Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

After sending off the reluctant Dick, Laura happily rushed into the bedroom and rolled on her bed——

Then she remembered that she had forgotten what she had planned to do when she went to see Bruce.

yes!She originally planned to probe Bruce's tone about Jason!

How could you forget about business?

Laura lay on the bed and bumped her head against the surface of the bed in frustration, got up, and tiptoed to the dressing room to find clothes.

I just left Gotham, and it’s not right to go back now. It’s better to change clothes, cover up your identity a little, and then quietly go back to Gotham to have a look.

The closet was full of small skirts, and Laura couldn't find the right one after searching for a long time, so she had to change into her uniform and fly to Gotham—as fast as possible, so as to escape those ubiquitous surveillance.

Alas, whether it's Bruce or Lex, these people have too many bad habits, especially their desire to monitor, which has no boundaries.

You are so capable, why don't you think of a way to install a detection chip in the brains of all the people.

This can not only monitor what they are doing in real time, but also add some interesting small functions to the chip, such as once you have a criminal idea and start planning how to commit a crime, you will automatically be connected to the police station or something.

If this can really be done, won't the world become utopia?

...Although if it really goes to this step, the world is more likely to become a dystopian society.

Lola's endlessly running thoughts suddenly stopped.

——Games with a dystopian social background, she has also played.

—but that's not a game.

All the experiences she once regarded as games are actually reality.

It's just that Rebecca played tricks in her mind, making her think she was playing a game.

This feeling is a bit uncomfortable, and the guilt and pain are actually not very strong.

Although Laura feels that she has this function, the feeling of emotional and physical separation is still very clear, just like when she just woke up in this world, she can know that facing the scene she saw, facing the When she was in the situation at that time, she should have some emotions and moods, but those "emotions" were separated from her.

It was as if her "emotions" were separated by some invisible membrane.

But if her guess is correct, that membrane can be broken through.

In the depths of her heart, the vast, boundless sea of ​​emotions that she has touched countless times... is the proof of this fact.

Even though she didn't need to breathe at all, Laura still took a deep breath, as if this could dispel the fear and pain that her entire consciousness was on the verge of collapsing.

If she heard Luo right, if she did comprehend the details that were laid out in front of her one after another without concealment.

If she guessed right—

In this body, in her mind, it was not the first time she had been born.

Then Laura, who was once born in this body...why did she completely collapse?

The answer was right in front of her eyes, in the sea of ​​emotions, but Lola didn't dare to touch it.

It's late at night in Gotham.

Despite being in a bad mood and emotionally unstable, the instinct to fly is still engraved in his body.Like a bird retracting its wings, Lola lightly landed in a certain vacant villa, suspended a few centimeters above the ground.

Surveillance equipment is densely covered in Gotham, and homeless people and scumbags scattered in the dark are also important eyeliners, but it is still very simple to find a completely clean place.

It's just that if you want to carry out activities in Gotham, or live for a long time, almost no one can perfectly cover their tracks.

Only a few people with special abilities can thrive in this city, such as mutants with the ability to disguise the appearance and character of others, or superpowers who can control other people's minds and create illusions.

Laura doesn't expect that she can avoid attracting the attention of other forces, and she doesn't think that she is that rare type who can perfectly hide herself in Gotham.

But it doesn't matter.

As Barbara once promised, as long as she acts carefully, avoids eyeliners, and monitors images related to her on the device, Barbara will help deal with it.

This villa is already very old. When Lola took a deep breath, she smelled a very strong bloody smell in the room. She couldn't help her curiosity, and followed the smell to find the place with the strongest smell.

It is the master bedroom of the villa.

There is a wedding photo of a newlywed couple hanging on the wall. The husband and wife are both around 25. The wife rests her head on her husband's shoulder, and the husband's hand gently wraps around his wife's waist.

There are smiles on the faces of both of them, but it is definitely not a perfunctory smile that keeps changing postures for the best effect, and loses patience in repeated repetitions, but a genuinely happy smile.

Happiness and sweetness overflowed from their pupils, and sprinkled on those two not so outstanding faces.

As a result, onlookers such as Laura also spontaneously felt a vague sense of happiness.

It's a pity that the lingering smell of blood in this room and the villa covered in dust have already told her about their ending.

"No matter how many times I come here," Laura said softly to herself, "I really don't like Gotham."

But the atmosphere exuding here is so familiar to her.

Maybe it's because the feeling of this city is similar to those games she played before... No, those experiences are too similar, right?

The same closure, the same chaos, the same desire to let people go, the same concentration of light and darkness in human nature, and let these two things collide fiercely.

Luo La thought about it for a while before forcing herself back to the point. She glanced at the happy photo and suddenly breathed on it.

Dust flies away from the glass surface, and behind the dust, the couple's wedding photos are as clean as new.

Happiness is fixed at this moment.

Laura smiled slightly and opened the closet.

She has seen a lot of unopened clothes in the wardrobe in this villa, and the size is quite suitable for her. Laura found a few sets of sportswear that looked very professional at first glance, and picked and picked. Replaced it with the beige one.

The shoes are still wearing her own black sneakers.She doesn't know how to buy black shoes herself, they are the shoes that came with her in the small apartment, and Lola has never worn them, so she has to wear them today.

I really didn't expect that she would have such a sneaky time to hide from someone to do things.

She used to be in the game... No, she used to think that when she was playing the game, she would never hide her whereabouts.

After changing the equipment, bouncing around on the spot, and feeling that it fits well, Laura nodded with satisfaction, and put on the single-line communication headset that Barbara gave her.

"Hello?" Laura called tentatively.

There was a burst of noise in the earphones, and then the noise disappeared, and Barbara's voice came over: "The oracle is online."

Laura pondered for a while and said, "Carmen is online."

"I have planned a safe route for you," Barbara reported the name of the entire route unequivocally, "The contact device I gave you does not support projection, I will always follow up the situation and change the route if necessary I'll let you know when it's time."

"Hmm..." Laura said.

"please say."

"Actually, if you can find a suitable location," Laura said, "I can directly see your screen, which is better than a projection."

"...Now adjust the plan, I will project your road map on the big screen in the safe house."

"Which safehouse? The one you're using now, or the one we last met?"

"The one from last time."

"Got it, I understand." Laura said happily, "I will leave the secrecy work to you!"

"I'll try my best." Barbara didn't say too much, "If you don't make things too big..."

"Oh, what are you talking about." Laura interrupted Barbara naturally, "How could I make a big fuss? Even if it makes a big fuss, it's definitely not because of me."

Barbara felt that Laura's tone was a little strange, as if she already knew something.

But before she could figure out the situation, Laura pushed open the door and flew out along the route she planned.

Lola's speed has exceeded the limit that most monitoring equipment can capture, but there are still very few monitors that can capture the afterimage left by Lola, which needs to be processed by Barbara.

She calmed down and stopped focusing on other things, but started working with full concentration.

On another street not far away, the body of the red hood cast a huge shadow, and the little gang leader shrouded in the shadow raised his hand in horror to try to cover his head, tremblingly trying to build a last futile road for himself Protect.

Red Hood sneered, and slammed down with his raised arm, but instead of killing the little gang leader, he knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun.

Seeing that the boss was stunned, the subordinates of the little boss immediately threw away the weapons in their hands, knelt on the ground, and put their heads in their hands to show their surrender.

Red Hood's new recruits rushed forward immediately, those who picked up weapons picked up weapons, piled up guns and ammunition, and counted numbers happily.

The rest are cooperation between those with guns and those with empty hands. One stares at the surrenderer with his gun, and the other squats down to search the other party, so as to make sure that the person kneeling on the ground honestly in front of him really wants to surrender. , instead of strapping a circle of bombs around his waist, planning to carry out a suicide attack.

The subordinates who were brought out by the red hood cooperated tacitly, and those who surrendered also knelt down obediently. They didn't mean to resist desperately when they were roughly touched from head to toe by those subordinates—from the sudden rise and rapid expansion of the red hood From the looks of it, he was no longer the boss of a gangster who could be brought down easily, and it wouldn't be a shame to find a job under him.

Gotham has always been known for its chaos. Big and small gangs and various forces occupy the city, block it, divide it, swallow and digest it, and finally form it.

Therefore, if you have to be theoretical, in fact, the interior of Gotham City is very orderly.

There are small forces with precise numbers within the jurisdiction of each big force. If the big forces entangled with politicians are the branches and roots of trees, these small forces are like the leaves of trees, showing to a large extent The energy and vigor of this big tree.

There are gray characters living in the cracks between the big forces, and these people are restricted and protected by multiple parties at the same time: unlicensed doctors, omnipotent brokers, solitary killers... They nest everywhere A squirrel or a bird, sometimes a disaster to a tree, sometimes is vital to its healthy growth.

And no matter what, they are essential.

This small gang is already the last gang on this street that has not been taken over by the Red Hood. Of course, this has also become history. From now on, the Red Hood has finally completed the first link in all his plans.

"Sometimes," Lola said softly, "I kind of wonder how different I am from these people."

"What?" Barbara said on the other end of the headset. "Are you sure—you want to talk to me at this time?"

"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to myself."

"Okay, please continue."

"I can't continue." Laura said, "I can't continue what was interrupted. Even if I insist on continuing, it will be different from the state at the beginning."

Barbara was sensitive: "Are you talking about the Red Hood?"

"No!" Lola said with a headache. "Listen, Barbara, don't let guilt ruin your life. Not everything has to be about Jason."

"Including what you're going to do next?"

"That's it," Laura said.

Instead of answering Barbara, she took off the headset and crushed it with two fingers.

For Red Hood, everything that was written on the plan went as planned.

But everything that was written out of plan—was also completely out of plan.

Rolla.

Whenever he thinks of this name, Jason can feel very complicated emotions.

The gratitude of being rescued and taken care of by her, the joy and embarrassment of being taken care of and played by her, the worry about her situation, and the tension of not feeling her presence by her side for a long time like now.

what is she doing?

What was she thinking?

Why hasn't she shown up until now?

No matter how she tried to create an image of a gentle and considerate little girl, Jason was very aware of Laura's weirdness and neuroticism.

At home she would cry and laugh, shriek and shiver and tear every coat she could see.

She would lie on the floor in the middle of the night, exhale upwards, and wait for the hoarfrost that condensed in mid-air to fall and bury her body like snow.

Then the next day, I got up from the ground and cleaned the room as if nothing had happened.

She can be tolerant at times and let her boy be alone, but there are also times when she can't stand her boy out of her sight for even half a second.

In any case, Jason didn't believe he could get away from Laura so easily.

He also... doesn't want to get away from her so much.

The sign for Arkham Asylum is directly in front of Lola.

There were long screams and hysterical weeping in the hospital, and the lights flickered like something out of a horror movie.

The grand darkness is hidden within the high walls, only willing to show her the tip of the iceberg.

Laura stood there staring at the hospital for a while, then smiled inexplicably, and suddenly hummed a song.

Humming like this, she staggered into Arkham on tiptoe.

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