[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

It is said that the history and connotation of a family can be seen from the size of the library, but Raniya doesn't care about this, she only knows that she will fall in love with this place from now on.

Miss Lanius has always been a big fan of libraries, and if you drop her in a library, she can spend an afternoon happily.There are so many books in the library of Wayne Manor, Raniya feels like a bird that has fallen into the bird food bowl, full of happiness of being fed, and immediately devotes all her sleep time to roaming in the sea of ​​books .

It wasn't until dawn that she realized that she had been in the library for too long. She hurriedly picked up the unfinished books and walked back to the bedroom. She lay on the bed and continued to flip through the books in the morning light happily. The boy grabbed the table with his head because she was collapsing.

It wasn't until Alfred knocked on the door to remind her that it was time to get up, the little girl woke up suddenly, shouted "Thank you", put down the book and ran to wash.

downstairs.

"Looks like you've finally found that you don't have enough energy to finish your night shift, Drake." Damian gazed into Tim's face thoughtfully.

"You look like you've drowned your old self in caffeine," he pointed out.

Opposite him, Red Robin was sitting at the dining table with his face propped up, his fingers absently swipe on the tablet, watching the morning news while drinking coffee like a real CEO, but the black and blue under his eyes exposed his seriousness. The fact of lack of sleep, eyes wandering in the air from time to time.

Damian suspects he's stuck, it's just a Drake robot sitting here, giving him a command and obediently doing it.

"I bet you rode a scooter yesterday." Tim didn't even lift his eyelids. "I'm drowning an old self every day, like a deadly magic trick."

Tim is sleepy, Tim is innocent, Tim doesn't know why there is such a little devil to persecute his sleep.

What did Red Robin do? He was just a poor bird who was caught working for Batman.

"That was modified by me," Damian said.

"And I bet you got into a fight with Joe."

"To shut up."

By the time Alfred came over, the two of them had finished their round of saber-rattling and began to eat honestly.

"Miss Rania said she'll be down soon," Alfred said.

The news caused the two little birds to look at each other, and then turned their faces away in disgust because of this moment of staring at each other.

Four o'clock is Robin's morning exercise time. When Damian left the room, Rania happened to be reading a book. Not long after she slipped back into the room, Robin also finished the morning exercise and returned to the room. There was a time difference between the two of them, what a coincidence Haven't seen each other yet.

Damian counted the time. If the girl didn't come down for breakfast, he could probably maintain the time difference. In this way, he could guarantee that they would not have the chance to meet for a long time.

And the good news is - his father didn't forbid him to do it.

The decision was announced last night before Night Watch, when Batman was about to start the Batmobile with Robin, and Red Robin asked politely.

"I think I'll meet her at the dinner table tomorrow," he asked. "Do I need to be nice to my sister, Bruce?"

He paused looking at Batman's back.

"Just do as you want," his voice was still low and hoarse. "There is only one request. No matter what you think of her, you can't hide your true attitude."

"So you don't like her that much either." Damian raised his eyebrows.

"...I see." Tim had already understood what Bruce meant, and sighed, "Because she can't see, right?"

Unlike ordinary people, Raniya couldn't see their expressions. If they were superficial and friendly and gentle to her, she would only believe it and live in a gentle lie.

And Batman doesn't want to do that.

He doesn't ask his sons to like this sister, if they don't like it, they will show that they don't like it. The only bottom line is not to lie to her, even if the truth is not gentle.

So even if Tim's task today is to take Rania around, he doesn't need to deliberately pretend to be a peerless brother, he just needs to be himself... This sounds a little happy to them.

It wasn't long before Tim and Damian both picked up light footsteps, followed by a door slam.

Tim took a sip of his coffee before looking up at the little girl who walked in.

He has seen Rania several times through the screen, and he has some preconceived impressions of her, not too bad, but not so good, probably just to wait and see.

However, these impressions have been overturned after he stared at her for several hours last night, and now Red Robin's impression of this little Shrike is that she is very quiet when reading, and the library in the manor should be enough for her to settle down. It's been a year and a half...and he's so sleepy.

...then Tim discovers that there might be another one of the sleepy-eyed people in the family.

Rania has changed out of her nightdress from last night, her white shirt and red trench coat and jeans, she looks ready to go out at any time.She braided her hair today, and the braids were loosely braided from the temples to the back of her head, fluffy and soft like a sea of ​​velvet grass.

But her state is obviously not in a state where she can go out.

Leaning on crutches, she stood by the door, holding the doorknob with her fingers, and her blue eyes stared fixedly at the porcelain cup on the table for a long time before being dazed—or turning back to the doorknob dully, not knowing what she was looking at , the curly hair that was unruly and curled up yesterday has now hung listlessly on her forehead, making her look dumb.

Tim: "..."

Red Robin felt his eyes light up.

"You don't look like you slept well," he said with a smile.

When she heard the gentle and soft voice of a teenager, Raniya's chaotic brain still couldn't react, her eyes were still glued to the doorknob, trying to think whether she could hang herself on the doorknob and let Mister go to eat, or let her feed herself...

Three years is enough time for her to adjust her schedule. Rania can't remember the last time she stayed up all night. Her physique is not suitable for staying up all night. Anyone who has been through the night knows that even if you are not sleepy at all after the night, you will be full of energy , after a few hours, you will definitely fall asleep on any surface...

Raniya hasn't reached the point where she's about to fall down at any time, but it's coming soon—she squinted for a while while brushing her teeth, but she didn't expect drowsiness to surge up at this moment, and the more she brushed, the more sleepy she became, and the more sleepy she became, the more sleepy she became, if it wasn't for The mirror was against it, and she almost fell into the pool.

Even now, it took a few seconds for the little girl to react dully to someone speaking, she tilted her head and looked towards the long table.

At the long table sat a red shirt.

"..."

Rania thought about it seriously for a while, and suddenly realized: This should be her father's second adopted son, Tim Drake, not Santa Claus.

For Drake, Rania didn't have much impression, she just remembered that she was a little older than her, handsome, with black hair and blue eyes, and liked to wear red shirts, which made Rania have a good impression of him, and she also felt that Wayne She is the one she has the most confidence not to admit her mistake.

She nodded very hard: "Hello."

"You can sit here, Miss Rania." Alfreda opened the chair and said.

Raniya continued to thank the housekeeper solemnly, her eyes wandering in the dining room.

Then Tim watched as her gaze passed Damian flatly, landed on her own spot, and plodded over.

Damian: "..."

Although he doesn't intend to talk to the other party, it doesn't mean that he can tolerate being directly ignored by the other party.

Seeing that Damian frowned and was about to get up and leave his seat, Tim quickly grabbed a glass of milk and pushed it in front of him: "Remember to drink your milk before leaving, Damian."

The sound of the glass clinking on the table finally caught Rania's attention, and the name Tim mentioned made her understand who the other person sitting here was.

The little girl is really not so clear-headed now. If she was in a normal state, she would never come in without confirming how many people were in the room. Even now, she didn't realize that she had almost exposed her abnormality, and she was acting like Extraordinarily cold and disrespectful - if Tim didn't know she couldn't see, her attitude could almost be read as provocative.

So she just pressed the heels of her palms to her forehead with a headache, closed her eyes, barely opened them, and apologized softly: "Sorry, good morning."

Because of sleepiness, this sentence is almost a string of kitten-like grunts in the throat.

Damian frowned: "Okay, Drake, I know I shouldn't expect anything from the kid."

Judging from the data, he has just entered the age of adolescence, but this old-fashioned remark does not seem to be out of line from the mouth of this 13-year-old boy.

He picked up an apple casually, tossed it, and got up with the apple: "I'll go first." He didn't say what he was going to do.

Trouble One was gone, Tim let out a breath, and turned to look at Trouble Two.

On the bright side, he comforted himself, at least Lanius was much better than Damian, as Dick said.

...then Tim sees Trouble Two staring at a plate of fried eggs with Batman-esque seriousness.

Probably the blood relationship is really enough to overcome everything. The way Rania is staring at the plate and frowning is exactly the same as Bruce, the low pressure is exactly the same, the stern eyes are exactly the same, the eyebrows are wrinkled because of the headache, and it is even worse than Damian. A little more like his father.

Because she couldn't see, Rania's actions were extra cautious. She raised the fork with the solemn attitude towards kryptonite, and poked the plate. A small hole was pierced in the half-boiled fried egg, and the viscous and warm egg liquid overflowed.

The tip of the fork was stained with some egg liquid. Raniya licked the fork cautiously and recognized what it was. Her tense eyebrows and eyes suddenly relaxed, her outline softened a lot, and she exuded a melting softness all over her body. Huge breath, like a fluffy and warm Tianzhu cotton pillow.

——She actually showed a happy smile that hit the heart directly.

After months, Rania finally has fried eggs for breakfast, straight from the organic farm, cooked just right, and smelling hot of pepper and rosemary.

It's nice to have money.Rania was so happy that she wanted to cry.

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