novelraw Chapter 64 Oranges and Batarangs
Chapter 64 Oranges and Batarangs
To Dick's brother's "warning", Harley replied, "If you can do it, so can I."
This is not ego or self-confidence, this is factual logical reasoning.
She will always be able to live up to their expectations in the end - and if not, try a little harder, a little harder.
Dr. Leslie finally eased the restrictions, allowing family members to visit Damian in the nursing unit.Harley, who had bathed and changed clothes, was standing by the hospital bed, looking at Damian, who was in bandages and covered with sensor devices all over his body, and Harley wanted to tell him the good news.
What do the numbers on those displays mean?For the time being, she can only understand that one of them is an ECG monitor, and the pulsating broken line on it is a heartbeat-thank God, still tenacious.
He just closed his eyes and lay unconscious in front of Harry; his lips were white, and his body was scattered with small scars-Grandpa Alfred was right, this is the medal that life bestows on us.
Harry remembered that Damian had been resurrected four years ago, and the older scars probably disappeared together by then, so these are all new additions in the past four years?
Behind the Wayne mansion, the family cemetery at the edge of the woods still retains the tombstone that once belonged to Damian and was broken by Uncle Bruce.
Because he who is sleeping now can't resist, this is the first time that Harley can observe him in such a detailed and unrestrained way - he should be 14 years old this year, under the still short hair, the contours of his face are becoming more and more Obviously, there must be amazing strength hidden in the gradually increasing muscles of the body.
It was only then that she realized that certain angles, certain details, how similar Damian and Uncle Bruce looked, but he was still different.
For the first time, the young man who was always energetic and seemingly omnipotent looked so weak and powerless.
Harry felt his eyes sore, his vision began to blur, and he couldn't hold back his tears.
She really hoped that Damian would wake up now, even if she bickered with her.
Probably a certain god really heard her call, Damian's eyelashes moved slightly, and the next moment, a pair of familiar green eyes met Harry's gaze with calm inspection.
The training of the League of Assassins goes deep into the flesh and blood. Damian Wayne, an excellent assassin who meets once in a century, will definitely not smile gently when he wakes up and finds someone next to his bed.
A qualified assassin should reveal the weapon under the pillow before seeing who it is, and make the unknown person beside the bed lose his mobility within two seconds.
Of course, Dr. Tompkins would not put bat darts under the pillow of the hospital bed. While Damian reached out and fumbled quickly, he finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was his good sister Harley who had no blood relationship.
So if it wasn't for him being injured and lying down now, Harry would probably have to fight Damian a few tricks.
He relaxed his stiff neck, fell back onto the pillow, and pressed the button beside the bed to fold the fully automatic hospital bed to a suitable angle—this way he could half sit up, and he didn't like talking to people while lying down.
Damian quietly cleared his throat to make sure that his voice would not be hoarse before speaking slowly. What should he say?
"You're back."
This is nonsense.
Harry was a little surprised, Dr. Leslie clearly said that Damian would not wake up for about three or four hours... But this is him, the always unexpected Damian Wayne.
In response to her previous prayer, Harry felt that bickering was absolutely necessary.
"How can I miss your rare and miserable appearance."
Even though she said so, she felt that the tears in her eyes hadn't been suppressed in time - she could only frown, curl her lips, and squeezed out a smile that must have looked very weird...
It feels like a long time has passed since the last time I saw her, especially the recent incident... It made Damian feel a little dazed when he saw Harley again.
She looks a little bit different, so farewell... 2 months or 3 months?She no longer seemed to be the girl who was always following him—had she grown taller or tanned?Damian couldn't say what had changed that made him think so.
Maybe, maybe, it's because the magical world is where she really belongs?
This thought made him feel a little stuffy, and he thought it must be because of being shot in the chest.
He was relieved to see her when he opened his eyes.
The last thing he needed right now was Grayson's preaching, or Pennyworth's calm babbling—it seemed that the words were wrong, but every sentence hit his weakness after twists and turns.
He remembered that Jason once commented that the old butler's words sounded like an ambiguous chicken soup note in a fortune cookie.
He didn't even need to look at Drake's self-blaming eyes—it wasn't anyone's fault that he got hurt, and he could only blame himself for his incompetence.
Damian didn't reply to what Harry said just now, it's not that he doesn't want to bicker, he just thinks that the time now should be spent on things that are more calm and beautiful than bickering - such as enjoying the tranquility, such as watching the lights in the nursing room on Harry's hair A faint halo reflected on the surface.
Perhaps it was because he experienced death again, which gave him a certain divinity in his heart.
Looking at Harley who quietly turned her head away and covered her tears, he thought of a sentence written by Goethe at this moment - Das Ewig-Weibliche, Ziehtunshinan
(Eternal woman, lead us up.)
God, what was he thinking, this girl is only 11 years old.
But she came back, for this home,
"How's the magic school?" Damian smiled at Harry with his mouth twisted, pretending not to see her tears just now, and asked in a relaxed tone.
"It's neither good nor bad." Harry cleared his throat and smiled at him.
"Did they teach you how to eat children? Like how to conjure up a candy house, trick children into it, and then feed them fat and eat them."
"Or teach you how to eat Smurfs? You know, Gargamel or something."
"By the way, do you teachers have hunchbacks like Gargamel? Pockmarked faces and pointed chins?"
"Oh, and maybe they'll teach you how to curse the princess—conjure a spindle that falls asleep when you touch it, plunder the singing voice of the little beauty, boil poison/medicine in a big cauldron to soak a Poisoned apples, or looking into the magic mirror and asking yourself if you’re beautiful—seriously, have you ever asked the magic mirror that question?”
Damian's questions are like a cannonball.
"Stop! Damian..." Harry had to laugh through his tears, what kind of problems are these!
Moreover, the animation images of wizards have always been so bad!
Damian leaned easily on the pillow, with a smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, "And riding a broom, the kind made of old branches..."
Harry nodded seriously and replied, "We do ride broomsticks, and we do boil potions in cauldrons."
Damian froze for a moment, as if he really equated Harley with the evil witch in fairy tales.
Was he imagining himself giggling wickedly while holding up a large spoon, and looking at Smurfette who was bundled aside from time to time?
Harry patted him lightly, "What are you thinking! We're not like that!"
"I'm kidding you." Damian snorted softly, "I'm going to sue Dr. Tompkins for beating me."
"I can't even pat a single hair off of you." Harry rolled his eyes.
The atmosphere between the two relaxed a lot after that.
Harry looked at Damian who was panting quietly, it seemed that just talking had exhausted all his energy, which made her heart twitch.
"Go home, okay?" Harry lowered his tone, "I won't go to magic school again, at least not until the situation in Gotham stabilizes. I will always be with you."
"You're not one to play truant." Damian's voice also lowered to save some effort.
"My name is family education. Your brothers who have received multiple doctorates are enough to teach me."
Harley decided not to provoke Damian with the news that she was going to wear a Robin uniform for now.
Regarding Harry's answer, Damian just nodded slightly. He has never paid much attention to school.
"...do you want an orange?"
"I can peel it off for you."
Not knowing what to do, Halle didn't want to leave the ward immediately. She remembered that Dr. Leslie said that oranges can supplement vitamin C.
"No, that makes me look too incompetent, I don't like it." Damian, who never said what he meant, was uncharacteristically gentle and direct today.
"...Then I can help you sharpen the batarang." Harry spread his hands.
"You can do this."
Is this the first concern of Damian who just woke up?Harry was helpless.
Looking at the girl beside the bed who was playing with bat darts with her head down, Damian hesitated and decided to speak.
This topic will have to be discussed sooner or later, so why not bring it up by yourself, simply and decisively.
"Harry, about my father...you didn't comfort me right away...made me feel..." He frowned, not knowing what to say.
"I know what you want to say, you're welcome." Harry looked up at him quietly.
"But I don't know you that well, Damian, I'm not Queenie... I just imagined that if it were me, I wouldn't want to be forced to talk about something so private with someone when I wasn't ready .”
"Also, I don't think I can handle it better than you..."
The Batcave Nursing Room fell into silence again, and Damian fell asleep again within a few minutes. Harry was gently taking care of the weapons, and no one came to disturb them.
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*There are three shifts, around 5:[-] p.m.Because this chapter is still not fat enough_(:з」∠)_