Dick's mood is worthy of detailed descriptions of more than 10,000 words around "shock", but it was only a matter of a moment in his mind. He quickly forced himself to calm down and asked, "Which part of all the actions of the Red Hood?"

Breaking into the gang transaction site alone and beat everyone up?

Silently touching the room and threatening the gang leader?

Or are you responsible for all behind-the-scenes tasks, collecting intelligence and unifying the gangsters who were beaten by the red hood?

Dick found that Tim's expression was even more difficult to describe.

No, this expression should be described as "unspeakable".

"She...my investigation may not be enough, the information is not perfect, but according to what I know," Tim took a step back quietly, "Bruce's daughter was in the operation of the Red Hood - responsible for nothing."

Dick always thought he was smart.

But Tim's words went around several times in his mind, and he still couldn't figure out what Tim wanted to say.

"I'll say anything, Tim." Dick ran out patiently, "Since she did nothing, how did you know her?"

"They live together," Tim said quickly, "the daughter of Jason and Bruce."

Dick: "…"

He has reminisced now.

It's better not to come back.

Dick's voice was so loud that it alarmed the bats perched near the entrance to the bat cave: "What did you say?! They live together?!"

"Calm down! Dick, calm down! I just knew it as unbelievable as you!" Tim looked around nervously, even though he knew that there were only two of them in the bat cave, he felt a little hairy on his back. "Shut down, Dick, silent down!"

"What do I - what do you let me - they live together!" Dick jumped anxiously, "Do they - they - Bruce know about this!"

"Thinking about it, the current information can confirm that she has no big connection with the Red Head Hunter's actions. I have already obtained the exact news from the gangsters who were taken down by the Red Head Hunter. She has never appeared from beginning to end, and she has only been witnessed once."

"when?!"

"I'll send you a message to tell you the day I've finished replying to me," Tim said. "I just got the blood sample and told you when I learned the test results. I also want to ask if you know that Bruce has a daughter. Since you don't know, you don't know much about this when you see Bruce."

"Please, Tim, you know who Bruce is, and he has hidden a lot of things from me."

"But you were the first person to follow him. If he did have a daughter, it wouldn't be completely hiding it from you." Tim said. "At least we can be sure that if he knew the existence of this daughter, it wouldn't have known it long ago."

"But he can't know nothing about this." Dick murmured, "so he left Gotham at this point, because..."

He and Tim looked at each other, and finally they smiled bitterly together.

"Do you know how soon Bruce will be back?" Tim asked.

"He didn't even tell me about leaving Gotham," Dick said.

"You will know even if he doesn't say it." Tim opened another folder, "I'll send you everything I know about this girl right away."

Dick opened the document sent by Tim and asked again: "You said someone witnessed..."

"She made a disguise and couldn't see her face clearly. She speculated that her age should be between fifteen and twenty." Tim said. "I guess she looks very similar to Bruce - she seems to have appeared at Gotham Airport before, because she looks too similar to Bruce and was watched by the airport staff."

"It's very similar to Bruce? Wow, it's a bit unimaginable." Dick looked through the information, "I still can't accept it. I'm trying to convince myself that this is true."

"Did you say Bruce has a daughter, or did Jason live with her?"

“Both items are.”

Tim said: "There is a not-so-clean lawyer in Gotham City who seems to have received a commission related to her recently, so we can investigate it in this direction."

Wen woke up the next day and the sun was shining outside the window. She walked over with satisfaction with the fragrance coming from the kitchen and saw Connor picking up the roasted chicken wings out of the oven.

He actually held such a hot baking dish with empty hands... Wen still had no real feelings about the fact that he was half an alien.

“It didn’t seem so good to eat when I woke up, so I prepared whole wheat bread.” Connor said, as he distributed the chicken wings to the plate. “How is your acceptance of lemons?”

"I don't seem to be allergic to lemons," Wen said with thought, "but I don't like the taste of lemons very much, it's too sour."

"Then I'll put less lemon juice." Connor replied.

He cut a small lemon, squeezed two lemons and squeezed out the juice and dripped it on the roasted chicken wings, and threw it into the trash with the lemon peel.

"You also said you are not good at cooking. Isn't this a good job?" Wen walked to the dining table briskly, "Is there anything you can drink?"

"Coffee, milk or juice? There are oranges, apples, grapes and western lemons to choose from."

"Apple juice." said quietly, "Don't have the peel, I'm allergic to apple peel alone."

"You have quite a lot of allergies."

"I can't drink coffee, either, I'm allergic to coffee," Wen said calmly, "but usually I take a few allergic drugs and drink beverages containing coffee. People can't give up Coke because of allergic things."

Connor said: "Do you want Coke? I can buy it right away and bring you some medicine by the way."

"I thought you were going to advise me to drink less Coke."

"Please, I am such a disgraceful person? You can't kill people, you can't steal things, you can't gamble and suck... Ordinary people already have so many things that they can't do and shouldn't do. How serious is it to drink some Coke?"

"Be careful." Wen warned Connor seriously, "If I fall in love with you, you will not be able to get rid of me."

"I won't get rid of you, baby, did I give you any hallucinations that I didn't try to please you?"

He smiled warmly and sighed.

"Hmm? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." Wen said in a deep feeling, "I just... can't remember when the last time I was so happy."

"It must be because you didn't find a good date," Connor said.

He seemed to have not found a juicer, so he peeled the apples and cut them into pieces, put them in a food bag and violently squeezed them. He filtered out the juice with a filter, and then put them on the table.

"No, no," Wen said melancholy, "They are all good people. Peter, Pitro, Barry... They are all just and kind people, but they are too righteous and kind. They are busy fighting crime and maintaining world peace, so they occasionally ignore the feelings of others."

"What are they doing? Firefighters? Police? Can't they be agents?"

"No." Wen said, "they are superheroes."

Connor looked at Wen in surprise: "You've only dated superheroes?"

"Yes." Wen shrugged, "To be honest, I was shocked when I discovered this - but, I said so seriously, these superheroes are perfectly beautiful. Most superheroes work with masks or hoods, right? I have always been unable to understand why they are all so beautiful? Do people who want to become superheroes have to have a big star-like face?"

"So you choose a date based on your face?" Connor sat opposite Wen. "Maybe you can try to find it in the celebrity or supermodel circle."

"Forget it." Wen said indifferently, "I want to date, not a date."

Connor looked up as if he noticed something: "So you won't ask someone to go upstairs for a cup of coffee or something after the date? Are you just going out together?"

"Do you mind?"

"No." Connor said casually, "I have no objection to taking the time, but if you don't even give a kiss, I'm still a little unhappy."

"Then you have to seize the opportunity yourself, Connor." Wen said with a smile, "Peter didn't catch it."

Connor protested: "Can you stop talking about your past date? I'll be jealous."

"I don't mind you talking about yours, too."

"Now? I'm still eating chicken wings!"

"Oh." Wen gloated, "You must be embarrassed when you've been on a date."

"You know, as a man, I have no psychological pressure on betrayaling something like this." Conner curled his lips, "but if every girl simply wants this, I would feel frustrated."

"God! What happened in the past must be particularly embarrassing! You even said 'will feel frustrated'!"

"...I can't hide it from you." Connor said angrily, "I haven't met a serious date. The one who called the most did not like me at all, but tried to control me with a kiss. Are you satisfied?"

"Control you with a kiss." Wen ate the bread and swallowed it, "Poison Ivy Girl?"

"Yes." Conner replied angrily, "I'm so sorry, I like her red hair and figure."

"Do you know she is a pair with the clown girl?" Wen said, "She is not interested in men."

"What?!" Conner looked at Wen in shock, "She and the Clown Girl? Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure." Wen took a sip of apple juice, "because I'm a little concerned about the clown girl... Well, I won't tell you the specific reason."

"Don't tell me you have had a relationship with the Joker." Connor opened his eyes wide, and he was so cute when he made this expression, "You - have you really had a relationship with the Joker?"

"It's not me, I only like boys. Although I don't necessarily refuse the same-sex kindness when I have to be forced to do it - but I have to wait until I have to." Wen said, "You can treat it as my twin sister and the clown girl for a while."

After eating this time, before waiting for Wen to say anything, Connor took the initiative to wash dishes and clean the kitchen.

"Have your injuries healed?" he asked in wonder. "It seems that the injuries of ordinary people are not healing so quickly."

"My physique is a bit special." Wen leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window. The sky was almost dark now. "My vitality is very tenacious."

Isn't it tenacious? If it's not tenacious enough, how dare Wendy not sleep every day?

"There are aurora now, but it will be nice to wait until the sky is completely dark," Connor said. "It will take an hour or two to wait."

“There will definitely be a lot of tourists.”

"What? No, I'll take you to a place that is more suitable for viewing the aurora." Connor said with a wicked smile, "a more dangerous place."

The author has something to say: I will get the update after I have spent this time_(:3∠)_

I am not the only one who stays at home every day!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: to be honest, 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: to be honest, 2; hoods with small wings, black meow white meow, Yunshan, morning mist, picka 100,000 volts;
Chapter completed!