The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

In order to celebrate that her orange cat finally had a friend, Fiona opened a package of NutroChoice and poured it into the two cats' rice bowls.After all, not all cats can be fed cat food as soon as they come up. Although cat food with reasonable nutrition will be more comprehensive than finished food, but strictly speaking, cat food still belongs to the category of wet food, not every cat food The stomach of a cat can bear it, especially cats with sensitive stomach, if they are fed wet food rashly, it may cause a series of gastrointestinal problems.This three-flowered cat is still in the observation period in Fiona's eyes so far, so feeding some cat food is the most suitable choice.

"I'll take you to get an injection for deworming some other day." Fiona divided the cat food evenly between the two cat trays, and after thinking about it, she added a fresh bag to each of them to stimulate their appetite, for fear of treating them harshly: " Stop patrolling the territory, Daju, bring a bucket to eat!"

——Yes, that’s right, her naming method inherited the simple and rude way of naming Daju, directly named it after the red plastic bucket that trapped Sanhua, and called it "Barrel".

Jason:  … Just barrel, barrel, barrel, barrel.Damn, what else can I do besides accepting my fate.

Generally speaking, when a new cat suddenly arrives at home, the original cat will have a series of emotional problems, such as irritability, frenzy, loss of appetite and unreasonable troubles, etc., but this orange cat and Sanhua get along well. It was quite harmonious, completely out of Fiona's expectation. To be honest, it didn't look like Daju had just dragged the bucket all the way into the store.

Right now, the orange cat is bringing three flowers to worship the mountain.It swayed with more than ten pounds of meat and led the way leisurely, and Sanhua followed behind leisurely with a sense of despondency and despondency. The scene was quite joyful.The orange cat walking in front jumped up and down, full of energy and energy. Every time it went to a place, it raised its front paws, patted it, and called out to the three-flowered Jason who was following it: "Meow~"

It's as if the seniors lead the juniors to find the way, it can be said to be quite friendly and harmonious.

Fiona squatted aside and watched the two of them put their heads into the cat food bowl, head to shoulder and shoulder to shoulder. A sense of accomplishment and satisfaction surged in her heart, prompting her to sigh with envy:

"I'm the one with two cats now!"

↑Look, this is the ugly face of a person with a cat.

At this moment, a hesitant voice came from the door: "Fiona, are you there?"

"Ms. Green, good afternoon." Fiona looked up and smiled at the person who stepped into the store: "What do you want to buy today?"

When Ms. Green came in, she tripped over the threshold and almost fell to the ground. She straightened up and stood up while holding the door frame in a panic, rubbing her hands together with embarrassment, and said in a soft voice, "I'll... Flowers for my daughter. She said she wanted to thank you in person."

Fiona was silent for a moment.

During the period of her silence, those elegant and bright gray eyes lost all their tenderness and haze, and became somewhat sharp, as if she had changed into a different person, with a kind of ability to stand in front of her. The feeling of seeing through people completely made Ms. Green afraid to meet Fiona's eyes at all.After a while, she lowered her eyes, and in an instant she changed into her usual harmless, gentle and slightly melancholy look:

"What kind of flowers do you want to buy? I personally recommend carnations for patients who are still in shock. The color is beautiful and the smell is very good. Moreover, from the perspective of psychics, this kind of flower can also calm the wounded spirit. I want some ?"

Ms. Green was clearly preoccupied today. Fiona had finished introducing the characteristics of flowers and she hadn't recovered yet. Fiona had to patiently urge her again:

"Do you want carnations, please?"

Ms. Green quickly replied: "Yes, yes."

"Then I'll get you a bouquet..." Fiona began cutting the colored cellophane for wrapping bouquets.She's so good at double-taping that she can even chat with Ms. Green while cutting out paper lace out of fragile cellophane, and switching the subject as naturally as if she were talking about the weather:

"How old is your daughter this year? Although I'm not very good at school, I should look pretty good at her age... Maybe she's in her teens?"

Ms. Green was a little puzzled as to why Fiona was talking about it, but admitted: "Yes, she's still in junior high right now and will be graduating into high school soon."

As soon as her daughter was mentioned, Ms. Green became more excited and her mental state became more stable. She introduced her child to Fiona with great interest:

"She is very smart. Since she was a child, she has never been ranked first in her class. No matter which school she is in, no matter how good the teachers are, she is always the best one in her class. This year she even successfully ran for the Student Council What about the president. Although I often tell her that grades are not the most important thing, as long as she is happy, but to be honest, I can't say how happy I am to see her so good."

"That's great." Fiona raised her eyes and smiled, but this gentle and harmless smile didn't reach her eyes at all. For a moment, a sharp and cold light flashed in those hazy and moving gray eyes:

"Your daughter is so old, but you still look so beautiful, young and attractive. It's really enviable."

These words were really disregarded, not suitable for this occasion, and did not give Ms. Green any face, and directly nailed her in place, who was still excited and chattering, and lost her voice.Ms. Green's lips opened and closed silently several times without uttering a word, just like the dazzler who had been opened up and talked endlessly before.

"Okay." Fiona finally quietly tied a bunch of carnations, delivered them to Ms. Green, and smiled at her:

"Twenty dollars, Cheng Hui."

Ms. Green lowered her head, fiddled with the flowers in her hand, and finally said as if she had made up her mind:

"I don't think the flowers are... not very fresh."

Fiona smiled softly: "These are already fresh flowers from the suburbs early in the morning, ma'am. Look at the flowers in the store, which one is not fresh? If you think it is not fresh, I am afraid it is not fresh." There is nothing better to sell you."

"Why not?" Ms. Green seemed to have finally let go of any scruples, and she spoke faster and more fluently when she spoke: "Doesn't flower shops usually put some in the backyard for emergency use?" Well, why don't you take me to see it?"

Fiona stared at her for a while, and tried to soften her voice, as if she was advising and comforting: "Do you really think it is necessary, ma'am?"

Ms. Green looked back without showing any weakness: "Of course it is necessary, why don't you do the door-to-door business?"

"Okay then." Fiona sighed and opened the door to the back living area: "This way."

The moment she led Ms. Green into the backyard full of untrimmed flower branches, she felt a sudden pain in her neck, as if someone had hit her hard with something, and the blunt numbness and itching immediately disappeared. From there it diffused.

Before she fell into a coma, she only had time to feel that the silver knife in her pocket was still safely placed in place, and she fell into the darkness with peace of mind.

——The real danger is never the blatant enemy, but the dark, knife-sharpening people you have helped.

But at this moment, Daju, who was still snorting and planing in the flower shop, suddenly stopped all movements, and his two orange cat ears stood up high, as if he heard a sound that ordinary people and animals could not hear. Similarly, the cat fur all over his body exploded, revealing his fierce look, baring his teeth and roaring at Sanhua:

"Ow!!"

Jason Sanhua Todd was taken aback by Daju who suddenly acted abnormally, and almost got the Miaoxian bag stuck in his throat. Before he could react, Daju pushed him with his front paws , Holding the nape of his neck from top to bottom, he dragged and dragged all the way to the door leading to the backyard of the flower shop.The orange cat threw him at the door, and began to slam into the door without saying a word. The muffled bang bang echoed continuously, but the two people inside were completely silent.

After all, Jason had been a Robin for a while, and the knowledge Batman trained and instilled in him was still deeply rooted in his mind, and he could see the problem at a glance:

This door is a wooden door that pushes in.Because I am in Gotham, I installed a whole circle of carved iron fences on the outside of the wooden door for protection, which is better than nothing, but even so, the weight of this kind of door is not comparable to iron doors and anti-theft doors. Wan Bu said that this orange cat weighs quite a lot, a full fifteen pounds, and even has the strength to open the anti-theft door, but with its fifteen pounds, it can't shake the wooden door even half a cent!

In other words, the door has been locked.Listening to their conversation just now, Fiona just took a guest to the back to get a bouquet of flowers. This guest was helped by her as "Themis", so she knew each other well enough. Well, why is there any need to lock the wooden door?And according to how much Fiona loves the orange cat, she heard the cat outside knocking on the door so hard, why didn't she make a sound, why didn't she come out and stop it?

Unless the door was not locked by Fiona, and the lady was trying to kill her with bad intentions, and she is now unconscious, there can be no second explanation.

Of course Jason didn't want to think of everyone in the world as black as crows, but the current situation was too suspicious.At this time, Daju, who had been banging on the door frantically, also stopped all his movements panting, and looked at him with those fierce eyes that seemed inexplicably Batman-like.

Two cats, one big and one small, a fat orange and a three-flowered cat, engaged in a wordless eye-to-eye battle in the flower shop. The battle was so intense that the sound of crackling sparks could be heard in the air. .

When Fiona woke up in a daze, she found that she had been tied to a chair.She tried her best to open her eyes. At first, the things in front of her were vaguely covered by a layer of phantom, but this phantom soon disappeared, and the surrounding environment and the figure in front of her gradually changed. It became clear.

She simply looked around and found where she was: dark, damp, and cramped, and even the mold on the corners and ceiling was terribly familiar.This is the basement of NO.15 on Oak Street, where Ms. Green's daughter was once imprisoned, and the murderer standing in front of her with a flustered look is Ms. Green who has been behaving abnormally today.

"Ms. Green." Fiona exhaled lightly, and sincerely asked for advice:

"Although I have always had this vague premonition of being repaid by kindness and revenge from the very beginning when I reached out to you, and I fully expected this day when your daughter came back, but I have thought about it for so long. I couldn't figure out why, I really didn't understand, so I had to ask you for advice."

Ms. Green didn't dare to look at her directly, but when Fiona said it so gently, she wanted to smash herself against the wall to death: "I...I'm not...I..."

"Don't be nervous." Fiona looked at herself, and found that these thick hemp ropes were still wrapped with bright yellow charms, which were the most common product of the combination of yellow paper and cinnabar in Chinatown. I know Chinese, but I also know that these spells are used to seal ominous things. For a while, I don’t know whether I should cry or laugh first:

"It stands to reason that I should be the most nervous. What are you afraid of? Besides, I believe that I have no grievances with you, and I have helped you. I really can't think of a reason for you to do this." Fio Na tried to move her hands and feet that were numb after being tied up for too long, but the slightest movement of hers could cause a dangerous tremor in Ms. Green's nerves that were already tightly stretched. Almost at the very second when Fiona started to struggle slightly, she pulled out a bright sharp knife from behind, pointed the knife point directly at Fiona's chest, and shouted in a hissing voice:

"Don't move around!"

Fiona tilted her head, her voice was still sweet and calm, but it was different from the gentleness that was full of comforting intentions before, now her voice seemed to be soaked in the first heavy snow in early winter, it was bone-chillingly cold and quiet Terrible:

"Then tell me why?"

Under her pressing step by step, Ms. Green, who was already condemned by her own conscience, finally broke down. She waved the knife in her hand and shouted:

"It costs money to raise a child!"

Fiona was taken aback: "...is it that simple?"

"Themis... I told you from the beginning! Little children, don't mind these nosy things!" Ms. Green shouted emotionally: "Do you know how valuable you are now?! Just put your Selling the information, not to mention getting her into a good school, and we can all move to a big city, so she won't have to live in a city full of crime and violence like Gotham from now on. It's safe! It's completely different from us!"

She was so emotional that even what she said sounded a bit insane and crazy, but Fiona really got it.She lowered her eyes, and her mind was filled with thousands of thoughts in an instant, so that the too young psychic didn't know where to start. In the end, she decided to start from the most critical and most important place:

"That's not your biological daughter after all. You can do this for her... To be honest, ma'am, I'm very touched."

Ms. Green's eyes widened suddenly, and she said in surprise, "How do you know?!"

"I knew her the first time I saw her." Fiona shook her head, as if she was stating a well-known, simple and easy-to-understand truth:

"There is no blood connection between you, she is your adopted daughter."

While Ms. Green was too surprised to speak, Fiona said all the remaining words in one breath:

"So far, I don't know who my biological mother is, and the lady who is responsible for my growing up also has another biological son. Although the relationship between their own families is not harmonious, it is similar to 'mutual protection' and' The feeling of 'giving shelter' has always existed between them, but I... never have it."

"To be honest, ma'am, I'm more than touched..." Fiona smiled lightly without any sarcasm or emotion, without any biased color, but it made people follow her Some deeper meaning is felt in the words:

"I'm already getting jealous."

She looked Ms. Green in the eyes, and said in that almost stern tone that a girl should not speak to an adult: "But I'm 'jealous' as 'jealous', and it's just lip service at best. Ma'am, if someone really does this for me, no matter how high-sounding the reasons she uses, no matter how attractive and generous the benefits she can win for me, I will not be happy!"

——If everyone in this world can use the excuse of "I am for the good of others" to hurt innocent people, then what is the reason?Where is the justice?After so many years of evolution, human beings have finally changed from drinking blood and slash-and-burn farming to being able to walk upright, possess wisdom, and think independently. Is it for doing things that even animals are unwilling to do? !

Her aura became so powerful in an instant, as if she had poured a spoonful of oil on the already burning fire, and her words were loud and clanging, which completely overwhelmed the aura of this adult woman who was already guilty. pressed down:

"And then again, who told you that you can deal with me this way?"

Ms. Green probably was really frightened by her, so she asked stupidly, "Can't you?"

Fiona: "...Yes, of course I can, I feel so painful."

——She said so on the surface, but in fact, she had secretly pushed out the small knife that had been hidden by her side from her cuff, pushed out the blade with one hand, and was sharpening the rope bit by bit.

So it is really a bad idea to put too much faith in mysticism.If Ms. Green didn't believe in the power of occultism so much that she thought Fiona could be tied up with this special rope, then she should at least search Fiona's body and take the knife she was carrying with her. take away.

However, she was blinded by the name "Themis" and her IQ. She neglected to leave the most critical weapon to get out of trouble to Fiona. She was too superstitious and harmful.

Fiona reckoned that the rope had already been cut in half, and it would be enough if she tried harder, but the house leaked and it rained overnight. As time went by, Ms. Green became more restless, spinning around in circles, chanting "Why don't you come?" Seeing that she was about to get up and take her out to change positions, Fiona had an idea and asked softly:

"Who are you going to sell my information to?"

"Why should I tell you—"

"Shhh." Fiona uttered in a very light breathy voice, no matter which country or region she was in, it symbolized the movement of "silence".There was still a faint smile on her lips, but the words she said were so shocking:

"Come on, I already know it all, ma'am."

Facing Ms. Green's frightened and helpless eyes, Fiona spoke out the truth that she had been unwilling to face: "Are you even afraid of yourself, and you don't even know what you are going to face? people?"

As soon as she said this, the room was immediately silent.In this eerily quiet atmosphere, they could even hear the sound of water drops falling in this damp basement.

In fact, Fiona's brain is really not as "difficult" as Damian said.When Damian said "it's not easy to use", it was compared with his own genius level, at least compared with normal people, Fiona's IQ is already enough, just like now, she can easily All the clues pieced together:

"I saved your daughter on the front foot, and the real mastermind behind the scenes will be able to bypass the person who promised to protect me to find me, and even come to buy my information from you... Ma'am, you actually know it in your heart, right? "

Ms. Green screamed, "You shut up—"

"The person who is buying my information from you is actually the culprit who kidnapped your daughter." Fiona struggled hard, and found that the rope was almost worn out. Force, try to hit with one hit:

"Even if you can't do good deeds, you can't fall with him? I don't know whether you are saving yourself or looking for death. Think about it, ma'am, a girl who can kidnap so many young girls without a sound , and let them live and die unknown, and even the police can't solve the case, would it be a good thing? How did your daughter survive, do you want me to remind you?"

"It's not because of his sudden kindness, but because I stepped in! If I hadn't helped, would you believe that all you brought home now is a cloud of air? He is so dangerous and unpredictable, and you still follow him Doing business, trying to get money from him to help himself?!"

"—What's the difference between you and seeking a tiger's skin!"

Her voice has always been soft and sweet, very pleasant to hear, with a bit of girlish coquettishness. It is the kind of voice that is completely in line with the public's aesthetics, but at this moment, her voice carries the kind of voice that can only be seen in some people before. The sense of heaviness and coldness that can only be felt when speaking Russian at a specific moment is deafening, to the point, and resounding:

"And you keep saying 'she is different from us', are you trying to change her fate by improving her living environment? But have you ever thought that I am a foreigner, and I am different from you , please don’t arbitrarily include me in the “we” in your mouth, I will be very troubled.”

Fiona looked at Ms. Green who had been struck by lightning and was on the verge of collapse, and looked at this pitiful, ridiculous woman, and suddenly couldn't bear to say the last paragraph:

"When you regard betrayal as a normal thing, have you ever thought that someone will see through all the trends and developments of this matter from the very beginning, but will still lend a helping hand to you?"

Ms. Green's complexion was completely pale like a ghost, she pursed her lips, and even her voice was lower than before by more than 01:30, and her lack of confidence became even weaker now:

"You are an outsider... You outsiders must have a better life than us in Gotham..."

"Please don't flatter me like that." Fiona smiled lightly: "My background is not good either. I come from a place far away from here, where there is full of fighting and intrigue, the supremacy of force, and the high pressure of autocracy Powerful rule and death loom over us like a black cloud, day by day, year after year."

"In that environment... I can become what I am now."

"I don't boast, but I have a clear conscience. I'm better than you." Fiona is finally about to cut all the ropes, and the most urgent task now is to stabilize Ms. Green who has been hit hard. Long and slow plan:

"The environment can never determine a person. It's too late for you to stop now. This is the last time I persuade you."

Ms. Green seems to have finally been persuaded by her.I don't know if she was moved by her words, or was appeased by the inexplicable spiritual power she always carried when she spoke, or if she was brainwashed. In short, she changed her posture of holding the knife and was about to walk over to give When Fiona broke the rope and untied it, she slipped under her foot, and the sharp knife came out of her hand and flew straight towards Fiona's forehead!

Fiona is still tied to the chair, there is no way to avoid it, her hands and feet are still tied behind her back and she can't move. Obviously, obviously, she can break free completely, but her wrist strength is not enough, she can't break free. It's about to splatter on the spot--

At this juncture of life and death, her mind was completely blank, there was no one to think about, and she could only recall every lonely morning and gloomy dusk spent in the League of Assassins when she was young.

At this moment, a black bat dart whirled and flew in from the skylight, just hitting the knife out of its original trajectory, and fell to the ground aside, a black figure suddenly descended from the sky, three The woman who has no resistance is under control.

Reinforcements finally arrived belatedly.

Ms. Green has been unable to respond to the person who came to the rescue, but that is Batman who can scare the criminals of Gotham!She was so frightened that she fainted on the spot.And, to be fair, it might have been easier for her to get over.As one of the only two sober people present, Fiona stared blankly at the figure of the person who came, and suddenly felt the weight of the words written on the letter she found from her orange cat that night like never before. :

It was a long-term, unbreakable bond that promised security.

The matter seems to have finally come to an end, but who is hiding behind her and wants to get information about "Themis", where are the people who disappeared in the Gotham Playground before, and will this mysterious criminal come back next time? Crime... Mysteries emerge one after another, pulling out carrots and bringing out mud, still hovering over the Gotham police and Batman like shadows with wings.

However, before solving these problems, they might as well solve the problems in front of them, after all, people have to live in the present.Just like at this moment, in the distant base of the Dark Justice League, Zatanna's exploration of Fiona's life experience finally made new progress.

"——I remembered!" Zatanna slapped the table and almost jumped up, which shocked everyone in the Dark Alliance around. Zatanna has never done anything like this regardless of demeanor. She did it, but at the moment she couldn't care less, the sense of familiarity that Fiona brought her finally matched up with a certain Norwegian witch she had only met once before:

"I just said that I looked familiar to her, and I said why I couldn't match her with her mother! She doesn't look like her mother at all, and she looks more like her Russian father!"

Constantine especially praised the venue and asked, "Who is that?"

Zatanna announced loudly: "For so many years, the rare witch who was born in a German school and is good at divination, married to a rare male psychic and wizard in Russia, one of the pioneers who went to resist the first generation of Dark Lord One, Fidelis!"

There was an awkward silence immediately.Constantine thought for a long time before expressing his opinion tactfully: "Who is this person? I've never heard of it... When the first generation of Dark Lords ruled the European magic world, too many people died. "

"Yes." Zatanna agreed with him: "After all, war is a meat grinder, and there are too many people who died in it. Except for particularly famous people, almost no one can occupy a place in the history books." A place of its own."

"Fortunately, I met Fidelis."

Durmstrang has always attached great importance to actual combat, and during the First World War, the talent was scarce, so the divination class, which required a lot of talent and spiritual power, was closed early, and almost all of them could be called "sword slant".Zatanna had been there to help dispose of the divination tools when they closed the course, so they wouldn't get into the Muggle world, which would cause panic and risk exposing the wizarding world.

And it was that trip to Durmstrang that allowed her to meet the only student in the last divination class, Fidelis.

Fiona didn't look like Fidelis at all, her brown-haired, gray-eyed appearance completely followed the characteristics of her Russian-born father.Zatanna tried hard to recall Fidelis's appearance, and found that the witch, who was just a one-sided encounter, had been completely blurred in her mind after time washed away, without any clear impression I just remember that year under the snowstorm, that witch, the only and last student in the divination class, stood under the castle completely covered in ice and snow, facing her who was walking deep and shallow. He stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"I guess your name is Zatanna."

Human memory is such a magical thing.Maybe after many years, you will forget the appearance of those partners who have helped you in the same boat, you will forget those people who have gone away and passed away, and you will forget every cold, summer and spring and autumn you have spent, but there will always be some Something exists that evokes the most critical "feel" in your memory.For example, the aroma of breakfast coming from the kitchen in the early morning, a cup of hot tea and the everlasting lights in the cold night, the winter jasmine that makes you allergic in spring, the wonderful chili-flavored sorbet in summer, and the fallen leaves of caterpillars in autumn The snow that is so big and super frozen that the penguins don’t want to come out of the nest, which is rare in winter and has the addition of Siberia’s cold current...

There is always something that you can remember, and Zatanna was able to remember the not-so-famous Fidelis, which was the extremely accurate prophecy:

"You will soon be reunited with your father with the help of your companions, Zatanna."

At that time, Zatanna didn't even tell Fidelis her name. It stands to reason that Durmstrang should only know her pseudonym and real surname, and the goal she has been fighting for for a long time: to find herself His father was also too personal to tell these particularly xenophobic and unfamiliar wizards.

—and I guess they don't bother to know, which must be scary.

"That's where the problem comes..." After thinking of Fidelis, Zatanna not only didn't feel relieved, but wanted to gnaw her nails to decompress:

"One of the couple is a prophet with unlimited potential, the other is a famous Russian psychic, and they are both elite graduates of the Durmstrang School of Magic. Why do they have such a wide network of contacts and such accurate predictions of the future? Entrust your daughter to someone from the League of Assassins in the Middle East—wait a minute, if any of you have a good personal relationship with B, you must tell him. The child's place, even if you send it to me, it's better than sending it there."

Really, it's not Zatanna's slander, look at Damian Wayne, look at Talia herself.With all due respect, the League of Assassins is an organization known for its assassinations, how can it be possible to raise a psychic who has extremely high requirements for kindness and gentleness?It's a blessing in misfortune that Fiona wasn't brought up wrong, right? !

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she simply got up and left the Dark Justice League, and decided to go to the magic world to find out.After all, when the truth of Fiona's life experience came to light, she was no longer an ordinary flower shop owner and a supporter of the League of Assassins. Instead, she had given her spiritual support during the difficult days when she searched for her father's trace. The daughter of the helper, and the orphan of a hero in the protracted war against the first generation of Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, for the hero who once made contributions to stop the war, she is justified There must be some respect, and at this moment, extending a helping hand to Fiona in the whirlpool is the best way for her to express her respect and gratitude:

"I'm going to check on Fiona's life experience. It may take a long time before I come back. If there is a mission, please contact me inside."

At this moment, Batman and Fiona also encountered a super problem:

Fiona's foot sprained at some point.

"It probably fell off when she dragged me all the way here." Fiona thought for a while: "After all, since I woke up here, the key moving point is on my hands, and I basically haven't moved my feet much." .”

"You have been missing for 23 hours. If your foot was really sprained on the way here, you may not be able to leave now." Batman said: "You try."

Fiona tried to put her feet on the ground, but as soon as they touched the ground, she blurted out a low cry:

"……pain."

Fiona's back was dripping with cold sweat in an instant, she had to look at Batman, and tried to put on a smile awkwardly, but the severe pain from her ankle was too unbearable, making her smile on the spot It turned into a rather forced smirk:

"Sorry, no."

Batman seemed to sigh, but there was no expression at all under the mask that covered most of his face.He walked over in silence, the sense of oppression brought by his tall figure was quite frightening, coupled with a black body, even if Fiona knew rationally that "he is a good person", she would inevitably be shocked emotionally: "Excuse me ..." What are you going to do?

And in the next second, she realized that she didn't need to ask this question at all, because she was hugged by the waist.

Batman's princess hug, face to face.

It seems that he has never done this kind of thing before, so his movements are inevitably a little stiff, as if what he is holding in his hands is not a harmless and gentle girl, but a nuclear bomb that can explode in minutes.In order to relieve his nervousness, Fiona tried to speak up:

"... May I ask if I should thank you at this time?"

Well, it’s okay if you don’t ask, but Batman’s whole body will become even stiffer if you ask. If he is not careful with his hands, he may directly pinch a handprint on Fiona’s waist.

In this way, the journey home that should have been filled with the joy and gratitude of star chasing being able to get in close contact with the Lord, was made by him as if he was going to Arkham to be tortured.

Fiona was sitting in the Batmobile, looking at his neat and good-looking figure, but with an inexplicable coldness and a sense of self-restraint.