Chapter 23

Yuna recognized that it was Bruce Wayne as early as the moment the pair of leather shoes stopped next to her.

The empty mind turned unexpectedly fast.

She wanted to go forward, grab him by the collar and ask him, since he adopted Jason, why did he let him die at the hands of criminals?

Did his father fulfill his duty of protection? !

But she also clearly understood that it was not Bruce Wayne who was wrong. He is just a victim.

She shouldn't be angry with him.

He also felt very sad and sad about Jason's death, and could even be said to be guilty. Coming alone in the pouring rain is enough to prove that this is not a show for others to see.

They all suffer the same pain.

But she still made that gesture to him.

She asked him:

"Sir, have you seen my brother?"

"As soon as I came back, he disappeared."

Sure enough, she saw the man's body tremble slightly.

Even if her reason told her that it was not him who was at fault in this matter, she still couldn't help but want to ask him -

where did you hide my brother?

Wayne was silent for a long time before answering her: "He went to a very far away place."

"Will he come back?"

"Brother will definitely remember me, right?"

"..."

His throat moved and his jaw moved. He was tense, and his hands were clenched into fists.

His tone was pretending to be relaxed: "It depends on whether your brother is interested in coming down from the sky. - Child, what is your name?"

Yuna raised her head, her green contact lenses had long been taken off, and her pair of magnificent blue eyes His lustful eyes were exposed to others.

Wayne's breath hitched.

"Yuna."

"And my brother's name is Jason Todd."

***

As soon as Timothy came out of the Batcave, he saw a soaked girl sitting on his sofa.

——plus a blues that is also steamy.

He paused, and his rigorous logical thinking ability allowed him to walk over with a cup of coffee in his hand, and asked Bruce with his eyes: 'Is she...?' '

He looked at it carefully: '…Sister? '

As for whether this sister has a double meaning, and whether it also refers to "that person's" sister, it is unknown.

Bruce nodded.

Tim Drake immediately understood that this was his adopted sister, Bruce's daughter, and "his" sister.

Whether it was out of concern or curiosity, he should step forward and introduce himself at this moment.

But surprisingly he stood still and didn't move. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's more like a biological instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

He felt the depressive aura exuding from her body and frowned slightly.

This girl didn't make him feel very good.

But -

he sighed softly in his heart.

He disappeared when he was six years old and his whereabouts were unknown. Nine years later, he returned to Gotham and heard the news that his brother was dead. This would be unbearable for anyone.

And it was at this time—not long before she came back—that she died.

Tim endured the fatigue caused by continuous work and the heavy dark circles under his eyes. He walked up to the girl and said in a softer voice: "Hello. My name is Timothy Drake. You can Call me Tim."

After saying that, he remembered that the girl in front of him was... a mute.

She couldn't call him.

——This is equivalent to sticking a knife in someone else's wound.

Tim was a little annoyed. Sure enough, he had stayed up too many nights these past few days, which made him a little unconscious. He would make such a low-level mistake.

Hearing these words, the girl raised her eyes. There was no offended emotion in her blue eyes, which were as beautiful as her father's, but only a dead silence.

"It's okay...I'm glad to meet you."

She was very happy as she gestured with her hand, but she didn't show any expression that was anything like "happy".

The third generation Robin pursed his lips slightly.

The departure of the second generation has really hurt them too much and deeply.

"Well. I still have work to do." After all, this is Bruce's own daughter, and he does still have a pile of documents to read. "I'm leaving first."

Afu said gently but sternly. He goes to bed early.

Then, the old man turned his kind eyes to Yuna.

The results of the DNA comparison haven't come out yet, but in fact, even without a paternity test, just based on that appearance and those eyes, this matter is very likely to be true.

Batman will never allow anyone to use Jason's sister, her daughter, to carry out some conspiracy. He was so suspicious that he didn't even want to believe that such a ridiculous thing was true.

Jason had just died less than a hundred days ago.

The sister he missed so much returned to Gotham.

In addition, there are countless doubts that he has neither the intention nor the ability to explore now. These need to be confirmed one by one before we can finally make a conclusion whether she is harmless or comes with a trick.

Bruce only felt a deep tiredness.

Fatigue that penetrates deep into the bones.

If there really was no conspiracy, she was really Yuna... Unfortunately, Jason had already left before she came back.

Ah Fu himself felt that fate had tricked him, and he felt even more pity for this young lady who looked extremely distressed.

Because he met her at a special time and place, Bruce didn't even know what he should say or ask, so he could only remain silent.

Of course Ah Fu couldn't stand it, but he couldn't force him to say it - otherwise he might accidentally turn this into an interrogation - so he took the initiative to take on this difficult task.

He brought out the cookies: "Want to try them? Maybe I also made some waffles."

Bruce finally spoke up: "...Forget the waffles, Ah Fu."

Ah Fu smiled and used his expression to let him know He shut up first.

Now is the time for emotional communication between the gentle old housekeeper and the newly returned missing lady.

He got up and led Yuna to a room, and opened the door with the key. Yuna could tell at a glance that this was Jason's style.

After all these years, he still hasn't changed much.

His clothes and socks are always neat, and his books and tools are neatly arranged. You can tell at a glance that they are not placed casually.

This is a very life-like room.

After its owner left, no one forgot to clean it. At the same time, the original facilities in every part of the room have not been changed.

"The master often comes to visit, but he is reluctant to touch anything." Ah Fu said: "He seems to be calm, but his heart hurts more than anyone else. Jason's matter... has become an "unspeakable" thing. . "

What's more, no one has the heart to mention it.

Afu walked to the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table with the key, and took out the letter inside.

Jason deliberately left a message before leaving, saying that if Yuna returned to Wayne Manor, He took out the letter from his drawer and showed it to her.

Ah Fu handed it to her. The letter was stamped with wax in a ceremonial manner and had obviously not been opened.

"Master Jason left it for you, he Every year I write such a letter and put it in a drawer, saying that I will read it when I come back. "

Yuna held a few letters and lowered her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking.

Afu left her some space and wanted to leave and leave her alone, but the girl pulled her sleeve.

He turned around, Seeing the girl's expressionless expression hanging her head, her expression was covered by her hair, but her gestures were clearly visible.

She was silently asking him: "Brother, how did you die?"

Ah Fu didn't expect that she would come up and ask this question. He paused for a moment, and a sense of sadness and sting spread from the bottom of his heart, almost making him unable to maintain the tone of his voice: "...killed...by a gangster holding a gun and robbing him. We have killed him." Take it to court."

"Don't worry, he will deserve what he deserves."

The old man said these words dryly with some difficulty.

He didn't realize it himself, maybe subconsciously, he thought it was impossible to "deserve what he deserves".

The girl twitched the corners of her lips silently and imperceptibly.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Butler."

She didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't seem to have any desire to know who the gangster was, nor did she show any anger, hatred, or desire for revenge.

She just thanked her calmly, as if she was talking about something as trivial as the pot in the kitchen being blown up again.

Afu paused, looked at her deeply, then walked out and closed the door.

Yuna sat in the room for a long time.

Every inch here is filled with the same aura as Jason's.

She held the letters but did not open them. She arranged them carefully, stroked them one by one gently and carefully, and then locked them back in the depths of the cabinet.

After doing all this, she held her already trembling palms and managed to calm down her emotions.

——It was not Bruce Wayne who was wrong, let alone Batman.

It was her fault.

If she had not stayed in other worlds for as long as nine years, her body would not have fallen into a "sleep" state because her abilities continued to operate for too long without getting rest and replenishment, resulting in the dilemma of being temporarily unable to use her abilities to save her life.

If she could have linked the frequency of her abilities when she was a child to the dormant state of her abilities earlier, she would not have let herself leave for nine years.

If she could go see Jason immediately and not think about it so much, she could at least see him again.

If she had chosen to come back immediately after recovering from her injury, she could have stayed with Jason until he grew up, got married, had his own family, and lived a happy life.

Unfortunately, this will never happen again.

The protagonist of the story has been buried in a cold grave forever. Even if she cried until her voice became hoarse, he would still cruelly and decisively refuse to open his eyes and take one last look at her.

This is her punishment.

Countless midnight dreams in the future, her nightmare will have new content.