[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

If Nancy was given another chance, she would definitely not choose to ask Batman for his mask to satisfy her curiosity.

No, no, it's not just about restraining her curiosity - she will definitely stay away from the two of them, and she will definitely not even say a word.

Watching helplessly that her hand that touched the pitch-black mask also became transparent, Nancy's eyes seemed to be frightened and lost focus, and the developing transparency on her arm was reflected in her pupils, gradually following the blood blue The veins climb all the way up, and then spread to the whole body.

Finally being able to experience what it was like to talk about it, this idea appeared in her mind at an inappropriate time, and she only felt exhausted to the point where she couldn't breathe.

The indistinct sense of separation is like pulling people out of another space separated by a film, and it has not damaged the fragile and soft barrier.

"Obviously——" When she grabbed Tony's hands, the current situation didn't happen, but she could only stare at someone disappearing on her bed.

"It seems that this time the situation is a little special?" Bruce obviously also observed the extremely unstable emotions in her gestures. What is happening now is absolutely abnormal for Nancy.

The speculation that had been suppressed before surged up from the bottom of his heart again, and he had to think a little more, his eyes were filled with obvious conclusions, and a determination as if he had made some kind of determination.

"Take my hand?"

"...No, it's okay, I'm not going to Gotham." At this critical juncture for her, Nancy chose to shake her head.

The blood on her face seemed to be gradually fading along with the reduced transparency. This sound was not a polite decision, but it also proved her determination.

"I don't want to slap myself in the face within a few minutes." Trying to make her choice seem innocuous, Nancy pouted and took two steps back, rubbing her wrists with her hands, accidentally making her The two skins on his wrist became hot red.

"It has nothing to do with your oath." Bruce shook his head crisply, "It's so difficult that you know where you're going?"

"I don't know." But is it safer than Gotham?

Nancy didn't mean to think that way, but the fact that she gave it a look gave her away pretty well.

"..." Bruce choked for a moment, knowing it was one thing, but as a Gotham person, he was still very upset to be shown so clearly, so his unhappiness was specifically manifested in his straightforward on the action.

His tough attitude supported him, and he directly extended his hand to Nancy.

Between breaths, the living room was clean, and there were no more three figures lying or sitting.

Half of the outline of Gotham is the coastline, which is connected to the seashore. It is considered a very large city in the entire United States, and it is comparable to New York.

However, there are only two piers in this city, one is connected to the sea, and all kinds of large ships pass there. Domestic or overseas cargo ships have a very deep draft, so most of them are willing to come to this emerging pier.

Another small harbor where fishermen come to fish occasionally, the construction of the new pier directly replaced his position, so this pier closer to the inland sea looks even more barren and dilapidated, and there is no way around it .

In fact, everyone in Old Gotham knows privately that this place is actually a slum.

In the cloudy weather, the sky is so overcast that it seems that water can drip at any time.Nancy had no choice but to glance at it. Although she was struggling, she could only walk on the road step by step, heading in the opposite direction of the distant city.

The construction of the wharf is generally very close to the road. After all, it is a channel for transporting goods. It may be the influence of restless psychology. Nan Xi feels that everything in front of her is gray, and the road is also gray.

"It's not going to work like this," said Nancy despondently.The street sign on the side of the road may have been distorted by a car accident, but even though the painted writing on it was very clear, she couldn't actually make out what it was.

The speed of the cars on the road is fast, and it is difficult to hitch a ride. Nancy thought about her poor knowledge of the United States, and hesitantly stretched her arms and compared her thumbs.

But in fact, no one was willing to stop the car after standing on the side of the road for a long time.

Just when she was about to give up, a dark car appeared in her sight and slowly stopped in front of her.

"Ma'am, where do you want to go? Maybe I can take you for a ride." The owner rolled down the window glass of the co-pilot, smiling very gently.

He doesn't look like a Gotham person, Nancy thought so, she was tired of standing and quickly said her answer: "As long as it doesn't go to Gotham, any city will do."

The owner of the car was taken aback for a moment, and expressed a little helplessness for this straightforward and lovely answer, "This road only goes to Gotham, if I meet you here tomorrow, I can take you all the way to Bludhaven .”

With his blue eyes, he was very friendly and didn't say anything to reject Nancy directly.If this is the case, it will inevitably put Nancy in a dilemma.

To Gotham, or try her luck and wait for the next hitchhiker who will stop and give her a free ride?

"Then can you take me to a place where the law and order in Gotham is better - or a place like a station, I want to take the train by myself." Nancy blinked, and hugged herself very thin here Clothes, "I'm really bothering you."

"Hey, what's the matter." The owner of the car motioned her to get in the car quickly, her face was really pale under the poor light, "Just call me Dick, don't call me honorifics, no wonder accustomed."

"Dick." Nancy found her seat in the comfortable back seat, finally showing her first smile here, "I'm Nancy."

Dick's car drove fast and steadily, and within a few minutes, Nancy saw the place where she came from from the car window.There were a few fun-loving guys throwing poles and fishing by the pier just now, but now it seemed empty, with no one around.

"Where are you from, came to Gotham... er, I mean, why are you here alone?" No one chatted along the way and it was boring, as if there was only Dick just now Man, of course he can concentrate on driving, but now that Nancy is sitting in, he can't let the little girl sit there alone.

"I'm from the East," Nancy looked at the city that was getting closer and closer, "I'm alone... because I got separated from my companions. We are tourists who are traveling during the holidays."

"Hmm." Dick couldn't deny it when he heard it, and was about to say something more.But just when he was about to speak, the phone in his coat pocket rang.

"I think I need to answer the phone?" Looking around, there was only his car on the spacious road at this moment when night was about to fall, and it seemed safe, Dick thought so, so he quickly lowered his Slowing down the speed of the car, he paused to answer the ringing phone.

"Huh...... Bruce?" Obviously, he pressed the answer button without having time to look at the caller ID, and the identity of the person on the other side of the microphone surprised him, "I thought it would be Alfred. ...I didn't expect that you came to ask me if I was home?"

Dick noticed that a group of eyes that didn't have a strong sense of existence stared at him for a while, and then moved away quickly.Nancy's embarrassing face was clearly reflected in the rearview mirror, which made him just smile in understanding.

It was embarrassing to hear people call, but Nancy was only attracted by the name Bruce.

In foreign countries, the names are fixed and everyone chooses and uses them together. It is normal for other people in Gotham to be named Bruce.

Just like Dr. Hulk Banner, isn't his name also Bruce?

"Oh, no wonder... ok ok, I just haven't arrived home yet," Dick carefully watched the road conditions, and quickly glanced at the navigation map on the car, "Hey, it's just right—then I'll arrive!"

After hanging up the phone, he poked his head into the back seat like a big boy next door, "Hey, why don't you go to the train station in Gotham? It just so happens that I'm going to the train station in Gotham. Pick up a person, it belongs to the central city, just next to the Wayne Building, and the law and order can be considered top in Gotham."

"Well, of course." Nancy was more relieved when she heard that, so she showed a grateful smile to this young man who had not grown up for a long time.

"You are a good person."

"..." Well, although it hasn't been a year or two since I was issued a good person card, why do I always feel that there is a different meaning in it when I hear this girl say this?

Rumors can often magically transform many things.

It's as if outsiders always commented that Gotham's law and order is ridiculously poor, Gotham's police do nothing, and Gotham's politicians and gangsters are in cahoots.

But except for the police, politicians and gangsters, this city is mostly composed of ordinary civilians who love this city, and they all love this city without exception.

Only those who have been here are qualified to judge her, and only those who have settled here are qualified to say that they love her or hate her.

The city's transportation center is often the most important link, and that's why, in fact, Gotham's train station and airport are the safest places, because this is a place where even underground forces will abide by order.

Sure enough, the sky had already begun to rain lightly, and the raindrops dripped from the cracks in the roof tiles, and finally gathered in the small puddles on the road.

The passing vehicles ran over these small puddles reflecting light, splashing a splash of water.

"Are you still going to pick up someone? Then I'll get off here first." Nancy looked at this building that had been renovated countless times without being rebuilt for some years, and opened the door near the side of the road.

Opening the car door was like opening the shackles separating the two worlds. The noisy din flooded into Dick's ears in an instant, making it difficult for him to hear Nancy's last few syllables.

"Bon voyage?" Probably just some farewell words?Dick blinked uncertainly, and brushed up a few stray hairs that fell from his forehead.

Evening is always one of the peak times of the day. After getting off the bus, Nancy had to follow the general direction of the crowd and walk towards the train station. Her hair was still wet by the fine rain.

The rainwater quickly flowed into her collar along the tip of her hair. Nancy turned her head and looked around at the city standing safely in the rain, feeling inexplicably sore in her heart.

"Er—sorry I didn't watch the way."

"...Nancy?"

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