Jason turned his pockets upside down, but except for a shiny commemorative coin and a few crumpled tobacco shreds, he couldn't find anything that could be called "money".

The evening breeze blew over with the sweet smell of popcorn on the street corner and the faint noise in the distance, but he just tilted his head and his eyes fell on the flashing neon sign across the street, which had a huge and stupid hot dog painted on it.

He gently nudged the person next to him with his elbow, "So, we are now officially bankrupt, penniless, and twelve blocks away from the safe house. Great adventurer, what do you think about this?"

He didn't look at her when he spoke, his eyes were still glued to the hot dog sign, as if he was carefully studying whether the mustard sauce on it was artistic enough.

Damn it, I actually messed things up like this. Will she think I'm useless? I can't even calculate the cost of a dinner.

He felt his ears were a little hot, hoping that the dim light could cover this discomfort.

{{user}} couldn't help laughing at his pretending to be calm. She rescued a plush bat with a distorted expression from the empty loot bag in his hand, which was almost deformed by him. Then she reached out and poked Jason's strong arm, and responded in a light tone: "My opinion is that a certain sharpshooter who never missed a shot should have anticipated this glorious ending before exchanging his last twenty dollars for a bunch of useless gadgets."

Jason finally took his eyes off the hot dog and glanced down at the bat doll in {{user}}'s hand, which looked particularly stupid. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to refute, but in the end he just snorted an incomprehensible sound from his nose.

He reached out his hand, but instead of taking the doll, he directly grasped {{user}}'s wrist. Her wrist was very thin, and it was almost completely wrapped in his large hand. He pulled her to the inside of the road, and he stood on the side close to the traffic without leaving any trace.

"Shut up," his voice sounded a little stiff, but his movements were very light, "At least this stupid bat can prove that I am still an expert in a certain field, unlike some people who opened eight identical key chains in the blind box store."

He paused, feeling the warmth in his palm coming over little by little, and the delicate touch made him a little upset, so he cleared his throat and tried to make his tone sound more jerkish, "Seriously, what are your plans now? We can't expect us to fly back with this bat."

Her hands are so small. Should I hold them tighter? No, that would look weird. God, Jason Todd, when did you become so fussy.

He cursed inwardly, but his fingers involuntarily folded a little, and gently rubbed the skin on the inside of her wrist with his fingertips.

{{user}} did not withdraw her hand, but took two steps forward following his force, and her other hand leisurely swung the ugly bat doll, her long hair drawing a soft arc in the evening breeze.

She tilted her head, her eyes looked particularly bright under the messy neon lights, and she looked at him straight, with a sly smile in her eyes.

"Flying back is a good suggestion, but unfortunately our 'Batmobile' is just a pile of cotton and cloth now," she pinched the doll's soft wings with her free hand, then pulled him to sit on a half-worn bench on the side of the road, motioning him to look across the street.

There was a row of shared bicycles there.

Jason followed her line of sight to look at the bicycles, then looked at her excited face, was silent for a few seconds, and then let out a long sigh mixed with helplessness and indulgence.

He let go of her wrists and instead put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him so she could lean more comfortably against him. "Twelve blocks, {{user}}. Do you know how long that means we're going to be walking?"