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

Although it has always been clear that the dark half has no similarities with humans, but because she still has a set of human flesh and blood, Rania sometimes has some misunderstandings about humans.

The black mist turned into shrikes in her palm, picked up pieces of candy, and spread their wings into the night. Rania let all the shrikes fly, and then turned around and thanked the red hood.

"So," Red Hood asked nonchalantly, leaning against the door, "what happened just now? A few names made you look like an abandoned puppy?"

Not long ago, Mist put down his Kindle, was stunned for a while, and suddenly jumped up in a hurry, asking him to help look up a few names.Jason was still wondering why she had a whim, and then he was shocked by the names of Superman and Wonder Woman she reported. When he heard his name, the storm in his heart had smashed the reefs into pieces. Only an empty sandy beach remained in his eyes.

He closed his mouth and looked at Mister for a long time, confirming that she did not say these names out of temptation, but really needed to contact them, and he did not know their true identities, nor did he know that these names were all Which superheroes represented—if she knew or chose to ask herself, what was the meaning behind it, Jason decided not to think about it.

But maybe because he didn’t know anything about computers, Mist didn’t do anything himself, but just lay on the back of the chair and waited for him to finish checking. After confirming each address, he walked to the window, stretched out his hand and released a group of shrikes, and after a long time Looking at the twilight, the eyes reflect the dim glow, like solidified amber.

She arranged the series of actions just now in an orderly manner, as if she had rehearsed them thousands of times in her heart, but when she finished everything, she slowly stopped and stared out the window, not as if she was in a daze, but just...a little confused Cuo, like a puppy locked out of the door, doesn't know why he can't go home.

none of your business.Jason answered this question in his mind for Mister.

This is not something he should meddle in. They haven't reached the level where they can talk about each other's past relationship in a warm atmosphere. He is just an unlucky host who may become a mobile restaurant if he is injured, and the one-month adaptation period is close to It's over, and in a few days, Miss Vicious Dog can't wait to get back to her girlfriend, continue to indulge all her wayward demands, hide in the shadows behind her, and pamper her like a princess without complaint.

However, unexpectedly, it seemed that his voice had broken some kind of silent magic, and Mister glanced at him, without retorting, not tit for tat, and even—

Jason was a little flattered by her good temper.

"You know..." Her eyes turned to one side, as if she was interested in the pattern on the floor, "I can directly connect with Rania in my mind."

She seemed to be a little confused, and she was talking incoherently. Jason didn't interrupt her, but just waited for her to continue.

The advantage of splitting your consciousness into two parts is that you can let the other half of your consciousness shock instead of you, and you can still maintain your normal composure on the surface.

Ms. Lanius has been professionally trained for 15 years. Now her father is hugging her human shell. She is at a loss and is still restrained and afraid to move. She doesn't know how to face this feeling that goes beyond courtesy.

Did she do so well this time?Rania wasn't sure.

In her opinion, she just fulfilled the agreement with the undead, she... chose to live, but this choice had nothing to do with the human world, it was not her nostalgia for the human world that made her choose to return.She delivered the candy and left immediately after sending it out, so naturally she couldn't see the recipient's reaction. Instead, when she sent the candy to her father, she received an unexpected thank you.

There is indeed a bit of unexpected joy mixed in, but more of it is the confusion and bewilderment of not being able to keep up with human thinking. Rania was stunned for a moment, her mind was blank, and she could only instinctively pat Bruce on the back, sighing inwardly Her father was such a sensitive and fragile little darling.

Fortunately, the body of the black mist is not limited by the human design, and you can still be confused here for a while, thinking about what kind of reaction you should make in the future.

She slowly organized her words: "She went to the land of the dead, and when she was there, her contact with me was disconnected, and she did not recover until she woke up. She brought back a letter from the dead from the land of the dead, which is what I just now... ..."

"She asked you to help her deliver the letter to the living," said Red Hood. "Excuse me, what is she doing now?"

Raniya hesitated for a while, and suddenly couldn't figure out what the red hood wanted to ask this question, so she tentatively said, "Give the letter to her...family?"

... From Jason's point of view, it was the white-haired girl in front of him who hesitated for a moment, and glanced at him quickly, as if trying to figure out his intentions, and then quickly lowered her eyelashes, covering the bewilderment and loneliness in her eyes.

"Give the letter to her...family?" she said, trying to be nonchalant.

She paused, and continued: "They seem to be... thankful for her."

Although Mist didn't mention her past, Jason could probably guess that either she had no family, or she had family... At least for a long time, she and Rania only had each other.Until her little Shrike returned to her lair and was... lucky enough to be accepted, leaving her behind.

Great, yet another thing they have in common.

"Do you have a place in Gotham?" he asked.

Mister shook her head suspiciously.

"So where are you going next?" Jason asked. "Going back to take care of your little princess? She is so lucky to have you."

... Raniya heard something from this sentence that she didn't quite understand, but her intuition was very dangerous.

But this sentence reminded her, and temporarily pulled her thoughts away from the reaction of Bruce with a headache - the adaptation period is coming to an end, and she has no reason to continue rubbing against his Kindle under the red hood, what's the point It's best to get things done quickly.

She turned her head to look at the face of the red hood, thought for a moment, and finally made a decision, asking: "Do you want to fly?"

Red Hood: "...Have you heard that joke?"

Rania: "?"

Red Hood: "No, no, forget it. How to fly?"

The black mist can transform at will and change between various forms. Although Rania can do this by herself, it is more difficult to operate when she is far away from the host, and it is far from being so arbitrary. For Rania, the host will feel more relaxed and free when boarding on the host. For Rania, the host is like a car key. Only when the key is inserted, can she use her power at will.

The host cannot control the black mist, and in most cases, it cannot resist the black mist, so Raniya has always regarded the parasitic relationship as a weapon equipped in the game. It is just that the black mist equips the host and is bound after use. Unbind.

But now it seems that the equipment is not so rubbish, so as a car fan, Raniya certainly wants to try racing a car.

Batman's cloak has many functions, such as a certain degree of fire and corrosion resistance. After the fiber is charged, it can also be hardened into the shape of a bat wing, giving him the ability to glide for short distances; Red Robin goes a step further, his The cloak is made of alloy, which imitates the wings of a bird. It can be unfolded like real wings at any time. It can not only fly but also be used to attack. The cover is a bit miserable, and usually requires the help of other equipment, which may not be easy to use.

In short, although the Batman has maintained a high degree of consistency and looks down on Iron Man, Jason really wants to fly... Of course, the premise is not the kind that is carried by the winged Mist.

He heard Mister's voice filled with a smile: "It's fun."

She leaned against the window sill, the afterglow of the setting sun gathered behind her, and the shadows squirmed under her feet and flowed to the corner of the room.

The black mist quickly gushed out of his body, spread along the skin, and covered him in an instant, covering the surprised expression on his face.

The black linear substance climbed up the back one after another, stretching out the texture of leather, the black skeleton stretched wantonly, and the black mist covered the skeleton layer by layer, weaving into a smooth and hard film, the blue and black scales were densely closed, and the luster of the metal flowed Passing through the lines of the scales, Rania stepped on the window sill, breathing the free air, and felt the pleasure of freely swaying power for the first time.

She opened her arms and jumped out of the window.

The black mist completely submerged the host, and the final formed life looked more like some kind of evil creature, which must not appear in front of children. If it was photographed by reporters, it would probably confirm the rumor that there are devils lurking in Gotham .However, Gotham's light pollution is so serious that the sky is basically invisible at night. If a reporter can take pictures, then he probably has to work part-time as a Superman.

They flapped their wings and flew to the sky, and the setting sun cast a sea-like glow, and the city's sea of ​​light swayed and undulated below.

Wow.Jason thought.

He thought again.

Wow.

Okay, he can fly now, instead of being thrown out by the collar and carried under his arm or carrying a ten-pound jet vehicle on his back, he is now flying over the city, flying faster than a bat fighter High, man, is there anything cooler than that?

It's not safe, it's irrational, it's not Batman - he didn't take any safety measures, he doesn't even have a parachute, the only source of power is self-aware, uncontrollable, and their relationship is not that good, as long as Mist lets go of him It could splatter the pavement with blood.

There are too many reasons to prove how dangerous Jason is in his current situation, but he doesn't think about any of them now.

—Because like Mist said, it was damn good fun.

"I haven't flown so high yet." Mist said in amazement.

She said this in a tone like a little girl, rather than an evil creature, a murderer, an anti-social element, an S&M lover... Forgive him, anyway, Jason's impression of Mist was like this before.

Jason didn't want to admit that he thought the same way, so he said as calmly as possible: "Did you know that you might be spotted by the patrolling police helicopter?"

"Then find out." Mister said casually, sighing like a dream, obviously still immersed in the dreamy feeling of flying.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a dissonant sound of propeller rotation not far away, and a warning sound from the loudspeaker: "Flying objects ahead, please land immediately and be inspected by the Gotham police, or we will shoot... ..."

see.Jason thought.

Before he could instruct Mister to speed up to avoid the helicopter, he felt the black mist covering him suddenly split a little, and flew towards the helicopter behind him like an arrow.

"Wait, stop, you're not going to—"

The arrow paused, and continued to rush towards the helicopter, but it didn't destroy the helicopter as Jason thought.

The black mist lingered in the cabin, and under everyone's horrified sight, it rolled up all the guns on the helicopter and easily disassembled them into parts.

"Hi," came a strange voice from the mist, "smile."

The police officers barely showed ugly smiles, and the black mist was slowly withdrawn from the cabin.

After all this was done, the black mist quickly retracted, and the UFO in the distance suddenly accelerated, disappearing into the Gotham dusk within a breath.

Rania took care of the annoying police before asking, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Jason: "...nothing."

In the comics, that word would definitely be italicized and bold, but he's now more focused on another issue, one that he may have only just realized.

He heard himself asking in a dry voice, "What else can you do?"

Mister led him to play a difficult flying maneuver, and the force of gravity was easily left behind by her—they.

"See what you want." Her voice added an equal amount of interest to his.

"..." Jason said solemnly, "Is the bat fighter okay?"

Mister gave a "huh" as if she was thinking, and finally she said, "I don't know what that plane looks like, but..."

Before the words fell, the black mist suddenly boiled, and the mist flowed to the surroundings, and was swept by the wind and flew back, revealing the streamlined fuselage covered by the mist flow.

The sharp-edged wings pierced the air, and with the blue flames ejected from the tail, it broke through the speed of sound in an instant. The waves on the bay were undulating, reflecting a dazzling flame.

"Is this okay?" Mist asked with a smile.

Could she be any better?Jason thought in shock from the driver's seat.

The eight-year-old child in his heart was so happy that he wanted to do somersaults, the 15-year-old garage boy jumped up and was about to kiss her, and gave a messy development plan for the black mist ability, and now Jason is conceiving a full set of equipment blueprints with his eyes shining , intending to rely on Mist’s ignorance to induce her to try one by one—seriously, is she an angel?

Jason Todd is made of a lot of cold and fiery things, mostly filled with biting sarcasm, cruel humor and dozens of bad words, but now that the black mist pokes lightly, his inner little one The boy pushed the things away and jumped out and started screaming.

It doesn't matter if the Batphone doesn't belong to him, it doesn't matter if you can't drive the Batmobile, it doesn't matter if he isn't allowed to visit and borrow the Batcomputer when he needs it——

I want her!Right now!Now! ! !

The increase in power brought about by using humans as the host is not comparable to that of Labrador as the host. It was the first time Rania tried to transform into such a large and complex object, and she succeeded once, although the structure was not so scientific. I have a guilty conscience—simple objects are okay, although this complex shape can be deformed without blueprints, but the internal structure is basically based on fantasy, and the output depends entirely on magic...

Raniya felt that the door to a new world was slowly opening, and she couldn't help but think about the future—although it might be impossible to transform into a fighter plane after leaving the host, you can still try a sports car. It is not impossible to load some black technology, and it can take off on the spot if necessary...

Together with the red hood, she cheered and went back and forth between Metropolis and Gotham, speeding up to several Machs close to the surface of the sea, and the tail of the flame pierced through the waves, splashing water tens of meters high.

"You'd better thank Superman for not being able to talk to you tonight," Red Hood said as they flew back to Gotham, "or he'd be knocking on your window by now."

Raniya thought so, but she didn't forget another thing: "Take your hand down, don't touch it."

Red Hood raised his hand knowingly, indicating that he hadn't touched the interior.

They stopped on a skyscraper in Gotham, Rania changed back to the image of a white-haired girl, pulled the red hood and placed him on the edge of the roof, folded her wings, supported the ferocious gargoyle, and looked into the darkness city ​​on background.

There is only one last bit of sunset left that has not sunk below the horizon, dyeing the world in a magnificent dark red, and the silhouette of the city is clearly visible in the afterglow.In the part she couldn't see, the lights came on, the sea of ​​light floated and sank in the night, over the garbage dumps, over the apartment buildings, over the streets and subway passages, and whizzed along the tunnels all the way, people hugging in the city, Kiss and do.Love, all secrets, all love and hate, all joy and laughter, all despair and crying, are hidden in this world.

After a night of flying, the previous confusion had long since disappeared, and Rania gradually calmed down as she looked at the scenery in front of her.

She stretched out her hand, and a wisp of black mist fell from her palm and fell to the ground.

The voice of the red hood sounded from the side: "Many people like to overlook Gotham from this angle. When I was a child, I also thought that one day I would stand here and watch the city displayed at my feet."

He said: "But at that time, I could only look up to here. I grew up on the street, and the crime alley was squeezed in the middle by the surrounding high-rise buildings. It was always covered in shadows, and I was unwilling to set foot even in the setting sun."

He sounded like he was just expressing his feelings, he seemed to be relaxed because of the scenery in front of him, he casually mentioned his childhood, and had no intention of exploring Rania's past.

The black mist that had just been put down brought paper and pen, and Rania sat down beside the gargoyle, put the watercolor book on her lap, looked at the city in front of her, and began to daub on the paper.

"Because looking down is the perspective of the strong." She said casually, "The perspective of the strong is... different from that of the weak."

The faint red color spreads on the paper, and smudges towards the edge of the paper layer by layer, because only red can be seen, Raniya's paint box only contains red paint, and black and white are added at most, the world she described Also quite different from others.

"I've been to a lot of cities before, but I don't like any of them," she said while grading.

Things she touches can be seen by her, so it's not that Raniya has never seen colors.She has seen photos, pictures, and natural scenery in videos, but at that time she just looked at the square inch scenery in her hands indifferently, without any sense of reality in her heart, nor any touch.

Until she built her nest for the first time, she took a city into her perception. She climbed to the top of the clock tower and overlooked the city. The red bricks and tiles shine on the top of the bell tower, and the bells flutter in the feathers of white doves.

It was a world she had never seen, it was the first time she had seen the world.

"When you look down from the clouds and look down, the pain, laughter, hope and despair of the world are as small as dust. That world is at your feet, so far away from you, and the blood that spreads will never pollute the corners of your clothes."

"Is that how you see the city?" Red Hood asked.

"No," said Rania, "not every city."

The perspective of the strong is different from that of the weak. Of course, she prefers Mister’s perspective, because Mister can go anywhere she wants. She can overlook the city, listen to the evening wind, and reach out to capture the sky. Fluttering feathers.But she's not just Mist, she's Rania too.

The weak Rania, the vulnerable Rania, the cumbersome and deformed Rania, when she stood on the top of the clock tower overlooking the city, another small self was curled up in the small hotel, because the depth of her body was piercing. Trembling from the excruciating pain of bone erosion.Her perspective on the world is different from that of Mister, even if she doesn't understand it at all, she hates it as much as she yearns for it, even if such emotions can't last long.

If she was only Mist, she would not look down at the city below her feet, and if she was only Rania, she would not look up at the sky above her.She knows how beautiful the world is, and she knows that living is more difficult than dying, but whether she exists or not, the world is so beautiful, so what does this have to do with her?

But she made that promise anyway.Rania thought.

Her confusion was not because of the gratitude she had received, but because of the promise she made in the Land of the Dead. Martha didn't know what she was promising, but she knew it, and both Rania and Mister knew it.

Dusk was gradually replaced by night, and the painting in Raniya's hand was gradually painted. She glanced at the city in the painting, let go of her hand, and let the drawing paper fly to the lights of thousands of houses in the distance by the evening wind.

Jason watched the painting float away, and suddenly asked, "Can't you see it?"

This is not the first time he has doubts.Batman had stood beside Zatanna listening to her at the cemetery, but Mist still looked surprised when he showed up, as if she hadn't seen him before.

Mist blinked, and his eyes fell: "...almost."

When she was Mister, Rania did not deliberately cover up her vision problems, and it was only a matter of time before she was discovered, but she had thought of an excuse a long time ago, so she pretended to be indifferent and said: "Actually, what I can't see is La Nia, normally...she can only see red, but I share vision with her, so..."

"...So you haven't been able to see it." Red Hood was silent for a moment, and murmured in a strangely heavy tone.

Rania: "...Yeah, I thought you took your head off when you took off the hood for the first time."

Red Hood: "Huh???"

Rania defended herself: "Because you have a face on your hood! I thought your head was red! You took off the hood..."

Red Hood: "...is your next step going to say that you thought you saw the Headless Horseman?"

Rania turned her eyes away, and said unreasonably: "But I later verified that you have a head..."

Red Hood: "..."

He sighed for a long time, the vicissitudes in the sigh almost overflowed from his breath: "Jason."

Rania: "?"

Red Hood - Jason said, "My name is Jason Todd, and I'm a normal human being, thank you."

Mister is indeed a name, but it is more like it is used to describe her form on this black mist. Jason guessed it was a code name at first, but since Mister did not share his name, he also Didn't bother to tell her her own name.

After he said his real name, what he waited for was not an official name, but Mist's slightly surprised eyes.

She slowly reached into the windbreaker pocket and took out a candy.

"So this candy is for you," she murmured.

As early as when she was arranging the candies, Rania had guessed whether one of those unfamiliar names belonged to the red hood. After all, they were familiar with it, so no matter how you think about it, even the owner of the convenience store has candy, but he doesn’t. .

The candy with "Jason Todd" written on it was not for Jason, who had only met once, but for the young man in front of him.

You can tell Dick not to look for that Jason.Rania thought about it, and handed the candy to Jason, but unexpectedly, he didn't reach out to take the candy.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "Who gave it to you?"

Rania thought for a while: "Yes—"

Before she could finish speaking, Jason suddenly interrupted her: "... Forget it."

He took the candy, and Rania heard the sound of the candy wrapper being unwrapped. After thinking about it, she left the roof without a sound, leaving the whole sky to Jason in a very considerate manner.

Facing the bleak autumn wind, she thought, why not buy two cups of hot coffee.

Meanwhile, over Gotham.

"Sir, the plane is approaching, please fasten your seat belt." The beautiful flight attendant said with a smile, and couldn't help but look at the passengers by the window a few more times.

This is a beautiful and elegant young man with slender cheeks, a high nose bridge, half-length black curly hair hanging down the side of his face, gray eyes with light blue, like the sky after the rain, when he looked over quietly , so that the well-informed stewardess couldn't help but be moved.

"Are you French?" She glanced at the man's well-tailored shirt and trench coat, noticing a copy of The Moon and Sixpence in his pocket.

The young man smiled, and the smile was covered with a touch of melancholy: "I lived in Paris for a while."

His eyes seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made people sink involuntarily. The stewardess looked at him and suddenly forgot the rest of the words, so she nodded with a smile: "I hope you like Gotham."

The young man nodded, still with a melancholy smile, and turned his head to look at the night outside the window.

"Hope it doesn't make me... angry," he said.