Chapter 25

The last trace of light under the dark clouds during the day has been extinguished, and darkness has begun to spread in this crime capital. The city finally revealed its true appearance.

In the room, the white-haired man was working on the documents at hand.

His hair is very long, but unexpectedly beautiful. His face with mixed-race features is mostly buried in silver hair, and only a pair of deep dark green eyes can be faintly exposed.

He was looking at something, but the next moment a gun suddenly appeared in his left hand, and he fired a gun backwards very quickly. There was no warning before this, and he didn't even move his eyelids.

"Bang."

He heard the sound and knew he had hit. He could easily distinguish the subtle differences between bullets entering flesh, as if by instinct.

The man closed the document in his hand and pulled the trigger again with his cold white hand.

There are many capable people and strangers in this world, and he has long been used to this situation.

So...which mouse came to die today?

Seeing that there were more and more documents, he had been feeling a little manic these days. Even though there was no sound of breathing anymore and his body did not send him a danger warning, he was always extremely cautious and fired a few more shots. , then stood up and looked coldly at the mouse that had the guts to break into his territory.

——He was ready, but he saw a small girl.

She has jet-black hair and eyes, and her hair hangs straight to the ground. Although it is as soft as oriental silk and satin, under the psychedelic light outside the building, it does not reflect any color, and it is like a black hole that makes people breathless. .

Even her eyes didn't have any highlights at all. The black and white and crystal clear that were originally seen on ordinary children, in her case, made people feel chilled all over.

The girl who looked only about five or six years old was lowering her head slightly, seemingly looking at the muzzle of the gun at her heart with some curiosity. The blood spurting out instantly dyed her entire chest red. However, as she watched, in just a blink of an eye - the blood stopped flowing out. There was only a black muzzle left there, and then it slowly merged and recovered.

Seeing this, the girl showed a man's familiar, cold, subtle and slightly sarcastic smile.

"You're fine, GIN."

***

After closing the door to the room where Jason once lived, thinking about this new little lady, Alfred went downstairs with some worry, and as expected, he saw Bruce still sitting there. On the sofa, not saying a word. The black hair covered his blue eyes and blocked all the emotions in his eyes.

"..." Seeing this scene and thinking of Master Jason, Ah Fu's heart became even more clogged and painful.

The results of the paternity test have come out, and Yuna is 100% the daughter of the Wayne family.

Bruce didn't look very good, but as a butler, he could only go over and say with concern, "Master, you should go back to your room and have a rest first. You have work to do in the evening." "

...No. I want to be there again. Stay here for a while." Bruce responded, with a hint of fatigue hidden in his words. However, before Ah Fu's serious words of ordering him to rest came out, he spoke again: "A Fu,... I am not a good father."

"You will be." Ah Fu made a move and comforted him: " The lady has gone home now, and we still have many years to make up for our mistakes."

"Some things cannot be made up for..." Bruce's blue rose-like eyes were dim: "You saw it too, She lost forever the ability to run and stand on her legs."

"She even lost her brother."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Afu knew that no one could persuade Bruce to do this.

How could he not feel Bruce's heartache?

When Master Jason was around, he would occasionally talk to them about his sister.

According to the boy's description, the girl has long, glossy black curly hair, and the color of her eyes is very similar to her father's. It is steel blue with a bit of coldness and sharpness, but she is always good at making it soft, like A blooming blue enchantress, illuminated by dark lights, is a beauty that people will never forget.

She has strong mobility, dexterity and agility, and is amazingly smart. Even though she couldn't speak since she was a child, she never complained about anything. Instead, she often showed him a cute smile like a little angel.

——But now, it's all ruined.

In just a few breaths, the man restrained himself from the fatigue and vulnerability that had been revealed just now due to Yuna's arrival. He had been suppressing it for too long.

Ah Fu actually wanted him to continue to vent his emotions. A normal person cannot suppress all the extremely sharp emotions in his heart, even if he is Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham.

If he continues like this, he will destroy himself sooner or later.

But in the blink of an eye, Bruce returned to his calm and rational appearance, as if he would not be moved by anything.

That was her daughter - her only daughter, the one she would protect for the rest of her life.

He had to do something.

Do more than before.

However, right now, there are more pressing problems waiting for him to solve.

Bruce frowned slightly, recalling everything Yuna had been like since he saw her. The world's best detective said slowly: "Yuna needs more delicate companionship."

... To put it mildly, observation.

Perhaps they all have some similar qualities. Bruce seemed to have accidentally touched the girl's core in the cemetery.

She has an extremely tough belief and will like steel. This kind of faith and will can support her through countless pains that can destroy her life, but once the pillar supporting its existence collapses, she will move to the other extreme direction at an incredible speed.

This is the obvious weakness of people like them, and it is also the weakness that is most easily used by people with evil intentions to make a fuss.

——He faintly sensed danger in her.

It was not the kind of danger that was malicious and would threaten his life, but like being entangled by a cold poisonous snake, invading from the ankles, entrenched in the heart and refusing to let go, making people feel cold all over the body involuntarily.

She wasn't supposed to bring - bring him this feeling.

But he could sense that Jason's death had made her...

a little crazy.

Sane and crazy.

That strong nervousness was suppressed by her in a seemingly weak shell, using poor disguise to whitewash the peace. She may not be aware of her own changes, but she still doesn't want to be treated as an alien. The survival instinct in her bones makes her try to suppress all her bad emotions that may be noticed by others, in order to pretend that she can be like other people. Almost the same.

Yet he could sense her vulnerability. The emotions she tried so hard to hide, her pale face, and her pretended-to-be-strong shell all showed her fragility.

Bruce didn't know how to deal with such a daughter.

He wanted to pamper his daughter like a normal father, spend more time with her, help her get through the shadow of childhood, get rid of the loss of voice caused by dual psychological and physical problems, and take her to see many dreamy, wonderful and wonderful movies. world.

But he can't.

As the daughter of the Wayne family, she even has to guard against all the sharp malice coming from around her.

This is unfortunate.

Bruce thought silently.

He rubbed his temples and stood up to go to the Batcave.

No matter what Yuna is like, what her character is, and what mistakes she may have made in the past, she is also his daughter. He will personally help her teach her, and will not let her stay away from her only family again for her so-called safety.

He couldn't guarantee her absolute happiness, but he was willing to do his best to do so.

He could not relax for a moment, nor could he relax.

"I think, sir," Afu interrupted his move to go to the Batcave, "you should go see her again."

Secretly, he even hoped that Yuna could keep Bruce and let him accompany his daughter. , take a break from the night's work.

Bruce paused, nodded, and went upstairs.

Ah Fu stood downstairs to encourage him with practical actions. Before he left, he put a glass of fresh milk into his hand, indicating that he could show his father's love.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce still took the milk and knocked on the door of his former second son's room.

The door opened quickly.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a wheelchair appeared in front of him, seemingly wanting to leave.

Seeing him, she was stunned for a moment, and then lowered her eyelashes in silence.

"...I will tidy up a bedroom for you tomorrow." An exquisite and beautiful princess room. Bruce said apologetically, and the soft apology in his blue eyes would not make anyone want to blame him: "Today I can only ask you to stay in the guest room first." If

Yuna was younger, she could sleep with him. But she is already fifteen or sixteen, so this is not appropriate.

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...But he can still give me a good night kiss.

The little girl started to sign: "It doesn't matter. I can tolerate any environment no matter how bad it is, let alone the guest room in Wayne Manor. Thank you..."

She paused for a moment, "...Father."

Bruce His heart beat heavily, but fortunately it returned to normal, which did not cause Superman to worry about whether he had encountered any danger.

He couldn't help but focus on the "father", but he didn't miss it. Yuna seemed a little slow since she opened the door.

It's like your mobile phone's Internet speed is not good, so everything is slightly delayed. This feeling cannot be explained clearly, nor is it very obvious, but you just feel that it is not as clear and smooth as before.

Yuna gave him this feeling now.

But this may be because she was hit too hard by the fact that a loved one she missed was dead as soon as she returned to her hometown.

Bruce didn't delve into this matter, and this strange feeling quickly faded away.

Then he remembered the milk in his hand: "Drink some milk. It will help you sleep at night."

"Thank you."

Yuna took the milk without any trace of rejection, as if without any vigilance, which made Bruce feel inexplicably complicated. A few points.

Should he be happy that his daughter is not guarding against him, or should he be worried about how to build her awareness of vigilance?

And... she was able to drink milk very naturally.

An outlier appears in the bat family who doesn't like milk.

"Father, please rest too. I will take care of myself." The little girl expressed empathetically: "It's getting late, and... I'm very tired today."

"Okay." Bruce lowered his eyebrows and said this. The little bird that had just returned to the nest said, "Go to rest early and have a good night."

He paused, leaned down, and touched her forehead lightly.

Goodnight kiss.

Yuna was really stunned this time.

She was dazed for a second, and felt a sudden pain in her chest.

"Spiritual Cage"'

s trembling breath calmed down for a moment.

She also touched Bruce's cheek: "Good night, father."

... Have sweet dreams.

***

Here she pretends to be a fragile and good girl, ready to lie harmlessly on the bed in a while, and has nothing to do with everything as soon as she closes her eyes.

But most of her spirit and consciousness were not focused on this body.

"She" looked at the silver-haired man in front of her who was pointing the Italian M92F at her, tilted her head, as if she didn't realize why Gin was treating her like this and softly called: "GIN?" She

held the gun steady. Excellent, unwavering.

"You are Dita."

Finally, the man narrowed his eyes and called out the name.

The codename of the next leader of the black organization, Dita.

She is the only one in this world who can call "gin" in such a leisurely, playful and familiar tone.

The appearance may change, but the feeling of familiarity is unmistakable.

Although the possibility of some special bugs causing trouble cannot be ruled out.

"Gin is so amazing! He recognized me right away!" The little girl's dull eyes lit up slightly, and it looked like the sad and sweet doll had gained a little life: "As expected - yes - Gin ——"

Gin frowned and put away the gun, but it could be seen that he still did not relax his vigilance and asked: "When did you come back?"

He paused: "You went to Wayne's house, you know Jay Sen. Todd is dead?"

Sure enough, the corners of the lips of the girl who originally looked weird but a little sweet suddenly dropped. Her extremely pale face and bright red lips made her look completely unreal, and she looked so terrifying. The momentum can almost make one's teeth chatter.

Gin looked at her unaffected.

Not only does his age seem to remain the same, but his appearance has also changed, and he has no heartbeat.

Not even a single shot will kill you.

Interesting, what tricks is Dita playing?

He thought coldly with a bit of ridicule, but heard the girl's hoarse voice.

She raised her head slightly, her black and white eyes met his, and she ran into a dark green ocean. As if she had found a safe haven, she felt aggrieved and helpless, and said blankly: "

Gin...my brother is gone. ."

Gin was stunned, and his heart was slightly shaken.

He looked at her with deep eyes, but the thoughts in his mind went back to a long, long time ago.

He has killed many people. When faced with the people he wants to kill, he is not even interested in remembering their names and looks. Nor is he someone who likes to remember insignificant past events.

But just now a picture from a long time ago appeared in his mind.

The little girl with black hair and blue eyes curled up beside the bed, surrounding herself with a thin quilt, as if she could gain a little sense of security in this way. She folded her arms around her knees without saying a word. When she saw him coming over silently, she slowly raised her head and gestured for confirmation, her hands trembling unnoticeably.

"Gin..."

"I killed someone."

As a top cadre, Gin quickly recovered his thoughts. At this time, he was still as cold as usual, but he also softened slightly. some.

Although the relief was so weak that he didn't notice it himself.

The little girl was still a little aggrieved: "Why don't you hug me? You would have comforted me when you took me with you."

Gin: "..."

After not seeing each other for several years, her brain was damaged?

Both of them were silent for a while, and then Dita rubbed her face dully: "Hmm."

Gin ignored her inexplicable words, but lit a cigarette and extinguished it silently: "Tsk, tell me, what's going on with you?"

"Have you ever treated the leader like this?" Dita said in a coquettish tone.

Gin sneered: "I've been doing this all by myself these past few years, and you want to get the leader without doing anything? That's a good idea."

He pressed the muzzle of the gun against her at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. On his forehead, a dangerous aura like a blade exploded in an instant, filling the entire top floor: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Dita laughed softly.

She was in the center of the storm, but was not affected at all. She raised her eyelids and asked firmly: "Can you do it?"

Gin pulled the trigger, but shot the wall behind her.

She smiled even happier: "Oh. I forgot, you gave me a shot when I first came here."

Gin calmly put away the gun again and looked into the girl's eyes: "Back to normal. ?"

"It's never been so normal." She bit out the words, but it made people shiver all over.

"You have done everything I gave you without fail. I'm very happy, Gin."

Her voice was light and cold, which easily reminded people of the kind of people in the East who would deliberately put themselves in danger in order to coax people to come out. The sharp voice tightened, creating a ghost that was as falsely calm as water.

"I will tell you slowly about me - after all, we are each other's most trustworthy partners." "

But, now..."

"I want to know more. "

The girl's eyes suddenly turned crimson silently, and the air in the room instantly became thick and sticky. It wrapped around everything that could be wrapped around it, and then slowly wrapped it tightly, as if a cold poisonous snake was devouring its prey.

Her long hair seemed to have turned a few shades darker, extinguishing all the blurry light outside the window, and delicate dark red lines faintly appeared on her body.

She was trying her best to be calm, but it made people even more frightened.

"How did Jason Todd die three months ago?"