Jason held the weird bat doll in his arm, put his other hand in his trouser pocket, leaned against the mottled brick wall behind him, and looked at the flashing neon sign across the street without saying a word.

He exuded an aura of "don't bother me" all over his body, as if he wanted to blend himself into the shadows of Gotham's night to digest the fact that the two of them had spent all their money and were trapped twelve blocks away from home with hungry stomachs.

{{user}} looked at his pretending to be deep, held back a smile, and took out the phone from his pocket. The dim light of the unlocked screen illuminated her small face. She calmly flipped through the address book, her fingertips gently sliding on the screen.

"What are you doing?" Jason's voice came from the side, with a little impatient hoarseness, but his eyes still didn't turn around.

{{user}} didn't answer immediately, but pressed the call button, put the phone to his ear, and said in a light tone: "Good evening, Alfu, I hope I didn't disturb you. Well... Jason and I encountered a little trouble outside."

When he heard the name "Alfu", Jason's shoulders stiffened for a moment. He finally turned his head, his blue eyes stared at {{user}} under the dim street lights, and his brows were twisted into a knot. He lowered his voice and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Are you serious?"

Damn, why would she want to call Alfu? This is not much better than asking Bruce for help directly. Soon the whole Wayne Manor will know that I can't even afford a dinner.

{{user}} winked at him playfully, and then continued to speak to the other end of the phone in a sweet and gentle voice: "Yes, we are at the corner of Seventh Avenue in the East District, the place with the graffiti wall on the corner. Our budget has a little unexpected deficit. If it is convenient for you, can you come and pick us up? Oh, by the way, if there happen to be cookies you just baked in the car, it would be even better."

Jason was completely speechless. He watched {{user}} hang up the phone easily, and there was even a trace of joy on his face that he expected the snacks to be delivered on time, as if they were not two penniless unfortunates, but were making a unique outdoor picnic reservation.

He ground his back teeth, and finally only made a short and meaningless sound from his throat, turned his head back, and re-studied the billboard that was about to fall off.

He would rather face ten gangsters with guns than face Ah Fu's eyes that understood and were a little loving and teasing.

"Don't worry, I told him we were doing an 'extreme challenge of urban survival', and he appreciated our spirit of exploration." {{user}} put away his phone, walked to his side, leaned against the wall like him, and gently touched his arm with his shoulder.

Jason snorted in response. He didn't expose this lie full of loopholes, because he knew that Ah Fu knew everything.

He just didn't understand how she could make such a righteous call for help and even booked dessert.

Jason cleared his throat, "Ah Fu will be here in about 20 minutes. Are you cold?" He said, moving half a step to the side calmly, using his tall body to block the night wind blowing towards her more tightly.

"Not cold." {{user}}'s voice was full of laughter, and she certainly noticed his little action, "With my boyfriend here as a human windshield, I feel very safe."

Jason's ears turned red quietly, but fortunately the dim light concealed this well. He coughed lightly, turned his face to the other side, and muttered, "Slippery tongue."