Chapter 4: Reunited with Dad, Little Sister is Home! The story begins...

Sound is an invisible wind that, after passing through the world of electromagnetic data, allows everyone on the other end of the channel to hear it clearly. Almost everyone presses the record button at the same time, except for Dick Grayson, who is even trying his best to suppress the sudden turmoil in his mind.

Dick recognized the voice the moment he heard it. This wasn't entirely based on intelligent deduction, but also on the familiarity that had grown from spending nearly half a month together. Well, of course, it also included longing. However, it seemed that some people didn't really miss him, and he had to admit that he was slightly frustrated.

As for Bruce Wayne himself, upon hearing Enid blurt out his real name to Batman, alarm bells went off in his mind. His gaze, though seemingly obscured by the obstruction, seemed to conceal its sharpness, and his voice became even deeper.

“I will notify Bruce Wayne to come pick you up.”

After saying that, Batman connected with the troublemaker's channel and asked her to come and watch over the little girl, not only because of the suspicious surveillance, but also because Gotham's nights were not a good place for a seemingly fragile little girl to be alone, even if she had a wolf with her.

Enid stopped herself from asking what she wanted to say. Her magic clearly told her that the bloodline pointed to this person. But why was he standing here? However, she quickly realized that this was perhaps a story about not being able to tell others one's identity. So she shut up.

"Hey girl, you're Bruce Wayne's daughter, right? I'm the troublemaker, nice to meet you. You don't seem to like him very much?"

“My name is Enid Niaf Grady.” Enid pursed her lips. She wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions, so it wasn’t surprising that she was caught. “My mother told me that he doesn’t like me very much, so… But don’t worry, I’m just here to get the money. I’ll leave as soon as I get it and I definitely won’t bother you.”

In reality, Enid doesn't really need money, but... in the severely damaged forest, she can only preserve the very center of her inner world, which was bestowed upon her by the gods. There is much else that she cannot protect. Rebuilding this place requires a lot of energy, as well as other things, but it seems that these cannot be obtained directly.

The teacher once said that these items with special energy all require money, and she had no money at all.

"Looks like this is your first time in Gotham, right?"

“Yes, I was riding with Serd, yes, that’s her,” Enid pointed to the gray wolf beside her. “Serd brought me here. We walked for a while, and she led the way for a while. It took about three or four days to get here.”

She wasn't lying. The troublemakers could obviously see that she looked travel-worn. In fact, the oracle had just activated the surveillance system. It was clear that Enid wasn't familiar with the surveillance, and all her movements could be easily traced. So they saw that she had only drunk water, and it was rainwater.

Of course, they found more than just that; they also found Mary Reid Niaf Grady—in Bruce's list of women he had been involved with, and she looked a lot like Enid.

The troublemaker was about to say something when a speeding car interrupted her; it was Bruce Wayne.

He arrived quickly, with a smile on his face that seemed to be the kind most commonly seen on television and in magazines—a way of trying to appear friendly. After getting out of the car, he looked at Enid, who was almost exactly the same as when she left, including her position and movements, and remained silent for a moment.

“It looks like your father has arrived, so I’ll take my leave now. Perhaps you could try having a good talk with him. Bruce Wayne seems to like you a lot, and so do I.”

The troublemaker seemed to be a very lively girl, radiating a bright light. Not only her, but Bruce Wayne was too. However, she wasn't sure if what the troublemaker told her was true. Although she had mentioned going to her father when she left, she had also been told many times that her father had many children and his family wouldn't welcome her. She wasn't the child the Wayne family would want; she belonged only to Grady, the future Great Druid.

“Thank you.” But the troublemaker was benevolent; she gave her the prettiest smile possible and then walked up to Bruce Wayne. “Hello, Mr. Wayne. I’ve heard that humans have their own ways of identifying bloodlines. Is there anything I can do for you? Perhaps I should repeat my name, Enid Niaf Grady, and my mother’s name is Mary Reed.”

She tried her best to clearly state her identity, but Bruce, who already knew everything, stood in front of her. In the dim moonlight, he could see an excessively clear sense of unfamiliarity and fear in her eyes.

"Actually, you can just call me Bruce. I really didn't expect you to be so old. Actually, I remember your name. Well, when we were dating, Mary mentioned that she wanted to name her child Enid. I'm so glad to meet you, and I hope you can forgive me for not knowing you existed before. If you don't mind, could you go home first and then lend me some of your blood?"

"OK."

Enid nodded and got into the car with Bruce. The car wasn't going fast, but it was very steady, and it drove smoothly towards Wayne Island. Actually, there were many things Bruce wanted to know about Enid, including about her and Dick. After all, Mr. Grayson only had one person in the family, right?

Bruce wanted to know more about her, so he spoke in a gentle tone: "Perhaps you wouldn't mind talking to me about your life? Or maybe you need something to eat? It's a shame that as a father I don't know what my daughter likes, and I hope she can give me that opportunity."

“Actually, it doesn’t have to be that complicated…” Enid pursed her lips. She didn’t know what to say because she thought that once the blood relationship was confirmed, she could get the money and leave. But… through the rearview mirror and the reflection in the glass, she could see that Bruce’s blue eyes had a gentle light, just like the sky.

His concern was genuine, and even his goodwill was real.

She wasn't unable to answer, but Enid knew it was all just her words, and Bruce Wayne was merely a human without magic. The reality of blood magic was hard for outsiders to believe; they lived in worlds with completely different perspectives, and she should respect the affirmation of others' viewpoints. Well, maybe she was just stalling.

"Perhaps you can wait until it's clear I'm your daughter. Aren't humans often worried about being deceived?"

A note from the author:

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My sister is intuitive, and my dad isn't from a traditional, feudal family! There aren't many misunderstandings; he's just a talkative dad! It's a super family-friendly family!