novelraw Chapter 14 Good Night Kiss
Chapter 14 Good Night Kiss
"Thank you." Under the warm yellow desk lamp, Harry took the hairpin and smiled sweetly, "I thought I lost it."
"Why didn't I see you looking for it everywhere?"
Damian's eyes were as green as the forest after the rain against the wet drops between the eyelashes, and his gaze stayed on the "On War" in Harry's hand for a few seconds.
Although Harley's eyes were also green, she felt that she would never have the deep and wise eyes of brother Damian.
"Sister Barbara gave it to me. When I first found out that I lost it, I was very sorry. No one gave me decorations for girls like me." Harry squeezed the edge of the bow, hiding in a full smile A trace of regret, "But today I feel that this style is not suitable for me, I can't just be a simple and cute girl..."
Her fingers slid along the author's name on the spine, "Although I can't read most of this "On War", I see that the author emphasizes the role of 'spiritual power' in war—I I think, if Clausewitz were here now, he would not think that a girl who wears a bow tie and wears a small skirt every day, and who is not familiar with the world, has a chance of defeating some dark wizard."
Damian watched as Harry's loose, tangled strands of soft hair returned to her, sloppily draped over one shoulder as she read, huddled and disorganized - like her unresolved fate.
This association made Damian unhappy and irritable.
"...you don't need to do what you don't want to do, Bat and I..." He was forced to pause, "You just need to know that if you don't want to, we won't let that dark wizard have a chance to see you .”
Damian frowned, these inexplicable words poured out as if they were out of his control, "The Justice League will deal with all factors that threaten world peace, no matter if it is aliens or dark wizards - even if the Justice League cannot be dispatched, I have... …there are still Teen Titans here in America.”
Harry's smiling eyes were bent, looking at the long shadow cast by little brother Damian under the desk lamp, like the upright man he was destined to become in the future.
But now, in Harry's perception, he is just a boy who is three years older than him, smarter, more... calm and determined than ordinary people of the same age.
If the dark wizard really came, Harry thought, she would definitely stand in front of Damian and all the family members - her parents had already stood up for her once, when she couldn't make her own decisions, and this time, She will no longer let any relatives be hurt because of herself.
She wants to be strong, to become a person with "spiritual strength".
Compared with family members, skirts and hairpins are too unimportant.
"I'll remember," Harry nodded, "I'll remember you're all by my side."
Brother Damian's brows still did not relax, Harry jumped off the chair and stood in front of him with his head up.
The moisture on the boy's body still hadn't dissipated, and he watched Harry's movements quietly.
The girl reached out her hand out of nowhere, and gently stroked along the frown between Damian's brows, as if this action could flatten the boy's brows.
"I promise you, if I don't want to take on this responsibility, I won't force myself."
Harley was eerily reassured by the combination of fire/powder and sea salt body wash.
She also saw her own slender shadow under the lamp, like a big girl, Pingpin Tingting, standing next to the shadow of brother Damian.
Damian blushed a little, he thought it must be because the study room was not well ventilated.
The girl's slender fingers touched his eyebrows, this simple action made him sigh softly involuntarily.
"It's time for you to sleep." Damian pulled Harry's hand resting on his forehead, and resumed his usual indifferent tone, "If you don't sleep, Ah Fu will definitely scold you."
Harry withdrew his arm, looked at the big clock next to the bookshelf, and stuck out his tongue, "It's already this late?"
While clearing the desk, she asked Brother Damian, "Are you going to sleep in the mansion today? Grandpa Afu will be very happy."
Harry's movements froze for a second, "Grandpa Alfred hasn't seen anyone in recent nights, and so has Uncle Bruce."
"It seems to be the same for a few days last week." Harry bit the penholder, turned to ask Damian who was standing aside, "Do you know what they are up to at night?"
Damian suddenly looked defensive. After turning his head to look at his watch, he stepped forward to help Harry stuff the books into the schoolbag indiscriminately, then took Harry's arm and walked out of the study, saying righteously, "Good boy! Go to bed when the time comes, don't worry about what adults do at night."
Harley didn't even have time to refute, so she carried her schoolbag, was dragged upstairs by Damian's brother, and was dragged outside her room.
She was full of question marks, she didn't know why the little brother who was gentle just now suddenly became so irritable.
Damian saw her stunned outside the open room door, raised his arms, and said in a stern tone, "What are you waiting for? How old are you? Do you still need Ah Fu to coax you to sleep?"
"Hey!" Harry protested, puffing out his cheeks, "Why are you so weird?"
"Of course I don't need Ah Fu to coax you to sleep!" She waved her small fists, filled with righteous indignation, "Besides, I'm 8 years old! I didn't do anything to offend you! I didn't say I wouldn't sleep! Why are you so fierce all of a sudden? !"
Damian choked, he thought about it, Harry seemed... really innocent... It wasn't her fault that the Bat-family's little activities at night needed to be hidden from her.
He looked at the little girl who turned her face away, her face rounded with anger.
Coaxing girls or something, Damian is the worst, he would rather go to the death knell, really.
What words or actions can help a child feel secure at bedtime?
This kind of knowledge is too unfamiliar and high-end for Damian who has been trained as the heir of the League of Assassins.
In his dusty memory, there seems to be a vague picture—that was when he was not old enough to hold a knife, and his mother used to treat him as an ordinary baby in this limited time.
Every night, he can get a goodnight kiss from his mother on the forehead, which makes him sleep soundly.
So Damian bent down, took advantage of the girl's unpreparedness, and kissed her forehead, the lightning scar.
"...it's a goodnight kiss...and an apology, whether you need it or not."
The girl was no longer angry, and now she touched the place on her forehead where Damian had kissed, and stared at him blankly.
"...I shouldn't be so fierce, Ah Fu and Bruce have something to do at night...they will definitely tell you someday in the future", afraid that he didn't express clearly, Damian added.
"Go to sleep, Ah Fu said, you won't grow taller if you don't get enough sleep."
The once manic little Robin could say such gentle words, Damian felt that he must be possessed by that guy Grayson.
Harley seemed to be still immersed in the shock of being sent a goodnight kiss just now. She nodded awkwardly, turned around, and closed the door, not forgetting to say "goodnight" through the crack of the door.
Damian was very satisfied with his ability to coax the children.
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Harry didn't know what a "good night kiss" was. Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce didn't do it, and Sister Barbara only kissed her own face, not when she was going to sleep.
Maybe Mom and Dad once lulled themselves to sleep with a "goodnight kiss"?But Harry sure didn't remember.
She can only define the word from her own experience tonight.But the feelings of that moment were too complex for Harry to sum up.
Brother Damian's lips were soft, and they fell gently on her forehead, if she remembered correctly, that was where her scar was.
This action made her feel a kind of tenderness and intimacy that she had never felt before.
Like "accepted", like "home".
She had long forgotten how fierce brother Damian was once.
Harry tossed and turned on the bed, and she had insomnia after sleeping with the pillow on her head.
Half-dream and half-awake, Harley seemed to hear movement in the kitchen downstairs. She wanted to resume sleep, but the disturbed drowsiness ran away like a deer frightened by gunshots.
She sat up, intending to find some water to drink.
At this time, the sound of the kitchen became more obvious, there was the clanging of kitchen utensils, and the faint sound of speech. In the quiet mansion, if you pay attention, it is still very obvious.
Harley's curiosity was aroused. She could feel that Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce had secrets. She was a good girl and didn't want adults to worry about her. She was not a person who asked the truth.
But today, with such a good opportunity, Harley couldn't resist the temptation.
She threw off her slippers and stepped barefoot on the carpet in the hallway and stairs. The little girl didn't weigh much, so there was hardly any sound.
There was a ray of light at the door of the kitchen, and Harry touched the door, only slightly sticking out half of his head.
She saw Grandpa Alfred, wearing a blood-stained surgical gown, pouring milk for Uncle Bruce sitting at the makeshift small dining table.
Uncle Bruce only showed his back to Harry, and Harry could only see that his bare/exposed upper body seemed to be wrapped in bandages...
The shocking blood stains on Grandpa Afu's surgical gown made her subconsciously grasp the door frame tightly.
"You should stay in bed immediately." Grandpa Alfred put down a plate of biscuits and said to Uncle Bruce.
His voice was full of disapproval, and this tone could make Harry put down whatever he was doing and listen to him obediently.
"It's all flesh and blood," said Uncle Bruce hoarsely. "There's nothing your biscuit can't heal."
"I feel that my medical skills have been ignored," Grandpa A Fu said with a trace of helplessness, "If your enthusiasm for personal safety can be as picky as you are for food, I will be very pleased."
Regarding this comment, Uncle Bruce just hummed, with an attitude of being immersed in delicious food and unwilling to speak.
"Maybe, Batman will always need a Robin," Grandpa Afu took off his surgical gown and sighed deeply.
He paused for a few seconds, then stopped talking.
"Call Damian back, you know he always wanted to come back."
After saying this, Grandpa Afu stared closely at Uncle Bruce in front of him, as if he would not let him go unless he heard a positive reply.
Uncle Bruce clapped the biscuit crumbs in his hands, the muscles in his shoulders flexing in the light.Harry saw that his hair also seemed to be stuck together with a blood clot.
"Damian on Titan is obviously happier and more mature, and he needs the company of his peers."
"I'm deep in Gotham, and I can't let this city drag my son down, at least not now."
The author has something to say:
*About the age issue mentioned by the little angel, it’s like this... DC comics and animations have been verified so that I’m going crazy, and the editors themselves don’t follow the settings. The comics are based on what is needed in each period of the comics (the "timeline is a pot of random stew" is also added in the copywriting), so for the convenience of love and plot, I set Mr. Mi to be 11 years old (Mr. The character is new52), thank you for your support~