[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

Wade didn't think about—

When he and Dick looked at the street, they were riding bicycles.At first he thought that the other party could drive, because Bloomhaven is a big city, you don't want to measure all the distances and appreciate all the scenery with your feet. It has scattered streets and dark hidden alleys, sweet and rancid places, A combination of the most beautiful and the dirtiest.

But Dick didn't do what Wade thought he would. He winked and said, "You don't really get to know her by taking the high road."

He meant Bluehaven.In the eyes of superheroes, the city they guard deserves to be treated like a precious person.For this city that exists under its own wings, you have to forget that it is a human creation made of cold steel and concrete, and regard it as a treasure with flesh and blood.

Only if you fall in love with her first, will Bruhaven show you everything about her, whether it’s dark or beautiful, the place where the sun has penetrated inch by inch, and the puddles under the trees that reflect the glitter of coins are all made up. Everything Dick Grayson loved so much, he never shared with others, but maybe Wade could.

Wade was dazed by the mystery in his smile. By the time he realized it, he had already put the keys of his car in his pocket and was sitting on the bicycle with the other party.

They picked one each, Dick looked ready, and the two cars were parked on the side of the road, waiting for their arrival.Wade didn't choose, he motioned to Dick first, but when he got into the remaining car, he found that the seat height was adjusted just right.Dick was so attentive to the little things that his thoughtfulness was barely noticeable.

"You lead the way?" Wade asked, his voice was blown away in the night wind, "Don't tell me, you're going to take me through the alley."

Dick leaned over the handlebars of his bicycle, with his legs slung down, enough to reach the ground, and he used his arms to push the bicycle back and forth on the spot, as if hesitating shyly.The clothes Dick was wearing tonight looked youthful, matched with his messy black hair, he looked like a big boy, and his whole person was a combination of lemon cake and peach juice.

"What do you think?" he laughed. "Anyway, if you want to be a policeman in Bloomhaven, you need to go to these places."

"Okay, it's up to you," Wade said, "If I get robbed, you're responsible."

"Don't worry." He winked at Wade, "Please trust Officer Grayson."

Dick straightened up, put his foot on the pedal, and sprinted out.Wade followed closely behind him.As soon as he accelerated, everything around him was blurred, and he could only feel the coolness on the face of the person blown by the wind, and the street lamp beside the road turned into a ball of warm white light, passing by his side, he could almost smell the aftermath of the rain in the air The peculiar smell of dampness.

Coming out of the dessert shop is a downhill road. They only need to pedal a few steps, and the rest is left to the natural gravity. They are pulled down by inertia and gallop all the way. Their bicycles pass by one after another with colorful lights and banners " HR” stores, one of which was a toy store singing, the type Wade likes.

He stopped the car involuntarily, with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal, looking at the shop window.

He stayed where he was, looking into the glass window alone.It was a Christmas tree for display, decorated with colorful light bulbs, emitting a hazy and distant light like a fairy tale world.There are gift boxes of different sizes under the tree, and a little teddy bear doll is lying among the gifts, smiling smirking at Wade outside the window, and Merry Christmas songs are playing in advance, the children’s voices are sweet and joyful, and there are people shopping in the store, but the glass The window only reflected his lonely figure.

He hasn't figured out how to spend this Christmas yet.The whole building is his home field. He will give the extrajudicial team a vacation, and then he may stay at home and play games alone. Anyway, let's talk about it when the time comes.He refused to think about being alone again.

He doesn't care.

Wade stared for a moment, took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and put them back on the handlebars, ready to catch up with Dick.

He thought that the other party had gone away, but when he looked up, he was surprised to find that Dick was parked not far away. The night wind blew his hair into a mess, and he was looking back at Wade.

Half hidden in the darkness, Wade couldn't see his expression clearly, but the colorful lights of the gift shop gradually swept across Dick's straight back, danced around, and landed on the nape of his neck. The blue light leaked into the soft eyes he was looking at Wade, and matched the blue eyes.Nightwing's domino mask is blue, and at this moment, the blue light spots seem to overlap with the mask that conceals the vigilante's identity in the darkness. Nightwing, Dick is watching him quietly.

Wade approached Dick on a bicycle, and Dick suddenly said, "I don't have many friends."

"You're kidding." How could that be.

"No," said Dick, "nothing to take home."

"You're hinting at me again," Wade said. "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Would you like to spend Christmas with me?" Dick smiled, and lightly pulled Wade's bicycle, "Please, have pity on me."

Wade was amused: "No."

"Really?"

"Let me think about it," Wade said.He guessed that Dick would go back to Gotham for Christmas, and he didn't want to disturb Dick's return home because of his own reasons.

Then this time he couldn't stabilize, because Dick suddenly pulled the handlebar of his bicycle again, it was heavier than last time, which made him unexpected, so he could only lose his center of gravity and lean towards the culprit, he was carrying the car, but Dick kept After catching him and hugging him, the bicycle fell to the ground, the front and rear tires were rolling rapidly.

"How's that for bonus points?" Dick said, looking down at him, "when you wrestle with 'yes' and 'no.'"

The two broken wires connected to the power supply suddenly rubbed against each other, sending out a kind of palpitating spark, and that was what happened the moment Dick and his eyes met.

Wade moved his eyes uncomfortably: "Do you know that you tore off the handlebar just now?"

"Now I know." Dick said obediently, "I'm sorry."

Wade got off of him, sighing and looking at the bike.His suspicious eyes lingered on the bicycle handlebar and Dick.

"you do this delibrately."

"No."

"You are."

Dick held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, I plead guilty, Officer Blake. I just want to show."

"Show what? Your prodigal and sabotage?"

"My sincerity and persistence." He said, "I will carry you."

Wade struggled with how to sit.He wanted to sit sideways, but it was too girly and weird.He finally decided to switch to another way of sitting, but his legs would be on the ground, and the soles of his shoes would be worn down during the ride.In the end it was Dick who made the decision for him, and he steadied the car, let Wade step into the back seat, and put his hands on his shoulders.

When they went downhill again, Wade was blown by the wind and couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly. He could only hold Dick's shoulder subconsciously, like a garden pole steering a rudder in a heavy rain.

"This is Heidelberger Strasse," he heard Dick's voice yell, and of course the wind muffled his voice almost to silence, and that was all he could do, "and then our patrol lines meet here—"

The road is very narrow, vehicles are not allowed to pass, there are only locomotives and bicycles like them on the road.It's still lively, with groups of three and four, and laughter blending into the air above.

"It's nice in here, isn't it?" Dick said, slowing down. "I like Bleuhaven, and I'm lucky to be here."

Wade was distracted by everything in front of him.He only had one visit to the night market. Strictly speaking, it didn't count, because he was chased by Hydra people for several streets before he had time.Everything here is completely different from his original world, a world mixed with evil and good.

Some people may notice the dark alleys of Heidelberg Avenue, but Dick pays more attention to these bright and beautiful places. She is worthy of love, even if she is covered with bruises everywhere without the light.If there is something most valuable about Ye Yi, it is that he is in the dark but looks bright. He has been hurt badly, but he never resists love. This is the key that distinguishes him from his family.

Dick is enthusiastic, optimistic and uncompromising, which is what he learned from the circus.

"You're right." Wade whispered, "But maybe, luckily, it's Bruhaven himself."

——There can be vigilantes like Nightwing guarding the city.He jumped lightly under the night, standing on a high place overlooking her, protecting her like a knight.

"Can't drive, how do we get here?" Wade asked.

"What did you say?" Dick couldn't hear him.

"I said, how do we get here—"

"Fool," cried Dick, laughing, "of course it's coming. We're going to get out and patrol."

Wade was speechless, so stupid by himself.

……

Eventually, the bike stopped somewhere around the corner.When Wade jumped down, he didn't see the ground clearly, and fell into a shallow puddle.He was completely taken by Dick to jump up, and when he landed, his feet jumped to the ground, and he managed to let his shoes tread water, splashing his trouser legs.He could only lower his head and roll up his trousers. Dick pushed his bicycle to the side of the road and locked it.

"What are you looking at?" Dick stood up and found that Wade was standing there, looking not far away. He followed his gaze and saw a boy who was packing the violin.He is not very old, his lips are almost white from the cold, his bones are bony, his cheeks are malnourished and dimpled, like every child from a poor family.Wade walked towards him and said something to him.He handed the money to the other party, who accepted it.

Wade walked back to Dick, who said suspiciously, "He doesn't look like someone who can accept charity from others."

Dick could see sensitive and stubborn familiar emotions in each other's eyes.This was the kind of dignified boy who wouldn't accept money from anyone who offered him out of sympathy.But Wade did.

"How did you help?" he asked.

"I just praised his music," Wade said, winking at him like Dick. "It's very simple, one thing for one thing."

Under the watchful eyes of the two, the boy took out the violin again and played joyful music.

"This song is for you," Wade said, "Thank you for bringing me to these today."

"Whoa," Dick said, laughing, "that sounds good."

Wade glanced at his watch, it was ten o'clock.

"See you tomorrow," he said.

Dick grabbed him and walked up to Wade in one step, blocking his way.

"Am I qualified?" He pretended to be pitiful.

"..." Wade was silent.

Dick watched him nervously.

After three seconds.

"—Of course, I am very happy to spend Christmas with you!" Wade laughed. "You have pity on me!"