Don't take my blame [comprehensive British and American]

A luxury sports car is parked on the side of the road, attracting a lot of attention.

"I'm home, thank you for taking me home, and your coat." The little girl took off her coat and handed it to the man. A gust of wind blew by, and she flinched subconsciously.

Bruce took the coat and draped it over his forearm.

"Thank you for saving me today. You have also been frightened a lot. Rest early."

With one hand in his pocket, he lowered his head to look at the little girl in the mermaid skirt, and raised one corner of his mouth, "If possible, can you give me your contact information?"

"You mean a cell phone? I don't have one."

Sienna has long known that people in the real world are used to using mobile phones to contact others, but she doesn't want to waste money on it, and there is no one to contact.

Bruce was a little surprised by the little girl's words. He thought for a while, bent down and took out a business card from the car and gave it to her.

"This is my contact information, you can find me at any time if you need anything."

Sienna held the business card in her hand, looked back and forth, and then sniffed it closer, and it still smelled good.

Watching the little girl go upstairs, watching her standing on the balcony hugging the chubby orange cat, waving at him and smiling brightly.

Bruce also smiled and raised his hand and waved twice.

Holding her chubby baby in her arms, Sienna watched Bruce drive off in his sports car.

"He's so pretty, isn't he? I like pretty people."

Hearing the little girl's words, the orange cat rolled its eyes, and a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes.

Seeing the orange cat's expression, Sienna put her hands through its paws and lifted it up.

"Oh, are you jealous? Don't worry, I still like you the most." The little girl smiled and approached the orange cat and kissed it on the nose.

"Meow~~"

On the other side, Bruce sat back in the car, and after driving a certain distance, he tapped the headset in his right ear.

"Ah Fu, check Sienna Clement for me, I'll be home right away, help me prepare some information."

"Okay, Master Bruce."

After the old housekeeper finished speaking, he hesitated again and again, and couldn't help asking: "Is this the lady who asked you to buy cat food last time?"

The black history was suddenly mentioned, and Bruce couldn't help but darken: "She should be the girl from Arkham."

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be her. This is really good news."

good news?Thinking of what happened today, Bruce felt a little uncertain.

After explaining to the old butler, Bruce turned around and called the Chief of the Gotham City Police Department.

"Gordon, it's me."

"Ah."

Gordon was interrogating the fake clown, and when he saw that it was Bruce's call, he went outside to answer it, and he knew what he wanted to ask.

"You want to ask that girl today?"

"Yes, you've seen her?" Bruce stopped Gordon from revealing Sienna's identity today in order to lower her vigilance.

"Do you remember those monsters from yesterday?" Gordon rubbed his aching side subconsciously, "The girl appeared after you killed those spiders, she asked us who killed those monsters, and then shouted ' Don't grab her blame' beat us all up and left, I have to say, that girl is really tricky, I can't see what her abilities are at all."

After speaking, I thought of the way the two of them looked very close today.

"How did she appear at your banquet? You knew each other before?"

Bruce paused. Could it be that she wanted to rob me, but was destroyed by a fake clown?

After omitting the unimportant part and explaining briefly, he hung up the phone and fell into deep thought.

There was something Gordon said just now that caught his attention.

Don't take my blame.

What does this sentence mean?

Although he doesn't play games, he is also clear about this term.

Why did she say those monsters were 'weird'?

And, why is it her fault?

The time from the appearance of the monsters to being killed was very short, how did she determine the location of these 'monsters' in such a short time.

Also, as Gordon said, her abilities are invisible, and she said that she is not a mutant, is it a lie or...?

The more he thought about it, the more doubtful Bruce felt about the little girl. He stepped on the accelerator hard, and the sports car sped along the streets of Gotham, leaving a puff of smoke wherever it went.

Running all the way home, the old butler in a tuxedo was already standing straight at the door when he opened the door.

"You're back, Master Bruce."

Bruce nodded at him, handing him the coat.

"Ah Fu, have you checked the information?"

"Of course." The old butler handed the document to Bruce.

He looked at the document with only one page and was a little surprised: "That's all?"

"I'm sorry, Master Bruce, that's all."

The less information, the more suspicious it is.

Bruce looked down carefully, but the information in his hand was only from her appearance in Gotham, and she didn't have any records about the community or medical treatment.

She is a black household, as if appearing out of thin air.

Of course, it could not be ruled out that she had erased her information, so he continued to read.

She hasn't done anything since she appeared in Gotham. She has saved her landlord and the father and son in the restaurant. The main daily actions are not only eating and buying cat food, but also...

Kill those monsters.

Seeing this, Bruce suddenly thought of something.

"Ah Fu, when did those monsters appear?"

"About two weeks ago, Master Bruce."

it is as expected!

Bruce's thin lips are tightly pursed, the timing of the appearance of the monster, the appearance of Arkham Prison and the appearance of the girl, these three timings are completely consistent.

In the studio, Bruce is wearing a tight black T-shirt that outlines his muscular body. He has a serious face, and his temperament and expression are different from Hua Hua outside. This is the real Bruce Wayne.

He called up all the surveillance footage of Gotham.

Through face recognition, all the surveillance videos of Sienna in the past two weeks were retrieved. As long as there is a surveillance location, there is nothing to hide her actions.

In this surveillance video, the little girl's face is no longer a mosaic, and her delicate face is exposed on the screen.

"What a pretty little lady."

The old butler's voice came from behind, Bruce didn't look back, his arms were propped on the console, his eyes were fixed on the screen.

"She's dangerous." Bruce's voice was low.

On the screen, the seemingly petite and harmless girl with a faint smile on her face killed monsters mercilessly with the energy balls in her hands.

Including the conflict between her and GCPD in the factory, I also watched it completely.

On the other screen, the girl was first taken away by someone on the road, and then brought to the human body auction house. The whole auction process was shown in front of Bruce and Afu. When Bruce saw the girl smiling and saying that she was very valuable, Bruce once again black face.

The old butler next to him couldn't help laughing.

But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

The girl was taken backstage, and she killed a staff member and took away the 150 million that bought her.

There was silence in the studio, and Bruce lowered his head, trying to take a deep breath to relieve the slightly heavy breathing caused by anger.

"She killed someone." It took him a long time to raise his head again, his voice became a little hoarse, "I thought she would guide her to the right track."

"But she killed someone."

The old butler took a step forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder: "I don't think so, this lady killing this man will prevent more girls from being victimized."

"But she didn't do it for this purpose!" Bruce slammed the console, "She just killed a person for the 150 million. If I hadn't arrived at that time, would she have killed Kroll? If What if you are not a bad person once?"

"She didn't kill Chief Gordon or any of the policemen, she didn't kill the person who told her about the son of Gotham, she didn't kill Miss Benson, and she didn't intend to kill you." Contrary to Bruce's excitement, the old butler's tone was very calm , "As you said, she is still young, she needs a correct guide."

The old butler's words calmed Bruce a little. He knew he shouldn't be so emotional, but he couldn't help it when he thought that the cute little girl had killed someone and might become a criminal in the future.

After a while, Bruce continued: "She has no moral code, all actions and decisions follow her heart, and she can do whatever she wants, which is dangerous, like..."

Bruce didn't want to say the last half of the sentence.

"Like a clown?" The old housekeeper couldn't understand the young master he had grown up with very well, as long as he had a look on his face, he could tell what he was thinking, "If this girl is like what you said, then she is different from a clown The clown knows where the bottom line of morality is, but he insists on breaking it, he wants to guide the primitive desires of human beings, just like forcing you, forcing Batman to kill people."

"So, in order to prevent this lady from becoming a clown, she needs to be guided." Speaking of this, the old butler smiled, "I see this lady's attitude towards Batman or Bruce Wayne. They are very different, perhaps, you can try."

try what?guide her?

Let Batman guide a little girl on the right track?

This is literally the best joke of the year.

"Ah Fu, which one do you think is the real her with her attitude and character when facing Batman and Bruce Wayne?"

"I think it should be more real with Bruce Wayne."

"why?"

"Isn't it easier to trust someone who sees a face than a stranger wearing a mask? And Batman only discovered her harmless side when they first met, but Bruce Wayne met her for the first time, But it showed part of it, doesn't that explain the problem?"

Listening to the old butler's words, Bruce crossed his arms and fell into deep thought while watching the surveillance video on the screen.

......

Sienna has no idea that she's gone, she's still obsessed with masturbation.

"Dong dong dong."

But the continuous knocking on the door made Sienna reluctantly leave the tender land of stroking cats.

Opening the door, a man in a suit and leather shoes was holding a box in both hands, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Sienna looked at him with her head tilted. She had never seen this person before.

"This is given to you by Mr. Wayne, please be sure to accept it."