[comprehensive] villain friend

Reflection of Gotham 【Ⅷ】

How do you know she's not enjoying it?

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a nightmare.

"Honestly, I've had this nightmare long enough." Lucius Fox put one hand on the table. "I don't see why you're asking again, Bruce."

"I'm just curious."

"It's not a good thing to be curious about a girl for no reason." He glanced at his young boss teasingly. He was sitting on the swivel chair at the moment, his brows were deeply furrowed, and that handsome face looked extraordinarily melancholy Lucius has no doubt that there will be countless young girls in the past, present and future who will be crazy about this face, trying to smooth out that wrinkle.

"—Oh, Lucius." He rubbed between his brows. "You know what I mean. I think she...she's suspicious."

"Suspicious?" Lucius was a little puzzled, "Are you a little nervous? It's just a little girl from New York, and she has a purpose in coming to Gotham. Trust me, this purpose has nothing to do with the safety of the world." Can't hang on top."

"Look," Bruce Wayne spread his arms, "we're going to get back where we were in the end. So, what is she looking for you to know?"

"It's a man's ass, Bruce. Even though I know you're not a bad person, I must say—" Lucius paused, "I can't…"

"When you know the secret, it can't be regarded as absolute **. Even if I believe you, my friend," Bruce said, "I can't trust an outsider...more What's more, how can we be sure that what you tell her will not indirectly affect the safety of the world?"

Lucius was stunned: "...Honestly, I think you're a little too sensitive about this kind of thing, my friend."

"If you knew she met the Joker the first day she arrived in Gotham, maybe she wouldn't think so."

"The clown?!" Lucius frowned, the whole Gotham will never forget the clown, that's called a real nightmare, said it was a plague, "Why did she go to see the clown?" His nerves endured He couldn't help tensing up, "Could it be that she—"

"It hasn't reached that level yet." Bruce lowered his voice a bit, "...it might be an accidental and unfortunate encounter."

Lucius looked at him in surprise.

"Oh don't look at me like that, Lucius." He turned his face away and sighed, "I don't know..."

——He didn't know why he would say such a thing.Batman is always suspicious, perhaps because he suffered too many betrayals a long time ago-this made him learn to be suspicious enough, because only in this way can he avoid trauma time after time and guarantee his brother Tam's safety.

But that girl... He thought of those tired, obscure eyes, maybe she didn't even notice it, even though she pretended to be indifferent, even though she thought she was free from all shackles, even though she pretended not to care ——

Behind layers of barriers, the suppressed anger was like a small cluster of flames, lighting up the world.

And this feeling, when he saw Dolores for the first time, he knew it in his heart.

She has very dangerous thoughts, she is walking on the rope, if she is not careful, she will fall into the abyss, but she is suppressing herself.

... He couldn't understand this feeling all too well.

Because he is also such a person.

The part that was Bruce Wayne was letting down its guard against Dolores, but instead, Batman couldn't help but tense up.Is this contradictory?No--

Batman didn't even dare to fully trust himself, so how could he be sure that such a person would not fall completely - after she met the Joker?

Think about the depraved Harvey Dent, how did Gotham's Bright Knight become a double-faced man who can't tell right from wrong by the clown?

If she's exposed to the Joker with enough pain, Bruce has every right to believe she'll turn into another Two-Face.

So he had to find out whether this guest who came from afar was "polluted" by the clown, and before that, he had to find out everything about this girl.

"Well, Bruce," Lucius pushed away the teacup in front of him with a serious expression, "If she really met the clown, I can only tell you some related conversations...but you have to promise me , do not disclose it to anyone else."

"Don't worry," Bruce smiled, helplessly, "who else can I tell?" Who else is around him?

Lucius Fox was silent for a moment, he patted Bruce's arm reassuringly, and then calmed down: "...she came to ask me about the process of a disaster accident."

"What happened to the disaster?"

"Yes, more than ten years ago in Brooklyn, New York, I was the only one who witnessed the whole process....It was a car accident caused by a storm. Most people who experienced that stormy night forgot the details due to excessive panic. and her relatives seemed to be missing in that car accident. So the girl found me after several rounds, hoping to get some specific process from me.”

"You said... 'seems'?" Bruce tapped on the table.

"Although the girl is convincing," Lucius smiled, "but I always feel that something is wrong—it may be an occupational disease. But I always feel that she is not looking for missing relatives, but rather... …wanted to confirm something from my description, or, on the contrary, to deny something."

"..."

"What's more," Lucius opened the drawer and pulled out a yellowed newspaper, "—it just so happened that because the car accident left a heavy shadow on me, I couldn't stop thinking about it during that time. I have collected some related reports and follow-ups. There is one very noticeable thing.” He flicked the newspaper in his hand, “A woman with a child was injured in the car accident, which happened to be Relatives of Pres Hayek, well known throughout America, and specifically, the widow of his poor brother."

"... As I remember, that girl is called Dolores Joe Hayek." Bruce stated, rubbing the center of his brows with a headache.

"Yes, so I was very curious and asked some friends in the media about it," Lucius said, "They told me that the lady took her child to New York to meet relatives, and happened to get in that car. Fortunately, both of them survived, and they were found by Mr. Press Hayek, and the child was named "Hayek"."

"..." Bruce paused, "So, she doesn't have any missing 'relatives' to look for?"

"Oh, I don't dare to say that, what if there are other people sitting in that car? I just feel very strange--" Lucius put down the newspaper, pushed it in front of Bruce with his fingers, an inconspicuous There is a small photo printed in the corner of the bed, a photo of a woman with black hair and black eyes, sitting peacefully among the flowers, "To be honest, I think I have a pretty good mind all the time, but if it wasn't for that girl Come to me, I found this pile of old newspapers the same day, and I haven't discovered this utterly queer thing."

Bruce sensed something, and he stared at Lucius without blinking.

"...the so-called 'Hayek's relatives', I have seen, but not in the bus, but in the car that crashed into the bus. But in that car I Didn't see a little girl."

"...but the newspaper did mention 'a lady with a child'."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm wondering about." Lucius shook the newspaper, "I'm absolutely sure that I haven't seen anyone other than this lady."

"And the strangest thing is——" Lucius said in a deep voice, "I have never found out that 'the widow of Hayek' is equal to 'the driver of the car that caused the accident'. Didn't find out and suspected it. I would have been surprised if I had found out at the time, because the papers claimed that the lady was in a bus with the child and not the opposite in a sedan, or someone covered it up on purpose, "

He raised his head and looked at Bruce: "...or, it can only be my memory is wrong."

"...What are you trying to say?" Bruce frowned, "Someone tampered with your memory, just to cover up the existence of a little girl?"

"It's not certain, my friend," Lucius said, "think about those mutants with endless abilities. Maybe there is such a master of memory who modified the presence of people for some things we don't know now. everyone's memory."

"...This is really a very imaginative story." Bruce said after being silent for a while.

"Yeah, the only one I feel sorry for in this story is the girl, who obviously suffers a lot that normal people don't," Lucius sighs.

"Poor? Why should you be pitiful? Because she lives in a puzzle and has no way to find the truth of the world?" Bruce smiled, his eyes were deep, his hands tightened a little, as if thinking of something, "... ...But how do you know that the other party is not enjoying it?"

"...Are you talking about yourself?"

"No, why would you think that?" Bruce asked back. "I don't care about any of that—the only thing I really care about is that she doesn't get bogged down by clowns and become a bitch."

"—As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me."

The author has something to say: I feel that many people don't understand it, so I'll give it a go.

Dolores came to Gotham to find Lucius Fox to confirm the inflection point in her memory, which was the storm, because she was not sure if her memory was wrong.

Then she had the bad luck to meet the Joker, who gave her several hints, just like he used to do to Harvey Dent.There is no need to brainwash the other party, just a little guidance, because Dolores has a dark side like Harvey, with some dark thoughts buried.Everyone has this idea, the clown only needs to move a little...

So Mrs. Duo's current thoughts are entirely her own, but it's a bit hard to shut up in Gotham, a place with bad feng shui.Just wait until you leave this place that doesn't fit her character.

After this was over, she entered the police station with a dazed mind, met Batman and Lucius by the way.As a pair of two, Dolores even suspected that there was something wrong with her!

But after Lucius told her everything, he went home and found something was wrong. He felt that there was something wrong with his memory.

Alright [clap hands] Here comes the question, who has the problem? :)

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...Okay, I confess, I like to play this set of true and false memory games, and I always doubt the truth of the world.

I know that there are many babies who can't understand, I kiss you, thank you for still supporting me orz, the serialized article is like this, I can't read it all at once to show you the truth without omission. [But the goose still begs not to fatten me up QAQ]

But I swear, you will understand when you see the middle!Because soon (or a little later), after Deadpool comes out, the secret will be revealed.The answer to this riddle is very simple and clear, and all the puzzles are connected together, but the enveloping fog is so heavy that it makes everyone feel vague.

I think some cuties should have guessed part of it vaguely.

And there will be a partner behind the heroine!The left blue dragon and the right white tiger! It's so handsome!It's so cool!

_(:з」∠)_

My style of writing is really quite strange. I know orz myself. To be honest, I am thinking about a very serious question...

You say you see ghosts but don't see ghosts?I wrote a comprehensive British and American article until I became a god, so he didn't have a single ticket! !one!indivual!All!without!have! !

Am I giving you a philosophy class? Damn it! !

What can I do? I'm so desperate!Does Ni Meng know that I look at the iron man, the little spider Jarvis, passing by my eyes one by one, but I have so much despair that I always look at him with disdain?

Those who can catch up to the present must be true love! !

...Anyway, this article exists to satisfy my own middle school soul.My middle school soul is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. After following me for so many years, I always want to be rewarded.