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

Here is the invisible, the silent.

Everything here is illusory, there is no truth, and in some ways, there is no falsehood.

Here, the cities came to life one by one.

The mist surged.

"Since Gotham has shown up on its own initiative, otherwise let's all go out and play." Someone was laughing in the mist, the young woman's elegant laughter was gathered under the veil, and the silver bells burst out, making it hard to hear, she was like a dream In the same way, let alone whether humans can listen to such a tone, even other cities are afraid of her.

Some voices agreed, while others objected, and most of them were silent.

The cities of the whole earth communicate and discuss with each other, and those distances that are very far away for human beings are but a blink of an eye for their thoughts.

A little boy who seemed to be less than 12 years old came out, and the feathers around his ears seemed to emit a golden light, which was warm and dispelled the fog.He just heard him say in a childish voice: "I don't think there is any need to worry about this one, you know? I have seen Superman, he is super warm!"

The voices of the surrounding discussions became quieter, and that name pressed the pause button of at least half of the cities.

A deep and mature male voice asked: "Metropolis?"

"Huh?" The metropolis raised its head high to look.

The person who came over was New York. On the surface, he was a mature and capable modern man, with the controlling temperament of a manager, and he looked full of responsibility.

Other cities were filled with oppressive dread of the fog, and when New York came out, they all fell silent.

New York looked down at the Met.

"Neither you nor Gotham informed me of this operation in advance."

"Well," the metropolitan bowed his head obediently, like a baby who has done something wrong, "I just feel that I can make some decisions by myself, right?"

"What about him?" New York asked again what Gotham thought.

"I don't know." The Metropolis shook his head.

Seemingly determined that the Metropolis will not lie, New York did not continue to ask: "Be careful in the future."

Metropolis will nod obediently.

A hearty voice broke into the topic: "Is that so?"

Other cities remained silent.

They didn't have absolute rules and regulations, and they didn't contact humans just because they hadn't had any contact with each other for a long time. The invisible habit naturally continued for countless years.And now even if a certain city touches human beings, there is actually nothing wrong with it.

"Of course you don't care. Whether there are superheroes or not, it doesn't change anything for you." It was also the voice of a young man, but this one was much more playful and not so clean. His words were sharp, but his voice was very soft. The room seemed to carry an indescribable charm.

"Brudhaven." New York stopped the other party.

The guy before didn't care, instead he smiled and said, "Oh, it's okay, Brudhaven is right, that's what I think in Star City. The existence of Green Arrow did cause a lot of trouble, but it doesn't matter, he Not outsiders, internal conflicts must of course be resolved internally. But you are annoyed by that night wing, right?"

Brudhaven didn't answer immediately.

No direct acknowledgment, but no direct objection either.

Other cities are waiting quietly, and it is nothing to them to wait a while.After thinking for a moment, Brudhaven said quietly, "Actually, he's pretty good, in every sense."

Metropolis immediately felt that he had found a comrade-in-arms: "I think superheroes are really good, and Superman is also very good at communicating."

"About what?" New York asked.

"I told him that I would be hurt if I smashed the building, and he said he would not smash the building." The Metropolis replied quickly, with a pair of beautiful golden eyes pulingpuling.

Now New York is completely silent, probably because it feels too difficult to oppose.

The rest of the city was also suddenly suffocated.

and many more,

Do you believe Superman when he says he won't smash buildings? ? ?

Everyone looked at each other, recalling the bags that Superman had smashed out in the past few years, showing indescribable expressions one by one.

But the metropolis obviously didn't care about this, he suddenly let out a cheerful cry, and jumped into the corner, the warm light moved with him, breaking through the darkness, revealing the figure of Gotham that had just landed in the shadow.

Gotham is wearing a pitch-black cloak today, and the crow feathers on the top are layered on top of each other, making it look extremely thick.Under the cloak, all the old-style dresses were gathered in the shadows, and only part of them could be seen clearly. The dark blue vertical stripes and dark-patterned suit pants and a pair of black pointed-toed leather shoes.

This time it seems that he is not wearing serious women's clothing. The neutral outfit makes him look more slender and imposing.

But the cities have never cared much about that. Whether it's men's clothing or women's clothing, isn't it all human beings' own opinions?For the city, it doesn't really matter what you wear.

The metropolis flew over and was firmly held in Gotham's arms.

"Gotham," New York said.

Gotham looked up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was more scary than the gloomy face.He held the metropolis in one hand, turned the scepter in the other hand, and walked to New York. The obsidian scepter was colder than himself, with a cold light, and it seemed that it could easily knock open other people's hearts. head.

Gotham declined the other party's greeting in a cold tone: "It's been hundreds of years, don't always call ourselves our father, there is no parent-child relationship between cities."

"Then are we still brothers?" Metropolis asked, looking up.

Gotham looked down at the warm little sun in his arms, and nodded slightly: "Of course." Only when he was illuminated by the metropolis, the frost on Gotham's face would fade a little, "We will always be brothers."

New York, who was thrown aside, just raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"So, what do you think?" Brudhaven leaned against a pillar beside him.The dilapidated and mottled pillars look like they are about to collapse at any time, but they are just the epitome of consciousness, and they have no weight, so they don't worry about pressure.

Brudhaven was playing with a bunch of dice, and the two dice were flipping back and forth on his slender, white fingertips. People who were too fast could not see the points clearly, "Batman has caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't he? ? I'm surprised you'd save him."

Gotham restrained his smile, and a trace of boredom appeared on his expressionless face, as if he didn't like Brudhaven very much.

And Brudhaven seemed to be ignorant of this, or simply didn't care about Gotham's thoughts, and continued to say: "Think about what he did after his return, the explosion on the main road Is there still less? My God, he even threw his cub on me, it was a blue one... Well, Nightwing is actually pretty good, it doesn't explode, doesn't smash buildings, and Didn't attract that many aliens. But Batman is really bad, isn't he? We can hang him on the top of the city, and we will definitely attract a lot of vultures."

There was a slight smile on Brudhaven's expression, but he repeatedly chanted a low-pitched incantation.

Under Gotham's suddenly cold eyes, Brudhaven showed an incredible expression: "Don't you still like him?"

This question seems to have Gotham stumped.

The crow-like Gotham stopped rubbing Metropolis's hair, causing Metropolis in his arms to poke his head out curiously, and Gotham quickly stuffed it back.

Gotham seemed to be in deep thought. After a while, he hesitated and turned his head slightly, looking at Brudhaven: "What happened to make you think that way?"

Brudhaven had a playful smile, he stayed away from Gotham, keeping a safe distance just right.

"You look like you greeted him and were very happy, didn't you? You see, your mood has improved today, and it must not be just because of your warm baby."

This remark aroused the dissatisfaction of the metropolis. The warm little kid got his head out of Gotham's arms, stuck out his tongue at Brudhaven and buried it back.

Gotham pressed the head of Metropolis with his palm, and frowned dissatisfied.

Brudhaven looked into Gotham's cold gaze indifferently, and continued: "And you gave him support, you recognized him."

When Gotham did that, other cities naturally felt it too. After all, it was equivalent to sending out a global announcement: I am covering this human being.

"You are a ruthless jackdaw under the darkest moonlight, what made you do that?"

Brudhaven is like a victorious general. Young people are always a little fearless. He even raises his head slightly. His eyes scan Gotham up and down, as if looking at another defeated opponent.

"He is a qualified knight, so I have honor and authority with him." That's all Gotham said.

It is obvious that Gotham does not intend to let Brudhaven continue to groan. After putting the metropolis in the arms of New York, Gotham walked in front of Brudhaven.

This formation was so familiar. Amidst the sound of suffocation, all the cities silently retreated a little, while New York lowered its head and covered Xiaonuanbao's ears seriously.

At this time, Brudhaven couldn't stop laughing. His form shook violently, as if he was spreading out, but he was slammed by Gotham's scepter, and the impact of energy exploded, shaking Brudhaven. De Haven shook violently, the mental pressure radiated from the scepter caused the other cities present to shake a little, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

New York slightly raised his hand to calm these chaotic shocks.

When this group of people came back to their senses, Brudhaven had already been suppressed by Gotham, and what was even more exaggerated was that Gotham directly stepped on Brudhaven's head with the flat part of the sole, causing his entire head to fall. Stepped under the green brick.

……

It hurts to look at it.

"I thought we were different from humans and wouldn't kill each other." New York clearly disagreed with Gotham's approach.

Gotham clearly doesn't care if New York agrees or disagrees.

"I'm not killing him, I'm just stomping on his head."

As he said, Gotham crushed harder twice, and there was a rattling sound under his shoes, and he didn't know if it was the sound made by his soles rubbing against Brudhaven's face, or Brudhaven's. The sound of the face rubbing against the ground.

"..."

New York thought about it seriously, and couldn't tell which was worse, so he let go of Metropolis and let the warm baby jump into Gotham's arms.

Sure enough, this time Gotham immediately ignored Brudhaven, silently took back his high heels, and resumed his fierce-looking appearance, as if he couldn't beat anyone at all, and stretched out his arms to hug Metropolis.

The other cities bowed their heads together and looked at Brudhaven in the pit, and saw that he calmly rubbed his face. The face was completely unharmed, still so handsome and charming, and then Bruderhaven calmly walked away from the pit. Taking out a silk scarf from his pocket, he slowly wiped the dust off his face.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Brudhaven seems to be very calm about being killed by Gotham, and other cities are also accustomed to the attitude. Everyone silently dare not provoke the low-pressure Gotham.

This kind of scene seems to be a normal phenomenon.

Only New York, who retreated to the edge to watch the play, rubbed his forehead with a headache.

The author has something to say:

Gotham: Does it hurt?

Bludhaven: I can!

New York: Headache...