road.The shop owner looked at them in disgust, snorted, and led them to a small table by the window with disdain and fear.Bruce didn't care about the store owner's attitude, he put the little man in his arms on the chair, and sat on the other one.Master Wayne criticized the food and decoration of the small shop harshly, and spent more than ten minutes talking about how rude it was to have a grease stain on the tablecloth, until the shop owner finally willingly brought them new tablecloths and veal steaks.

Bruce pushed one of them to the kid, and when the kid had filled almost half of the veal steak, he asked, "What's your name, kid?"

The kid blushed again, put down his knife and fork, and replied shyly, "You can call me Blaise." He paused, and then said, "I'm sorry sir, but I can't remember my last name." My mother didn't tell me." He winced, like the back of the chair was more reliable than Batman, and like Batman was going to eat him alive here.

"It's okay, Blaise, I don't mind," Bruce said, "but can you tell me what you want from me?"

Blaze said: "Do you have time, sir?" Bruce put on a lazy smile: "Of course, boy, I never have so much time!" There are so many."

Blaise squirmed in his chair before saying, "Sir, I've come to thank you."

Bruce seemed to remember his etiquette at this time, he replied, speaking quickly: "You can call me Bruce."

Blaze looked at Bruce in bewilderment, scratched the back of his head, and repeated, "First of all, Bruce, I'm here to thank you."

"Why?" Bruce was a little cautious. If this boy was brought by Gordon to comfort him, he would definitely break into the police station angrily, even disregarding his image, and yell at the people there: I am Batman !  … At least it used to be.

The boy scratched again, more embarrassed, he took a breath, broke into a smile, and said, "Of course I have to thank you, sir.  … I don't know if you remember, but , Just a year ago, you saved my mother, and you also supported all the children my age in the slums! My mother said that I must thank you."

"What—" Bruce was confused: "Children..."

Blaze interrupted Bruce, the first time he had done something so rude: "Sir, I thank you in place of my mother, once again. She asked me to express my thanks to you." Blaze bit his lower lip , and said loudly: "Mr. Wayne, we made this together... It would have been better, but..." Blaise pulled out from his arms A small dart in the shape of a bat, exquisite in appearance, except that the tip of the bat's left wing is a little cracked.

The child grinned, looked down at the mutilated veal steak, his face blushed quietly again, and he apologized in a panic: "Sorry, sir, I, I'm really hungry......"

Bruce looked at the bat dart carefully, and put it solemnly into the universal belt, as if taking advantage of it, he said: "Blize, your bat dart is enough to pay off the debt, and you can take it away My helmet!"

Blaise looked like he was about to cry, and he said pleasantly, "Really?"

Batman gave him a smile: "You can take 1."

I remember that this batch of helmets had too much graphite mixed in.thought Batman.Maybe it's time to put ordering helmets on the agenda?

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In order to prevent everyone from being confused (although I feel that this article may not be read by anyone), I will explain it here.

This time the story happened after Batman exposed his identity. At this time, Bruce thought that Batman would not be Batman after his identity was exposed. The incarnation of justice was broken, so he was discouraged. Blaise said thanks, in fact Just to affirm Batman's efforts over the years and Bruce Wayne's efforts from another angle - you saved my mother, and you also funded all the children my age in the slums!This is the sentence...

In fact, this hole is thought of before going to bed, so the thinking is chaotic...

5.12: Correct sentences that are not smooth