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After hearing this sentence, Bruce didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He lost his parents, but his parents loved him.

Once naive, he also thought that parents in this world always dote on their children.

After experiencing the great change in the alley, he seemed to be dragged from the beautiful paradise by the giant hand of the devil, and fell into darkness ever since.

He also gradually began to understand that there are too many misfortunes and injustices in this world.

What kind of person would have the heart to sell his child?

The more he understood the world of criminals, the more he felt that the world was hopeless.

And Gotham is a city that has long been dying of illness.

Wandering so far, he is still confused about the answer he wants to find in his heart.

"...I'm sorry." He replied in jerky Russian.

His Russian was only good enough for simple daily conversations, but it was barely enough for such a child.

Bruce originally thought that the girl would recall some bad memories, and felt guilty in his heart.

But something happened that he didn't expect.

"Why... apologize?" The girl's cloudy green eyes looked much clearer now.

Bruce was stunned, why he apologized was naturally because he poked her sore spot.

"Because, that is a very painful memory for you." Bruce said softly and slowly.

The girl became even more puzzled.

She was wearing Bruce's shabby big coat, and she was wearing the half-eaten bread in her arms, and there were even some bread crumbs on the corner of her mouth.

The messy hair was long in one place and short in the other, as if it had been cut badly, and the face was covered with dust, which was extremely dirty.

But many, many years later, Bruce still remembers the way the girl looked at him.

——Calm with half doubts.

she asked:

"What is...pain?"

At that moment, Bruce suddenly realized that there seemed to be something... not quite right about the girl.

*****

Grace bought a copy of today's morning paper. She read the headlines and took a sip of coffee.

"The mayor is suspected of taking the lead in human trafficking, and GCPD has launched an investigation"

Batman is really fast.

Grace thought so.

Last night, the explosion in the warehouse ushered in the GCPD, and neither she nor Deadpool could stay for long.

The kids and the teenage girl were left to Batman to arrange for later.

She also went to the hospital to investigate this morning, and there are indeed similar people who are being hospitalized.

Deadpool has left Gotham, and in his words, he will die if he breathes the turbid air of Gotham for a second.

And Deadpool stated that he will never accept commissions from Gotham City again.

After thinking about it, Grace finally decided to stay in Gotham for a while.

She wanted to see Bruce Wayne, to have an open and honest talk.

But, to be honest, she didn't know how to find him either.

Straight to Wayne Mansion?This may seem rude and embarrassing.

Grace was thinking like this while drinking coffee, and walked to the rented villa.

When Grace heard people discussing quietly, she looked up and saw the luxury car parked at the entrance of the villa.

Very good, she doesn't need to worry about this problem anymore.

She crushed the empty coffee cup, threw it into the trash can, and walked towards the eye-catching person.

The man leaned on the car, and when he saw her coming, he showed a charming smile.

Grace returned a smile to him without hesitation, which made the man a little surprised.

"Mr. Wayne, good morning." She walked up to him.

"Oh, good morning," Bruce said, "I'm a little flattered that Grace is suddenly so friendly today."

Ha ha.

Grace felt that if the man in front of him was acting, then his acting skills could really win an Oscar.

"I don't know what Mr. Wayne is looking for me for?" she asked politely.

"Reminiscing about the past."

Bruce answered quickly, and Grace was a little surprised by the answer.

"Last time you said you weren't reminiscing about the old days, I think you'll be free now."

What he said sounded well-founded, and Grace lowered her eyes and smiled.

So, she also began to play cards not according to the routine.

"Then would Mr. Wayne come in and sit down?" Grace asked with a smile.

Bruce was a little surprised, but he still raised his eyebrows and said, "It's better to obey than to be respectful."

The number of onlookers is also increasing, who told Bruce Wayne to be so famous in Gotham.

So, why don't you go in and sit down and have a good talk.

Grace opened the door and walked in. She heard Pudding meowing.

With the sound of pattering footsteps, Pudding rushed over.

Pudding, who wanted to act like a baby to Grace, stopped immediately after seeing the man behind her.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and walked over to pick Pudding up.

"Have you had enough for breakfast?" She asked in a low voice, scratching Pudding's chin as she spoke.

Pudding meowed comfortably, then leaned on Grace's shoulder and Bruce began to stare.

Bruce looked at Pudding's round green eyes and realized that they really did resemble Grace's eyes.

One person, one cat, you look at me, I look at you, it has been so deadlocked for a long time.

Grace didn't pay much attention to the fact that one person and one cat were looking at each other, but she just walked into the living room with the cat in her arms.

Pudding was still staring at Bruce, seemingly curious about him.

"Sit down, do you want something to drink?" Grace asked as she put the pudding on the ground.

"Let me tell you something first," she straightened up, "there's only ordinary coffee and water here."

The implication is that you, Master Wayne, don't ask for more.

"coffee……"

Before Bruce finished speaking, Pudding suddenly jumped over and jumped onto his thigh, grabbing his suit and refusing to let go.

Bruce was obviously a little stiff in place, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Pfft," Grace laughed, "Pudding rarely gets close to outsiders."

"Really." Bruce forced a smile, not knowing what to do with the pudding.

And Grace went to the kitchen to make coffee without any psychological burden.

There was only one person and one cat left in the living room.

Bruce looked at the pudding, which was black as coal balls, and the worry hidden in his eyes faded a little.

Pudding looked well-bred, his fur felt soft, his eyes were bright, and he was very close to Grace.

Grace was also very patient with it, looking at it with love in her eyes.

A person who is emotionally indifferent will not have that look.

This made Bruce somewhat relieved.

Grace has been developing in a good direction for so many years.

She should be doing just fine.

*****

Bruce sensed that there was something wrong with the girl.

She doesn't seem to be able to distinguish emotions, or, more accurately, she doesn't have the ability to recognize emotions.

It is not a painful thing for a girl to be sold by her father.

Just like she has no affection for her father.

Bruce began to feel that if the girl was allowed to continue to grow, she might become a dangerous person.

"Want to come with me?" His useless sense of justice flared up at such times.

Obviously even he himself can't protect himself, and he is not a normal person in the eyes of ordinary people.

The girl looked at him, a little confused.

Perhaps because Bruce was the first person in the girl's short life to show her kindness.

So, the girl nodded to him.

"Do you have a name?" Bruce asked.

"Name...?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him.

The young man felt that something was caught in his heart suddenly, she didn't even have a name.

But naming someone's name is too sacred a thing for Bruce to feel entitled to.

"The name... is what others call you," he explained slowly, "you can name yourself one."

"I... you can call me anything." He paused for a while, but still didn't say his name.

Bruce was a little scared that the girl would mind that he didn't have a name, but he did.

Even though, he has noticed the girl's problems in emotional cognition.

The girl is not very good at thinking about complicated things, she stared blankly into Bruce's eyes.

"Blue..." she said, pointing to herself again, "Green."

Bruce froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was talking about the color of his eyes.

"Then... let's do it first." He smiled lightly.

When she understands one day, it won't be too late to exchange names.

The girl started tugging at the huge, ill-fitting coat, and Bruce stopped her, not understanding what she was doing.

"Wear it, it's cold now," he said.

"You're cold too." The girl pulled the coat towards him, and the man also moved towards him.

Bruce stared at her blankly.

The girl was really weak, even if she drank some water and ate something now, it still couldn't change the fact that it was difficult for her to move.

After moving a few times like this, she lost her strength.

Bruce immediately sat beside her and stopped her thin shoulders, hoping to pass on some warmth.

Even now he is terribly frozen.

"...?"

Bruce suddenly realized that the girl had no voice. He looked down and found that the girl had closed her eyes.

He suddenly became nervous, and raised his hand to feel the girl's pulse.

Bruce sighed in relief and just fell asleep.

He was also a little sleepy, and running a few streets with the grocery store owner consumed a lot of his energy.

He leaned against the girl, huddled in the corner of the ruins, and slowly closed his eyes.

From this day on, the two began a long wandering life.

The author has something to say: Bruce: It feels like the suit was scratched by a cat

Pudding: Meow~ (Innocent)

Grace and Master are going to sit down and fight each other (x