Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

When Artemis saw Lola again, she almost couldn't recognize Lola.

They still made an appointment to meet in the park around the lake that they had crossed before. Artemis arrived a little late this time. When she rushed over in a hurry, Laura was swinging in the park.

She wore a bohemian dress with two flamboyant and extravagant earrings on her ears. When she was swinging, the whole park was attracted by her sometimes bulging and sometimes falling skirt Living.

They gazed at her intently, as if seeing something new, something they had never seen before.

That kind of look is not so much greed and obsession as it is complete bewilderment.

"Al?" Laura said, and when the swing reached the highest point, it lightly fell from midair, and the skirt opened like a flower about to bloom, and then closed quickly.

"Lola?" Artemis said in surprise.

She felt that there seemed to be something different about Laura from the past, a certain temperament, a certain look—but when Laura trotted towards her happily with the hem of her skirt, that strange illusion dissipated without a trace.

"You're back!" Laura stopped happily in front of her, "Isn't your mission too time-consuming? You find the target's information, you sneak into the place where the target is, and you finish your target, okay? , Done! Can it be simpler?"

"This mission is different," Artemis said, and she spoke the truth after careful consideration. "My mission is to escort a batch of dangerous weapons to a certain country."

"How dangerous?" Laura asked.

"The kind of danger that could probably destroy several small African countries."

"Then it's not dangerous."

"It's dangerously priced."

"How dangerous?" Laura asked again.

"More dangerous than the sapphire I gave you last time."

"Yes, you gave me a gift last time. Didn't you bring a gift this time?"

"If you regard a mission as a gift, little one." Artemis said casually, "I brought you a great gift."

When they were talking, they were circling around the center of the lake, and the breeze was blowing Artemis' high ponytail, which was as smooth as a piece of satin.

"What time? What are you going to do?" Laura asked, and before Artemis could react, she continued, "I'll join!"

But before the new mission, Laura has other things to do.

She went to Gotham again.

Went in the open and square.

Tim sat in the back of the car, concentrating—on his homework.

Even Red Robin has to go to school, and since he has to go to school, of course he has homework to do.

Moreover, Tim has always been a good student in the eyes of teachers and students. He not only has excellent grades, but also actively participates in various club activities, and can handle the relationship with his classmates very well. The adopted son adopted in Bruce Here, he is the only boy who can behave extremely decently in public social situations.

Of course, this is also due to the favorable conditions provided by the Drake family, but it is more due to Tim's high demands on himself.

He's been spending so much time on Red Robin lately that Tim's homework has piled up.

Tim doesn't want to attend tonight's banquet, which is supposed to celebrate his good performance in the competition...but in fact this banquet is just another social place for Bruce, and he needs to create a responsible person. At the same time, Tim, as his adopted son, must also brush up his sense of existence in an appropriate way.

This is also to make people forget the dead Jason Todd more quickly.

Someone knocked on his window.

Tim looked up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Lola!"

It turned out that the person his father asked him to pick up in person was Laura!But—why did Lola come to the party tonight?It's not Bruce's style to invite each other back to Gotham.

Laura had already opened the car door and got in.

She wore a very beautiful smoke-gray short dress, with hollow lace on the shoulders, and the collarbone looming behind the lace; the waist was designed with straps, and a large bow was tied at the end; her skirt The pendulum is also dotted with small shiny sequins, and Tim looked carefully, only to realize that these small sequins are broken diamonds.

"Wow." He couldn't help but say, "You're really well dressed..." This outfit would cost at least a hundred thousand dollars, not counting her headgear, necklace, shoes and handbag.

"Bruce sent it to me," Lola replied. "I told him I'd love to go to a serious party, and he sent me the clothes and asked me to come here at this hour today. Where's the party?"

"Well, almost all the people invited are my classmates, and some of my peers," Tim said, "at Wayne Manor."

This is not the first time Lola has seen Wayne Manor.

Gotham City has built and grown together with this country. From the perspective of two people, she is undoubtedly both old and young. The landmark buildings here are as numerous as stars. European colonists once brought everything they had, civilization, Wealth, power and technology, of course, also brought their familiar architectural aesthetics.

In the United States, only Gotham City has typical medieval-style buildings, those splendid vaulted tops, small spires and majestic clock towers, those beautifully structured city walls and scattered maze-like small houses.

Gotham City also has churches that took hundreds of years to complete, with tall and relief-painted domes, long and narrow and elegant stained glass windows, expensive handmade tapestries and silk weaving. Around the building, the dark alleys and potholes made up of weird collapses are surrounded by the smell of blood and cooked food all the year round - the modern high-rise buildings are arranged a little further away, and the two get along harmoniously , and never interfere with each other.

But of all the buildings, grand or grand, whether they have represented the military or religion, none can compare with the quiet, luxury and grandeur of Wayne Manor.

Especially solemn.

The iron-gray castle still retains the coldness of the special era hundreds of years ago, as if a knight in armor would rush from the castle to the enemy in the next second.

It has the kind of momentum that is incomparable to any other building in Gotham: worldly pride, strict self-discipline, and justice that is not necessarily correct.

Perhaps Wayne, like the mansion, was as forthright as he was in admitting his mistakes and callousness.

But never tried to change those either.

"This is my first time visiting your house, Tim," Laura said. "I brought you a present. Should I give it to you at the party in front of everyone, or would it be better to give it to you now?" ?”

"What did you give me?" Tim guessed, "Guns? Explosives? Cell phones or laptops? I get so many presents that I rarely open them in public, but since you're the one I go out and pick them up in person Yes, if you give me something in public, I will definitely have to take it apart and have a look."

"It's coffee beans. Bruce said you love coffee, I collected all the coffee beans I could get for you." Lola replied, "Sorry, I don't know what to give you. If you are a girl, I I will give you jewelry."

"I love your gift." Tim smiles, much livelier than when he's serious.

He walked into the party with Lola.

The people sitting in the living room are indeed Tim’s friends of the same age, and they give Laura a good impression. No one is particularly rude. The boys are all little gentlemen, and the girls are also little ladies. They treat Laura very well. The arrival of Laura was welcomed, although one or two also showed vigilance and hostility towards Laura.

I didn't expect Tim to be quite popular.

"The little girl in the white princess dress likes you, and the little girl with the pink gems doesn't like you, but she hates white princess dresses, so she'll fight for your attention," Lola whispered to Tim. "And the young lady on the far right, the one with Asian mixed race - she just talks to the people around her from the beginning to the end, and doesn't look at you at all, I bet she is the one who likes you the most."

"...you observe carefully."

"I didn't observe, it's all in their movements and expressions." Laura said, "Their expressions and behavior management are better than most of their peers, but they are far behind Bruce—you know me How long did it take you to think about him?"

She basically did nothing else in Gotham.

"What did you find?" Tim's heart beat faster, and he tried to act nonchalantly. He was always confident in his acting skills, but Laura—she was indeed too good at reading people.

Laura pursed her lips and smiled: "My discovery is no more than what you know about him."

A thought flashed through Tim's head like lightning.

——She got it.

——she knew it a long time ago.

Now Tim sort of understands how Bruce felt when he confronted Bruce and bravely told him that he knew Bruce Wayne was Batman.

"Why tell me?"

"Because you came to the door on your own initiative, not being picked up by him." Luo La said, "In a relationship...in any relationship, it is very important whether a certain party has the right to choose."

Her expression suddenly became disappointed.

Tim couldn't understand the loss.

He didn't have time to read this loss, his best friend in school was smiling and waving at him, and he was carrying his younger sister, the girl who was stamped "Favorite him" by Laura, she She was looking at her brother intently, as if they hadn't seen each other for decades.

Tim said goodbye to Lola hurriedly, and walked over.

The party was invited in the name of Tim, but the real protagonist was not Tim, but Bruce Wayne, and the father and mother of the invited children.

Of course, this type of party will not make the atmosphere too commercial and formal. Compared with the children's fancy dress, the adults' clothes are still homely and comfortable.

They sat around the sofa, holding glasses of wine in their hands, chatting and laughing easily with the people around them.

—looks too tired, Laura thought.

She glanced back at Tim again.

——This is more tiring.

She stood up quietly from the seat, lifted the hem of her skirt, and disappeared into the living room with the shadow of the sofa and some antique decorations.

Bruce glanced nonchalantly in the direction she left.

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