[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Dick got up early the next morning.

Although he never expected Bruce to wake up as early as him, this did not prevent him from finishing his breakfast as quickly as possible, and then drove out in a bright blue sports car.

——Of course, he has not yet obtained a driver's license and found a substitute driver.

"I'm glad your schedule is getting healthier, Bruce." He stepped on the gas pedal and smiled at Bruce who was standing on the balcony on the second floor, "Remember to go out more often."

Then walked away.

Bruce: ...

Isn't it just being asked out by Ulea to play?

He really doesn't understand the friendship of you big boys, why are you so excited!

He was lost in thought in the exhaust of Dick's long-distance sports car with extremely low carbon monoxide and nitrogen oxide content and extremely environmentally friendly.

"Ah Fu..." He turned around and said, "Do I have any plans for today?"

"There is a shareholder video conference from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am. At noon, you have six invitations to lunch. In the afternoon, Mr. Ramsay invites you to the golf course. In the evening, you have two invitations to dinner." Alfred spoke quickly. Calmly reported a long list of affairs, "Since you are free now, I suggest that you can gradually put more energy on company affairs and socializing, and..."

"Okay, I got it!" Bruce's scalp was already numb after listening to the long paragraphs of matters to be arranged for the announcement ceremony, not to mention the second half of Ah Fu's unfinished speech.

He had already accurately predicted the content of the second half of the sentence, and was sure that he didn't want to hear it!

"I mean...you've pushed them all away for me, right?" Bruce said with a sweet tone and a very rambunctious attitude.

"...Then what else can I do, especially when there is a master who values ​​following two young people shopping more important than family business." Alfred said elegantly and sarcastically.

Bruce who was seen through: "You still know me best..."

……

When Dick found Uriah, the latter was sitting in a coffee shop, scraping the thick and delicate milk froth on cappuccino with a small spoon.

He still had a habitual smile on his face, with reflective glasses on his face, hiding those mutated beautiful eyes.

The morning sun slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shadow of the mottled street trees fell on the small round table in front of him, like a handful of floating gold leaf sprinkled in front of him.

"Morning!" said Dick, with an uncontrollable happy smile on his face, "You look good, it seems that vacation can really relax the body and mind."

"Yeah, especially when someone can do overtime for you," Uriah said with a smile.

The penguin who was still working overtime sneezed.

"The weather is nice today." Dick ordered a croissant and cappuccino, and sat down in front of Uriah.

"Yes." Ulea said, fingers slowly brushing the gold leaf on the small wooden table.

His complexion got better and better, his fingertips had a tinge of rose-like blood, and gold leaf floated across his round nails.

"Looks like the weather in Gotham has been pretty good all this time," he said.

Unlike last month, it was cloudy, smoggy, humid and cold, and the damp cold and biting wind filled every dark alley.

"When I just came here, I saw several secret star churches under construction." Dick said, "Your industry is expanding very quickly."

"Oh...that's not an official church." Uriah took a sip of milk foam and said in a relaxed tone, "You know, recently many Gotham citizens have begun to believe in the Lord and want to join the church, but ..."

"But?" Dick asked.

"It is difficult for most human beings to accept the true appearance of the church." Uriah took another sip of the rich and soft milk foam, squinting her eyes in satisfaction, "So the church has opened up the church construction authorization, as long as the funds are sufficient , and pious people, after passing the review, they can register with the church and build private churches.”

"...Wow." Dick froze for a moment, "Sounds like opening a branch."

"But are you sure you want to talk about work?" Ulea said with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for more than a month, I thought you would want to talk about other things."

His tone was lazy and casual, with a pleasant mood, like butter pudding slowly melting in the sun, paired with refreshing and cold lemon sparkling water.

Dick's blue eyes fell on the milk froth at the corner of his mouth, and he subconsciously reached out and picked up the handkerchief to help him wipe it off, but he stopped in mid-air.

... Is this behavior a little too intimate?

Does Ulea think this is a bit strange?

At the moment when he was stunned, Ulea took the handkerchief very naturally, and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Thank you, is there any residue?"

"...It's gone." Dick felt a little disappointed.

"When I was here last time, I was robbed." Uriah slowly folded the handkerchief and placed it beside the coffee cup and plate. "Those bad days are gone forever."

Looking at the bright sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he smiled and said, "This will become an ideal city..."

Dick looked at his side face, a little dazed.

Uriah always had a smile on her face.

Laughing too much is no different from never laughing at all.

But this time, his smile was different.

On that beautiful face that showed a comfortable warm tone under the sun, there was a gentle smile that made people unable to take their eyes off.

Like relieved, gratified, and like nostalgia.

"Thanks to you, Uriah." Dick said seriously.

He is serious.

He knew that if Gotham didn't have a messenger, and didn't have a Uriah Hart who was completely desperate, then it would definitely not be able to become what it is now in such a short period of time.

Impossible.

A person who has completely fallen into despair, lost all hope, and sacrificed all of himself to foreign gods in exchange for a chance, with such a gentle and kind nature.

How rare is such a person in Gotham?

Countless people have experienced ups and downs and setbacks, blaming others for all their suffering.They don't think about how to make the world a better place and save more people from suffering like this.

They just want to make others like them.

They drag others down the swamp to rot with them.

There are countless lunatics and criminals in Arkham, and they all show this.

"No, thanks to my lord." Uriah said seriously, "If I could have been earlier... maybe she would have been able to see Gotham like this."

A gloomy look flitted across his cheeks, and he seemed a little sad, but the smile on his mouth did not diminish in the slightest.

"It's not your fault, Uriah! You've... you've given enough, you're the one who should be recorded in Gotham's annals." Dick said hastily.

Not comforting, he just expressed his truest thoughts.

Ulea shook her head with a smile, and said softly, "We still have a long way to go."

Dick paused slightly for picking up the croissant on the table.

He suddenly thought of something and asked, "You mean, the old days...?"

Uriah nodded.

"Has the Old One sent anything new?" Dick asked a little nervously.

Ulea shook his head: "That's not true... at least there shouldn't be any in the short term."

"If you need our help, just ask!" Dick patted his chest and said confidently.

The smile on his face was brighter than the sunshine outside the window, like the spring breeze coming from the dark side.

Uriah smiled and said nothing.

Is there anything I can do for you?

The biggest thing you can help is to believe in the Eye of the Secret Star.

Believe in him, become his agent, bear his powerful power that ordinary people can't understand at all, become his sword, his spear, and his halberd, break through all the appearance of chaos, break through the fog and cage of ignorance, and bring civilization The crisis is always suppressed.

For powerful human beings like them, even if they only believe in the Eye of the Mystic Star, they can trigger a short-term outbreak of the tide of belief.

Unfortunately, their souls are too independent.

Knowing that some things cannot be done, but still relying on his frail flesh and blood and the spark of his soul, he bet on a future full of sparks.

Fate is so unpredictable.

Their fate is even worse.

……

And behind the scenes of Uriah's soul, Hawthorne sighed.

Speaking of the substitute... the function of Uriah's body is basically zero.

As an introduction, a messenger who would allow the church to better intervene in Gotham affairs, he has lost its original and only role at this moment.

After this function completely failed, he was just an ordinary human body.Whether it is sanity or anti-pollution ability, it is a completely unsatisfactory level.

The task of vengeance has been completed, and Falcone, as the carrier of the terror of the moon, has completely distorted and died.The city of Gotham has also become better and better. From then on, there will never be tragedies like the Hart brothers and sisters.

Although Hawthorne did not agree with the absolute value of life, at this moment, he had to admit that the messenger was useless.

A representative who is not very powerful and is easily polluted will be a threat to human society.

He needs a better replacement.

So Ulea's visit this time actually meant to bid farewell to Dick.

Because, this is most likely the last time they will meet.

So he smiled and said: "You also know the impermanence of the future and fate, Dick, I have completed my mission, maybe one day, I will return to His embrace and fall into eternal sleep. Nothing is eternal .”

This sentence made Dick frown slightly.

After chewing this short sentence several times, he said in shock: "What do you mean?"

Is that what he meant?

"I mean... I might have to go," Uriah said.

"When you say eternal sleep, tell me that's not what I thought it was," said Dick, clenching his hand on the table unconsciously. "You...you don't mean 'death,' do you?"

Uriah was silent.

Hawthorne was silent.

He didn't know how to explain the fact that the human being Uriah Hart had died long before meeting Batman and Robin.

He also didn't know how to explain the meaning of "death" itself.

He was already immortal, and Uriah was also immortal.

Death is just an appearance.

"You're not telling me...you're going to die, are you?" Seeing that Uriah just smiled and remained silent, Dick's uneasiness spread in his heart, and his unchanging appearance made him feel even more disturbed. People are inexplicably angry.

How could anyone say his own death so lightly?

Perhaps because he was too shocked, uneasy, and even angry, he didn't hide his voice at all, so many people in the coffee shop looked at them in surprise.

Then the voice of whispering sounded, and many people were already looking at Yulea with pity, as if they were looking at a poor little patient who had a terminal illness.

Ulea: ...

Ulea hurriedly tried to calm him down: "It's not death, it's... returning to His embrace."

"What's the difference?" Dick said incomprehensibly.

"..." Yuria was silent again.

The answer to this question is no.

no difference.

At least for Dick, there is no difference.Whether it is the former or the latter, it means that they will never meet again, and they will never communicate again.

He suddenly regretted it.

Is not saying goodbye the best way to say goodbye?

Don't say goodbye, just slowly disconnect like this, and slowly disappear from the other party's life.

Until one day in the future, he will leave this world completely without causing any movement.

Dick's fingers tapped on the wooden table anxiously, and the frequency became faster and faster. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, grabbing Uriah's hand: "Let's go!"

"Where are you going?" Uriah was a little confused.

"Go to my house!" Dick said, "I'll take you to check the information, I don't believe there is no way to get you out of that star nest!"

Ulea was slightly taken aback, then smiled helplessly, half touched and half funny in her heart.

"Don't you want to go shopping?" Ulea said, "I still want to buy something to eat..."

"What do you want to buy? I'll have someone deliver it to Wayne Manor!" Dick said.

Ulea: "..."

Damn capitalism!

"Let me settle the bill first!" Uriah said helplessly, Dick stared at him, and then let go after a moment.

Ulea hurriedly went to the waiter behind the counter, and Dick followed behind him with an ugly expression on his face.

He looked at Uriah's thin back, and after the initial confusion and anger faded away, only anxiety and uneasiness remained, as well as being at a loss for the unknown future that was still a fog.

Gotham changed for the better.They all have bright futures.

What about trusted messengers?

The Eye of the Secret Star seemed to have saved him, but in fact it was the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and it might take his life away at any time.

The cashier glanced at Uriah, then at Dick, hesitated, and said, "Sorry, I heard your conversation just now, so I would like to ask, did something bad happen to you?"

Like terminal illness or something?

Ulea pointed to herself: "Are you talking about me?"

The clerk nodded: "Although I may be talking too much, but... my mother was also found to have advanced gastric cancer last month. I also felt that the sky was falling."

Dick was slightly taken aback, and said subconsciously: "Oh, we...we are very sorry."

The clerk waved his hand: "No, it's not that bad—I mean, if you're interested, I have another method here that might work."

Dick asked, "What... how?"

There was a sudden frenzy in the clerk's eyes: "Pray to the eye of the secret star! When I was desperate, I tried to ask him for help, and he really gave me mercy. My mother's condition has begun to improve, doctor They say it's a miracle!"

Ulea: "..."

Dick: "..."

"So, what I mean is!" The clerk looked at Uriah and Dick enthusiastically, "Have you ever tried to pray to him? It will really be useful, the gods are always watching us, don't despair or be overwhelmed , He will save us!"

Dick's face suddenly darkened.

……

The two left the coffee shop in a slightly awkward silence.

Dick walked on without a word, thinking more and more angrily as he walked: "Will he save us?"

Uriah looked up at him.

"He saved so many people who had nothing to do with him, but he refused to save you? Anyway, you have worked for him for so long!" Dick said, "Bruce will give you five dollars a week, how about you? You have nothing , you might even lose your life!"

What kind of god is this?Pooh!Black-hearted boss!

Hawthorne: "Embarrassing, how do I explain this matter, it's over, my reputation seems to have deteriorated again..."