我不会翻译的= =（因为我觉得翻译成中文有些意思就翻译不到了），要看懂，阴笑中，查字典吧！
其实这也没那么难懂………………
不过有几个隐喻而已。摊手。
无聊了写的他俩见面的另一个版本。
When I first met “him”.
It was on his birthday, Bruce Wayne’s birthday, when I first started to truly know him. And the first time I met “him”, feared by Gotham’s underground criminals and changed Gotham forever, The Batman.
The Batman is Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, philanthropist, and a real charm.
I know that only because I had a crush on Bruce ever since I was in high school, when I transferred to his class. There he was, like an angel. His face, no doubt, is the perfect explanation of Prince Charming. I was no different than the other girls in the classroom. All of us had a crush on him at first sight, although things changed when we started talking to him. Every one of us knew what happened to his family, his mother and father. We tried so hard to make an impression on him. Yet his life seemed to be filled with darkness, we all failed. He’s a gentleman all right, but… just… all too gentlemen like. All I can feel when I was talking to him was a cold heart. When he was thinking something, or looking out of the window, he had this terrible aura around him that made me fear.
I should’ve known. That’s how he started becoming the Batman.
Never in my dream would I have connected him with the Batman after he came back from wherever he went.
He dropped out of the college after third year, my dad told me about the tragedy how his parents’ killer had a hearing for early parole and went terribly wrong. The killer died, so did Bruce. Figuratively, of course. I would imagine.
He did disappear, for seven years. I long grew out of the little high school crush. Under my father’s guidance, I inherited his emperor, Miller Cooperation. I hated that. My ideal life would be in a laboratory, with all the equipment and scientists. Well, I got a laboratory, just not for me; I also have several teams of scientists, just not working with them. I have to say, the best time I had was sneaking in the lab, pretending I am the new kid in the lab and tried to work with them. Love how they joke around. I think I am destined to be a chemists or something. Not the head of some kind of cooperation.
Then again, I had no choice. My dad was dying. What else could I do?
My dad passed away soon after I took over the company. I think I did make him happy. At least in his last days, he seemed happy enough.
And he came back.
Bruce Wayne came back, with a charming smile that made every girl in Gotham City want to own this man. This time, he is no more than just a playboy to me, that is, until I finally found out about his other identity.
I thought to myself, how can a person change so much? My question was answered by my father’s black and white photograph, which was hanging in the front wall of living room. How could I blame him? Becoming billionaire playboy seemed to be a logical response to deal with the pain. His company, Wayne Enterprise was not under the best care, it was like Gotham, rotten from the inside. I thought to condemn myself in Gotham, because of what I have caused.
Directly responsible for my father’s death, ironic.
I was the single most loved person in this world, and I didn’t know that till my dad died for me.
Irrelevant.
It was Bruce’s birthday. I thought I should go, at least to say goodbye to the old crush, in silence. No one needs to know this. I just felt like it.
And I did attend the party, and everyone is well dressed, like a ball. Yes, precisely, a ball. Aristocrat’s way of saying: we shall live on forever.
I looked around. Everyone’s smile was so fake, pale, and mechanical. I saw some of my classmates from high school. I wandered if they were here for the same reason? Probably not. He is now the most handsome billionaire in Gotham City, Gotham’s Prince. Rich, good looking, and did I mention rich? How could anyone say no to this man? In Gotham, money and power are the only protection you have. Though, to be fair, even if you have money and power, you still need to worry about losing them one day. And the future for those who did lost powers and wealth? Not so attractive to say the least.
I have to say, I’ve got the same problem. I have to lead a company. In other word, a company is depending on my decisions. One small mistake could ruin everything. These kinds of responsibilities scare the hell out of me. But I have to take it. Have to.
Again, off topic.
After seven years, I finally took a good look at him again. He grew older, like everyone does. His eyes looked deeper and dimmer. I don’t know what happened to him. He seemed worse than ever! That’s the Bruce Wayne billionaire playboy? His mask was so thin, how could anyone miss that? Or maybe, it’s just because I looked like that every day. Maybe. No one has said anything to me about my wellbeing ever since I took over the company. Except John, my butler and my friend. My only friend.
Happiness is nothing but an illusion.
How fitting.
His smile was like everyone else, fake, but his will to pretend was most certainly not. I almost chuckled. I wanted to get close to him and dance with him. I found someone else like me. Someone who pretends, who are willing to pretend, just… not really getting any happiness out of pretending.
The moment I wanted to approach him, someone else grabbed him and his face turned into Christmas lights. And at that moment, I realized, something bad was going to happen. And it did.
He pretended to be drunk and his words, though from heart, he did not mean to upset anyone. He just wanted to get everyone out of his manor.
I have to stay, I have to know, and I have to see for myself. Why is it that when he pretended to be drunk, when he wanted to get everyone out, his eyes shone. He became a fireball. Hot, warm, and burns. My high school crush seemed to come back. I wanted to find out more. So I stayed. And I watched his manor almost turned into his crematorium. Fire, literal meaning of fire, started to make me feel tense. I felt more excited than ever. My blood stirred impatiently in the vessels. I needed to do something. I needed to help him.
The bad guys went away, and I finally had the freedom to help him. He was caught under a log. I woke him and tried to help him lift that log. It was too heavy for me, but not so for him. As soon as he was awake, he lifted it up and rolled over to prevent him from stuck under it again.
“Go to the left, and there is a piano room. Take me to there.” He said.
I followed his instructions, and there, I saw him opening a “clock door”. I didn’t mind it, every household should have that, some kind of safe room, for safety. But what I was about to see, is more than just another ordinary safe room.
There, I helped him bandage himself, and dressed up. There, I saw “him”, I saw, the Batman.
And “there” is not a room. It’s a cave. Batcave.
My heart is revived. There, I realized, whatever I do in the future, it had to involve “him”. The Batman.
第45章 小番外（When I first met “him”.）
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