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

All the prisoners looked very excited at the beginning, but soon their emotions would drop in an instant, and in the end there was only a dull look on their faces.

Gotham deliberately knocked on the iron door to make it make a sound. The people in the room turned their eyes and looked at Gotham. Gotham didn't care if a few psychopaths saw him, and just stared at the people inside.

These people looked in a trance, but they were still rational. When they saw the appearance of Gotham, they were puzzled at first, but soon lost interest.

Not crazy or stupid.

"You're trying to cure them?" Gotham seemed a little interested.

However, London shook his head and expressed his denial: "Now their spirits, thinking, and independent will are complete, and they don't have any problems except that they don't conform to what ordinary people call 'normal'. This is not a 'cure'." .”

"Do you want to dream?" London popped the question to Gotham: "Do you want to go after the mist?"

Gotham was taken aback by the question, but was amused again, and asked:

"I don't have anything I can't ask for, what can you use to tempt me?"

"You have." London was sure, and with the disappearance like a silver bell, the mist disappeared into the cracks in the walls of Arkham.

Holmes and Watson were going to New York the next day, but they were surprised to find some clues in Gotham City, so they stayed temporarily.

These two people are restless at all, they often wander around in order to investigate the case, which really caused Batman a lot of trouble, but London always shows up in time, making Batman unable to find the right time to put on each other's sack .

London spent three days in Arkham Asylum.

Arkham studied with London for three days.

Alfred sighed and picked up the vacuum cleaner again, and continued the hard work of cleaning the huge Wayne House. Jason probably felt embarrassed, so he followed behind to help.

Gotham also occasionally comes to help.

At this time, Gotham will change into clothes with a sense of age. The loose white top is embroidered with delicate golden crow patterns on the wide collar, and the same loose cuffs are tightened around the wrists. It seems to be fluttering, but it is completely It does not affect the movement, and the lower body is ordinary black breeches and leather boots, very capable.

Holding a vacuum cleaner is like leading a horse.

In short, in the Bat family, Gotham's height is not bad, but the style of painting is completely wrong.

Gotham doesn't care about this, and seems to think it's fun.

In the evening, the family got together for dinner. Jason and Bruce didn't communicate with each other, and Gotham didn't bother to adjust their conflicts. They ate their own food and satisfactorily enjoyed the old butler's cooking skills.

That's when the fog lifted.

Gotham has given London the lowest access authority, and now London can come to Gotham's will from Arkham at any time, but it cannot stay away.

"Arkham said you were looking for me?" London looked towards Gotham.

Gotham had just finished eating his share, and was wiping his mouth: "There are so many murders in Gotham, that Sherlock Holmes didn't like any of them. After finding the clues, he insisted on going to Seaside City, and I would go there together, but you didn't?" Right of way for Seaside City, so..."

"You want me to stay in Arkham Asylum?"

The progress of "education" in London has been gratifying recently. Among other things, at least the Arkham regiment stopped yelling "bat kisses". Both Bruce and Jason hoped that this fog would stay.

Gotham simply didn't want to go to New York to make another report.

"Yes, if you want, it's better to stay in Arkham. It's too much trouble to find New York." As a city, Gotham is very honest.

London seems not very familiar with the complex relationship between their American cities, so I thought about it.

"Okay, but I hope you give..." Suddenly London stopped, and after staring at Gotham for about 3 or 4 seconds, he changed his rhetoric, "Never give Holmes a blessing."

The San value of Holmes is already precarious enough, it's better not to continue to drop.

Gotham almost laughed out loud.

"I always thought you were the mysterious and cold type in the human mouth." I didn't expect to get along with it completely differently, and Gotham regretted it a little. "I really shouldn't have no contact with you because of the New York relationship, and I lost money."

London seemed to stare at him: "That's what you eat, don't you?"

Gotham froze for a moment.

Before he could react, London had already returned to Arkham Asylum.

Jason was holding back his laughter and didn't dare to make a sound.

Instead, Bruce took his eyeballs out of the newspaper, and looked at the foolish Gotham playfully, feeling that he had the pleasure of a successful revenge, and continued to read the newspaper with his head down.

Recently, the bat family has been teased by Gotham all over again, and this time I finally saw other cities tease Gotham.

Bruce even wanted to open a bottle of wine to celebrate.

The hot Gotham took the high-speed train to Seaside City with Holmes and the others that afternoon.

In the specially painted white beautiful train, in the four-person compartment, Holmes and Watson looked at the "lady" in front of them and fell silent.

Today's Gotham dress is much more normal.

He didn't wear a hat, and his black hair was tied loosely in a ball on the back of his head. With simple makeup, his face was no longer as cold and hard as usual.

He is wearing an ordinary neutral retro-style high-necked chiffon white shirt and black leggings, with a feminine windbreaker on the outside. Coupled with his height, it looks more and more that those 8cm high-heeled boots can stomp people to death.

This is definitely a wonderful lady, the kind that people only dare to look at from a distance but not to approach.

However, the two men present already knew the true gender of Gotham very well, so they only felt suffocated at this time.

"I swear I bought four tickets." Watson opened his mouth to justify himself before his IQ was ridiculed.

Holmes: "...No one asked you."

Gotham smiled and said nothing.

Holmes looked up and down Gotham twice, showing a very strange expression:

"Interesting, even a mutant or superpower, even a superman will leave traces of time and life, but you have nothing on your body, no calluses, no scars and acne marks, no spots or marks."

"So, what do you think I am?" Gotham asked.

Holmes continued to study him.

"A spirit body, or something else that exists in the same amount."

"Don't you not believe in God?" Watson was stunned.

Holmes rolled his eyes:

"How many times has Thor airborne in New York? The newspapers are straight to the face. I don't want to believe those gods and ghosts. Can I trouble you to change the world setting or something, and bring us back to the universe without infinity. 'Normal' life in the magic side copy?"

Watson...

Did not understand.

However, he was very familiar with this tone. It was obvious that Holmes was mocking his IQ again. At this time, just pretend that he didn't hear anything.

So Watson turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

"You guessed part of it right just now, do you want to continue? I think you are very promising."

London was not around, and Gotham was finally able to tease Holmes openly, but it was a pity that Holmes didn't listen to him. After staring at Gotham for a while, he simply went to see the scenery outside.

Especially bad.

Gotham was not in a hurry either, the three of them just swayed forward amidst the honking of the train, and after a while Watson couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep leaning against the glass window.

Holmes then turned his gaze back to Gotham.

"The reason why the mercenary was able to destroy all the outposts so quickly that day was because of you?"

Gotham nodded in acknowledgment: "Continue."

"The legendary God's perspective?" Holmes guessed.

Gotham thought about what it was, and felt the same?So he nodded slightly in affirmation.

Even for Sherlock Holmes, it is too difficult to deduce the truth with so little information.

Soon Holmes turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window. On the surface, Holmes seemed to have given up on this game, but he continued to look at Gotham in the reflection of the glass.

After a while, Holmes asked a new question: "What is your name?"

"I'm Gotham."

"Gotham," repeated Holmes. "A city."

Then Holmes showed the look of "was my head just a joke?", and it took a long time before he spread his hands and said, "Okay, Gotham."

The train moves on.

There is an "anti-law of super-premium" in this world. Superheroes and supervillains are always opposed to each other. When there is one, there will be the other, just like when there is day, there will be night.

In addition, there is a "law of famous detectives" in the world. When detectives and ladies go out, it is always inevitable to actively or passively earn "extra money".

Nothing happened to Holmes and Watson since they left London, and now they can't hold back anymore.

The scream pierced everyone's brains.

Gotham froze.

This is conservatively estimated to have penetrated at least three carriages.

Watson was so frightened that he jumped up and rubbed his eyes in a daze.Sighing in resignation, Holmes rolled his eyes, and the two got up one after another to go to work.

"Are you coming?"

Watson looked at Gotham.

Gotham has a "???" look on his face.

"What are you going to do?"

"Detective." Holmes was very calm. "I suspect that there is a curse on the detective profession in this world. As long as detectives go out, they will definitely encounter murder."

"..." Then why don't you think about the peace of the world, stay away?

Gotham almost spit out his complaints, but he couldn't help it.

"There is no such curse in this world."

Gotham decided to justify the name of this world.

Holmes obviously didn't believe this statement. He simply thought that Gotham didn't believe what he said, so he simply stepped out, preparing to solve the case quickly so that he could go to Seaside City to do business.

After the two left, Gotham looked out the window.

This place does not belong to any city, it is considered a very pure suburban area. After living for so many years, Gotham realized that this was the first time he passed by here.

About twenty-five minutes later, Holmes returned with a livid face.

"The conductors are mentally handicapped." Holmes commented.

Watson spread his hands innocently in the back, facing Gotham's questioning gaze, Mr. Honest replied: "They think what Sherlock said is wrong, and that person committed suicide."

Gotham showed a puzzled expression: "Sometimes human beings are better at having one thing more than one thing less. Aren't you human beings too?"

"People are different from each other." Watson sat down and poured tea from a thermos. "Some people just like to 'mind their own business'. Otherwise, where do superheroes come from?"

Gotham seems to understand.

"Yes, most people can't stand Mr. Holmes' temper."

Holmes: "...???"

Watson: "..."

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