The seemingly sickly beauty is actually the boss's target, and is attacked by the suspicious and control-freak Batman who is gradually being manipulated.
Shen Qingyan came to Gotham to recuperate. Open a flower shop, teach a few lessons in psychology, carry an endless supply of lime candies in your arms, and follow behind you a snow-white fox. Gentle, quiet, and as pale as porcelain, the red mole at the corner of his eye when he coughs is particularly shocking.
The rainy nights in Gotham are freezing and freezing, but they always close before six o'clock. "I'm not in good health and I'm afraid of the dark." He explained to Bruce Wayne who came to buy flowers, with an impeccable smile.
Bruce looked at the wrist that handed over the bouquet - slender, pale, but with thin calluses left by long-term use of precision instruments. Batman's files record more contradictions: a medicine jar with inherent deficiencies, but when the poisonous fog filled the abandoned dock, an oil-paper umbrella was used to stabilize the leaking reactor, accurately telling the composition and solution of the toxin.
Gotham has no shortage of secrets and dangers. Scarecrows covet forbidden plants from Eastern Europe, and obscene nouveau riche stick their dirty hands to the profiles behind flower shop windows. The Dark Knight of Gotham, on the other hand, has laid a silent web of scrutiny between the sent candies and the Crane Orchid.
The temptation is in the dinner party with beautiful clothes, the confrontation at the pier on a rainy night, in the late night when coughing and panting are taking a break, and in the occasional intersection of eyes and fingertips. Beneath the gentle surface is tempered steel, but the suspicious and controlling maniac gradually loses his armor.
And Gotham's long winter seems to finally have a glimmer of warmth.
Mission: Justice will never be absent