[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

In the living room of Wayne Manor, Marnie took the mobile phone from Bruce, hesitated for a moment while holding it in her hand, then got up silently, and walked to a small corner.

The four people on the sofa here—the two members of the Wayne family, Bruce and Alfred, and the two she brought, Wade and Peter Sleeping Beauty Parr all looked at her in unison.

The small figure nestled in the corner, quickly dialed a series of numbers, and then put the mobile phone by her ear, and not long after, she heard her trembling call.

"dad……"

Tony, who was far away in New York, sensed that something was wrong when he heard this title, and was suddenly annoyed and helpless: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Marnie continued to say tremblingly, "The little fan car exploded."

Tony: "..."

Wade whistled from behind, pushed Peter Parker's head aside on his shoulders, and he lay directly on the sofa with a suspicious smile on his lips, as if he was having some sweet dream.

Bruce Wayne smiled slightly, then took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and asked Alfred to lead the two over there to rest, while he sat on the side gently, intending to find out how Marnie got from Arkham came out.

But Wade is obviously not the kind of person who plays cards according to common sense. He picked up a soft paper towel, kneaded it into a small paper ball, and then formed an arc in his hand, hitting the right hand precisely. The back of Marnie's head, who honestly admitted her mistake.

Marnie turned around blankly.

Wade yelled: "Mr. Tuhao suggests that you quickly prepare a luxurious mental hospital for Lucky Cat!"

Marnie shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

"I'm not going to shut up," Wade shrugged, "Hurry up and see a doctor, Lucky Cat, otherwise it will be too late when you are diagnosed with cancer."

Marnie said she didn't want to talk to him, and rolled her eyes at him.

Bruce Wayne looked at the ball of tissues on the ground, and then at the way the scary-looking guy went upstairs with ease. Only then did he realize that it must not be easy for Marnie to break into Gotham alone. Needless to say, her own quality, then It must be her companion.

Marnie was still over there repeatedly promising that she would not blow up the car again, and promised not to blow up the second car, so Tony reluctantly agreed to send her a car.

"Then where are you?" Tony asked casually, "I have to let the helicopter transporting the car stop somewhere suitable."

Marnie replied honestly: "I'm in Wayne Manor, do you know Wayne Manor?"

Of course he knew.

Tony blinked his eyes: "Sure enough, how can you suffer yourself with your lucky physique."

Marnie touched her wrist subconsciously, thinking that she just didn't tell what she was suffering. She is really a sensible and well-behaved girl.

Over there Tony asked a few more words, then hurriedly hung up the phone, and the loud sound of party music could still be heard over there, compared to the fact that he must have been in Lieyan or on the way to Lieyan just now.

Well, he usually spends all his time in the lab, so it's rare for him to have sex now, I understand.Marnie thought silently, then hung up the phone, then turned around honestly and handed the phone to Bruce.

Bruce took a few steps towards her, took the phone, twirled it in his hand, and then asked gently, "Go and have a rest first, you look tired."

"It's actually okay," Marnie raised her head and smiled at him, then froze, realizing that her face must be dusty now, so she touched her nose annoyed and embarrassed, and said, "I'd better go to rest .”

Bruce laughed, and said, "Okay, I'll take you to the second floor."

Wayne Manor and Tony's home are not the same concept at all. Marnie thinks that someone in New York pays more attention to modernization and comfort, but Wayne Manor is not the same thing at all, and reveals the background instead.

Bruce walked in front of her, tall and slender, but thoughtfully noticed that her steps were relatively small, and deliberately slowed down to wait for her, even when going upstairs.

Marnie was distracted at this moment, blinking and thinking that the Bruce Wayne in front of her was not much older than her, at most eight or nine years old, but he looked much older than his real age.

Marnie thought that all rich people were like Tony, who was extravagant and confident, and walked with aura.But Bruce Wayne is clearly more restrained.

Perhaps the restrained and deep diamond bachelor is more popular with Gotham ladies?

Marnie was thinking about it, but she didn't notice that there were no stairs in front of her, so she raised her foot subconsciously, but when she landed, she missed it, and she leaned forward. Bruce turned around quickly, and gently supported her. Well, the perfect etiquette not only helped Marnie, but also didn't give people a feeling of being courteous or offended.

Marnie noticed this, and raised her head in surprise to look at the already quite tall man beside her.

Wayne thought he was being rude, so he quickly withdrew his hand, with apology and confusion on his face: "Sorry, what's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Marnie replied dryly, looking away, could she bluntly say to her old friend, "I think you have changed a lot, you are completely different, and it makes me feel very distant"?Of course not.

Of course, Wayne noticed that she was reluctant to speak, so he said considerately: "It's okay, you can tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I will do my best as a landlord."

After hearing what he said, it seemed that she had to give a reason, so Marnie talked to him in a messy manner: "Well, where is Rachel? Are you still in touch?"

In fact, she still wants to talk about others, but Rachel and Bruce have the best relationship, so it is more common to mention this topic, but she obviously wanted to diverge, because Bruce paused, and then smiled and said: "She and her boyfriend are engaged. , but her boyfriend seems to have a problem with me, so I haven't contacted her recently."

"Rachel is with someone else?" Marnie looked surprised, "I thought you would be together!"

Why did you say it... don't you know if you see through it or not...

Bruce felt that he had been stabbed, but he still had to maintain a polite smile: "When I was a child, I was a child, and when I grow up, there will always be various developments, just like you—"

"Yeah," interrupted Marnie murmured, "if that's the reason, then I can understand why Rachel isn't with you anymore."

Bruce: "???"

Marnie patted his shoulder with a sad expression, and there seemed to be indescribable emotion in her eyes: "You, come on."

Bruce: "???"

With all due respect, although he is not the most perfect man in the world, he is not likely to be looked at with such eyes, as if there is something wrong with him.

But he refrained from speaking, because he remembered that people said to Marnie a long time ago that she was very mean.

So he smiled gently: "Yes, we all change, but you seem to be the same as before."

Marnie shook her head: "That's not true. In fact, my IQ and EQ, as well as my height, have improved."

You mean emotional intelligence?

Ha ha,

nonexistent.

Bruce didn't say much, and wisely chose to shut up and lead her forward, but Marnie seemed to have opened up the chatterbox, and was still communicating with him about the so-called growth topic.

"I've been traveling around New York these years," Marnie said lowly. "My first adoptive parents passed away after they got rich. They fought for so long, but they just let go and left me a legacy. Heap property."

Why does it sound like a schadenfreude?

Marnie continued: "But I didn't miss those properties. I donated them all, and I was living in the bar. During those days, I almost saw through the red dust and the coldness of the world."

—No, no, you bought a bar that plays every night.

Although Marnie's conscience condemned her like this, she was not moved by it at all, and continued: "Later, I was adopted by a famous playboy in New York, the one I just called-he is a man who is obsessed with work. With experimentation and beauty, there is no way to give me family affection."

Tony, who was far away in New York, sneezed hard.

Then, as if it wasn't enough, another one came hard.

Obviously someone was scolding him.

Marnie, who was in Wayne Manor, turned her head to Bruce Wayne sincerely and enthusiastically at this moment: "Therefore, there are always pains of one kind or another on the way of growing up. We can only stay true to our original intention and forge ahead."

Bruce: "..." Sudden chicken soup.

He kept smiling and chose not to respond to this topic: "Go to sleep, we'll talk about something tomorrow, hehe."

He felt that it was very likely that Marnie had lost her mind because she had been living outside for many years. It seemed that the mental hospital mentioned by her companion just now had some truth.Tsk, mentioning the mental hospital, how did he just forget to ask her about Arkham.

Bruce paused, subconsciously turned his head to say something, but saw Marnie purse her mouth in grievance, kicked the soft carpet, and then turned around slowly.

Well, his attitude just now may, may, probably hurt her?

... Well, let's talk about it tomorrow.Anyway, what she said just now hurt him, everyone hurt each other to show respect, so let's just pretend nothing happened.

Bruce didn't take this little matter to heart. After all, Marnie didn't look much different from the little child before, and she was still a little princess who needed care and concern from others.

But at the moment when the door was closing, and unconsciously looking at the back of the slender figure leaving in the corridor through the crack of the door, Marnie felt that Bruce Wayne must have suffered from mental illness.

Just imagine, the young Bruce's parents died, and he couldn't control the situation at all when his family had a big business. I must be very aggrieved.

Money is nothing, money can't save the emptiness in his heart.

Marnie made up a series of thoughts like this, and immediately felt that she had found a bosom friend and the same kind, but they were all good at protecting themselves and refused to reveal the real troubles in their hearts.

Ah, the sad world that hurts the rich so much.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking how rich I am..."

Marnie murmured unconsciously, and then suddenly realized that there was someone behind her, and immediately turned around, only to see Wade who was sitting on the sofa rolling his eyes speechlessly.

"Okay, okay, you are the richest." Wade choked back full of relationships, and now he just wanted to complain, "Is it so great to be rich? If you are rich, you will still be locked up in a mental hospital. Everyone is equal in this respect." , You see, although you are rich, you are mentally handicapped."

"You are retarded!"

"Really," Wade suggested sincerely, "I just googled it for you. If you often hear money talking to you, you are mostly crazy, and people who suffer from this disease are often either poor or rich. You see Look at you, it fits perfectly."

Marnie looked at him indifferently: "Whoever allowed you to come in, let me out."

"I'm caring about you on behalf of Peter," Wade teased her casually, "Do you feel a strong sense of fellowship?"

"No, next one, get out." Marnie said with a blank expression, "Okay, I'm done worrying, you can leave!"

"No," Wade quickly refuted her, "I just cared for Peter, and then Wade Wilson wants to express his concern for Miss Lucky Cat."

Marnie expressed that she didn't want to hear it, so she simply went over and pulled him out of the sofa, intending to send him out in person, but Wade didn't resist much, stood up with her strength, and walked out of the room with a half-push and a half-push. When pushing him collapsed, he gently stretched out a finger and scratched the tip of her nose.

Marnie was taken aback for a moment, at this moment Wade had already walked out of the room with half of his body.

Wade said with a smile, "Your face is dirty."

Marnie coughed embarrassingly: "Okay, I see, I will clean up, you go back and rest first."

After speaking, with a light force, he was pushed out.

Wade stood outside the door and looked at her. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a "good night" from behind as thin as a mosquito, followed by a slamming door, and the door behind it was completely closed.

On a stimulating night, her physical exhaustion was greater than her mental exhaustion. Before she had time to think about life after taking a bath, she fell into a dream immediately after lying on the soft bed.

But at this moment, Wade in the other room opened his eyes in the quiet room, flashing the events of the day in his mind, and felt that he was too reckless, why didn't he go all the way to a ghostly place like Gotham, even though he was a Play supremacist, but it doesn't mean he likes to travel long distances.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't expect a result, so he just closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it, and prepared to sleep well.

Wayne Manor seemed to be slowly falling into a deep sleep like this, and everyone was quietly enjoying the silence at this moment, until at a certain moment, someone's eyes slowly opened...

In the night, he is more agile and threatening than all creatures that live in darkness——

Peter sat up suddenly, with a blank face: "Where is this? Who am I? What am I doing? What's the situation?"