[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

In the end, before Batman couldn't bear it anymore and was about to jump up and beat Gotham violently, Gotham finally restrained his playful look, and directly threw the man into Batman's arms with the cloak.

"Don't be so stingy." He told the villain to complain first.

Batman drove the two children back to continue the summer camp activities, and the little red bird was responsible for escorting the guards.

"I don't eat people." Gotham continued to provoke casually.

However, Batman's anger tank seems to be full to overflowing, and instead loses his temper.

"Speak the truth."

His tone became flat, and there was really no trace of anger.

If you continue to make trouble, there is no need to talk about business tonight.

Gotham also knows that time waits for no one, and the meaning of making a fuss just now is actually enough.

He restrained those penetrating and playful smiles, flipped his wrist up slightly, and light and shadow intertwined in his hands to form a mini three-dimensional map of Gotham.

All the happenings in Gotham City are shown on this map. The east, west, north, south, and north can be seen at a glance. There are only three places that cannot be seen clearly, and are tightly shrouded in fog.

"Arkham has already given birth to an independent will, which is not within my control. He still can't fully control himself. After he hatches, if he is willing to surrender to me at that time, this can also show Arkham's state. Gotham said a few more words about Arkham, obviously knowing that Batman cares about it.

After Batman nodded, Gotham continued: "As for the other two places, you also know the specific locations. Help me remove them tonight, otherwise they will spread in the near future."

"Clear the stronghold now, and the enemy will notice our actions."

Batman has been arresting people everywhere in the name of compulsory anti-narcotics. He turned a blind eye to those magic circles and blood curses, as if he didn't see them at all.

But Gotham's approach is tantamount to asking them to do a second cleanup, which is equivalent to telling the other party directly that Batman did it because he discovered something.

Batman doesn't like this kind of 100% slapstick style of action.

Yet Gotham clearly has another purpose.

"Let them act, so we can deal with it." Gotham has its own plan.

These things are like lesions in the human body. For Gotham, only by getting rid of them as soon as possible can they ensure their health.

In order to reassure Batman, a severely paranoid patient, Gotham said one more sentence: "Solve the matter first, and then we can go to the Batcave to have a good talk. There are other things to do later."

But Batman is the kind of guy you have to talk to before you start planning.

"If you don't do it, they will destroy the evidence themselves after tonight. But if we can't make them jump over the wall, we will lose the initiative." Gotham is a rare earnest time.

Faced with a guy as stubborn as Batman, even Gotham would feel bitter.

Difficult to serve, really difficult to serve.

Gotham rolled his eyes lightly under the veil, and the umbrella swayed from side to side in disgust.

Beating and scolding is definitely useless, and flirting with contempt can't make Batman extremely angry and make mistakes, but the few weaknesses that can provoke Batman are not easy to attack.

After all, Gotham isn't shameless enough to really hit a minor.

That big blue bird is an adult, but he hasn't been back to Gotham recently, and he can't make a fuss if he wants to. He wouldn't go out of his way to kill and arrest people in Brudhaven just for this matter.

Gee.

This big bat is really harder to pry than a mussel shell with a hard mouth.

"They came from a far away place, and they went on an expedition here to obtain the spirit of the city and our existence." Gotham Mian could only say a little bit more about the difficulty, "But it's strange, they don't seem to know that we exist, Trying to create a new urban spirit in us."

"Like Arkham?" Batman asked.

Gotham nodded slightly: "It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."

Gotham City already has Gotham's will firmly existing here, and those powers of faith have nowhere to rely on, but are snatched away by Arkham who is just around the corner, which gave birth to today's Arkham Dandan.

Superman was taken aback when he heard that, he hasn't been to Gotham City for a few days?

How did Gotham become so complicated? ? ?

Oh no, it's always been complicated here.

Gotham is unwilling to say everything at once, and he also has his own considerations.

"It's not suitable to let you know too much about these things suddenly. It's easy to choke if you eat too much in one breath. Why don't we find time later and talk slowly."

To be interrogated by the human being crowned by him on his own territory, to be honest, Gotham is actually a little uncomfortable. There is a faint urge to hit someone on the spot, and the umbrellas are spinning faster.

Fortunately, Batman also understands the truth that if he sees a good deal, he should accept it.

After asking how to eradicate the fog that affects Gotham's snooping, Batman stopped talking nonsense and asked about other things, and went directly to work with Superman.

Gotham disappeared directly in place.

a few days ago.

Far away, Bludhaven.

It's early morning, and the bluebirds hopping around outside have returned to their nests.

"If you want to be recognized by me, first of all you have to be a 'local', at least don't behave so out of place." Brudhaven is wearing a delicate pure white waistcoat and tight-legged white suit pants. The wrinkles are clamoring how handsome their master is.

I don't know if this is considered one of the city's buffs.

In his daytime role as Nightwing, Dick Grayson sometimes feels like Bludhaven is talking all over him.

For example, the pair of pure white white leather shoes that reflect the elegant luster, just said bluntly: the floor is too dirty.

Bachelor Dick rubbed his brows with a headache.

"Why are you here again?" This man entered his home several times without invitation, and Dick had a headache but couldn't help it.

This man was Brudhaven, the city beneath his feet, who had said he would protect him, and pull him out of the vortex of poison and darkness.

But who knew that Bludhaven was such a wretch.

Dick put on a stiff face, N+1 times politely refused the drink pushed to his face.

The cocktail is layered up and down, the upper layer is a warm orange color, and the lower layer is pure white and somewhat transparent. It reveals a vague warmth, like a glass of poison.

It's not poisonous, of course it's not poisonous, but Dick, who has been busy all night, is already half dead, and is about to take a shower and get a good night's sleep. Alcohol is not what he needs now.

"Have you ever been to a bar?" Brudhaven was tossing a glass, the shaker was shaking, and the ice cubes in it collided with each other, making a crisp sound, "I remember you skipping a striptease?"

That was something that Dick was in a hurry to do when he was doing the task before, because he was in good shape and was stuffed with a lot of money, but as soon as he went out, he turned around and gave the money to passers-by who needed help.

There is nothing wrong with this incident, but the third brother Tim's little red bird turned over to the bar surveillance record, and was later read by several younger brothers chirping for a long time, which made Dick feel a little psychologically disturbed.

"It was a last resort." Dick felt that he had to explain clearly.

Brudhaven narrowed his eyes: "I can provide you with a place, and then use other identities to invite people from all walks of life to come to the party, so that you don't have to go out and run around." For example, open a bar yourself, a high-end bar , let those bosses voluntarily gather here.

It sounded like he was thinking about Dick.

For some reason, Dick always had a strange feeling that the other party wanted to raise birds in a golden cage.

Dick firmly objected.

"If you want to attract them, you have to be a part of them. I'm not that interested." On this point, the Batmen are all rather stubborn.

Brudhaven sighed: "You are so stubborn."

"Thank you for the compliment." Dick said.

"I guess this is a characteristic of Batmen?" Brudhaven sighed again, seemingly very regretful.

It's very bumbling.

Dick squinted his eyes in disapproval: "I want to stick to my own opinion and not be easily shaken. Is this the basic skill of every adult?"

It's very Batman.

Brudhaven snorted.

"See you next time."

Both the pub and Bludhaven are gone.

Of course, so does the drink.

In fact, there were quite a few exchanges between them, but due to various reasons, they ended up ignoring it. After another day and a half, Brudhaven would pop up again and repeat the same topic again.

Even the talkative Dick was just tired.

A few days later, Dick's home was visited by Bludhaven again.

At this time, Dick already had a certain attitude of resignation. He had already begun to accept the drink, and he would take a sip meaningfully, and did not want to make any comments on it.

Brudhaven is clearly content with that.

He kept his hands on all night, and after feeding Dick, he whipped up a Tequila Sunrise, redder and stronger, with a slice of a perfectly ripe lemon.

"New York sunrise." Bludhaven muttered with a chuckle.

The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Two well-behaved strokes.

Dick was a little puzzled. It was past 4 o'clock in the morning, and even the vigilante ladies and gentlemen who worked in the middle of the night were going home one by one. Who would come to him at this time?

Still, he went to open the door.

The visitor was New York.

Considering the limited capacity of the children's heart, New York introduced himself very gentlemanly, and walked in after getting a clear invitation, and picked up the glass of cocktail that obviously belonged to him.

"You talk, I'm going to take a shower." Dick yawned, feeling that he couldn't bear this group of cities, all of them had unlimited energy, but he was an ordinary mortal, and couldn't afford to accompany him.

Might as well take a bath.

After Dick left, New York quickly put away his polite smile and showed a trace of doubt instead.

"This is the big blue bird you mentioned, but he doesn't have your protection on him, let alone power and glory. What are you playing?" Regarding this question, New York directly voted against Brudhaven. gaze.

Those who eat others and live in others harm others.

In the end, he didn't even give him a blessing of protection.

This is not much different from Baibiao.

despise.

The author has something to say:

Bludhaven: You don't understand me.

New York: Scum admits it.

Bludhaven: Convex ==