Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"What's your impression of The Flash?" Lola asked Tim enthusiastically, "Have you ever dealt with him?"

"No," said Red Robin, "I haven't dealt with any superheroes other than Bats—except Iron Man, whom we met at parties, but I wasn't Red Robin at the time. Interested?"

There was a faint sympathy for The Flash in his heart, but not too much.

Now Tim's most sympathetic person is himself, caught between the three people of Bat, Nightwing and Red Hood, helping no one, and no one seems to be wrong.

But psychologically, he is more inclined to the Red Hood... Red Hood is taken back to the Batcave and locked up, he will feel that this is the treatment he deserves, but Arkham is too much.

"Daddy said that if I want to find someone to play with me, I can find Flash." Laura said, "I have watched a lot of interviews with Flash and videos related to him, but I haven't seen much about his character yet. "

"It's so hard to see." Red Robin said, "Haven't you heard of the nickname everyone gave him? He is the favorite of the group, and it is him."

"Hey," Lola said, "that sounds silly."

"He's just a little sloppy and unreliable when it comes to team interactions."

Not as unreliable as you are anywhere, Tim thought.

He was typing on the keyboard while talking to Lola, and the codes on the computer screen cascaded down and printed in his blue eyes.

With his current strength, it is still too difficult to invade the Arkham system, and it won't be long before the bats discover it.

In order to be able to do some small tricks without telling the bat when he has strength in the future, Tim carefully chose to stay still.

However, the private mobile phones of the staff in Arkham are much simpler, but the work is a bit cumbersome, and they have to filter out useful information bit by bit, and then piece together the general situation in Arkham.

Tim is not impatient. Although he is still young, the age that does not match his mind has allowed him to learn to wait a long time ago. After becoming Batman's assistant, the most he does is to wait patiently .

"What are you doing?" Laura asked, "Looking for any information? Bat seems to have been busy recently to deal with the turmoil in Gotham caused by the absence of the Red Hood. Did you do something while he was busy?"

"Dick's back in Bluhaven," Tim said. "I'm trying to figure out how Jason is."

"He's doing well in Arkham. What do you want to know? Ask me, I know everything."

"Do you know what he had for dessert last time?"

"The cafeteria in Arkham serves cake and pudding," Lola said, "but I brought him some hot dogs and salsa, he prefers the junk."

"You brought him hot dogs and hot sauce?!"

"I didn't go in person." She only went once. "I asked someone to bring it to him. You know that people in Arkham are not innocent, right. Just find something to threaten."

"The Bat hasn't gotten to him yet," Tim said, "but he has plans to visit Red Hood. How do you think he'll handle it?"

"It depends on Jason's thoughts." Laura was a little tired of this topic, "Okay, let's not talk about Jason, there is nothing to say, this matter will be resolved sooner or later, or there is no way to solve it at all. Two It might be an alternative.”

She couldn't understand why Tim was so worried.

From her point of view, what happened so far was all trivial, and the serious mental problems of Jason that Bat, Dick, and Tim were worried about did not happen at all.

Everyone was venting their emotions without thinking—whether it was sadness, anger, or disappointment—only Red Robin, who had been beaten up by Jason, was the most innocent.

Well, Lola doesn't really think Tim is completely innocent, she thinks she went to Bat too early, Jason's been dead for a few months and you come to the door and say "you need a new Robin ".

But Tim came to the door so early because Batman's behavior became more and more dark and rough after Jason's death. Lola believed that if it wasn't because of Bat's obvious mental instability, Tim would not have gone so early. Find a bat.

But this is from an outsider's point of view.

For Jason, what Tim did was a terrible thing, but he also beat Tim up. An unintentional mistake was exchanged for a lesson that was neither serious nor serious, and the two were cleared up.

Now the most unlucky person in the entire Bat family is Tim, who is not happy with the three heads.

So Laura changed the subject: "Why don't you come and play with me here in New York?"

"I'm not like you, I'm going to school," Tim reminded Lola.

"Let's ask for leave." Laura was confident, "Your affairs can be resolved within a week at most. You can just make a hypothesis that you are sick and have a fever, and then come to my house—and you can play with Xiao Chong! You are not happy!"

Tim was visibly upset.

"I'll figure it out," he said. "I'll figure out what to say to the bat."

"Don't mention Tibao, I'll ask." Laura said, "I drove my new car to Gotham to see you~ a green Aston Martin~ Papa just bought it for me! He even gave me a villa!"

Wait, Lola thought, is the villa in my name?Or is he just living with me?

...whatever.

If she lives, it's hers!

"Uh, congratulations?" Tim said a little uncertainly. "By papa you mean Luthor?"

"Oh, what else. Daddy is Superman."

"I see," Tim said.

He knew that Jason had safely passed all of Arkham's mental tests, and was moved to the most normal area of ​​Arkham. If Laura had been taking care of Jason, according to his attack power, maybe it was true. You can live very well at Arkham.

But it's useless for him to think about it. What will happen in the end depends on the bat.

and Jason.

And Laura's attitude.

Laura's attitude confuses Tim the most. She doesn't seem to take most of the physical and emotional damage to heart.

It's not that she doesn't pay attention, but her judgment on the severity of the injury is a bit abnormal.

Her understanding of life and death is very clear.She can understand the bat's no-kill principle.

Yet she was also able to understand Jason's damn theory.

Tim is a bit tempted to ask Laura what she thinks of both ideas, but he intuitively knows that if he did ask Laura what she thinks, she'll probably say, "I think both are stupid."

When she said this, she would still have her usual sweet smile on her face.

Tim shook his head and turned to his homework.

Since the weekly leave is about to be requested, he should finish the exercises at the back of the exercise book first, so as not to take extra time to make up after the weekly leave.

Luo La is not good at driving, but it is not difficult at all to drive well on the road. Besides, the latest intelligent driving system of the Lex Group is installed on the car.

Installing this thing will reveal her location, but not installing it will also reveal her location. It's better to install it, and it will be more convenient to act by yourself.

Gotham is just across the sea from Metropolis.

Laura drove her new car on the road, crossing half of the metropolis and crossing the bridge—a road she had traveled before, but as a passenger, Hasson driving in front, and she played with her mobile phone in the back seat, It's completely different from being a driver yourself now.

But she found it very pleasant.It might be a little strange to say that, but in this world, everything makes her happy.

Countless "games" that were too close to reality once gave her a lot of trauma, very serious trauma.It's like a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream... Those "games" that are true and false are like countless dreams fused and nested with each other. The more you pay attention, the easier it is to be sad.

But she was past the stage of not believing in dreams.She has been through so much that she doesn't care about it at all.

Maybe one day she will quit this "game" because of boredom.

But before she loses interest, she will remain interested in everything she sees and does, and although she doesn't quite believe it, Laura does have a feeling in her heart that this world is the most she can pursue " The "real" world... This feeling has appeared many times in her "games", and it is so strong every time.

She wants to believe it every time.

Lola wasn't driving very fast, so it wasn't too late to get to Gotham.

But the weather in Gotham is like that, there are only a handful of days of the year when it is not cloudy.

Unlike most cities, where different seasons have different lighting hours, the time in this city is fixed.

Since there is always no sunlight, the clock becomes the only time scale.People live by the clock rather than by the sun, which is, in some ways, one of the hallmarks of modern society.

Laura said she could just drive to Wayne Manor by herself, but Tim came out to pick her up anyway.

Alfred was still driving.Doesn't he have too much work, Lola thought, this butler from England is involved in almost every job and life of Brucey or Batman.

Thinking of the endless problems in this family, Bruce's problems and the Bat family's problems, plus all kinds of trivial things in life... God, even a heartless person like Laura can't help but respect Alfred and sympathy.

But that didn't stop her from saying, "Come on, get in my car Tibbo," she greeted enthusiastically, "Come on, I can drive. I drove here from the Metropolis myself, and I promise I won't have any accidents." Traffic accident!"

Lola was a little puzzled, why didn't everyone but Lex want her to drive by herself?Does she look so stupid that she can't even learn to drive?

"I'm afraid you'll go on a rampage if you're happy or unhappy," Tim said.

Well, Laura thought, case solved.

"Afu Afu, come to me." She waved at the old housekeeper as a last resort, "Leave Bruce's car here and drive mine!"

Alfred glanced at Tim calmly in the rearview mirror.

Tim shook his head slightly at her: Don't promise her, she's really not reliable at all.

"Sorry, Miss Clark," Aff replied, "but I must do my duty. I brought Master Timothy out safely, and I must bring him back safely."

Laura rolled her eyes a little, and reluctantly compromised: "Okay, you guys drive in front, and I'll follow behind you."

Tim... What could Tim say, he had no choice but to agree, but he still told the old butler how crazy Laura was.

"Take the side road," Tim told the old butler. "Don't take the road that might get stuck in traffic. Don't test Lola's patience."

"Perhaps you should have more confidence in Miss Clark, Master Timothy," said Alfred.

However, he followed Tim's advice and returned to Wayne Manor unimpeded.

Bruce was still at the party, and the sprawling manor looked like it had been uninhabited for hundreds of years.Lola parked the car in Bruce's garage and came out a little unhappy.

"You're too much Tebow," she said, "You don't believe I can drive!"

Tim: ...no no no I believe you can drive, I just don't believe you can stop distracted or cause trouble just because you're driving.

"You must be complaining about me in your heart," Laura said.

"I didn't." Tim denied.

"You must have."

"I didn't and...don't say it, okay," Tim sighed. "I don't know why, but I always feel tired when I talk to you. Tell me it's an illusion, Laura."

"It's not an illusion." Laura laughed grinningly.

What else could Tim say, he could only smile wryly.

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