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

"Actually, I don't like taking care of people." Rania said.

When she uttered this statement, she was sitting on the sofa reading a book, her slightly longer black hair was randomly coiled up, and black-rimmed glasses were put on the bridge of her nose again, and the motorcycle maintenance technology was in the Kindle—no That novel is genuine locomotive maintenance technology.

"It's not that you can't see, why do you still wear glasses?" Jason asked before.

Facing his doubts, Rania answered seriously.

"Sense of ceremony." After she finished speaking, she paused, and whispered a little embarrassedly, "...it's still pretty."

Different from the previous pair of black-rimmed glasses that were cobbled together, the lenses of this pair of glasses have no prescription, the design is exquisite and beautiful, and they are purely decorations.

Although there is no shortage of fashion girls of all kinds on the streets of New York, as spring approaches, people gradually take off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright clothes, forming a beautiful landscape. Rania goes back and forth every day New York and Gotham can't help but get close to the trend.

In the past, it was because there were no conditions. Even so, Rania did not give up dressing up Mist. Although the aesthetics are not mainstream, at least the black mist is the most beautiful boy in the audience every time she appears. Let's go, no one can't help but take a second look.

In short, after getting this pair of black-rimmed glasses, Rania basically wore them to study every day, and even Mister got a pair of sunglasses on her forehead, regardless of the need for Black Mist.

Just like what Damian said, for more talented people like them, learning is not a difficult task. With a little effort, they can easily get ahead of their peers.The reason why Raniya encountered difficulties in learning before was purely because she focused more on life itself, and was willing to acquire more knowledge and move towards all unknown fields. Due to her broad interests, So on the contrary, there is not so much energy invested in school subjects.

But in Raniya's view, ordinary school life is also a part of life.Besides, she still has a lot of time, so she can completely let her tentacles explore the infinite and unknown fields, and don't worry about not being able to acquire all the knowledge due to lack of time.

Raniya's recent goal is to turn herself into a walking British Library, so now she is absorbing all the knowledge she can like a sponge, and whenever she encounters problems in life that she can't understand, she will pamper herself Hang Chi Hang Chi dive some distance in that direction.

——Because of this, the reason why she is looking at motorcycle maintenance technology is also clear at a glance.

Listening to the little girl's speech "I don't like to take care of people", and looking at the tentacles who just brought the afternoon tea from the kitchen, and the sharp claws who poured tea from the teapot and delivered the tea cups to their hands, they collapsed on the sofa and waited Birds fed by tentacles: "..."

Okay, very real.

Ever since Rania's identity was exposed, the ubiquitous black mist in the manor has contracted most of the housework. In this case, the little girl still has to say that she doesn't like taking care of people. Dick really doesn't know what kind of person she likes. Take care of people.

He took a sip of tea, and Alfred walked in from the door, followed by a group of little claws, holding several boxes piled high.

The old butler is now proficient at using the black mist to help with things. Raniya doesn't always cast her eyes on the corners of the black mist, so most of the time, the black mist that appears in the manor has only vague instincts, that is, Obedient enough, Alfred quickly got used to using them as his helpers, and it felt like raising a large group of dogs.

"From Stark Unlimited Company, it is said that it is the equipment of Mr. Stark's 'escape project', he generously gave each of you a set." Alfred introduced.

"That VR game?" Tim became interested, reached out his hand to greet the black mist, asked the claw to help him unpack, and took out a mask that was exactly the same as Iron Man's mask.

Both Red Robin and Robin were very interested in the game, and they began to disassemble their equipment—although they would definitely not be able to enter "Stark Reality" just like this, they must be prepared, but it's also worth seeing now. good.

Even Rania put down her Kindle, and went over to study the gift curiously, but Dick was unmoved, just sat on the side and concentrated on eating popcorn, seeming to be in harmony with the few little tentacles circling around him Developed deep feelings.

"Richard, won't you come and see?" Damian turned to him and asked enthusiastically, "You owe me a game night."

"Well... I don't think I need it, you guys are ready-made games." Dick said.

The implication is that Officer Grayson is entertained to a large extent just by watching his younger siblings being silly.

Tim said leisurely: "To meet your request, I'm afraid I'll have to fight Jason."

The joy of being an older brother isn't just watching younger brothers fight.

"Do you have the time?" Dick gave Tim a pitying look.

Red Robin: "..."

The answer is of course no, his to-do list is still piled up like a mountain.

And he has several regular meetings, who the hell invented regular meetings? Tim has no doubt that the easiest way to destroy the Justice League is to get them together and have a week of long and useless regular meetings, and they Just keep smiling, pretend to be listening, and open the door a week later to harvest superheroes dying.

Whoever invented this must have had bad intentions and tried to murder poor Drake hundreds of years later.

As a person who has had close contact with Timothy Drake's daily life, Rania couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at her third brother, and made a thoughtful suggestion: "I can take the meeting instead of you, as long as the black Just make the fog look like you."

"No need," Tim sighed, as if he was about to spit out all his sorrows, then he stood up slowly, and shuffled reluctantly towards the hall, "it will be a safety hazard, and you can't handle it Journalists, trust me."

Several people sent off their brother with sympathy, and prayed that today's Red Robin would also come back intact.

After Tim took him to wander around Teen Titans, Rania gradually began to get in touch with the dark side of her family, and tried to persuade Bruce to take her out for night patrols. Anyway, she usually has nothing to do, and in Gotham Few evils escaped her perception, either.

...too bad Bruce turned down her offer.

"You're not ready," he said. "You know what you're going to face, Rania. If you make a mistake, you may fall into the abyss."

Another person would probably understand that this is an expression of distrust, annoyed at Batman's suspicion and desire to control, and feel aggrieved for Rania who has not been able to gain full trust so far.But Raniya didn't think so.

"I know," she said, "and I can't quite trust myself either."

Raniya didn't know what she was, half human and half evil?This division is too vague, and she doesn't know which half of her is more deeply influenced, let alone what kind of person she is.

She just clearly remembered that she had hesitated, wavered, suffered, and angry, and was not so firm like too many people. So many times, she could have crossed the bottom line and let herself go crazy. plunged into the abyss.

How could she completely trust herself like this?Even if she has persisted until now, what about the next time, the next time?Can she really keep going?

Rania doesn't think so.She has only lived for more than ten years, and her future is countless more than ten years. Even if everything is warm and beautiful at this moment, who knows what will happen in the future after this?

The little girl looked straight into Bruce's eyes and said seriously: "If there is a day, please imprison me to the end of the universe."

If there is such a day, Raniya is not sure if her thoughts will change at that time, and if she will be angry for the current request, but at least at this moment, she will not recognize such a self.

What she wanted was his distrust, his suspicion and vigilance, or in other words, knowing that Batman would never open his heart without reservation, Rania could trust him and believe that he was the last line of defense.

They stared at each other for a long time.

"...I will." After a long time, Batman said hoarsely.

Then it was all about the minutiae, such as monitoring her, or observing out of concern... Thanks to the two control freaks in the family, Rania finally knew the true purpose of the accessories on her body.

Her watches, bracelets, and rings on her left little finger and index finger are from Bruce and Tim respectively. Their functions range from positioning, monitoring to remote control. If Rania is willing, she only needs to open some functions, and she can join the bat with one click. Family insider, let Batman know in time if something happens.

"Will you interfere with my actions?" Raniya didn't have any other thoughts this time. She didn't care about the positioning problem, but mainly cared about the sense of restraint that must follow the rules. She had never cared about it in the years of following the guardian Law and order, so now she will not put herself in a cage built with rules and regulations because of her father, and she will not give in on this point.

"Outside of Gotham, no," Bruce said. "My rules are not your rules, but here, you can't touch the bottom line."

Obviously Bruce has also considered this, otherwise he wouldn't have answered so quickly.

In the monster house, Batman clearly realized how different Wilson's behavior was from him, and under the influence of the guardian, Rania's ideas were also incompatible with him-she didn't think there was anything wrong with killing people, and Don't think this is within the scope of her feeling that she needs to seek understanding, her ideas are obviously more similar to Jason's than his.

On this point, they may never reach an agreement.

However, everyone’s rules and bottom line are different. Adhering to one’s own rules does not mean you can dictate the rules of others. Batman did not force everyone not to kill like him, otherwise they would have no way to establish a cooperative relationship with the Avengers.

After explaining everything clearly, Rania immediately felt a lot more relaxed, so she proposed to replace Bruce's night watch while the iron was hot——

Then it was rejected without any surprise.

That's not a big deal, the problem is that after that day, every time Damian sees Raniya appear, he will immediately stare at her with hostility.

He doesn't even play black mist balls anymore!The little girl thought anxiously.

...She seriously suspected that Damian was eavesdropping when she was talking to Bruce, so she realized that she might be fired, and thus developed a sense of crisis, so she was particularly hostile to her as a competitor.

Tim was sent away, and the rest of the birds continued to study the virtual reality game produced by Stark, but no one planned to put on a mask and enter the game rashly, but Dick suddenly remembered something, opened the browser, and searched Video from the press conference for The Runaway Project.

When he clicked the pause button of the video, something seemed to flash past above the video, and disappeared without a trace before he could see it clearly.

Dick was a little puzzled, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He watched the video for a while, slowly lost his mind, and raised his head after a while: "If players can appear in their favorite image in 'Stark Reality', then we Even if you mix in it, you won't be discovered?"

In the promotional video alone, he saw a few beta players appearing in the image of Iron Man, as well as Superman, Captain America, Wonder Woman... They are completely realistic versions of "Ready Player One". If they enter the game in the future , With his own personality, he will never be too conspicuous among a bunch of players. In the game world, the real superheroes have turned back to ordinary people instead.

"On the other hand, if the villain is in there, we won't be able to tell." Damian snorted, "It's definitely not far from the day when his virtual reality goes wrong."

His words did not dispel Dick's enthusiasm. Nightwing was still full of interest in the idea of ​​mingling among the players with his real image. He looked at the only person in the room besides him: "It is impossible for Stark not to have considered it." Don't worry about that."

Robin was noncommittal about this sentence, but fortunately Alfred walked into the living room at this time and brought a letter.

"For you, Master Dick." Alfred handed over a thick stack of letters.

"Mine?" Dick was a little puzzled.

He took the stack of letter papers and observed them carefully.This is a letter from a strange woman, the handwriting is scribbled, and the address and name of the sender cannot be found. Dick does not remember that he has seen such handwriting, and he does not think that anyone will send him a letter in this day and age. After checking, he Curiously, he opened the letter and saw the text at the top of the letter.

"You, you who never knew I existed."

……

She's a pretty normal Gotham girl.

Names don't matter, her parents didn't name her, they had too many kids and couldn't remember each one of them or that she didn't have a name.She is Jenny, Carmen, Jane, Maria, and Andy. They always call her in such a confusing way, just as they are living in a chaotic and difficult way. Have the courage to fight to change the status quo.

In such an environment, she grew up slowly, living in a mess, with no expectations for the future.

In her eyes, her future is so clear, like the corner of the stairwell in the small apartment they live in, full of dust and stains that can never be wiped clean, she will live like her parents, continue to live in the Struggling in the mud of Gotham, having a bunch of children when they are still young, if they are lucky, they will have a father, and the quarrels and domestic violence that follow, if they are unlucky, they will be discarded by the trash can without opening the door. Eyes face the world.

She originally thought that this was her whole life, numb, dirty, stagnant, unable to see any change or hope.

However, perhaps to mock her certainty, after so long, ripples appeared on the stagnant water, and a change occurred in her life.

In Gotham, there are not many people who don't know Batman, and how many superheroes are active in this city, but few people can face them, or more people just pray that they won't meet them—superheroes Show up to solve a problem, no one wants to play a role in that "problem".

She never wanted to play a role in this "problem". Her energy was only enough to support her to survive, not enough to make her grandstanding on stage, so when the "problem" came to her door, her first reaction was to avoid it.

She listened to the sound of battle in the warehouse with trepidation, looking for a way out behind the overlapping debris, she didn't want to know which superhero was fighting—Batman?Robin?Nightwing?Red Robin?Batgirl?This has nothing to do with her, they are characters who should live in comic stories, and should not appear in her stagnant life.

For the first time, they were so close to her, but she didn't want to raise her head, and she didn't even want them to see her embarrassed expression.

But fate always likes to joke with people so much. When the dust of the battle settled, she was only one step away from the door. Before leaving, she inadvertently turned her head and saw a slender figure sitting paralyzed in the dark, with a domino mask at his feet It was broken into pieces and mixed in the scattered blood. Under the moonlight, bruises and bloodstains remained on his face, but his eyes were so bright, as blue as the undulating deep sea.

She has a secret - she knows the true identity of Nightwing under the mask.

It is impossible that no one has guessed what these superheroes look like under the mask, and she is no exception, not to mention that she lives in Gotham, and everyone around her will talk about them, as if these superheroes are their neighbors, as early as they Gothamites know them unilaterally before any of them know them.

So she also knew Ye Yi, and he pieced together his details from those bragging and nonsense. In her imagination, he should be a middle-aged man like Schwarzenegger, so strong that he was frighteningly strong, so that he could be with those people The gang thugs circled around and knocked them down one by one.

But not like this.He was younger and handsomer than she thought, and completely different from Schwarzenegger.Wouldn't anyone be surprised by this?To everyone, Ye Yi was a shadow in that dark night, but in her heart, he became a young man not much older than her.

This is just an accident, which cannot be replicated or reproduced. It seems that it is because of the tiny possibility that she will appear there. What is the probability of encountering such an accident in a person's life?

Her world had never been the same for her since that day.

She has a secret, a shocking secret that belongs to her alone, and if she speaks out, it is enough to overturn this pool of stagnant water. The existence of this secret itself is change, unknown, and a different scenery that she will never be able to touch in this life.She didn't want to use this secret to threaten anything, but even so, her life was completely changed.From the day she knew him, she had a real life.

There is no probability table in the world that can calculate the probability of an intersection between ordinary people and superheroes, but she knows that the probability must be very small, so from the beginning, she does not have any hope, she just wants to Embrace this secret quietly, let it change itself bit by bit, until it lies in the grave with her, as a meager reward for lighting up her life.

Later, she couldn't help but began to pay attention to the news about Ye Yi intentionally or unintentionally. She became a detective without a teacher. She chased the shadow as light as a swift from the newspapers and news from afar, and deduced everything he had experienced. In every battle, without letting go of any inconspicuous details, collecting every trace left by him is like chasing a distant light in the dark night.

Three years later, Ye Yi left Gotham, and she followed in his footsteps and moved to Bludhaven.

These behaviors seemed ridiculous to her, but she still had no intention of giving up.She knew that she had never known Ye Yi before, even if she sketched his existence countless times in her imagination, and guessed his reply based on the few words she heard carefully, it was just her self-deceiving fantasy.She knew that her feelings were low and hopeless, and would not be valued by anyone, so she didn't want her footprints to tarnish his life, she didn't want to know him, and she didn't want him to know her existence, knowing that there was a stranger silently Watch his every move.

This kind of life continued until one day later, because of some insignificant incidents, she passed the police station in Bludhaven, and when the taxi passed by the police station, she accidentally glanced out the window, Seeing a group of police officers crowding out of the police station, among these blurred faces, she saw that face that couldn't be more familiar.

After a long time, she can still recall the trembling feeling as if her soul was hit hard at that moment.

She didn't remember how she paid the fare, got out of the car with the same hands and feet, and walked towards the police station. She also didn't remember the sounds around at that time. She could only hear the powerful impact in her chest. I don't even remember the weather that day, I just remember the light falling on his face, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face that fascinated her, and as he smiled, the shadow quickly shattered, and he raised his eyes casually, noticed her presence.

Words can't describe how she felt at that moment. He saw a passing woman and realized that she was looking at him intently, so he naturally held a gentle smile and politely met her eyes.It was the look in the eyes that are admired and pursued by countless people, neither alienated nor overly intimate, but the moment she came into contact with this look, she was still uncontrollably agitated, she used all her self-control to control herself, from his side Walking by, walking in a different direction from him, there was no other contact except for this one-touch eyes.

This process may only take a few seconds. After a few seconds, they run in opposite directions. She is still the young girl who is running for a living, and he is still the city vigilante who is active as a policeman. Their intersection is only a few seconds. I will never remember this girl who only met once, and I will never know what kind of secret is throbbing in her chest.

Limited by poverty, she found an unremarkable job. There was nothing wrong with this job except for the weird working hours. The salary was not much, but it was enough for her to spend a few years saving enough to go to college. She was content to find such a job, until she gradually discovered the problems in the factory.

The self-trained insight allowed her to catch the abnormality. She followed the thread, just like all passers-by in action comics. She heard the villain's plan intentionally or unintentionally, and knew a secret that put her in deep crisis. It's the name of the superhero they're gnashing their teeth for.

She'd given up any thought of running away when she heard that name, she just wanted to make it tonight - to tell Nightwing about the plot against him before they lured Nightwing into a trap.

can she do it

She didn't dare to think about this question, but she was so excited about their possible contact that she didn't dare to appear, for fear of being found abnormal.

The printed note passed through several hands and passed into the hands of Officer Grayson.She did it secretly enough to ensure that he could not track her, and no one could find him because of this. She had planned this move countless times in her heart. She spent so many years carving out this plan, just to ensure that one day it would be foolproof. .

It's just that she didn't expect that she would still be found.

They tied her into the factory where she worked, as every superhero story should develop, kidnapped relatives and friends, superheroes in urgency, villains ready to trap, she didn't want to be in the "problem" so much A supporting role, but in the end, she still sent herself to the stage transformed from the guillotine.

Only this time, she knew that no one would come to rescue her.

He never knew her, didn't know her name, never had.She was a shadow that didn't exist, a strange woman, a keeper of secrets who had never been in his life.

She couldn't remember why she didn't go up, maybe it was because of the pool of stagnant water, no matter how many ripples it caused, it could only reflect the shadow of the swift, and in those moments with or without, she could touch the water with splashing water droplets. Touching the feathers of the swift, leaving a little trace, and then being blown away in the wind without a trace.

When the sticks fell like raindrops, she suddenly felt a burst of relief, because she no longer had to think about this problem, she didn't have to wonder whether she knew him, she didn't have to think about whether he knew her name, she didn't have to think about whether he would Remember her, he'll never know.

Maybe after she died, he would receive a letter from her, a letter with her story that she had been unable to send for many years, but that was also after her death.She fulfilled her oath, and this secret will accompany her to her grave in eternal silence.

She knew they would meet one more time, at her funeral.If he could have seen her dead body, he would have attended her funeral, and at that moment, he would read her name on the tombstone and lay down a bouquet of flowers in front of the dusty stone.

……

In the living room, Dick put down the letter slowly, pondered for a long time, and vaguely remembered the funeral he had attended.

It wasn't the first victim he had embalmed, and it wouldn't be the last.Until the end, he didn't know who the informant who reminded him was. When he arrived, he only saw the broken body.

Because no relatives were present, the funeral was shabby and crude, and even the tombstone was hastily carved.He only remembered that when he put down the bouquet of flowers, he found that the tombstone had forgotten to engrave the name of the deceased.

【Nightwing ending 9387—a letter from a strange woman】