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The girl still huddled in the corner, refusing to move.

She looked at Grace with fear and distrust in her eyes.

"Hey, Girl," Grace took a few steps inside, "I really don't want to hurt you, I'm here to save you."

Grace's tone was very soft, not the same as usual, but the girl seemed to dislike her at all, and just waved at her in resistance, as if she wanted to keep her away from her.

"I won't touch you, I'll wait for you outside, okay?"

Grace stepped out of the container and distanced herself from the girl.

This time the girl finally moved. She stood up and walked out slowly, looking at Grace with vigilance in her eyes.

Grace didn't speak anymore, but she moved as much as the girl moved, and kept a close distance from the girl.

She also didn't keep staring at the girl, because Grace knew it would bring her a lot of pressure.

The two walked out like this, and Grace saw that Deadpool had taken the children out of the warehouse.

At this time, an accident happened.

Grace just focused on the person in front for a while, and when she turned her head to look at the girl again, she had already picked up the gun on the ground.

It was the gun that Grace and Deadpool shot down during the fight with the bodyguard.

"That's dangerous, you...?!"

Grace was only halfway through her dissuading words, but the girl picked up the pistol/gun and pointed it at herself.

"No!"

She rushed forward two steps at a time, trying to snatch the pistol/gun from the girl's hand.

In a panic, the pistol/gun in the girl's hand went off.

'boom'--!

Before Grace could react, the oil barrel in the warehouse exploded in the next second.

Her conditioned reflex hugged the girl and lay down on the ground.

The heat wave rolled towards them, and the warehouse full of wooden products suddenly caught fire.

"Cough, cough cough... how are you?" Grace stood up and asked about the situation of the remaining girls.

The girl seemed dumbfounded by fright, she just stared at her blankly with tears rolling in her eyes.

Knowing that she would get no answer if she asked again, Grace immediately got up and pulled the girl up from the ground.

"Go!" She grabbed the girl's hand and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, something else explodes, and it's a chain reaction.

Grace was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion, but she did not forget to protect the girl.

Her hair rope fell off at some point, her black mid-length hair was messed up, and her face was covered with soot, she looked very embarrassed.

"Cough...cough..." The girl seemed to be choked by the thick smoke, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

She seemed to finally come to her senses, apologizing endlessly to Grace.

"Now is not the time to apologize...ahem..." Grace inhaled more smoke as soon as she spoke.

She covered her mouth with her sleeve, and motioned for the girl to lower her body.

After walking a few steps forward, suddenly a broken wooden box affected by the explosion rolled down from a height and was about to smash towards them.

Grace wanted to break the wooden box, but just raised her hand, but a black shadow flashed in the next second and knocked the wooden box into the air.

Batman suddenly appeared in front of the two, scaring the girl to shrink behind Grace.

With a simple respirator on his mouth, he walked towards the two of them.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Bat." Grace was still in the mood to joke at this time.

Batman seemed a little displeased with her lack of vigilance.

"Hold her," he said.

Grace took the girl into her arms, looked up at him, and signaled what to do next.

Batman didn't speak, just grabbed her waist and held her in his arms.

Grace forcibly resisted the urge to punch him.

He raised his eyes to look at the situation in the warehouse, raised his hand and launched a swinging rope towards a certain place, and began to shrink in the next second.

Grace felt like her feet were off the ground quickly, but she couldn't see under Batman's cape.

It was only about ten seconds, and she felt that she was outside, and she heard Deadpool's screams.

Then, the weightlessness disappeared, and she returned to the ground.

The smell of gunpowder smoke dissipated in the air, and Grace felt that she might be going crazy.

However, she did smell a very light men's perfume.

Citrus flavors with woody undertones.

Batman let her go. Although Grace was taken aback for a moment, she quickly took a few steps back with the girl in her arms.

Perhaps because she moved too eagerly, she accidentally bumped into his abdomen.

Although Batman didn't react at all, she still felt a little guilty in her heart.

... She shot this man only yesterday.

After the other party saved her, he hit the wound again as if on purpose.

In fact, she also felt that this was a bit unkind.

"...I'm sorry," Grace looked at him and said softly, "Thank you."

Batman nodded slightly at her, and Robin came back to him, looking that way with an unfriendly look.

Deadpool rushed to Grace's side and looked her up and down.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's okay."

Instead of joking back as usual, Grace looked at Batman.

To be honest, some unbelievable thoughts arose in her mind now.

It was enough to turn her perception of a certain person upside down during this time.

However, what she was now suspecting fit with what she knew about the man.

"Little bird?" Deadpool saw that Grace didn't answer, and poked her shoulder carefully.

"fine."

She withdrew her eyes and looked at the girl who had been shrinking by her side since just now.

"Are you okay?" Grace knelt down and looked at her.

The girl looked at her and nodded slowly, her eyes were still a little red, she didn't know whether she was scared or choked by the dense fog.

"I don't know why you did something like that," Grace cupped her hand, "I don't know what pain you've been through."

"But death is a thousand times more painful than you imagine."

"Don't commit suicide easily."

Hearing her words, the girl suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

She bit her lips tightly, but tears rushed out of her eyes.

The girl burst into tears suddenly, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her face was in a state of embarrassment.

Grace stood up, rubbed the top of her hair, and gently hugged her in her arms.

The children behind Deadpool looked at all this ignorantly, but couldn't help but also grabbed Deadpool's clothes.

Deadpool now feels like he is the head of a kindergarten.

Grace turned to Batman and Robin on the opposite side again, but they couldn't be allowed to wait forever.

"I know what you're going to ask," she said quietly. "We didn't take the black box."

"He disappeared in front of us."

When Robin heard this sentence, he wanted to question it even more, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Batman.

"What is disappearance?" This word is very strange, not to escape, but to disappear.

"Literally!" Deadpool added, "It disappeared all of a sudden, and I began to wonder if he had something to do with Nightcrawler."

Nightcrawler is a member of the X-Men with the ability to teleport.

"Superhuman?" Batman frowned.

Black Box hasn't shown any superpowers during his days in Gotham City.

"I'm looking for the person with the thorn pattern." Grace said bluntly.

"The black box is one of them, but it's a pity that I didn't get any information this time."

When she said this, there was anger in her tone.

Batman didn't answer directly after hearing what she said, as if he was considering the truth of what she said.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth," Grace continued, "I know you're investigating the mayor."

"Deadpool has a bugging device on him. My conversation with the mayor has been recorded and I can give it to you."

"The mayor keeps a ledger in a certain property, and you must have a way to find it."

Deadpool couldn't help but stare at her while listening to her talking. Did she just tell Batman all the information? ? ?

"... Please protect these children."

Grace looked down at the weeping girl who was holding the hem of her clothes, and then patted her head.

"They've suffered enough," she said softly.

"I will," Batman replied curtly.

He watched Grace's expression of anger tinged with sadness.

Batman's eyes sank behind the mask.

*****

The girl still huddled in the corner, resisting Bruce's approach.

Bruce had no choice but to put the lollipop on the ground and took a few steps back.

The two confronted each other like this for a few more minutes, and the girl finally moved.

She picked up the lollipop carefully and took a long time to remove the wrapping paper.

The girl took a sip of the candy, as if it was the first time she had eaten such a thing, her expression lit up all of a sudden.

She held the candy in both hands and licked it carefully, as if it was some kind of delicacy.

"Can I... sit here?" Bruce asked softly.

The girl's movements paused, and after a while, she nodded.

Bruce tore open the bag of bread and put it in front of her. He opened a bag himself and ate silently.

This is very cheap bread, not delicious, a little dry.

Bruce looked at the poured water that looked like it was about to freeze, and felt a little pity in his heart.

"Yes,... sorry." The girl's voice was still hoarse.

The girl was speaking Russian.

Luckily Bruce knew some Russian, and he reacted, realizing she was apologizing for the bottle of water.

"It's okay." He reassured.

The two stopped talking and just ate in silence.

After eating a piece of bread, Bruce's stomach finally calmed down.

The girl huddled opposite him, still eating the lollipop, and the bread hadn't moved.

"Eat some bread to cushion your stomach?" Bruce couldn't help reminding.

The girl looked at him, her reaction was a little slow, and she paused for a long time before pulling the bread into her hand.

She began to eat a small mouthful of bread, silently licking a lollipop.

Bruce looked at her weird way of eating and didn't stop her.

"Why are you there?" He knew he couldn't hear any good answers, but at least he could know how to help her next.

The girl looked up at him, as if she had no taboo about this matter.

"I ran away."

"...escape?"

"Daddy sold me out, so I ran away."

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