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

Rania didn't know that Tim had seen all her actions, and they rarely communicated with each other, so she didn't realize that Tim was unusually silent along the way.

When she got home, she chatted with Alfred, then hurried back to the room, sat on the bed, lifted the hem of her skirt, and untied the gun that was tied to her thigh with a hair tie because it couldn’t fit in her pocket—the silk hair Belt couldn't bear the weight of the gun at all, and she felt the gun was slipping down along the way just now.

Rania hasn't touched a gun much since she settled in New York.For convenience, she often puts away the black mist, so it doesn't make sense for Mister to carry a gun, only occasionally has the opportunity to touch the gun, and most of them are just ordinary standard hands.For Mist, who has handled countless extremely violent weapons, the gun is barely usable, and she can't make her look away at all.

She held the handle of the gun with slender fingers, and the weight of the gun made Rania's wrist slightly sink, but her eyes did not change much, and her quiet blue eyes were fixed on her hand.gun, his eyes flickered slightly.

The girl's soft white and delicate fingertips brushed the cold gun barrel, tracing down inch by inch, her slightly bent fingers were as slender as green onions, but suddenly, her fingers jumped up like playing a piano, and she couldn't see No matter how he moved, Huang Chengcheng's bullets crackled out and fell on the quilt.

The muzzle of the gun turned sharply, Rania stared at the nothingness in front of her eyes, and pulled the trigger.

The imaginary bullet roared out of the chamber and hit the target with huge kinetic energy. Her hair was swept up by the wind driven by the movement, drawing a sharp trajectory in the air. As a whole, the contrast is both sharp and full of tension.

There was no sound in the room, and the bullet was still trapped in the soft quilt.

After a long time, Raniya slowly put down the gun, looked down at the weapon in her hand, gently rubbed the metal with her fingertips, and pressed it close to her chest.

She was stunned for a while, but suddenly her expression changed.

Unlike the long sleep last time, in just a few hours, Rania sensed that half of the consciousness in the black mist was slowly waking up, and according to her thoughts, was approaching Wayne Manor.

This will allow the gun to be returned.Rania thought.

Thinking this way, she hid the gun again, jumped off the bed, and left the room lightly, intending to wait for Mister quietly outside the main house.

It was quiet in the main house, and Tim hadn't been seen since returning, but Rania was used to it.She was holding on to the stairs, slowly counting the number of steps, and was about to turn the corner when she suddenly heard a low voice in the living room, it seemed that Bruce had returned and was handing Alfred the coat he had taken off.

"Looking at your expression, I'm afraid you didn't have a very interesting day today." Alfred said, "You put too much pressure on yourself."

Rania was not wearing slippers when she went downstairs, and her angle was just in the shadow of the stairs, so neither of them noticed her and continued talking.

"A devil isn't stressful yet," Bruce said.

"I am not speaking of the devil, sir," said Alfred, "I am speaking of Miss Rania."

This sentence made Bruce silent for a moment, without speaking.

Gotham is a cruel battlefield. There are no children in the Wayne family. Everyone became soldiers prematurely. He saw his own pain from them, so he chose them. He led Robin to fight on the verge of life and death. , but I don't know how much of what I have done can be called correct.

Dick, Jason... each of them had longed for his trust, but every time, they'd been disappointed.

And Rania was different from each of them.

She was slender and fragile, without the ability to protect herself. She was the kind of child he wanted to have after he was ready to live an ordinary life...but she had already experienced more pain.

More than once, Bruce couldn't help but wonder if Rania knew this.

It took a trained eye and a lot of experience to spot it, and maybe no one else noticed, but Bruce often casually observed the little girl at the dinner table.She is not interested in many topics, and her eyes always seem to be looking at a world that others cannot touch. She sits one meter away, but observes them silently as if in a distant nothingness.

Occasionally, Bruce would feel that Rania had sensed a shared secret between them, which kept them and her in separate worlds, which kept her from ever being part of them.But she doesn't care.

But this is because she doesn't know why she doesn't have the right to choose.

Lanius Wayne should have had a choice, she's proven she deserves that, if she's just a street girl, she's probably adopted by him, exposed to the cause he's fighting for, as a cape One of his successors followed behind him.

"Can I ask you about Rania?" he said.

Facing the cold moonlight, Bruce asked in a low voice: "Do you think Rania would want to know where she came from?"

— but Rania had no choice.

As early as when Rania was discovered, Bruce got her medical report. Constantine's explanation only answered part of his questions. Before that, he knew how weird Rania's physical condition was.

The deformity of the deformity, the uncleanness of the uncleanness, she was born incomplete, even if she is no longer seriously ill, she can't have a healthy body.

She is like an experimental product that grew up in a culture tank. The use of each organ is no more than four years old, and it is still heading towards the end of failure, like a dead tree that has been completely burned after being destroyed by thunder. Fragile new shoots re-grow on the ground, unable to experience any wind and rain.

Some people are not born to be warriors. If ordinary people are gradually formed porcelain clay with room for growth, Rania is fired porcelain without any malleability, not to mention harsh training, even a little bump destroy her.

"You also read her medical report. It was very difficult for her to live," he said.

"I'm...not sure," Alfred said, "Miss Rania is special, but I think if you're willing to tell her, whether she will resent you for it or not, it's better than you guessing on your own Better sadism, sir."

He sighed: "But you won't tell her the truth."

He wouldn't, Bruce Wayne wouldn't, Batman wouldn't, he wouldn't tell Rania the truth, whether Rania would mind or not.He can train Dick, he can train Barbara, he can train Jason, he can train every child he can approve, only he will not let Rania touch the world they live in, only she should not and cannot set foot in this battlefield .

"If you feel sorry, you should also tell Miss Raniya what you think, instead of arbitrarily deciding what she thinks... But I think this is a meaningless suggestion, you always do." Alfred said .

"I'm going to make up for what she's going through," Bruce said. "That's what I'm supposed to do."

This is a solution that he can control, he will... make himself close to her, accept her and protect her, treat her like a father, meet her needs and desires, try his best to guide her on the right path, become a better than him. Bruce Wayne is a better man.

Alfred was used to his attitude, and he no longer tried to change his young master's mind, so he could only sigh and say, "Master——"

Just then, the girl's voice sounded from the shadow of the stairs.

"What if I don't accept it?"

Her voice was as calm as a straight line, but it was not without any emotion. The anger was clearly written in her voice, in her breathing, in the sound of her falling footsteps, the anger that surged to the peak Connecting into a line made her voice seem steady instead.

Rania walked down the stairs step by step, step by step towards her father, her creator, her self-righteous protector.

"..." Bruce tried to speak, "Rania..."

"You're pitying me," Rania interrupted him, "you think you already know what I've been through, you're not even going to let me know where I came from, you think I'm a girl with nothing like me Will accept the choice you give, right? She won't even know that the choice exists, she just needs to accept the gift from her father in surprise, to enjoy his favor, to receive his favor, she just sits there and waits Happiness comes, this is the reward for her coming to you through thousands of mountains and rivers."

The rage penetrated into her skull like a thin needle, and Rania felt a throbbing pain in the depths of her brain, but she didn't care about it, she let the anger soar in her mind, rising into a flame that burned the sky and the earth.

The words of the young man at the manga exhibition before replayed in his mind.

"The Son of Sin... Can he live so long?"

They all thought that they knew her better than herself, that she really didn't know anything about her situation, that she chose to come here to have a family, it was ridiculous, they didn't know anything—

Lanius did not live to this day at all!

"What did the medical report say? It's hard for me to live?" Rania spoke faster and faster, "I know, I know it's hard, I'm the one who uses this body, but I'm still alive , I was alive and well before you appeared."

"I insist on living not because I can be found and taken back by my parents to enjoy happiness and warmth one day, but because I want to live. If I admit you, it means that the pain I have experienced is nothing but a disaster, but I don't want to admit that it is just Pain, what cannot be overcome is pain, and what has been overcome is only suffering.”

Why should he feel guilty for the pain he has experienced?She gritted her teeth and endured those times not for the sake of being pityed by someone in the future, she survived for herself, those nights when she was sweating in pain, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, what she thought of was not how miserable and innocent she was, not the pain she experienced at this moment Whether she can get rewarded, what she is thinking about is the future, she has not relied on others to survive these hardships alone, she is trying to live every moment, even if living does not make her feel happy.Even though her body is so weak, she knows how strong she is in the spiritual realm.

But just because she is weak, sensitive, and incapable of self-protection, can he think that he is entitled to feel sorry for her because of her past experience, protect her out of a sense of responsibility, and give her the world's luxury and money as compensation?

"You can't negate my efforts to survive with compensation—" she said, "without admitting that I deserve what I've suffered!"

"...I never thought about it that way," Bruce said after a moment.

"Then what do you think of me?" Rania asked.

The room was silent.

Facing the wordless silence, Raniya closed her eyes, paused, and turned to leave.

She returned to the room, locked the door heavily, climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt on the bed, and covered herself under it.

The little girl hugged her knees, curled up into a ball under the soft duvet, and buried her face in her knees silently.

He doesn't understand anything!Rania thought angrily.

She closed her eyes and felt the distance of the black mist with a sinking heart. After a while, she opened her eyes, lifted the quilt, and turned her head to look at the white-haired girl who appeared in the moonlight in front of the window.

With those honey-gold vertical pupils, Rania saw herself.

He was in a small ball, his toes curled up in fear of the cold, his cheeks were flushed because he couldn't breathe because he was stuffy in the quilt, his eyes were shining with anger, and he looked like he wanted to be bullied severely.

She was suddenly discouraged.

She lowered her head, rubbed her cheek against her knee, and suddenly cast a shadow over her head.

The white-haired girl walked towards her, Raniya watched her open her arms, bent down and hugged herself gently.

The wire-like white hair rubbed against her cheeks, she rested her chin on Mister's shoulder and put her arms around her neck, giving herself enough time to adjust her mood and let the tense shoulders slowly relax .

The little girl stared at the pale yellow moon outside the window in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long while, the black mist picked up the little shrike with thin legs as before, walked to the window, jumped out of the window, and lightly crossed the gate of the manor with a jumping force that was impossible for human beings, and disappeared into the night outside the manor.