Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Like most family mansions, the front yard of Wayne Manor has manicured trees and exquisite gardens, elegant paths dotted on both sides of the lawn, and the indispensable decorative sculptures and fountains flowing quietly from the sculptures.

The thick fog of Gotham makes any building in this city more than gloomy and not warm enough, but any aesthetic is essentially an extension of personal emotions.

When a person is in a good mood, she feels happy looking at any scenery, even the mud can remind her that it can fertilize the land and flowers; when a person is in a bad mood, even if the thing in front of her is made of ruby She would also find the bouquet of roses too vulgar.

And Laura—she couldn't tell whether she was in a good mood or a bad mood.

There was always a gap between her ego and her feelings.

Maybe it's the game's fault, Lola thought.She has a set of integrated logic and senses in reality, but she naturally developed another sense in the game, and naturally left behind the logic and senses she was born in reality.

For example, when she killed someone, her subconscious mind told her that it was wrong, and she should feel fear and guilt about it, but in fact she didn't have such emotions.

If I have to say it, the feeling of killing is a bit like tasting a kind of food that is not so bad but not very delicious. It is very pleasant to eat when you are hungry, and it doesn’t matter whether you eat or not when you are not hungry.

At a certain point in time, killing can make Laura feel satisfied and happy, but more often, killing is a dispensable behavior.

Not to mention comfortable or uncomfortable, she just insisted on finishing this thing out of mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

However, unless the other party shows a clear killing intent towards her, Laura will not take the initiative to kill. The judgment criteria in her subconscious still have some influence on her, and she thinks this is very good-if she really lets herself do whatever she wants , Bruce would not be her friend.

What is her image in Bruce's eyes?

Laura paced slowly along the path while thinking about the mess.

The street lamps on both sides of the path were shining softly, and Lola was holding the hem of the skirt, and the diamonds on the skirt were shining under the light.

She was really happy as she walked, because she felt like she was wearing a small piece of starry sky.

The castle was still brightly lit, and she could hear laughter and laughter.

When they laugh, no one really feels happy; when they don't, everyone is seriously sad.

But even if they are sad, they are all sad quietly, and must make themselves sad very dramatically, like a humorous drama, the sadder they are, the more they have to show their smiles, and they never want to expose their emotions in public.

It's just that some people play well and some people don't.

—It turns out that all rich people are like this.

—It turns out that this is not a behavior pattern unique to Batman or Robin.

Lola walked around the path for a while, her steps were light, and every time her toes hit the ground, there would be a dexterous rebound. She would turn in a circle after taking a few steps, or jump on the spot, turn her body in mid-air, and then Landing with feet staggered in a standard ballet posture.

"You can dance ballet?" Bruce asked behind Lola.

"Not really, I just watched others jump, so I memorized a few moves. It's not difficult for me to do the exact same moves, and I don't even need to practice. It's not fair, is it?" Laura said.

She propped herself up on her toes, then stretched out her arms and tiptoed around in circles - if the ground was covered with flour, when she jumped away lightly from the spot, you would be surprised to find that in the white as snow Among the flour, only two small dots the size of coins were left, and that was the trace of her toes touching the ground.

Most ballet dancers need more than ten years of basic skills practice soaked in sweat and tears to achieve this step.

But Laura can do it with just a glance.

"Some people are just more talented than others," Bruce said gently.

He stood where he was, without trying to get close to Lola, his tall body cast a dark shadow on the ground.

Laura twirled and jumped to the edge of his shadow, and when she was about to be enveloped by his shadow, she spun gracefully to avoid it.

"You don't like parties?" Lola asked him. "Why did you come out?"

"Because I found out that you don't like this party." Bruce said calmly, looking at Lola with a slight smile in his steel blue eyes, "Is there anything you don't like?"

Lola's arm dropped.

"No," she said, "it's just boring."

"What a pity," Bruce said. "I thought you'd make some friends."

"They won't be my friends." Laura's tone was as firm as saying that the sun rose from the east today. "They are all too ordinary. We are not the same kind of people at all."

She turned around, got behind Bruce's shadow elongated by the light, and approached Bruce lightly from this direction.

Bruce turned to look at her: "What standard do you use to judge 'ordinary'?"

"The people I like are not ordinary." Laura replied capriciously, "The people I don't like are all ordinary."

Bruce was visibly amused by the answer: "It's an honor to be admired by you, Laura."

He held out his hand to Luo Ra, and his tone was so gentle that it was almost coaxing: "Okay, don't stay outside anymore, go back quickly, Tim is worried about you."

That's for sure, Lola thought, Tim wouldn't be worried about what would happen to her out there alone, but he would be worried about what Lola found in the castle.

"Tell me about Dick," Laura said with her hands behind her back. "Tell me a little more about him."

"He was the first child I adopted, and he is also the child who stayed with me the longest. He is now a policeman in Bloomhaven, and he will go home during the holidays. Will be back." Bruce said, his hand still reaching for Lola, "I told you all this, what else do you want to know?"

"Is he welcome?"

"I think so," Bruce said. "He's very attractive to girls."

"do you like him?"

"He's a big part of the family, Laura."

"Do you prefer Dick or Tim?"

"There shouldn't be a comparison here, Dick and Tim are completely different people," Bruce said. "I try to treat them as fairly as possible."

"No kid likes 'justice,'" Laura said. "Kids like to be favored."

She took two steps forward and put her hand in Bruce's hand. Bruce immediately held Laura with his backhand, and he held Laura's shoulder with the other hand. Like a reliable and patient father, he said, "It's too late." , dear, if you are sleepy, I have prepared a room for you. You should rest."

"...I like to hear you talk about them." Laura whispered, "Because I don't know who my parents are. I know the world is a game, but in this game, it's hard to be hurt, and it's great to be happy." Laughing brings pain, but also happiness, so what does it matter if you play games or not?"

"The world is a game?"

"Gee," Laura said, "don't dwell on the minutiae, I'm just describing how I feel to you."

"Haven't you found your parents yet?" Bruce said, subconsciously wanting to do something, Lola's red hair dangling in front of him, and he wondered if he could collect them at such a close distance without disturbing Lola. Her DNA immediately dismissed the idea because it was so difficult.

Wait until she is unsuspecting before trying it.

"I'm trying," Laura said, "but not that hard—not with all my might. I've always felt that something was holding me back from finding the truth, but on the other hand, I knew Why didn't I try my best."

"May I ask why?"

Laura stopped.

[It is your destiny not to be expected, not recognized, not to be loved. 】

—she shivered quite involuntarily.

Bruce took off his coat immediately and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," Lola said, and she paused for a moment, then suddenly turned and threw herself into Bruce's arms.

She raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around Bruce's neck.

Bruce's hand fell on Lola's back through his own suit jacket. He bent slightly to make Lola hug more comfortable. After a long pause, he realized that Lola didn't want to let go of him, so he lifted The hand patted Lola slowly.

"I sometimes feel like you're my daddy," Lola said in Bruce's ear, "though you're not. I can feel you're not. Sometimes I even feel like I actually know who my mommy and daddy are. Yes, I just haven't met them yet."

...maybe.

But...but it didn't feel right.Along with familiarity and kindness, there is also vigilance and anxiety from the heart.

Lola didn't quite know what was going on, but it just didn't feel right.

Lex Luthor must have had something to do with her father, Lex Luthor must have known about her parentage.

There must be some secret behind his hideous smile, and one day she would find out what his secret was.

"Until I find my dad," Lola asked Bruce, "can you be my dad for a while?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Bruce said, "You won't listen to me."

"...You are not really my father."

"I do think you lack guidance and discipline, Laura, and I'm afraid your thought patterns are not normal—universal patterns. But on the other hand, although you are different, you also have full control and control over you. own abilities." Bruce let go of Lola, "and I—I'm not a good father."

Every syllable of this sentence should be drenched with pain and blood and tears.

But when he said it, he was actually very calm.

"Oh," Laura said, with a tone of surprise, "you know it yourself!" She could hardly conceal her exclamation.

Bruce smiled: "..."

"But I asked if you could be my dad, not because I think you're doing a good job and I don't think you're a good dad," Lola said, "but because I like you."

Bruce didn't answer for a moment.

Laura asked him again, "Can you talk about Jason?"

"He's gone."

"He may not be in this world anymore," Laura replied, "but isn't he in your heart either?"

For a moment, Bruce's expression made Lola think he was being stung.

But his smile is still flawless, his eyes are still tender, and he is so well disguised that one has to suspect that he is not pretending at all, his nature is so cold and ruthless.

If a person's acting skills are too good, no one can see his sincerity from his behavior and expression.

Is this how you face all the people you like and like you?Laura thought, is this how you try so hard to cover up, so desperately trying to hide your weakness, but instead expose your weakness?

confirmed.Batman really is a terrible father.

—She thought Bruce was a smart guy at first.

But Bruce wasn't a smart guy at all.

He is stupid.

But at the same time, pity arose in Laura's heart.

That's the kind, when you walk shoulder to shoulder with the other person and act like a baby and you feel a little cold, but the other person not only doesn't hug you, let alone take off your coat and put it on you, but also tells you "let's go back to the fire", you The kind of mercy that would arise.

New York, late at night.

Artemis quietly got up from the bed.

She walked into another room, and the boy who had lost his mind fell asleep peacefully, until she took a sufficient amount of blood from him, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

Given how much Luther valued Laura, Artemis thought the new mission would be to kill the boy.

But Luther only asked Artemis to draw a tube of his blood.

Compared with the new task he gave, this trivial matter is almost without difficulty, but since Luthor is extremely attentive to every small matter related to Laura, such a move must have his deep meaning.

But what kind of deep meaning... Artemis gave up thinking.

She safely took the tube of blood back to the room.

The author has something to say: Thank you Zhiran Confidante, Tang Fei, and Miaoxue for throwing a landmine!