Chapter 62

Before she met Jason, she was only 3 or 4 years old, right?

...How could such a young child endure the pain of falling to the ground again and again and go rummaging through the basement for abandoned food that might be moldy or spoiled?

Dick suddenly understood Bruce's guilt and self-blame better.

Una Wayne didn't deserve this.

People like them, as vigilantes fighting criminals, are often injured or almost lose their lives. It is their choice without any complaints. But these pains are completely unreasonable disasters that a child should not experience.

Dick felt his throat was a little dry and hoarse. He opened his mouth but did not speak, so he remained silent. Then he raised his eyes, only to find that Yuna had stopped smiling.

The girl looked at him calmly. The texture of her eyes was very similar to Batman's at the moment. They were steel blue full of reason, giving Dick the illusion that she was evaluating him.

She sighed softly.

"Brother, don't worry about me. I'm not as fragile as you think."

She could tell at a glance that there must be a huge problem with the substance Clark was carrying. It is reasonable to speculate that the one that Superman carries with him and leaves the Bat in this condition does not belong to the earth, but may have been picked up by Superman when he was patrolling the universe.

Maybe she can't be considered human.

The Bat Family must have come to a similar conclusion to her.

But...

"Why do you think I can't accept it?" The girl tilted her head slightly in confusion, looked at Dick in confusion, and continued to convey her thoughts: "I grabbed food with wild cats and dogs, and curled up after sleeping. I barely got into the soaked cardboard box, faced the bloody ax of a murderer, and experienced the despair of dying."

She looked at him seriously: "I am not fragile, nor am I a doll."

So, please don't take it. Treat me like this.

——She also expressed this attitude when she met the Avengers.

Yuna lived at the bottom of Gotham.

Even if the Wayne family provided them with fine clothing, food, housing, and meticulous care these past few days, it could not change this fact.

It's just that they have an illusion that Yuna is a pitiful little girl. She has no family and has survived alone for so many years. She needs compensation and companionship, and needs the care and attention of her family.

But they ignored that a child who grew up at the bottom of Gotham, no matter how weak she looked on the outside, would never be a delicate little white flower.

Dick finally understood what Yuna meant when she talked about her experience of looking for food in the basement.

She wanted to tell him not to worry about her, nor to worry or feel sad about her.

Because to her, the things they worried about were trivial matters compared to her previous life.

Will it threaten her life? Won't. Will it threaten her survival? Won't.

Will her family stop loving her because of this?

Dick thought: No.

So, what is there to fear and avoid?

The pillar of her faith has been resurrected and returned, and the person who could have caused her desire to die is now alive and well. Moreover, after experiencing the huge change in mentality before, nothing else could weigh her down.

Dick couldn't help but laugh.

He suppressed the growing feeling of suffocation and tried his best to show his most cheerful and sunny smile.

"That's right. It's just a trivial matter."

Yuna's brows calmed down again.

She raised the corners of her lips, and because of the cover-up of reason and the downregulation of her emotions, her eyes returned to soft rose blue, appearing soft and harmless.

...So, the root of all evil is the temperament Yuna involuntarily displays.

Although his anxious state of mind was indeed much better, Dick could not forget Yuna's words.

...

Have you ever faced the blood-stained ax of a murderer?

Dick knew that Yuna did not hide away.

——The huge and horrific scar on her neck, which was suspected of being struck by an axe, is the strongest evidence.

How old was she at that time?

Because he felt that Yuna didn't really want others to think about these contents, Dick temporarily continued his thoughts and turned his attention to the direction where the footsteps came from.

It's Superman back.

He was dressed like a reporter, but his expression was a little off.

His acting skills are indeed not as perfect as Tim's.

Dick sighed in his heart.

Clark, who wanted to come down to accompany Yuna, came to the living room and realized that there was actually nothing to accompany him - his current identity was Clark Kent, not the Superman in the red cape who saved Yuna's life.

In other words, from Yuna's perspective, she and the reporter are not familiar at all.

Clark couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What a pity that a good interview ended like this.

"Mr. Kent."

Seeing him coming back, the girl greeted him naturally.

"Have the results come out? How are they?"

The reporter shook his head: "The data results for that piece of matter haven't come out yet, but you are indeed Bruce's biological daughter."

Superman seriously helped his old father improve his favor: "And No matter what, B...Mr. Wayne will always love you very much."

The little girl seemed to be distracted when she heard this sentence: "...if you have made many, many mistakes, and you still don't regret it, and you insist on going your own way."

She said When gesticulating the last few sentences in sign language, he seemed to give up a little tiredly ->>,

so that Superman could only see clearly the previous sentence "has made many, many mistakes".

He smiled reassuringly and said, "Who hasn't made mistakes? Even Superman has made mistakes."

Yuna smiled, wondering if she heard this.

Dick felt something was wrong.

Nana's behavior clearly indicates that she knows a lot of things but doesn't tell them.

Not only about her own secrets, but also about the black organization. She may not be an innocent person without knowing it.

"Dick," Tim's voice came from the inside line, sounding very calm, "The results are out, it is indeed matter in the universe and not from the earth. It has strong radiation and is not harmful to the human body. The preliminary inference is that What attracts Nana. Her genes were previously shown to be human, but we reanalyzed them carefully——" "

Now, her genetic sequence is not the same as that of normal humans."

Dick's mind went blank for a moment, and the only thing he could think of was "Sure enough," Thoughts flashed through.

Tim continued, "Bruce is trying to analyze what she is...an alien."

He paused, replaced the "species" with "alien", and said in a calm voice: "The previous test result was that her body automatically disguised itself, similar to the passive process of integrating into our human environment. After the radiation, the program may have mistakenly thought that it was out of the environment that required camouflage, and then the clues were revealed."

"It may be a man-made product." Tim concluded.

Dick glanced at the little girl. She was chatting with reporters. Clark has a wide range of knowledge and is good at listening when chatting with others. He is a good communication partner.

They seem to be talking about Superman now.

"Of course I like Superman." The little girl said matter-of-factly: "He saved my life. Mr. Superman is so handsome." The tips of Clark's ears were slightly

red and he smiled: "Well... I'm very happy, no, because I also... like Superman, so we like the same superhero."

Dick: "..."

Dick silently fixed his gaze on Clark.

"But," Yuna said with a change of attitude, "if Mr. Superman can..." She seemed to have a troubled expression and said politely: "I heard that most of the Justice League's battle losses were paid by Batman."

Clark's smile disappeared, Suddenly feeling guilty: "..."

Yuna continued to insert the knife: "I also heard that if Superman has any objections to Batman's arrangements during the alliance meeting, Batman will just slap the bill on his face and he will shut up."

Clark: "..."

Dick: "Pfft hahaha!"

There is actually a lot of news like this among the people, but the nature is completely different when someone takes it out and reads it out in front of the person involved.

Yuna couldn't help but laugh. She seemed satisfied with the break of the dull atmosphere, but she didn't want to be saddened by the clairvoyant god in Metropolis. She concluded:

"Actually, as long as Superman causes less trouble for Batman, I will I believe Batman and Superman will have a better relationship. They are the best partners in the world. And I think Mr. Superman is very cute in this joke."

Dick's smile disappeared.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know why his mood changed so much today: "Well, I think Superman will pay attention to this. He will definitely be more careful in the future."

Yuna pursed her lips and smiled, Sign language is no longer used to communicate.

When she just mentioned "partner", she suddenly thought of Gin. The days in the black organization were not really good memories, and the third game was also a waste of brains.

She felt that she had relied solely on willpower to hold on. After all, being able to control three people to do different things and say different things at the same time was no less difficult than surviving the siege of the Justice League and the Avengers without getting hurt.

If she hadn't been deliberately trained in the world of Avengers, she would probably be in more pain.

The reason why she was able to perform again just now was entirely because the material carried by Superman had emitted radiation or something, which made her feel... that she had been somewhat changed.

No, it's not a change, but something that originally belonged to her began to show its edge.

Yuna could feel that Batman still found clues in his almost terrifying observation. She had nothing to do about this situation before and could only use her brain to cover it up, but now...

she needs to have that substance.

New, undocumented substances for her use.

Maybe it's time to take a trip into the universe.

She and that substance are attracted to each other, so it doesn't matter if there are no coordinates.

Dick knew that she was a little tired, so he said to Clark: "Mr. Kent, I'm sorry, today's interview time has come." Clark nodded: "

Okay."

He packed up his things and left, and after a while, he was wearing another costume on the bat. Enter the Batcave with Xia Xia's permission.

The Dark Knight, dressed in pitch black, sat silently in front of the monitor, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

Superman had become accustomed to Batman's low air pressure. He took a few steps forward and heard Batman's processed voice that was particularly cold and hoarse.

"Tell me the coordinates of the piece of material you picked up."

He turned around and stood up.

"I want to go to the universe myself."