I really don't care

Oh, the damn straight ball boy!

Peter's words undoubtedly touched Moore greatly, but soon, Moore's expression calmed down again. After all, Peter must not be able to hide what's on his mind, and these are just his thoughts.

That is, simple friends.It's time to get used to it.Moore smiled slightly, and pointed to the big screen above Peter's head, "Did you hear that?"

Peter blinked, then looked up again, "I heard that."

"So you should know that Gotham is actually very dangerous, but if you don't enter Gotham, it is difficult for the outside to know these things." Moore explained, he looked at Peter's wide eyes, and issued an ultimatum, "You go back Come on, go back to New York."

Peter seemed hesitant to speak.

Moore, who had already walked two steps, looked back at the stunned silly boy, "So... why don't you go?" He stretched out his hand and gestured, "If you are talking about a bus, it's over there."

Peter opened his mouth again, and then he said, "Uh...Actually, the bus from Gotham to New York only runs twice a day, one time and one time, I'm going back, and it's also the bus at five o'clock in the evening .”

And now...it's just ten o'clock.

Moore was silent for a while, and was really worried about leaving him here alone.He looked at his watch and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, follow me first, and I'll collect the protection fee."

Peter asked in surprise, "Protection fee?"

Moore nodded, "Protection fee."

Peter started to ask again, with 'curiosity' written all over his face, "How do you know so much?"

Moore replied briskly, "I am a local." Maybe not all locals.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it. Seeing Peter's eyes sticking to the cigarettes in his fingers, he sneered, "Underage can't smoke."

Peter quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I just, I just think it's a little strange that you still smoke..."

Moore raised his eyebrows, with a lazy expression that Peter rarely saw on his face. Through the hazy smoke, he seemed to want to drown people in his eyes, "I always will."

It's just that he took a shower and changed clothes every time he went to Peter's house, so neither Peter nor Uncle Ben and Aunt May found out.

"Well, you're a good boy." Moore nodded without being surprised, and walked ahead first, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette.

He smoked in the front, while Peter doubted life in the back.

"Gotham actually doesn't welcome outsiders, and outsiders generally don't go to Gotham."

……

"In fact, the villains of Gotham would rather go to Batman's office and help Robin with his homework than get out of Gotham. They would rather stay in Arkham."

Hearing this, Peter finally couldn't help asking questions, "???" He hadn't spoken yet, but Moore could already imagine Peter's puzzled expression.

He turned his head to look at Peter, and sure enough he was very suspicious.Moore smiled undisguisedly, "I knew you would be like this... They just think Gotham is better, not that it's better in law and order, it's just weird, Gotham seems to have a magical power that makes people Can't escape."

Peter nodded half-understanding, "So that's how it is."

Peter watched Moore's back from behind. He is about 1.8 meters tall, with short black hair blowing in the wind in the smog. He is tall and tall, wearing a long windbreaker that makes him taller, wearing loose jeans and black Martin boots, and holding a cigarette in his hand. His fingers are even more slender and fair.

Moore is undoubtedly very attractive.

He is like a poppy, even though he doesn't actively say or do anything, he can attract others to him like moths to a flame.

Peter was afraid that Moore would turn over later, and Moore appeared in his life, just like an older brother. He didn't know what to say, but he cared about Moore.

But in his capacity, he really couldn't say any words of dissuasion.

So he had to stare at Moore's back.

With Moore's perception ability, of course he felt the gaze from behind, but the gaze was not malicious, so he simply pretended not to know and kept walking forward.

There are many deep alleys in Gotham. He turned a few corners, which made Peter a little confused. The alleys seemed to get narrower and narrower. Many stores were closed during the day, or they were open but through the glass doors, it could be seen that there were people inside. Long and short.

There were a lot of people watching them furtively. When Peter first came in, he almost couldn't hold back and jumped out. He looked down at his arm.

Peter's eyes flickered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he shut up and said nothing.

*

Peter followed Moore to collect protection fees from several companies. According to Moore, paying them once a month will not make them pay too much, just like land rent.

Peter knew something about the gang's way of survival. He nodded and didn't say much, but he could see his discomfort just by looking at his eyes.

Although he was explained in this way, Peter still looked at Moore worriedly.

Moore put the protection fee in the pocket of the windbreaker jacket, freed his hand and smiled: "This is the way of life in Gotham. As long as the protection fee is paid, as long as we don't lose it, no one will dare to make trouble."

Push open the store door and go out, the sun is not shining brightly outside, it is still cloudy.

The alley was still very quiet, they walked through the back door, and there were many trash cans and stray cats and dogs in the deep alley.

The corners of Peter's mouth moved, but he still didn't say anything.

But this time Moore, who walked beside him deliberately slowed down, found out. Moore stretched out a hand and snorted Peter's hair, "Don't worry, even if you take them away, after they are adopted, it's hard to say They won't be abandoned again, they are alive and well now, it's actually best not to disturb them."

Peter felt that Moore was right, but there was something strange that he couldn't explain.

Strange of course, it's a standard thing to hang high.

But Peter didn't realize it, he was still confused.

Along the way, Moore lit a second cigarette. He and Peter walked side by side. When they passed the corner, the feeling of peeping became less. Approach quickly.

For mature and beautiful girls, Peter was always defenseless, his face turned a light pink visible to the naked eye, Moore took the cigarette in another hand, stretched out his hand slightly to stop Peter back, and Come forward.

The blond girl gave a sweet smile to the approaching Moore, and she glanced at Peter, obviously thinking a little bit about Peter—it was estimated that she had some feelings for the young man.

Moore turned to the side, blocking her gaze, and smiled lowly, his tone seemed to be dissatisfied, "Hey, I'm right in front of you, are you sure you want to see the child with no hair yet?" He stretched out his hand Xu Xu hugged her waist and leaned closer, almost speaking in her ear.

Moore's eyes turned into crescent moons when he laughed, unable to hide the light inside, his frivolous and ambiguous words obviously satisfied the blonde in front of him more.

The blond woman took out her business card from the collar that was cut into a deep V on her chest. It smelled like a woman's perfume, which was a rose-flavored perfume.

She handed the business card to Moore, smiled affectionately, kissed Moore on the cheek, and gave him a wink, then stepped on her high-heeled shoes and passed by Moore, and incidentally threw a kiss at Peter. a wink.

Moore turned his head and said to Peter, "It's like this here, just get used to it." He saw that there was a trash can next to him, and he didn't even look at the business card given by the woman, and threw it directly into the trash can.

Peter stammered in the haze of smoke, "You have lipstick marks on your face."

Moore nodded, took out a tissue, and tried to wipe it off, but found that he couldn't wipe it off, so he gave an irritated 'tsk', and subconsciously glanced at Peter when he was annoyed.

After all, he blocked this peach blossom for Peter, and the blonde girl looked 'battle-tested' at first glance.

Although everyone is a pure child, at least Moore doesn't seem to be on the surface.

That's why Moore was able to successfully fool the blonde away.

I don't know if Peter knew something from Moore's eyes. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be wet wipes on his body, and he rummaged for a long time and found wet wipes in his backpack.

Moore successfully wiped it off this time, so he felt a little happier in his heart, and felt that he was not in vain helping Peter to block the peach blossoms.

*

Since the blond girl passed, there seemed to be fewer people watching them on the street.

Moore always seems to understand Peter's thoughts—in fact, everything Peter thinks is written on his face—silently explaining to him, "Is she good-looking? She is equivalent to the best-looking business in this area." The most, a little king."

That's why other people looked away when they saw her coming forward.

She was deflated, and other people knew better that they should not come forward.

Peter nodded in a sudden realization, and didn't say any more ignorant words.

After all, although Moore didn't investigate because he believed in Peter, Peter was already Spider-Man.

He could also figure out the meaning of Moore's behavior.

*

The act of collecting protection fees has come to an end, and Moore has received a text message from Aubrey, telling him that it is basically over, and there are only a few houses left.

Moore was well aware of his capricious behavior, he glanced at the text message, and went to the next one without saying anything.

Even though it was daytime, there were people who rarely appeared during the daytime.

They met Red Hood.

Because he was wearing a mask and looked like a criminal, Peter immediately pulled Moore's windbreaker jacket, letting Moore who didn't notice the red hood look.

As for the windbreaker feeling a little heavy in his hand, it may be his illusion, after all, no matter what kind of clothes he holds, he feels very light.

When Moore saw the red hood, he didn't confront Peter like he imagined, but just smiled slightly, nodded to each other, and then went about their business.

Peter: "???"

*

It wasn't the only time that Red Hood met Moore, but he only nodded when he knew Moore's identity, and didn't break the deal or anything.

Of course, it was because he had met Moore a long time ago.

The author has something to say:

New York Secrets:

Actually, Peter is already Spider-Man.

He heard more and blonde

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Red Hood: Oh, I wear a hood.

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