Chapter 1801: Summer in the Village of Fools (14)
On the 26th floor of the Wayne Grand Hotel, there is the most luxurious and best view restaurant in Gotham, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with an overview of the city skyline, known as the Gotham Eye.
This restaurant is best known for its extremely strict membership invitation system, after all, with Batman's suspicious personality, he will not casually let anyone see the Gotham skyline, and many foodies who want to visit the restaurant have been turned away because of their inqualified status, but the more people scold, the more curious they are about what is in the restaurant of the richest man in the world.
The dΓ©cor of this restaurant is the same as that of Wayne Manor, with a classic style due to the solid ingredients, and Gothic glamour that is unique to Gotham.
The floor is a mixture of black and deep purple marble, each separated by gold threads, the bronze handrail columns are topped by statues of monsters that exist only in fantasy, four large and stout Roman columns support the Gothic dome, the drapery slides down the walls and the sides of the columns, and the sunlight through the slender and sharp Gothic windows is filtered into a gloomy and hazy hue.
Talia had seen the interiors of countless magnificent buildings, but none of them had made her feel so shocked, the darkness of Gotham was not only like a drizzle, but also like an irresistible torrent, and when she was in it, she only felt like a bird fluttering in a dark storm, even if it was unconditionally supported by the wind, it could not be dependent on each other at this moment.
Gloomy, lonely, and independent, this is the dark edge that every old Gotham building pierces straight into people's hearts.
Talia looked up at the Gothic menorahs on the walls, sometimes staggered and overlapping, and felt only her mind shake with the heavy light of the fire.
Bruce Wayne, who sat across from her, was dressed in a very modest sapphire blue suit, and his eyes were blue like a door for the world to get a glimpse of the truth of the dream, and when he looked intently, Talia forgot all about what he had prepared.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, that I took the liberty of extending an invitation to you, but I think we should have a good talk."
Bruce spoke first, straightening his back and cutting through the plate in an elegant, but not overly formal, manner, and said, "Seriously, I didn't expect you to come to this city, it's a rather courageous decision for anyone." β
"I'm here for you." Talia was blunt.
"I'll know when we meet again." Bruce nodded and said, "You've expressed your intentions well, so we'll meet here again." β
"What are you going to talk to me about?" Talia rested one hand on the table and picked up a fork in the other, fiddling absentmindedly with the food on the plate.
In a formal setting, it would be a little rude, but Talia was clearly dressed up today, wearing a starry streamer fishtail dress, with thin suspenders and fishbones at the waist, and the soft silk material of the lower body like flowing black honey, and at the open tail, it was reminiscent of the mysterious undercurrent of the deep sea.
There is no doubt that Talia is a beauty, and unlike most women Bruce has ever met, she knows her charm and polishes it into a razor-sharp blade, without the slightest hint of innocence or weakness, and only wants to show everyone how dangerous she is as glamorous as she is.
It's a very unique temperament that makes it hard to take your eyes off her, and Talia has always adhered to a principle, aggressive appearance, which can be a good way to filter out those who only covet her beauty but don't dare to bear her danger, so far, Talia is satisfied with Bruce's gaze.
Most people used to look at her with a kind of cowardly lewdness, but when she looked back, they looked away like ghosts, and wanted to tear their faces off so that the crazy-looking woman wouldn't bother them.
But Bruce's gaze was one of pure appreciation, and there was some very pure curiosity, not an aggressive snoop, but mere curiosity.
Talia wanted to be more blunt, she thought it was time to ask Bruce for an answer, it would be better to be able to get his favor and make him a subordinate of the skirt, but if not, it would be okay to just get his genes.
But just a second before Talia could speak, Bruce said as if he had pinched the time, "I haven't brought any female companions here, because this restaurant has a special meaning to me, and you should have been to Wayne Manor, right?" β
This succeeded in arousing Talia's curiosity, so she nodded and said, "Yes, I see the connection between the two locations, they are decorated in a similar style. β
"Because it was all built by my parents." Bruce looked up, rolled his eyes and looked around the ceiling, and said, "In their time, this style was popular for a long time, and after they got married, they first moved the Wayne Manor in the West End to the South End, and updated the decoration style, and then built the Wayne Hotel in the same style. β
"I don't know how to describe it." Talia also turned her head to look at the deeper darkness behind the candle flame, which was a bit like a little lonely loneliness, and it seemed like a terror that was threatening something.
"It's not like the style of dΓ©cor that newlyweds would choose, I had the same question when I first came here as a child, and they gave me the answer that it was the style they chose after discussion, and they liked it."
Talia turned her head back and looked at Bruce's blue eyes again, which suddenly filled with sincere apologies.
"I'm sorry I took such a big detour, but what I want to say is, maybe that's what family is all about, and the great thing is that when they decide something together, they see in each other the courage to go through all difficulties together, and people call it love."
"It's very different from the hormonal shock they first received from each other's looks and family background, if you choose family, it's like throwing a candle from a candlelit dinner into the fireplace, giving up a night of romance in exchange for long-term warmth and tranquility."
Talia didn't realize how long she had been staring at Bruce, and when she spoke, it wasn't the ambiguous flirtatious kind of she was good at, and there was some uncontrolled thought in the words.
"So you've already thrown the candle in?"
"It's the price you have to pay for making a choice." Bruce looked intently into Talia's eyes and said, "I used to be tempted by countless stunning colors like you in my skirt, and I was equally attracted by gaudy and vivid, chasing a cat over the city regardless of the cost. β
"But what really made me choose was that she jumped from the sky first, from the freedom and pleasure to dive headlong into the difficult chores, she didn't like to take care of children, she just liked me."
"I am a god to anyone who has to give me a little love from my already scarred life, and I am the same to you, ma'am."
Talia looked back at Bruce as if insulted, and asked in a ridiculous tone, "Why do you think I'm as strapped as that thief girlfriend of yours?" We're two kinds of people! β
"Really?" Bruce put a piece of okra in his mouth and frowned slightly at its sticky texture, but he stretched his eyebrows and said, "You don't have a lot of choice, ma'am, if I don't choose to respect you, but openly reject you in a rather nasty and insulting way, can you still convince yourself that you slept with me in order to get revenge on me?" β
"You know you can't." Bruce interrupted Talia's retort and said, "You know very well that in a patriarchal society, no matter how you stare at me, you can't stress me, whether your purpose is to steal my genes or whatever, people will just think you're a slut." β
Talia clenched her fork tightly, and she stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "I don't care about ......"
"But I have to think about my reputation and that of my daughter." Bruce continued to bow his head and cut food, he said: "I have chosen a family, I must think about every member of the family, because of the existence of a patriarchal society, part of the moral pressure I am subjected to will inevitably flow to my wife and daughter, for adults, this is just another affair for me, but Aisha has just entered elementary school this year, and the children will magnify their incomprehension into greater malice, and I must completely avoid such incidents." β
Talia began to get confused, she didn't fully understand what Bruce was saying, and the main thing she didn't understand was family.
The jewel of the Assassin League's palm has made sense of most of the world's events with unimaginable talent and perseverance, but if you have to find a gap, it may be family and family.
Her mother was killed when she was a child, so she only remembers her father, but she only remembers his father Lei Xiaogu with endless brutal training and orders for all kinds of difficult tasks.
Thalia has not experienced any normal family affection, and has no understanding of the human social unit of the family, most of the killers of the Assassin League come from orphans cultivated by Lei Xiaogu around the world, and they have no concept of family, so this topic did not appear in the first half of Talia's life.
When she needed to speak the most, Talia came across a topic that made her mind blank the most, she had only seen the most typical American blue-collar families in magazines, and she didn't know if it was normal, so she couldn't even say a few joking jokes.
"You love your daughter so much." Talia said dryly.
"And I'm amazed that your father would instruct you to do such a thing." Bruce looked up at Talia and said, "Usually a father would do his best to keep his daughter from having such a reputation, and even if there was even a slight tendency to do so, they would immediately grab a gun and blow that bastard to smithereens." β
"I ......" Talia hesitated, but said, "It's not his order, I'm just ...... Need your help. β
"Why do you want my genes?"
"I need a descendant."
"Then why do you need offspring?"
After a moment of silence, Talia rolled up her long hair on one side with one finger and said, "I am the daughter of the demon, and I have the blood of the demon Thunder Gu flowing from my body, they say that it will give me great strength, but it is not strong enough. β
"Not strong enough for what?"
Talia was silent for a long time, not thinking, but looking very resistant to answering the question.
And Bruce uttered her tangled answer: "You are not strong enough to create a new order for this world, you are not strong enough to influence the history of humanity as a whole, so you want you to have a descendant who is strong enough to rule humanity and shape history." β
As soon as Talia's eyes met Bruce's, she heard Bruce say, "Because your father is never satisfied with you, he is never satisfied with his progress in changing the world, he is always longing for an end, and you desperately want to give him an end in order to end this torture." β