Kara was confused the whole time, just nodding her head as she listened to Cullen, interspersed with a "uh-huh", "oh", "okay" or something like that.

After a few words, the little girl changed from a Gotham high school girl to the president of a Fortune 500 company.

There wasn't even a need for any handover formalities, and Cullen completed the handover ceremony in a few words. After all, for others, the chairman has always been her, and she has never changed at all.

Suddenly, Kara went from a white eater to the richest one in the entire HISHE café, and Shen You felt a little subtle for a while

"Don't worry, it's not that hard. The secret is to use your super brain. Karen patted Kara on the back and smiled, "I'll take you to see the company before I leave, it's easy." ”

Helena had been glancing in the direction of the doorway from time to time, occasionally glancing at her watch. Despite her seemingly deliberate cover-up, someone noticed her anomaly.

"Who are you waiting for?" Shen You asked.

"What?" Helena hurriedly shook her head, "I'm not waiting for anyone."

"If you were waiting for him, he wouldn't come. But you should know that, too. ”

Helena's expression was a little gloomy.

Indeed, she knew that "father" was not the kind of person who would want to waste his time on something like a Christmas party. She remembers arguing with her mother about it as a child, and the most common thing he said was, "Criminals don't celebrate Christmas."

It's true that Gotham doesn't stop much because of Christmas. That's not to say that Christmas doesn't make a difference, and Batman's fan support group always has its own way of celebrating, throwing all sorts of Christmas-themed whims at Batman, and then bragging to each other in his cell about who had the most creative ideas after being thrown back into Arkham.

Even though she knew that it was unlikely that she would see him at this party, Helena couldn't help but look forward to it, as if she had a fantasy in her heart to see the cloak figure again.

Yes, she knew it wasn't her father. But she just missed him too much.

Cullen patted Hime-you's back as a gesture of comfort, and the latter waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Barry strangely leaned over to Shen You: "What's wrong with her?" ”

"She's Batman's daughter, and she happened to witness her father's death before she was blown into the world." Shen You glanced at him, "What do you say?" ”

The Flash let out an abrupt "ah".

"I see, I suddenly came up with a great idea for a Christmas present!"

Shen You raised his eyebrows, vaguely as if he had guessed what he was going to do.

"Uh, I don't recommend you"

However, before he finished speaking, a circle of golden lightning had exploded in front of Shen You, and the Flash had already turned into a whirlwind and dragged a string of electric lights out.

Of course, he was back before most of the people at the party even had time to notice that he was out.

In his arms is Batman with the princess holding in his hands.

There's even a well-tied bow on Batman's chest that looks like a ribbon, like wrapping him in a beautiful Christmas present.

The moment the door opened, the whole room fell into an eerie silence. Everyone stopped talking about what they were talking about and what they were doing, and their eyes turned to each other. Someone even opened their mouths in shock.

"Click."

Shen You, who had been prepared for a long time, skillfully took pictures.

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Batman looked at the Flash with a cold face.

"Put, I, put, down."

It was only then that Barry suddenly realized that he might be a little under-considered.

If his eyes could kill, Barry reckoned that he would be full of batarts by now.

"Oh! Of course, put it now. ”

He put Batman down. The two stood facing each other, staring at each other in silence until their eyes fell on the funny bow on Batman's chest. The Flash untied the bow at super speed, and then smiled and gave him a thumbs up gesture.

"Bang bang".

It was the sound of Helena breaking a mug.

Her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it was real. Karen smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, girl, you can do it." ”

Helena took a deep breath and walked over to Batman.

Batman glanced at his otherworldly daughter. He vaguely seemed to feel some kind of blood connection, and it was clear that it was only the second time they met, but he felt as if he had known this girl for a lifetime.

"Hey, hey." Helena tried her best to look natural.

"Hmm." Batman snorted.

Helena: "Lately. Are you okay? ”

"Ordinary." Batman replied indifferently as he folded his arms and looked away.

After a moment, he spoke up again, "What about you? ”

"Same."

"Hmm."

Two bats, one large and one small, fell silent side by side, and seemed to be unable to find a topic for a while.

The Flash sneered and whispered, "I know, it's called 'Bat Talk'." ”

Once again, Batman cast a disapproving look. The Flash hurriedly covered his mouth, saying that I am a wooden man, you continue.

As it turns out, throwing two bats together is like two topic terminators colliding, and it's a bit of a difficult day to talk about. But Helena was content with that. After all, the father in her memory was also the type who didn't like words, and the last Christmas before leaving was actually beyond her expectations.

Although someone looks like a daredevil, at one point she even wanted to hug the Flash and kiss him. He is simply the kindest superhero in the world.

Unfortunately, this time only lasted about an hour.

A golden light pierced through the night, striking a huge bat on the snowy night of Christmas.

Batman got up and flicked his cape: "I have to go." ”

Helena was a little lost. But then she said, "Maybe. Maybe I can join you? You know, I was also trained by Batman. I'll definitely be able to help."

But Batman ignored her and continued to walk towards the exit.

It looks like a refusal. Helena sighed softly and didn't speak again.

However, Batman stopped before heading out the door, did not look back, but left a cold word.

"Don't hold back."

Helena's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

Under the bat lamp, Director Gordon lit another cigarette.

"Will he really come?"

Detective Harvey Bullock tightened his coat and looked at Gotham, who was covered in silver under the heavy snow.

"Maybe the bats have Christmas too?"

"He will."

Gordon spat out a smoke ring.

"The criminal is not Christmas, and neither will he. And my gut tells me that we will especially need him in this case."

He looked at the bag of evidence, which contained several blood-stained knives.

The handle of the knife is clearly engraved with the mark of an owl.

(End of chapter)