novelraw Chapter 160 'Torture' and bookkeeping?
Chapter 160 'Torture' and bookkeeping?
He didn't use interrogative sentences, he was just stating a fact lightly.
Before Harry had time to refute, he shook his head first, preventing her from saying anything.
He threw away the stick, knelt down on the mat, and stretched out his hand to her.
Harry carefully observed Damian's face, his expression was still calm, and he was not angry with himself.She took his hand and pulled her upper body up with his strength.
The two began to sit opposite each other on the mat, chatting quietly.
"Your focus is not on schooling." Damian untied the wristband on his hand, and looked at Harry with deep green eyes.
Harry hesitated, but finally decided to put her hand on his knee.
"He's always going to try to kill me, especially after I'm resurrected," Harry tried to explain to Damian, hoping he'd understand, "Can't even kill a little girl? The authority between the two will be challenged again—whether it is because of that prophecy or to prove that he has the ability to kill me, he will immediately make up his mind to kill me after learning that I am still alive."
"I don't want to hide anymore," said Harry firmly, "but I promise you, I will do my best to keep myself alive."
Damian sighed, he wiped the sweat from his brow, looking tired-it's impossible for a teenager to be tired from this level of exercise.
He grabbed the girl's hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly.
"It's entirely foreseeable that your life will be in danger and I will suffer every day - but I will support you."
"I'll even help you convince your father, you must be worrying about this."
Harry was speechless for a moment.
"...That's it?" She blinked, "You support me? It's that simple?"
"Am I so difficult to deal with in your heart?" Damian couldn't help crying when he thought of the extremely attractive Harry on the mat just now, who was actually thinking about it nervously, "You even resorted to all kinds of tricks gone."
"Maybe I should pretend to be angry." The corners of his mouth were twisted, but Harry saw a trace of anticipation in his supposedly sinister expression, "See if you will do other outrageous things just to persuade me. "
Harry shrugged, propped himself up, leaned close to Damian's ear, and said softly, "Then I think I can only... turn down the sports bra a little bit?"
"You..." Damian turned his head to stare at Harry, his eyes flickering and intense.
He swallowed, "So, I'm at a big loss..."
"Then... how can I make it up to my boyfriend?" Harry looked back at him, using the most innocent expression.
"Didn't you say...we don't define this relationship?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I've changed my mind."
"Damian Wayne, it's my boyfriend... I like this statement." More than just liking it, just thinking about it, the joy in my heart will overflow.
"Come here..." Damian grabbed Harry's waist and was about to kiss her.
"Wait, I'm covered in sweat..." Harry refused very seriously.
"Me too. And, I don't mind." Damian paused, "Unless you mind my sweat?"
"how is this possible."
Of course Harley didn't mind - the way Damian was sweating in the fight was absolutely stunning.
Contrary to her expectations, Damian's kiss was very gentle and slow, almost reaching a certain "pure" state.
"The trick just now...is nothing like what you can do," Damian asked softly between the kisses, "Honestly tell me, who did you learn from?"
"I... probably learned something from Catwoman?" Holding Damian's shoulder, Harry couldn't help but smirk.
The effect is so good... It seems that the little bat also eats this trick.
"Oh my god... stop, or I will die before you reach adulthood." Damian protested helplessly.
"So you're waiting for me to be an adult?" Harry tilted his head, "What are you waiting for? You're the bad one."
It seems that the word "bad"...inspired Damian, and suddenly there was a sternness in his eyes that made Harry alert.
"You know exactly what I want to do..." Damian grabbed Harry's upper arm, pulled her into his arms with brute force, and whispered in her ear, almost sounding like gnashing of teeth, "you know ...All the 'torture' you are doing to me now, I will pay back twice as much when the time comes."
"Yes, is it... Then, then you have to... keep your account." Harley's face was already red, and she wanted to try to be tough, but even she could hear the so-called "tough" "It's just "strengthening the outside and doing the inside."
Damien's familiar scent enveloped her, making her dizzy.Suddenly, she thought of a question - did she sell herself?
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The request to go to Hogwarts, Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce... Of course they don't agree--
——"Resurrection does not mean that you can despise life!"
——"There will be another time, we can't guarantee that we can bring you back!"
Harry showed all the eloquence and sincerity in his life——
——"Being pushed into the arena is different from walking in with your head held high."
- "If it were you, you would do the same."
——"You have also seen that Voldemort will never give up killing me..."
——"With Dumbledore at Hogwarts, even if Voldemort wants to act, he will weigh it."
The last reason that Halle didn't explain was that she didn't want these dangers that should belong to her to spread to her family in the United States.
Damian did not disappoint Harry, he was also speaking for the girl, even though it made him very depressed and even more uneasy - he vaguely felt that he was sending the girl to the battlefield with his own hands.
——"If she is at Hogwarts...then she can better coordinate with the forces fighting against Voldemort in the UK."
——"We have all lost in the lack of information before. We are separated by an ocean, and we are fighting on our own... Voldemort has only three Horcruxes left, and he must be more cautious. This is when we need to take the initiative. "
——"When you brought her to Gotham 6 years ago, you chose to tell her all the truth and train her, isn't it just for today's war?"
His father looked at him quietly. Damian couldn't understand this expression. Was it disappointment?
"I... I asked Damian to speak for me, Uncle Bruce, don't be angry with him." Harry was the first to be coaxed.
"No, I'm not mad," Bruce says, before he breathes deeply, "I'm just...disappointed in myself. I can't protect you."
"It's not like this..." Harry was anxious, and Uncle Bruce was sad...it was her fault.
Alfred stood by Bruce's side, he leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the boy he had raised, "Master Bruce... Damian is right. Think about what you were doing when you were 14 years old. Maybe, yes Harley, we should also let her go and let her wander in her own world. And we will stand behind her and support her."
"It's like... just like when I let you go..."
Bruce was silent, his eyes deep and unpredictable.
He admitted that Ah Fu's last words had shaken him...
"Give us a day to think about it." He temporarily dismissed the two children with an ambiguous sentence.Afterwards, he looked up at Ah Fu, and Ah Fu's eyes had already made him understand that he would eventually make concessions to Harley...