novelraw Chapter 211 Gotham Summer Night (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 211 Gotham Summer Night (Catching Bugs)
Harry was in the bedroom bathroom, dyeing her hair.Damian, who didn't need to go back to the Titan Tower for the time being, combed the remaining black hair for her.
Damian ruined such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.A word he said inadvertently almost caused Harry to paste black hair dye directly on his face.
"What! Uncle Bruce knows about our relationship?"
"I knew it half a month ago? Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"That's why you were stripped of your Batman uniform?"
Harry's questions came like a barrage of cannonballs.
"Calm down, the color will be uneven if you drag it on." Damian took the hair dye from Harry's right hand and covered the last ray of purple for her.
As an important tool for concealing identity, the procedure of changing hair color is no stranger to Damian.He didn't think it was a skill that women should master, he even felt that his hair dyeing technique was much more proficient than Harley's.
"Father has no objection, he is even quite supportive. He punished me just because I...was reckless, and I didn't meet the qualifications to wear that cloak for the time being." Damian put down the hair dye, "It's just that Ah Fu doesn't know yet, Probably... I'll tell him when I get a chance - in your traditional English way, the Jane Austen kind, and you don't have to worry about it."
Harley set the plot of "Pride and Prejudice", imagining the scene where Damian bowed his head to ask Grandpa Alfred to marry her, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"So, can we talk about the birthday party now?" Damian asked softly.
"I don't need a birthday party," said Harley, "and it's at the mansion? What if they stumble upon the secret of the Batcave."
"Batman's secrets will not be discovered so easily. The police and reporters have searched here countless times." Damian replied patiently, "If you are worried, I can rent a hotel, or A nightclub? Hire a top-three DJ, or a singer? Take your pick."
Harry imagined some exaggerated and luxurious parties of those rich and famous ladies, trembled a bit, and let it go.It's not that there's anything wrong with these people's parties, it's just that she wasn't raised like this since she was a child, and she can't enjoy them with peace of mind.
"Let's stay in a big house, a small one is fine." Harley nodded, remembering that she had indeed warmly invited her friends to come to the United States during the holidays. "I will write the invitation letter."
"Thank you, Damian. I'm looking forward to it and very happy." Harry raised his head and showed a sweet smile to her boyfriend.
This smile finally made Damian understand why his father always likes to spend a lot of money on women.
He wondered if buying Harry jewelry would get him that smile too, and he might vacate a store if he did.
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A few days later, in England, at the warm and lively dining table in The Burrow, several children of the Weasley family were opening a letter delivered by a snowy owl.
This snowy owl named Hedwig was almost the most reserved (or arrogant) owl Molly Weasley had ever seen, and it had absolutely no interest in the bread crumbs in front of it.
"You don't have to feed it, Mother," said Fred. "It must be because it eats too well at Harley's and doesn't like your bread."
Hedwig tilted her head, as if dissatisfied with being slandered as a pampered owl, she lowered her head, sniffed the bread crumbs carefully, and pecked at a few with difficulty.
"Mum, Halle invited us to America. Fred, George, Ginny and I, she paid for the round trip - we're flying!" Ron waved the letter in his hand.
"Really? It's expensive." Molly took the letter from Ron and confirmed, "Fred and George are making those weird things for Harry; Ron is her classmate; Then Ginny, don't go, you will cause trouble to others."
"Why?! It's not fair!" Ginny yelled, "Harry Potter is super rich, Mom, much richer than Malfoy, you don't have to worry."
"It doesn't feel good..." Mrs. Weasley murmured.
"Then let's invite Harley to play next summer vacation, so that's all right, Mom?" Ron stood up, took back his letter, and said with a frown, "Do you think Harley's sentence 'Don't trust Gotham Airport' Anyone approaching you, even the police' are you kidding, or are you serious?"
"Don't go if you're afraid, little Ronnie," said George.
"Tch, I'm not afraid..." Ron stretched his neck, "What did you write in your letter?"
Fred reached out and blocked the letter in George's hand, "New orders, and broader opportunities for cooperation—that's all you need to know."
"Didn't you say you're interested in jokes, not weapons?" Ron asked.
"No one will have trouble with money, naive Ron." George shook his finger, "Since we can feed you canary biscuits for money, of course we are willing to make some weapons that combine magic and technology..."
Molly suddenly turned from the stove, holding up a spoon, "Feed Ron a canary biscuit?! What did you do to him again!"
The twins faltered, but at this moment a bald eagle broke in through the window and rescued them-
"Harry's letter again," Ron read. "'Forget what I said about the airport, Grandpa Alfred said he'd pick you up in his private jet.' Is Gotham really... so scary?"
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Harley calls and hears back from Ron, Hermione, and Queenie, who are all coming to her birthday party.It's just that Ron obviously doesn't know how to use the phone. He doesn't seem to understand that soft words can cross the Atlantic Ocean. To make sure that Harry can hear him clearly, he let go of his voice and shouted into the microphone. Deafened.
The only pity is that Sirius didn't have time to come, and he apologized sincerely to Harry with the double-sided mirror.He said he had to go to Regulus - his brother.Find his body and give him a decent burial.
It should be that the dead man told him something before, and Harry hasn't learned these secrets yet, but she believes that Sirius will tell her.
Harley was still on the night watch with Uncle Bruce until the night before her birthday, and Alfred's plane to pick up her friends wouldn't land in Gotham until tomorrow morning.
It was a relatively peaceful night by Gotham standards.After solving several armed robberies and conducting a routine hidden danger investigation around Arkham, Bruce thought that he would focus on inspecting several urban areas where public security has always been bad, and then he could take Harley to call it a day.
Sure enough, on the block next door to Crime Lane, he and Harley spotted an armed robbery.And the male criminal seems to have got the property and is tearing the clothes of the victim young girl with a blade-a typical robbery.So blatant, based on Bruce's years of experience, this guy is probably either drunk or drugged.
For this type of case, Bruce has recently given full authority to Harley to handle it-his own figure is too oppressive, and Harley's gender advantage can comfort female victims to the greatest extent.
Without Bruce's order, Harley had already landed quickly with the help of the rope of the grapple gun, and kicked away the wretched man with glowing eyes, who was slammed into the trash can beside him.
"Are you okay?" After receiving the sobbing nod from the victim, Harley strode towards the robber, wanting to get back the girl's bag, and planned to tie up the wretched man and throw him on the roof of Gotham Police Station .
Under the dim and flickering streetlights, the robber showed a ferocious and sarcastic expression, and Harley smelled a mixture of stinking alcohol and vomit. "You shouldn't have caught me, Robin." He licked his lips. "These women, dressed like this at night, don't they just want to be fucked?"
Harry frowned and stopped in his tracks.In the eyes of the robber, the so-called "dress like this" is just a very common short skirt on the knees, paired with a silk shirt.In the eyes of serious people, this is a dress for a white-collar woman.It's just a little tight, because the victim is a slightly plump girl.
Harley just saw the badge on the girl's body - an assistant in the Asian Marketing Department of a branch of the Wayne Group, which also explained why the victim girl came home so late and the time difference of work tasks.
The company does reimburse late-night taxi rides, but it's not easy to take a taxi in this kind of old town.Moreover, is it 100% safe to take a taxi?
How to define how a girl should dress?Obviously, in the eyes of scumbags, office clothes can become a specific object of lust.
Is it okay to let the skirt go above the knee?Obviously it's not that simple.These bad natured people will still say that your skirt covers your buttocks.
In order to make excuses for their beast/deeds and crimes, the scum may think it's wrong for girls to wear long clothes and trousers.Wrap every inch of your skin?No, these scumbags will still say that your clothes show curves, just to ask men to look and fuck.
This development trend has already happened in human history—in some countries in the Middle East, it is not enough for a large black robe to cover the entire face, and it is wrong for a woman to expose her ankles—all are trigger points to lure men to commit crimes.
To put it bluntly, this is just the "victim guilt theory" used by criminals to shirk responsibility...
Without saying a word, Harry walked over slowly and stepped on the lower body of the wretched man.
The screams resounded throughout the block.
"I wanted you to apologize to her," Harry even rolled his foot a few times, and hissed in a low voice, wishing his voice could be as cold as Professor Snape's, "but you are not even qualified to apologize." No, scum. It's an insult when you open your mouth to her."
She punched the wretched man on the nose, "I'll apply your logic too—I heard you objectify women and discriminate against women, but you just begged to be beaten?"
She stomped the wretched man's lower body again. "You can't control your bird so much, and let it go to the streets to be disgusting, don't you just want to be stepped on?"
"Considering that the Gotham Police Department will take care of your food and use taxpayers' money to find a doctor to treat you. I think it's cheap for you to throw you to Sheriff Gordon." Halle bowed her head, crying The wretched man who begged for mercy threatened in his ear, "I will keep an eye on you. If I catch you again, I promise you that you will bear the third and fourth blows here."
After Harry sent the girl home, she returned to the top floor and found Uncle Bruce who was waiting for her.
"Sorry, Batman, I should have taught him that he shouldn't have hit him so hard." Harry said, the apology was not very sincere, "I think he might need to see a doctor."
Bruce had already learned the whole story through the communicator.His electronic voice has no ups and downs, "I don't understand what you're talking about, I don't see anything."
Harry: "..."