I have two faces

It doesn’t snow often in Gotham’s winter. Occasionally, a few scattered snowflakes fall from the sky and sink into the dark and damp puddles on the ground. The sky is foggy, and the hot breath from the mouth can’t stay long.

Especially after Christmas, when it gets colder.

The coldness of Gotham began in the autumn, bit by bit from the wet and cold ground to the human bones, the cold coming out of the bones, no matter how much you wear, you will feel useless.

It’s not the first day for the owner of the bakery to see the little girl posting missing person notices on the street. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, she was wearing a white snowflake woolen hat, camel snow boots, and a pink coat. Like a donut covered in delicious sugar crystals.

The owner of the store knew her. A month ago, her father had brought her by the hand to buy bread in the store. The man... the owner didn’t know how to describe him. His first impression was that he was a trafficker, or maybe he was his wife Put a green hat on him, otherwise how could such a man with an indescribable face have such a beautiful daughter.

"Enid!"

The owner opened the door and called her name across the street.

The little girl looked back, she was no different from a month ago, she was still ignorant of the world like a little princess who was overprotected, there was only a slight trace of sadness in her brows and eyes.

Such a lovely daughter, how could that scumbag father be willing.

There are good people in Gotham too.

The owner smiled and took out a donut, "It's delicious, post it after you finish eating."

Enid had a bunch of leaflets in her hand. She sniffed her nose, carefully looked at the kind owner with her blue eyes, "Thank you, boss."

She was about to take the donut, but she knocked it out with one hand.

The owner looked stunned, and Enid was also taken aback.

The clown who didn't know when appeared, dragged Enid away with a blank expression, and looked back at the shopkeeper who was messed up in the wind.

The undisguised malice and warning in those calm eyes made the shopkeeper who had lived in Gotham for many years feel a little cold in his heart.

But more striking than the malice in those eyes were the scars on either side of his mouth.

"Honey, you shouldn't eat food given to you by strangers."

"But the shopkeeper's uncle is not a stranger."

"Everyone except me is a stranger."

Enid stopped in her tracks, clutching the leaflet tightly in her hand, and the tightly wrapped little girl said in the middle of the cold wind, "Then buy me a donut."

Different from the clown's cool-toned appearance, his body is like a furnace in winter.

His hands were always dry and warm, something Enid missed.

After Deadpool left, the Joker became Enid's new umbrella.

In the gloomy tone of Gotham that can't be swayed day and night, it is too difficult for an orphan girl with nothing to rely on to survive intact.

Enid was well protected by Deadpool, but at the same time she was used to the feeling of being protected.

The appearance of the clown made up for the vacancy of Deadpool, and Enid accepted him quickly, although sometimes, Enid didn't like the clown's excessive control of her behavior.

But he's a nice guy.

When Enid said that the clown was a good person, the man with pale green hair covered his lips and smiled sullenly for a while, then hugged Enid again, buried his face in the little girl's soft body, and his smiling shoulders trembled.

"Sweetheart, you were so cute when you were young."

"Then can you get off me? You are so heavy that it hurts my chest."

When the two rolled together, the clown inadvertently tore off Enid's hair rope. The little girl had soft and beautiful black hair, and the tentacles were slightly cool, falling slowly between her fingers.

The clown grabbed the hair that was about to fall, and sniffed it lightly. The unknown flower fragrance, as well as the warm fragrance unique to the little girl, made people drowsy. The clown subconsciously looked at Enid.

She frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the clown's weight, and seeing that the clown just stared at her without moving, she began to break free.

The clown was very tall, and Enid thought her father was already a very tall man, but the clown seemed to be taller than her father.

And Enid is very young, 15-year-old Enid has just boarded the train of youth development, she always has to look up at the clown, or the clown will hold her up and look at him at the same level.

He has a moody temper, sometimes staring at Enid quietly, no one knows what he is thinking.

But it's easy to guess what Enid is thinking, some trivial wishes of an ordinary naive little girl.

"I'm still growing, you can't keep pressing me down!"

"Oh, a glass of papaya milk a day isn't going to help, honey."

"I'm still growing! You can't have no confidence in me!"

When the little girl encountered this kind of problem, she became a little furious. The cold wind was blowing outside, and the house was warm like a spring day. The little girl was only wearing a set of pink rabbit pajamas. She was walking around in the living room, scratching her head depressed The rabbit ears on the clothes, and then the clown calmly asked: "Why should I have such confidence in you, sweetheart."

As if going deep into the realm that the little girl doesn't understand, Enid blinked, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in the clear blue.

She always does.

She always showed an expression that made the clown excited, but she didn't know it and challenged a criminal's endurance unscrupulously.

The clown licked his slightly dry lips. He waited for the little girl's doubts and inquiries. The clown is always good at deceiving people, let alone a teenage girl who doesn't know much about the world.

However, Enid does not play the cards according to common sense.

She put her hand into the clown's collar, and a trace of coolness made the clown's charming mood sober.

"My hands are cold, cover me up."

Winter is not hard.

Enid lost her father, but before she had time to grieve, another man appeared in her life. He took the place of her father, so that Enid would not be immersed in grief and forget her life.

But Enid's leaflets continued to be posted, but there was still no news after posting the whole winter, and Enid gradually gave up.

"Enid, I heard about your family, poor child, if there is anything that needs help, the school will do everything it can."

"Thank you teacher, I'm fine."

Alice sighed softly, but seeing that Enid was in good spirits, she didn't ask any more questions. The new semester began, and Alice also hoped that Enid could have a new start.

"Guardian column..."

Alice was puzzled with the student information sheet. She asked the student standing in front of her, a very well-behaved child with excellent grades. When she smiled, the corners of her mouth were sweet, as if she had just eaten cotton candy.

"Sorry, my guardian's signature is always arbitrary, and the column is filled with..."

"JOKER, JOKER, JOKER."

The author has something to say:

Ugly Master is so sweet that I lost my teeth~~