In Gotham's chilly night breeze, Miaomiao took off her wet coat and, wearing only the gauzy dress made from mermaid silk she had woven herself, found a corner and sat down with her arms around her legs.
I can't go to Pamela. She'll get angry and fight Bruce.
I can't go to Little Croc, either. He already thought I was some rich kid who'd run away from home, and I swore I would never run away! If I go to him now, he'll definitely laugh at me.
Now that I've left Wayne Manor, do I really have nowhere to go?
I never felt lonely when I used to wander around the ocean, but now...
Grrrrr...
Her stomach, which had never known hunger, had no understanding whatsoever of its owner's feelings and kept growling away.
Hungry and miserable, Miaomiao felt even more wronged. Tears welled in her eyes, on the verge of spilling over.
"Who's there? What are you doing huddled up here?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from above her. Miaomiao raised her head, and beneath the faint streetlight, she saw a figure with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.
"It's you?"
The newcomer stepped forward, no longer silhouetted against the light. His handsome, defiant face and the white streak at his forehead reminded Miaomiao that she had met him at the Iceberg Lounge with Damian, but she couldn't remember his name.
Oh, wait. He never told me his name!
Damian called him something back then, but I can't quite remember. I think it was...
"Taotao!"
Jason's face turned sour.
He had only been making his usual rounds through his territory when he spotted a young girl huddled in a corner and came over to ask about it. Only when she looked up did Jason recognize her as