[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

But catching Batman can't make things right away. What Lydia needs to worry about now is how to take a comatose Batman away.

You must know that she was only wearing pajamas and a nightgown, and her calf exposed to the outside was almost frozen by the cold wind, and the other party looked injured, so it would definitely not work to put it on the ground like this, what she wanted was not a dead bat.

Now she is standing at the back of the hotel, and the noise from the hotel has already reached here, Lydia clearly heard many guests arguing with the hotel angrily, the hotel staff said at the top of their voices that it must be within 10 minutes Come up with a solution within.

Lydia thought for a while, and before the supernatural power passed, she picked up Batman, who was lying unconscious against the wall, and moved into the depths of the darkness. He covered himself in it.

In this way, Batman is completely integrated into the darkness, and it is impossible to see it unless you look carefully. Lydia looked at it a few times worriedly, and trotted to the front door of the hotel to listen to the solution.

There are many people around the hotel entrance, most of them are not dressed much, after all, they escaped from the upstairs, and few people have time to dress neatly.

Lydia was dressed similarly to them, so she didn't attract much attention when she mixed in. The hotel staff standing in front were struggling to calm the emotions of these guests.

The hotel is actually very innocent, and they did not invite the bombing attack, but everything happened, and they had to find a way to solve it. After making a few phone calls to ask the leaders for instructions, the hotel's duty manager agreed to give them a refund. They arranged nearby hotels on a floor-by-floor basis to ensure that they could live in them immediately.

They also called a taxi to take the guests to the hotel, and said that they would deliver the luggage upstairs to the guests, and the hotel was willing to compensate for any lost items.

This aftermath can be regarded as very sincere, and it is still a few hours before dawn, so most people accepted this proposal.

Lydia's hotel is not too close here, but Batman's iconic armor is very inappropriate whether it is taking a taxi or going to the hotel to register.

When Lydia returned to the alley, Batman was still in a coma, and Lydia looked down at him, a little confused.

But her hesitation never lasted long, and within half a minute, she made a decision.

Lydia bent down and gently took off Batman's mask.

The face under the mask looked very familiar. As a journalist, even if he was not in charge of the financial sector, Lydia recognized him immediately.

Bruce Wayne.

What's going on with today's billionaires?Why do both of them like to save all mankind?

Lydia couldn't understand the pursuit of these rich people at all, but it didn't affect her actions. She took off Bruce's armor bit by bit, revealing his gray undershirt.

He was wounded in the abdomen, and the blood stained his shirt. Just looking at it made Lydia feel pain. Thinking of the money she had spent on him, she quickly speeded up her hands, and quickly removed the entire armor. down.

I don’t know who designed this armor. Basically every part can be disassembled. It’s not bulky when stacked together. She packed these things in a cloak and carried them on her back, and then used the money to bring a bottle from home. He poured some wine on him, brought another bathrobe over, and helped him into the taxi after confirming that there was no problem.

Given that Mr. Wayne is a well-known playboy in Gotham City, Lydia encountered no obstacles at all when he took him upstairs, who was suspected to be drunk.

When she arrived at the room, Lydia was covered in sweat, and her powers failed in the last ten meters. She was reluctant to buy any more, so she could only grit her teeth and carry this heavy billionaire inside.

She put Bruce on the bed, brought painkillers and bandages from home, treated his wounds briefly, stood by and looked at him, with her hips on her hips and wiped the sweat in a shapeless manner: "You wake up You must remember to repay me when you come here.”

Lydia didn't take care of any patients, but she also knew that such wounded people needed to stay with her overnight, so she took a quick bath and lay down next to him.

After spending most of the night in a hurry, Lydia slept soundly, and when she opened her eyes because she felt Bruce move next to her, it was dawn early.

Batman beside him turned his head to look at her, his face looked particularly handsome under the sunlight, and his lips, which were a little pale due to excessive blood loss, did not affect his charm.

The distance between the two was a bit close, and Lydia could even feel the heat of his breath, but she was not embarrassed at all, and she smiled generously: "Morning, Batman."

Bruce looked at her, and it took a while before he spoke: "You saved me?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows and sat up from the bed: "Yes, I am looking forward to your repayment for saving my life."

Bruce was silent for a while, Lydia put on his slippers, patted the camera on the bedside, and looked at him with the corner of his mouth upturned: "My request is not high, as long as you put on the armor and take dozens of photos of me."

"No," she raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and quickly changed her words, "—it takes a few hundred."

"Who are you?" Bruce asked.

Lydia knew that he was going to ask this question a long time ago. When she used the power in front of him last night, she had already prepared a draft, and now she said it without changing her expression, just like the real thing: "Actually, I'm a mutant."

"As you can see, my ability is physical enhancement." Lydia's green eyes were full of sincerity, and she even said it herself to believe it was true, "You don't have to worry about me taking your Tell me about your identity, after all, I also hide my identity."

Half-truth, half-false, this is the highest state of lying.

It’s true that Lydia has supernatural powers. She doesn’t discriminate against mutants, but she never considers herself a mutant. After all, she is completely ordinary when she doesn’t spend money, and her supernatural powers are not what she said. The thing about it, but she didn't feel guilty at all for misleading Bruce at the moment.

Bruce looked at her for a while, and didn't believe it or not. He sat up with his hands on the bed, and his movements were a little stiff. Lydia immediately frowned and put the pillow behind him, and said reproachfully, "I just dealt with it for you yesterday. What a wound, are you going to burst it now?"

Bruce didn't speak, tensed his muscles when she leaned over, but soon relaxed, Lydia also noticed it, took a step back in a measured way, picked up the phone and called for breakfast.

"That's how you came in last night, no one will find out that you are Batman, don't worry." She threw all Batman's equipment beside Bruce, "I'll take you away after dinner."

Bruce looked down at his armor, and finally said, "Why help me."

Lydia frowned, a little unhappy: "I remember saying it many times, Mr. Batman."

"I repeat very seriously, I am really your fan." She said sincerely, "The only wish is to be able to take some photos of you as a souvenir."