Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Me," Laura said, taking another sip of coffee.

"He wouldn't talk like that. But maybe you're right. Even if you're right, Bruce can handle his emotions on his own, and the pressure won't break him."

Tim changed several tones almost at the same time. He frowned and looked at Laura with an expression that Laura couldn't understand:

"you--"

"Me," Laura said.

She tilted her head to look at Tim, her green eyes still clear and beautiful in the fog and dim light of Gotham, like buds just sprouting on a spring day.

Her red hair and her smile looked so evil.

Tim finally said, "You seem to... have a special gift for understanding people."

"I guess so." Laura admitted, she turned the coffee cup in her hand, which was empty, but she turned it very slowly and evenly, "Bruce's mood is hard to guess, he is not the kind The guy who puts everything on his face."

"But everyone's emotional expression has a certain pattern. For Bruce, his occasional nervous headaches, the more emotional he is, the more he will make himself look stable. His tense muscles, his exaggerated, theatrical behavior patterns — oops," Lola said, "he must have a lot of dirty little secrets, right?"

Tim watched Laura warily.

"You have it too." Laura tilted her head and said.

Tim could barely contain the urge to stun Lola.

Laura looked at him, paused for a moment, and suddenly sighed sincerely:

"Bruce and Bruce's family are so much fun."

Wait, Tim thought, wait, let him go over what Lola said—

He found out the truth easily: "You don't know Bruce and my secrets, do you? You just know we must have some secrets."

"Yes." Laura admitted briskly, "I didn't intend to explore your secrets. In fact, I have no interest in your secrets at all. The people I know are Bruce Wayne, and Timothy Drake, I already know this part of you, and I love this part of you."

——As for the secret behind Bruce and Timothy, who cares?

Just let her be friends with Bruce and Timothy who have no secrets.

Tim drank a cup of coffee in silence, and then he said, "You don't look like what Bruce told me."

"What did he say about me?"

"He treats you like an innocent little girl who has power but doesn't know how to use it, and has been stranded in the dangerous Gotham." Tim said, "He thinks you haven't seen the city yet. Dark, and don't want you to know that."

"You must have come to know me with a mission." Laura said, she put up a finger, with a smile on her lips, "Don't say it, let me guess—it's too easy to guess—he asked you to persuade me I'm leaving Gotham, right?"

Tim acquiesced.

"He's so nice." Laura said wistfully, "I wish he was my father... But it's impossible. If there is anyone in this city who might be my father, according to my investigation, Only Batman has such suspicions."

Tim looked at Lola in horror.

"But even Batman is very unlikely. Don't be too surprised, Tim, one of the most important reasons I've stayed in Gotham is to see if Batman is my father," Lola said. , "Although I don't know the specific situation of Batman yet, I took a look at him from a distance. He is not my father."

"...This should require more proof. Listen, Laura, although we've only just met, I think you're someone you can trust, so I've got to tell you a secret, the Wayne Corporation is indeed Batman's Funder," Tim said, "if you really suspect that Batman is your father, just give me a little bit of your DNA and I can help you verify it."

He is still very young, but the way he speaks earnestly still looks reliable beyond his age.

Laura raised her hand and touched his cheek, and said with some regret, "It's a pity."

Tim is cute, but he's a little young.

And he was a little too short.

Age is not the point, the point is that he is still a little too short.

Tim looked at Laura suspiciously, and repeated foolishly: "What a pity? What a pity?"

"You were really masculine just now, my sister almost thought you were a good candidate for a boyfriend." Laura said regretfully, "But... I think I still like boys who look more mature."

She smiled at Tim, and said in the stunned expression of the other party: "Go back and tell Bruce 'Daddy' and don't worry about me, God, I can't stand his enthusiasm for me lately."

Before the words fell, Laura disappeared before Tim's eyes.

"...So," Artemis folded his chest and leaned against the door with a stinky face, "that's why you came to where I live to eat and drink?"

"My whereabouts have been leaked." Laura said while stuffing beef pizza into her mouth, "Before I lived in a shabby place to keep it secret, but since there are no more secrets, why don't you eat and drink? I'm in Gotham And knowing only a few people, going to Bruce's house is obviously unrealistic."

"I don't know much about Bruce Wayne, but the Bruce Wayne in your mouth and the rumored him are simply two people." Artemis frowned, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with Laura's judgment, " You really don't know what his secret is?"

"I don't know," Laura said absently. "It's safe if you don't know. I don't have any curiosity."

Artemis didn't believe it, but he didn't refute it either.She was silent for a while, and said, "You can live here, and I will take you to the Bingshan restaurant at the appointed time."

Lola knows Iceberg and the people behind it.

"So your boss is Penguin." Laura said.

"Otherwise?" Artemis asked back, "How many serious businessmen are there in Gotham?"

"I thought your boss wasn't from Gotham," Lola said, licking her fingers contentedly after she emptied a whole box of pizza, "You've never been to Gotham before, only the last few days, And you got into business with the Penguin right after you came here. Obviously you used to work for someone else."

"I'm a mercenary, not a private thug," Artemis said angrily. "The difference between a mercenary and a private thug is very big—you don't understand the market."

"Why don't I understand? Isn't it just that mercenaries are easy to turn back?" Laura threw the empty pizza box into the trash can and looked up at Artemis, "How much reward and reputation do you get if you fail a mercenary mission? , the end of the private thug mission failure will be even more miserable."

Artemis glanced at Laura inexplicably, and fell silent.

No matter what she thinks in her heart, who she is working for, and what tasks the people behind her have given her, her attitude towards Laura is quite good.

In fact, her attitude towards Laura could be described as submissive.

As soon as Luo La moved in, she prepared a complete set of identity certificates and various documents for Luo La, which was exactly the same as the one that Luo La bought, and maybe even better; her temporary residence only had a bed, as a barefoot The one with a height of 1.8 meters, she generously gave up the only bed to Lola, not to mention making the floor bunk herself, and changed a whole set of expensive bedding for Lola.

And she also gave Laura a few credit cards, and then told Laura: "Use whatever you want."

"Isn't that good?" Laura played with these cards, a little embarrassed, "You were beaten by me when you were doing the task, and you still have to give me the bounty you earned... Could it be that you are finally in our bed together?" Did you discover your uncontrollable desire for me after sleeping together?"

Of course, Laura couldn't let Artemis hit the floor.

They slept in the same bed at night, covered with the same quilt—because Laura said that she wanted to sleep with Artemis in her arms.

She made the request while Artemis was busy laying the floor for herself.

It was still in the afternoon, and Laura swore that half of Artemis's face was twitching after listening to what she said. She raised her head, gave Laura a hard look, and rejected Laura's proposal rudely and without hesitation.

And then that night, in her pajamas, she coyly and reluctantly knocked on the door of Laura's bedroom, which had been hers.

——Artemis has muscles all over his body, but he is still warm and soft when hugged.

"Al?" Laura whispered in the darkness.

"...Artemis."

"You smell a little salty, Al," Lola whispered. "You have sea water and sea air in your skin."

"..."

Laura shrank her head into Artemis' neck, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't ask why Artemis was obedient and tolerant to her, and she didn't ask why Artemis suddenly changed her mind after rejecting her request.

Artemis didn't ask why she suddenly rushed over to beat her up, and took her communicator away, let alone why she suddenly became so tricky and arrogant.

—Don't ask those secrets.

—Don’t tell everything you know.

——It’s okay to lie when necessary, and it’s okay to lie if it’s not smart enough.

- Remember what the point of the matter is.The point of the matter is never what the truth is, the point of the matter is what the other party is willing to believe.

Friendship, Laura thought, so fragile yet so resilient.

Half awake and half asleep, a hand rested lightly on her back.

The author has something to say: Thank you for throwing a mine!

Thank you Meow for throwing a grenade!

Thank you, why not go back and throw a bazooka!