novelraw Chapter 210 The Hair at Fingertips
Chapter 210 The Hair at Fingertips
"That's a good idea," Bruce bypassed Damian, and took a bottle of energy drink for himself from the refrigerator, "What about the guests, who are you going to invite?"
"That's definitely a problem. I wanted to have a surprise party, the kind where a bunch of people shout 'surprise!' when Harry comes home unconscious," Damian said, frowning. "But Halle's friends need her to write a letter to invite her. I really don't know who Halle wants to invite. I don't want to just invite a bunch of Titans. This is Halle's party after all."
"I know she wants Sirius to come." Bruce leaned against the refrigerator, advising his son.
"Look, I didn't think of this person at first!" Damian spread his hands. It's really much harder to please a girlfriend than to catch a criminal. "My thinking is completely limited to those of my peers."
Looking at his son's broad back in a white shirt, the guilt that lingered in Bruce's heart became more and more intense - he said that "guilt" might be serious, but this feeling of "guilty" prevented him from facing it calmly.Bruce did hide a lot of things from Damian, this was his habit, and he also thought it was all for Damian's good, but... this time, he believed that Damian had the minimum right to know.
In all fairness, Harley's actions this time are actually nothing, they are all for the mission and saving those abducted girls.But Bruce compares his heart to heart, Serena's mystery and self, and her behavior of dissociation between men for the sake of profit, sometimes really drives him crazy.And she often put herself in danger, and she didn't think it was necessary to tell Bruce at all... This made him intolerable.
Even if dancing in a bikini was perfectly fine for the enlightened Wayne man, Damian must have wondered how much risk Harley had ever taken.
His son is obviously much more tender emotionally than him, and judging from the type of girl he identified as Harley, he is the kind of child who craves a sense of security.
"Damian, I need to tell you something..."
Bruce's confession is interrupted by Halle appearing at the kitchen door. "Hi Damian! You're back!" she whispered in surprise.
The girl was wearing a simple white T-shirt and gray sweatpants - Damian's old clothes when he was a child - a bath towel was draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair with purple highlights was dripping.
Damian stood up, walked around the small dining table, and hugged Harry.God, he missed this feeling so much. "I called you tonight and you didn't answer," he said into Harry's steaming, grape-scented hair.
"Because I'm on a mission." Harry put a stick on Damian's chest and closed his eyes.
"What task?" He let go of Harry. After all, his father was behind him, so he didn't dare to hug her for a while. "Also, why is your hair purple?"
Bruce puts down the water bottle, Damian needs to know...
"You guys are chatting in the kitchen, Harry, remember to drink some water. I'm going...to find Ah Fu."
Bruce would never admit it, he suddenly didn't dare to face Damian.He's just embarrassed, um, sorry.
"What happened? I always feel that something is wrong with my father today." Damian frowned slightly as he watched his father disappear into the background of the kitchen door.
"I was in Poland a few days ago, and... it was very complicated. In short, I sneaked into a trafficking ring of underage girls as a victim." Harley raised her head proudly and said to Damian: "I and the bat Xia got the evidence of the villain tonight! The hair is also used to hide his identity,"
Damian's frown deepened, this kind of undercover operation was never an easy task.He was quite surprised that his suspicious father would trust Harley so much. Did he always underestimate the girl?
"Come here, the back of your neck is..." He took off a small piece of colored foreign matter from Harry's skin, and twisted it on his fingertips, "What is this, glitter?"
"Didn't wash it?! Too much? Damn, it's so annoying." Harry pulled the collar of the white T and asked him to help check his back.
Damian cleared his throat, and quickly glanced at the kitchen door, Ah Fu, don't show up at this time...
"I'm dancing on stage so I can get close to Penguin's men."
With the most serious expression and attitude, Damian pulled off the collar of Harry's white T-shirt, and helped Harry check the glitter powder remnants on his back.Almost unable to control the trembling of his right hand, he squeezed a piece of glitter powder from the top of Harry's waist.
"This is the last piece." He wiped the paper towel on the table, "I have a hunch that the dance you're talking about is not... a simple dance."
"Pole dancing and lap dancing."
Damian: "..."
He finally understood why his father ran so fast just now.
However, Damian is very puzzled, why do you think of him as a narrow-minded person?Harley, this is also...a mission requirement.What he could understand - other than wanting to kill every man who'd seen Harley dance - he totally understood.Look, how well he understands righteousness.
"You...don't speak, are you angry?"
Damian shook his head, pulled a smile, and took Harry's hand out of the kitchen, toward her room. "Not at all, not at all. Come, tell me the story of the adventures of the female Robin in Poland. I will listen to it while drying your hair. It's getting late, and you should go to bed."
In front of the dresser in the girls' room, Halle sat in a chair, her thick long black curly hair hanging down the back of the chair.
"I'll dye them back tomorrow," Harley yawned. She had been tense for nearly ten days, and tonight she was finally able to relax.
Damian blows Harry's hair slowly on low, like he's in no rush.
Harry couldn't help closing her eyes, and Damian walked with his hands inserted in her hair, the touch from his powerful hands could be so gentle.
No one had touched her hair so gently and thoroughly before, and she certainly didn't have the opportunity to be caressed by her mother like this when she was a child.After coming to the Wayne Mansion, out of gender avoidance, Harley has a mature self-care ability, and of course these encounters are even more impossible.
Harry thought greedily, she was willing to go on like this forever.
She might be a little bit...skin-to-skin hungry?
Harry's breathing became even, and he spoke back and forth.She told Damian how she blended in with poor girls in Poland, then pretended to be seduced by toothpick Ethan's human traffickers, boarded a boat to the United States, and then how she won the stage with her dancing. Chances of the stage, and in the middle, Uncle Bruce's safehouses hiding all over Poland and Gotham helped her a lot.She spoke very simply and straightforwardly, like a running account, but Damian could imagine how dangerous it was.
In a few minutes, she fell asleep leaning against the chair.
After Damian dried the girl's hair thoroughly, he carried her to the big bed in the bedroom and covered her with a thin quilt.After checking the temperature on the thermostat, step out of the room.
This series of actions is simple and pure.
He found his father and Ah Fu who were packing up the kitchen utensils in the kitchen.
Ah Fu seems to have looked at him a few more times?Is it an illusion?
"I made supper, Master Damien."
Damian sat down at the table and picked up the milk glass, "Harry is asleep."
"I know." Ah Fu nodded, "Otherwise she must be the first one to come to the kitchen when she smells the fragrance."
"It's already two o'clock in the morning, go to bed, Ah Fu." Father asked.
After Ah Fu left, Damian cleared his throat to call his father's attention.
"There's nothing I can't accept about Harley's mission. Father, you don't have to be nervous," Damian smiled. "Of course you already knew about it through the bugs left in the kitchen."
"You found out."
"Of course." Damian pouted, showing his trademark arrogant smile.
"Harley... is not my vassal, she is an independent person, she is a Robin. Her tasks and actions do not require my approval. At least as Damian, I have no right to restrict her .And as Batman, I admit that if it were me, I might not be able to give her the task so simply like you. This is my shortcoming. It is indeed reasonable for you to take back the Batman uniform." Damie Ann dissected herself.
"Anyway, I'm proud of her knowing she's done such a difficult solo mission," he concluded.
Bruce didn't reply for a while, his son's analysis was in place, he didn't need to add anything, so he just nodded.
"As for the pole dance and lap dance, I just ask her to do it for me once, no, many times. There will be opportunities in the future. Oh, I don't provide Harley with the pole yet, let her dance around me." Damie Ann smirked.
"You boy..." Bruce smashed a biscuit on Damian's head, "There are too many details! I'm also Harry's father! I don't need to know this!"