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It was cold that day.

It happened to be just a few days after February, and the streets were full of snow.

It is coldest when the snow melts than when it snows.

It's been two years since Bruce and Gotham's bum exchanged coats and boarded a cargo ship bound for China without hesitation.

He has learned some Chinese martial arts in the past two years, but it is not enough.

He is still weak, and when he returns to a city like Gotham, he still can't do anything.

Bruce hasn't had a shower in a while.

He has no money, and he can't even afford to rent the most common cheap hotel.

The lake water is too cold in winter, enough to freeze people to death.

His black hair was extremely messy, and his face was even more sallow because of the dirt. The coat on his body couldn't keep out the cold at all, and he shivered in the cold.

From morning to now, he only ate half of the unwanted steamed buns that others dropped on the ground, and a little water.

This is a life that the young master of the Wayne family in Gotham has never lived.

But it is also the life he wants to experience.

The boy tried his best to wrap his clothes tightly and walked on the snow.

Passers-by looked at him with pity or disgust, and no one would step forward to give him some help.

Some children even grabbed snowballs and threw them at him.

"It looks so strange!" He could barely understand the Chinese with a local accent.

Yes, he is a foreigner.From the perspective of young children here, it does look strange.

Bruce ignored the gazes these people gave him, and just kept walking forward.

He needs to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain today, and it looks like there will be heavy snowfall tonight.

Bruce walked into the alley, but heard something.

He turned his head vigilantly, but saw no one behind him.

Suddenly, something grabbed his trousers.

Bruce looked down, and there was... a child in the shadow of the large trash can? !

The child looked about seven or eight years old, and the hands that grabbed Bruce's trousers were as thin as bones.

Wearing thin clothes in such icy and snowy weather is much worse than Bruce.

The child's hand doesn't have much strength, and Bruce can break free with a light tug.

However, he did not do so.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, crouched down, and finally saw the child's face in the dim shadows.

His heartbeat seemed to pause.

This... should be a girl.

Bruce couldn't even determine the gender of the baby.

Because, she looks really bad.

There were bruises on her face, as if she had been beaten severely.

Because she hadn't eaten or drank for a long time, her mouth was chapped and pale, and her cheeks were sunken.

Bruce met her eyes, green and cloudy in them.

She didn't seem to be able to react to his movements, but her strong sense of survival made her grab Bruce's trousers.

Bruce closed his eyes.

He took off his overcoat - which made him shiver suddenly, wrapping the child's thin body.

Bruce's overcoat was an adult size, and it could actually wrap almost her whole body in it.

He poured some of his only half bottle of mineral water into his hand, moistened the child's lips, and then began to think of a way to feed her water.

"Open your mouth."

Bruce said it twice in English and broken Chinese.

The kid doesn't look like an Asian.

The child was unresponsive and was already weak.

Bruce had no choice but to carefully open her mouth and pour a little water into it.

She drank it!

Bruce was taken aback.

Bruce spends the next half hour trying to wake the kid up.

He found a ruin that barely sheltered him from the wind and rain.

Bruce laid the child flat in the corner, wrapped her in a coat, and put the mineral water beside her.

"I will return."

After he finished speaking, he didn't know if she would understand, so he turned and left the ruins.

Bruce thought he would be back soon, but he didn't expect that he was chased for four streets by the owner of the grocery store.

By the time we returned to the ruins, almost two hours had passed.

The child seemed to have woken up. She wrapped her coat tightly and curled up in a corner.

But the bottle of mineral water was knocked over on the ground.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill will."

Bruce saw the vigilance and confusion in the child's eyes, but no fear.

"I brought you some food." Bruce took out some bread from his clothes, "Oh yes, and sugar."

He believes that children should like to eat candy.

"look."

What was handed to the child was a fifty cents lollipop.

grape flavored.

*****

"You should contact if you're not sure, right?"

Alfred unceremoniously broke through his master's disguise of avoiding this matter.

Batman came back from his memory, he was a little helpless, but he didn't answer anything.

He picked up the documents from the corner of the table, got up and walked towards the shredder, and stuffed the documents into it.

Anyway, he also saved a copy in his computer, so these materials are no longer needed.

So what if Grace Louisa was a child of the year?

Should he confront her with the frivolity of a Gotham baby, or should he rush to her and tell her he's Batman?

This is an unsolved problem.

"Let it be," Batman said.

Alfred couldn't help sighing in his heart, it seemed that the problem of the mistress of Wayne's old house still couldn't be solved.

If Bruce knew what the old butler was thinking, he would definitely have a headache.

God knows, it was a child!

Although he was only 16 years old at that time, it still couldn't change that he was a child!

"Hey, Bruce." A teenage voice interrupted their conversation.

Without a doubt, it was his new Robin, Jason Todd.

The kid was brave enough to come and steal the Batmobile's tires.

Jason had just finished his training and had only become Robin a few months ago.Compared with the previous generation of Robin, this child is less cautious, more violent and impulsive, and prefers to choke with Bruce.

But it can't change the fact that he is a good Robin.

"What's wrong?" He shouldn't be in the Batcave at this time.

Jason walked in and replied, "I just went shopping in the street."

He was originally a vagrant on the street, his parents died, and he didn't go to school even though he was picked up by Bruce.

Usually when I have nothing to do, I am training, or I am going to the street.

"Some people say that a man wearing a strange red and black hood brought back a woman holding a black cat." Jason explained.

I've fought Deadpool twice recently, and Jason couldn't help but think of him when he mentioned the red and black hood.

"Will Deadpool call for help?" He really didn't like that man, he was crazy, and he spoke strangely.

The woman with the black cat...?

It can't be Catwoman.

*****

Deadpool stared at Pudding, Pudding stared at Deadpool.

After a few seconds of silence, Pudding, who had been shrinking into a coal ball, grabbed it with his claws.

"Wow wow wow!" Deadpool backed away quickly.

And Pudding had retreated into Grace's arms, victim-like.

Deadpool suddenly felt wronged: "Your cat is too fierce."

"Is there?" Grace stroked the cat a few times, and Pudding suddenly collapsed, "Look, Pudding is very good."

"No, no, no, it almost caught me?!" Deadpool pointed at himself... with a mask on his face.

The corner of Grace's mouth twitched, and she said, "Do you think pudding can hurt you if you wear a mask?"

Deadpool put his face in his hands and paused: "It doesn't seem to work."

He swore he saw the look of disgust from the person in front of him.

"Why did you bring this cat here?" Deadpool asked a little depressed.

He really didn't understand, could this cat be of any help to their actions?

Grace lifted the pudding up, smiled softly at it, and then replied: "The old man happened to be out on business, and the pudding was afraid of strangers, so I was the only one who took it first."

"First of all, I don't have cat food." Deadpool said.

The black-haired woman looked around at the low-rent house, and replied bluntly: "Don't worry, I won't let Pudding live with you either."

"Oh, sweetheart, you hurt me," Deadpool held his heart in pain, "I have all the equipment here, and it's easy to hide."

"Take back your acting skills," Grace said coolly, "Think about how to deal with Batman."

In fact, the purpose of the two of them is not very unified.

Grace wanted to find clues about the thorn pattern and the live broadcast from the gangster, while Deadpool simply needed the head.

Honestly, maybe Grace and Batman should be on one side.

After all, they couldn't let the gang boss die for a while.

Deadpool is not stupid, of course he understands this truth, he has to ensure that his allies do not turn against the black bat.

Although!He already knew that the dark bat was the hero of this article.

Damn.

You know, some readers think I'm cute!

Deadpool slandered in his heart.

"The employer didn't give me any deadline, just wanted that person called Black Box to disappear in Gotham."

Deadpool touched his chin and thought for a moment.

"How about we find a way to kidnap him?"

"I'll take his head when I find out about you, Little Niao Niao."

"Although, the premise is to bypass the bat."

Deadpool curled his lips, looking a little dissatisfied.

Grace took out a lollipop from the bag at some point and was slowly unwrapping it.

Deadpool looked at her with his chin in his hand, and couldn't help saying, "You really like eating lollipops as always, and you don't think about eating another kind of lollipop...Pfft!"

Grace pushed Deadpool, who was trying to play dirty, on the glass coffee table.

"Just one more word, and I'm considering working with Batman."

Grace warned as she stuffed the lollipop into her mouth—it tasted like grapes.

The author has something to say: the short story behind the text 2:

Grace likes to eat fruit-flavored lollipops.

If she wants to give someone a lollipop, she usually chooses a cola, soda or pudding flavor.

No one could compete with her for candy, but if someone with blue eyes asked for it, she would give it.

The first memory is here!

There will be many more memories to kill

The onlookers tricked the children with a lollipop (x

In the Nolan version of the movie, the master left home after graduating from college, and the setting in the text follows the comic book "Batman: Year One"

It is described in the comics that the master lost his parents at the age of 8, disappeared at the age of 14, and returned to Gotham at the age of 26