[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

After this weird conversation ended, Harley still watched Catwoman disappear into the corner of the roof.

She can't do anything to catch Catwoman anyway, not only because there are criminals in Gotham who are much more dangerous than her, and Catwoman is actually doing good things recently; it's also because of the look on her face when she mentioned Uncle Bruce— — that repressed sadness and nostalgia...

Under the hint of Catwoman, Harley understands that Tim's brother and Damian should not be in danger, and now she is eager to go home.

If Grandpa Afu and Sister Barbara, who have returned to the mansion, find that they are not there, they will be extremely worried when they call out the surveillance and see her running out like this, and they may be forced to go back to the turbulent street to look for her.

This home couldn't take another blow tonight.

Harry found a puddle on the side of the road, and under the dim light of the street lamp, he adjusted his appearance in front of his own reflection.She took out the alcohol cotton in the universal belt, and wiped the dust and small abrasions on her face.

Make sure you don't look so miserable.

She raised her arm and sniffed her sleeves—the smell of gunpowder would definitely not go away in a short time.

Use the grapple gun to quickly fly to the outskirts of Gotham, and there are no buildings on the road leading to the mansion for her to fix the grapple gun. Without transportation, she can only run back - she can move with irony magic Objects, just can't move themselves; "Apparition" is only learned in sixth grade, and she doesn't have a wand now.

The non-staff pseudo-Robin Halle who has not officially taken office at this time, of course, does not know that there are Batman's safe houses scattered in various cities of Gotham. In addition to the necessary medical and life-support facilities, there are also various means of transportation.

Fortunately, after several years of training, Harley's physical fitness has already surpassed her peers by a large margin, and this journey is nothing to her.

The closer she gets to the mansion, the more pressing problem bothers her—the uniform on her body, the motorcycle blown up by fire/arrow/bomb...how can she explain it to Grandpa Ah Fu?

After reaching the outside of the mansion, Harley didn't dare to enter through the main entrance—in case someone saw her in Robin's uniform, the suspicion that Uncle Bruce was Batman would be even greater.

She used irony magic to elevate herself in a hidden wall corner of the mansion, just like the method she and Queenie used when they turned out of the mansion when they were 8 years old. After falling into the wall, she trotted towards the closed gate of the mansion.

The mansion was unlocked, and Harry opened it with a push—this is bad news, indicating that Grandpa Afu has returned and knows that she ran out. This is the door reserved for her...

The creaking sound, which she had never noticed before, was set off very clearly by the quiet mansion at this moment, and it was almost the only source of sound inside and outside the entire building.

The dark corridor stretched before Harry's eyes, without lighting, was like a black hole that would swallow people up.Only the main hall seemed to be dimly lit, casting a dim shadow in the depths of the corridor.Harry unconsciously stepped lightly and held his breath.

By the way, Harry pulled out the stick on his back - he couldn't relax his vigilance anyway, who knows if someone would follow the direction of Grandpa Alfred's retreat to the mansion?

The row of portraits of successive members of the Wayne family hanging in the corridor could not whisper to her like the magical portraits on the walls of Ilvermorny, telling her the current situation of her family at this moment—nor could they preserve a picture that would still work. A portrait of Uncle Bruce talking to them.

This is probably the only point she now thinks that the magic world is better than the world of ordinary people.

In the dark corridor, walking towards the lighted main hall... This scene seems familiar.Three years ago, she came to Gotham in the middle of the night, walked into the Wayne House, and since then reversed the direction of her life—for the better, of course, to a degree she could never have imagined.

And now?Harry felt a little bitter, and his nose was sour.Everything is different.

Damian and Tim who may be seriously injured, Jason whose whereabouts are unknown, Dick who is gloomy, and Grandpa Alfred who is too busy to talk to her.

Can this home ever be glued back together again?

To Harry's relief, under the floor lamp in the main hall, the figure sitting on the sofa with his head bowed was not the black mask or the Arkham prisoner she imagined, but Brother Dick in Nightwing uniform.

His forehead hair was matted with sweat and grime, and the blindfold had been removed and dropped to the ground at his feet.

As usual, Grandpa Afu would definitely teach him not to sit on a clean sofa in a dirty uniform, and would urge him to take a bath, and he would warn Brother Dick in a flat tone, it’s not the Wayne boys who are sloppy should catch the disease.

With Ye Yi's skill, brother Dick must have sensed her approaching, but he remained motionless.

Just when Harry's hand was hesitantly on his shoulder, he slowly raised his head.

His eyes widened in the next second, and the dim eyes were replaced by anger.

"What are you wearing?!"

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Harry's arm and shook it, "You ran out dressed like this?!"

It was a look she had never seen in those gentle blue eyes, and Harry froze for a moment.

"This is... blood?" Brother Dick asked, pointing to a dark stain on the red armor on her abdomen.

I actually ignored this, it must be because the street lights are too dark.Harry reached out and touched the stain with his free hand.

"This blood... should not be mine. Catwoman saved me... at the Black Mask..."

"I don't know if she's injured... Her uniform is solid black, I can't tell..."

I'm so worried...

The anger in Dick's brother's eyes intensified when Harry said the word Black Mask.

"Let go of poor Harley, Master Richard." Grandpa Afu's voice came from the entrance of the main hall, and Harley didn't know if it happened to be here just now, or if he had been watching for a while.

"Although Harley has been trained, she is only an 11-year-old skinny girl. According to the data stored in the bat computer, your grip strength is about to break her arm."

Hearing Grandpa Afu's words, Brother Dick immediately let go of his hand.Hali felt that Grandpa Afu was exaggerating, she didn't feel it at all just now.

Brother Dick frowned, staring closely at Grandpa Afu, and there seemed to be some eye contact between the two that Harry didn't understand.

"Don't you have anything to say about the uniform Harley is wearing now?" Brother Dick's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was clearly questioning and disapproving.

Grandpa Afu looked at Hari, then looked up at the irritable young man in front of him, "It doesn't fit well, maybe a specific design is needed."

In response to this answer, Dick did not refute, but just clenched his fists; then, the anger in those blue eyes was replaced by sadness, and then turned into another kind of anger, not directed at Harry, nor at Fu, but more like It was directed at himself.

He slowly sat back on the couch, looking even more lost.

"Let me see if you're injured," Ah Fu waved at Harry, "I just heard you say there's blood?"

"Not mine...I'm afraid it's Catwoman's..." Harry whispered.

"Miss Kyle has her own way of treatment, and Dr. Tompkins will also pay attention to the admission records of the public welfare clinic under her name; don't worry, Miss Kyle can take care of herself better than you in most cases, and we treat her Paying too much attention will only cause her trouble." Grandpa Afu had a serious expression and kept moving his hands.

Harry felt guilty now, and didn't dare to emphasize that he was really fine, so he could only let him look around with his head, and carefully check whether the uniform was scratched with a sharp weapon.

This calm attitude made Harry even more uneasy. She licked her lips and asked softly, "Are you... not angry?"

"You mean you put on the Batman assistant uniform that all the criminals in Gotham are very familiar with, run on the streets of Gotham alone on the night when the three major Gotham gangs are fighting, and even face the black mask head-on with a fearless spirit that Master Bruce doesn't have. something?"

This long attributive sentence made Harry's heart twitch. Grandpa Afu must be angry...

"Don't ask me how I know, the motorcycle you rode out must have a positioning device. Combined with the news of the explosion, it's not difficult to piece together what an interesting night you had."

After confirming that Harley only had a few more small scratches, Alfred straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief. He thought that he had to write a thank you letter to Catwoman and develop a new type of leather whip specially for her, so that it would be appropriate. expressing his immense gratitude.

"If I'm going to be angry about something like this, I probably would have died more than 20 years ago."

When the only son of the Wayne family chose this path without hesitation.

"But this time, because of you, I experienced almost the same level of anger and helplessness as I did more than 20 years ago," Grandpa Afu took off his blood-stained apron, rubbed his forehead, and said to Harley with his eyes closed. "I'm old, Harry, and I can't stand your torment."

Grandpa Fu's words made Hali very ashamed, she swallowed and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Wait, something is wrong.

Grandpa Afu didn't say anything like "You are not allowed to do so..." or "Take off this uniform..." Does this mean...

Harley plucked up his courage, and glanced tentatively at Grandpa Afu, "Then you... agree? I mean... agree to me wearing the Robin uniform?"

She didn't use the direct and provocative phrase of "be Robin and help the Bat family protect Gotham", and she was extremely proud of her wit.

Grandpa Afu didn't answer directly, he looked at Harry meaningfully, and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"What did you learn today?"

Harry was stunned, what did he learn?Probably only shame and self-denial.

Could the correct answer to this question be "Should I not run out?" But if she is honest with herself, if she is given another chance to do it all over again, she will still make the same decision. It is her family who are in danger, and she She won't sit at home and watch; it's just that she will do better when facing criminals.

So she decided to answer according to her own ideas, if Grandpa Afu was angry...she could only continue to reason with him.

"I'm not careful enough, not enough; I don't have a holistic view of my environment and I don't care about the details."

She licked the corners of her lips and continued to criticize herself, "From my experience in dealing with street gangsters, my one-on-one ability to subdue criminals is acceptable; but neither Batman nor Robin can win by pure force. I still have a lot to learn.”

Oh, and also, Catwoman seems to have taught her some girls to have their own special skills. Harley thinks it's better not to tell Grandpa Afu about this.

Regarding Harley's answer, Ah Fu just nodded, his expression was still calm, and it was impossible to tell whether it was approval or criticism.

"Let's see if you can break through the flaws you just mentioned. This is a prerequisite for becoming a Robin—you must train harder and acquire more knowledge..."

Feeling that he seemed to be encouraging the girl in front of him, Alfred stopped in time.

He admitted that he was extremely contradictory in his heart - this was an unavoidable life direction and career choice for all the children in this family, and the old housekeeper had long since overlooked it.In fact, he had vaguely foreseen the day when Harley would also put on the uniform.

It was only because of Bruce's departure that it was many years ahead of schedule.

However, asking himself, he found that he wasn't angry or disappointed about it, just a kind of bitter pride, or was the other way around more accurate?Bitter with pride?He couldn't tell, all he knew was that he'd projected similar feelings on all the kids, Bruce included.