Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Walking in Wayne Manor gave Lola a strange sense of time and space.

She has no past in this world, let alone a so-called future. Of course, the future is not something that Laura would have thought of. If she had such a far-sighted vision, she would not have taken that stupid boy home.

It is the past that makes her thoughts and heart fluctuate.

Jason's past.

What was he like in the past?What kind of life did he have, and what kind of experience did he have?Is his character good or bad, is his temper calm or fiery?

None of these Lauras knew.

What she was familiar with was the boy she picked up, but the boy she picked up and belonged to her was not Jason—not the thoughtful, rational Jason.

But still Jason, a part of Jason.

There seemed to be traces of Jason everywhere in the castle, and the garden gave Lola the same feeling. When she walked slowly through it, her heart was full of sadness and loss.

"I asked Tim about Jason and he said he never met Jason because when he came to the family, Jason was already..." Laura said, "I also asked Alfredo De, he said that the steward should not talk about the affairs of the master's house, so he asked me to ask you."

Lola looked up at Bruce, and for a brief moment she thought Bruce was going to rage or cry.

But actually, Bruce still had that soft, caring smile on his face, the kind that only a playboy can put on, like he's got so much that he's slightly bored with everything— —

It is true that there is sadness and nostalgia in this smile.

"Jason," Bruce said, "he was a mistake on my part."

Laura looked at Bruce with wide eyes: "...what did you say?"

She wondered if Bruce had said the wrong thing, or maybe he didn't know what he was talking about.

But even if he said the wrong thing or didn't know what he was talking about, saying "Jason was a mistake on my part" would be too...

For a while, Laura couldn't think of any words to describe Bruce's performance at the moment.

Probably "Buckball" can accurately summarize the essence of that.

"What happened to him was all because of my mistakes," Bruce said, looking like he didn't want to continue the subject. "The failure I felt in him was very deep-rooted, and I will take it as a warning. .”

"You think your mistake caused his death." Laura understood this time, and she asked again, "So have you changed it?"

You don't, she said in her mind.

"...It's late at night, honey." Bruce said softly, "Let's go back."

This time Laura didn't object.

She followed Bruce obediently and followed him into the castle.The party seemed to have ended, and after the building was emptied, the huge hall seemed a little empty and lonely.

"Your room is on the second floor," Bruce whispered. "Alf will take you there."

Alfred nodded restrainedly at Laura: "Please follow me, Miss Laura."

Laura took the coat off her shoulders and returned it to Bruce.

"Sweet dreams, Bruce," she said.

"Good night, Laura," Bruce replied softly.

Laura turned and followed Alfred upstairs.

Bruce stood in the middle of the hall with his head up, put his suit jacket on his arm, and stared at the backs of Alfred and Laura.

Lola met his steel-blue eyes as she turned her head.

Bruce smiled at Lola, the luxurious crystal lamp above his head was shining brightly, and standing in the middle of the luxurious hall, even though he was over forty years old, he still had a heart-pounding charm.

... don't know what to say.

...I don't know how to express this feeling.

I just feel so sorry for Jason.

But Bruce is also pathetic.

It was Bruce's fault, Laura thought, Jason was still a boy, and Bruce was his age.

If you take a boy home, you should raise him well.

How can you let them do dangerous things casually?

But the city of Gotham... is indeed rotten to the bone. If you want Laura to say, just throw a warhead down and blow up the entire city.

In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

This is the only way to clean up Gotham.

But what if Gotham was cleaned up?It's as if Gotham's problems only come from within the city itself.

——The problems of this city are the problems of American imperialism, and the problems of American imperialism are the problems of this world.

The existence of extraordinary power has caused unprecedented chaos in this world, and every moment is the harbinger of a world-class war.

If all the superhumans were destroyed, Lola thought, then Gotham's problems would be solved.

But when it really develops to that point, the world should almost be over again.

The difficulty of this kind of thing is the same as the difficulty of eliminating cliques and intrigue among human beings. It is completely an impossible task.

Laura looked away and didn't look at Bruce again.She pushed open her door quietly, stopped Alfred from the door in a gentle voice, and politely refused the other party's hot milk.

She turned to see Tim sitting beside her bed in his pajamas.

"...that's too impolite, Tibbo."

"What did you do?" Tim asked. "I saw my father follow you out. What did you say to him?"

"We had a heart-to-heart talk," Laura said.

Tim has I don't believe it written all over his face.

"I am unilateral."

Tim believed it: "What did you tell him?"

"Something I just want to say to my father substitute," Lola said, crawling onto the bed, kneeling down, and smoothing the hem of her skirt over her knees. "You just want to know what I said to him?"

"He's been in a bad mood these days. He's plunged the whole of Gotham into fear and anxiety, you know what I'm talking about." Tim frowned, with a serious tone, "I hope you don't provoke him casually."

"Who has the ability to stimulate Batman?" Laura shook her head, "Even if there is such a person, that person will not be me."

Tim knew Laura knew their secret, but she said it so bluntly that Tim still moved a little uncomfortably: "Shhh. Don't say it too loudly."

"He went to the Batcave and stood in front of a strange glass case," Lola said. "He didn't know what we were doing or what we were talking about. What's the story of that glass case?"

Laura noticed that Tim's expression suddenly became ugly.

"That's Jason's uniform," Tim said. "The one he wore when he died."

Laura fell silent.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Are you crying?"

"Shut up."

After a while, Laura said, "I thought you didn't like Jason."

"I don't like his temper and his personality, his rough and unplanned behavior patterns. His teacher is the world's best detective, but he only learned the skills of fighting." Tim said, "But he is really a A natural fighter...he was a good Robin too, Batman's best sidekick—maybe not as good as the first Robin, but he's not bad either."

"Gee," Lola said thoughtfully. "Dick is the favorite in your family. Funny. Jason must be having a hard time being Dick's successor."

Tim froze.

Laura glanced at him, and suddenly hugged him into her arms: "Do you want to sleep with my sister?"

"Don't." Tim is not used to this kind of emotional expression. He struggled, sounding embarrassed and embarrassed, and even his sadness was diluted a lot, "I'm not a child anymore."

"But I'm a child," Laura said.

"You are several years older than me!"

"I'm still a kid at heart," Lola replied, though she let go of Tim, ruffling his neatly combed black hair viciously, "Okay, okay, forget it if you don't want to. "

She bent down and pressed her cheek to Tim's, and she kissed Tim's face and forehead.

"Sweet dream." She whispered.

Tim deftly flipped out the window, and flipped the window back to his room.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the night sky of Gotham and the quiet and lonely garden under the lights.

She woke up early the next day, and Alfred prepared her a breakfast of juice, toast, bacon and fried eggs, and a vegetable salad.

Bruce was still sleeping, and Laura didn't wait for him to wake up to say goodbye to him—and she didn't know how to say goodbye to Bruce.

Until seeing Artemis, Laura seemed not very active.

But Artemis was in a much less active mood than Lola.

"This is my boy," Laura said. "He lives here temporarily. How should I put it... My relationship with him is complicated, so I won't talk about it."

Artemis sat in the bright sunshine with an ugly face: "What are you doing here, such a weak guy? Are you keeping pets? A cat is more suitable than him."

"You're right," Laura said, "but I just picked him up. There's no way around it."

Artemis began to wonder if she would tell Lex Luthor that Lola was just raising the boy as a cat when she reported back to Lex Luthor, would it reduce the possibility of the other party getting angry a little bit.

But she didn't really know how Lex would react to it.

"He..." Artemis said, she gave up talking after thinking for a while, but stood up directly, and kicked the boy who was also wearing sunglasses indoors neatly.

She didn't use all her strength, and the boy's reaction was fast enough. He just took a step back to perfectly avoid Artemis' whip leg, and then sat down firmly.

"Stop fighting with him, Al." Laura came over with the freshly brewed milk tea, gave a cup to Artemis, and gave another cup to her boy.

Then she found a place on the sofa and sat down comfortably.

"What new mission?" Laura asked, and Artemis said, "Tell me, you know I've been busy recently."

"A very simple task." Artemis said, "It's in New York."

"Related to the Avengers?"

"It's about the Avengers."

"I knew it." Laura shook her head, "Why do your missions always stand against superheroes? I just want to be a mercenary, Al, and I haven't planned to turn myself into a supervillain."

Although, she thought, it sounded pretty good too.

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