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

"His eyes are like the most beautiful black pearls in the world, the brightest stars in the world are in his eyes, the night wind is the reflection of his clothes, and the fluorescent light is the foam trampled under his feet! Look at him! He is the star in the darkness. The executioner is the eternal prisoner of death in the endless abyss! Sing for him! He will be with us in power and glory!!!”

Someone suddenly yelled.

A shrill cry.

Then there were many shouts one after another, as if to cater to him.

This figure is like a poet of abstraction, singing loudly to the accompaniment of screaming.Tim on the opposite side of the inner line was almost deafened, and hastily dropped the earphones. The hoarse voice and incomplete tune made the lyrics harsh and blurred, but Batman still heard the appearance the other party was trying to portray.

It's Gotham.

Our Gotham.

The man quickly lost his breath, and his high chest fell down with his body, crying out in pain. Obviously, he didn't touch a piece of Gotham's clothes in his hallucinations.

Bat walked up to the man and followed the man's words, saying, "Sounds like he must be interesting."

This really resonated, the other party paused, and then turned around at a speed that almost broke his neck: "He is pitch-black! A pitch-black abyss! Only the purest darkness in the world is eligible to stand beside him !"

Batman still wants to say something to guide, but the other party has automatically continued:

"A pure white peony perches on his body, it will be stained with blood and bloom!" The man smiled, as if twitching, "Blood carries blessings! It will become a dark guidepost."

So that was originally a white peony.

It turned pitch black because it was stained with endless blood.

Batman reasoned calmly.

And this person used "he" very clearly, without any hesitation or confusion.Reminiscent of the tall figure and the exquisite women's clothing that day, Batman feels a little subtle.

Gotham does not look feminine, but there are veils, tulle, and although he is tall, he does not have much flesh. Under the heavy dress, he is slender and slender, No matter how tall you are, you won't be suspected of your gender in the first place.

You must know that tall women in Europe are not so rare.

At least until Gotham voluntarily spoke up, Batman didn't suspect that the other party might be a man.

Why are these people so sure that Gotham's gender is male?

Before Batman could figure it out, Tim's reminder came from inside: "There seems to be an 'acquaintance' approaching."

Batman, who didn't intend to startle the snake, withdrew quickly.

It was destined that there would be no more gains tonight. After Batman returned, the three struggled for a while before resting.

However, the night was not peaceful.

Bruce tossed and turned on the bed, the path that changed his life was the same as before, haunting him every time he slept, pearls scattered around, exuding a cold light, Bruce had counted countless times, one of them was missing, and He will never find it.

This time, however, seems to be different.

Something entered his dream, just on the path in front of the opera house, Bruce looked around blankly.

There were two corpses here as always, and little Bruce was already numb to it.

Now there is something in the darker place, that indescribable mass wriggled out, wriggling and devouring, Bruce clearly felt that it was eating something, in his own spiritual world, something was being eaten by it Slowly swallowed away, the heavy burden is gradually lightening.

It felt like a rotten wound was covered in maggots, and while he was disgusted and resisted, he had to admit that this mass of flesh was helping him remove the rotten place.

In the dream, little Bruce watched in confusion, at a loss.

The exposure of the wound must be painful, but the pain also means that we will get better together.

The next morning.

The morning in the Wayne house of the Batman is destined to be quiet. Tim goes to school early, and the old housekeeper is quietly tidying up the courtyard. Given that the little yellow bird that caused damage has been on the field for a long time recently, the grass and trees in the courtyard can finally be in good condition. Growing up, the old housekeeper enjoyed this peaceful morning contentedly.

However, things don't always go as expected, and emergencies are always the biggest enemy of the Batman.

An invisible sound wave penetrated the entire Wayne Manor.

The old butler felt a slight tingle in his ears, and he was in a trance, but he came back to his senses in a second or two, while Bruce, who was sleeping happily in the bedroom, was awakened by the sharp scream in his head.

!!!

After throwing back the quilt abruptly, Bruce stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The thick curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the house cut off the sunlight. He was embraced in the darkness, and suddenly he couldn't tell whether the tingling in his head was caused by a nightmare or something else.

When Bruce was confused, a soft humming sound came along the link deep in his spirit.

Here's his link to Gotham and Arkham.

No matter how suspicious Batman is, he can't continue to question the authenticity of Gotham, after all, his brain has taken the initiative to testify at this time.

Bruce sighed with a headache, got up and quickly arranged his clothes, changed his furniture and clothes, and rang the housekeeper's bell to order a breakfast.

"It's unbelievable, are you sure you're not sleepwalking?" The old butler was extremely surprised.

Bruce just "...".

"I'm hungry." The master was innocent.

"Okay, I think your first breakfast of the year will be ready soon."

"..."

Fine.

Bruce was certain that his daily bedtime was a grievance with the old housekeeper.

The weak spiritual feeling was still wobbling, and Bruce had to get up and go to the bat cave below to look at the dumpling.

Xiaotuanzi was trembling.

Bruce, who had never raised a child, had a question mark in his head, and looked at the value of the cell, and everything was normal.

But Arkham didn't look normal, he was shaking and obviously in pain.

After thinking for a moment, Bruce turned on Batman's monitoring equipment and directly hacked into Arkham's monitor. Sure enough, he saw Freeze doing something. Although he didn't succeed, he covered most of Arkham's ice layer.

Bruce silently opened the explosion-proof glass door, raised the temperature inside the isolation device, then walked out with it, put it on the work table and stared at it.

The old butler came down with the food.

"It seems that they empathize with what happened to the city, in a real sense." The old butler sighed, "I hope the master can also understand the old butler who is looking for you with a plate?"

Bruce choked silently.

Sit down to eat obediently, without asking to change places, or even pushing away vegetables from the plate.

In exchange for the satisfaction of the old housekeeper.

He can still feel Arkham, so clearly in a corner of his cognition, like a part of the end of his body, not in the way but also inconspicuous, but he can know it is there.

"Are you feeling alright?" the old butler asked worriedly.

"Of course." Bruce chewed the green cauliflower silently, "It couldn't be better."

However, the housekeeper obviously had his own worries. After all, the master who always got up in the afternoon got up early today.If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, so Alfred fixed his sights on Routuanzi.

Routuanzi shrank silently.

Bruce followed through on a properly timed breakfast.

Waking up early does not mean that Bruce Wayne will devote time to all daily activities including going to work, meeting and socializing. When the old housekeeper took away the tableware, trays and other sundries, Batman decisively went online and began to sort out the recent events , the latest document on the computer says "Gotham".

The state of the dumpling next to it has also recovered a lot, and it is wriggling at this time, as if looking up at the screen together.

That's how Batman feels anyway.

So he lowered his head, and clearly felt that Arkham was staring at him.

It's not just the meat.

This gaze came from that asylum, from old Arkham.

"Looks like you're interested in Gotham, too," Batman asked affirmatively.

Arkham squirmed twice quickly, seeming to be nodding.

This ball of meat doesn't look good or cute, but let's call it non-threatening, not to mention that Batman is highly sensitive to its existence, which makes it appear extra innocent and harmless.

So after a few hours, Batman was no longer so vigilant, he had more things to do, it was impossible to study this ball of meat all the time, so he just let it out and let it do whatever it wanted, as long as it tried to mess with it anyway Heart, maybe it doesn't have a plan of its own, but that Batman senses it.

So...

When Tim came down with coffee to prepare for the "night shift", he found that Batman had already taken out the lump of meat, and allowed it to wriggle and sway in front of the Bat host's console.

The little red bird almost spilled the coffee in his hand.

"Batman?"

Batman was doing equipment testing and welding next door, but Arkham lifted one end of the meatball, looked at Tim, and twisted it very friendly.

Resisting the urge of direct mental suffocation, Tim took a serious look and found that the lump of meat seemed different from last night.

For example, the raised end might be the head of the mass of flesh.

Arkham is no longer a disordered lump of meat today, but like an egg, one end is rounded and smooth, and the other end is pointed, like a round, short, flat cone. At this time, the short flat tapered end will lift up and shake from side to side.

Tim didn't know what to do.

In all fairness, he wished that he was still in bed now, all these activities, including going to school and so on, were just dreams.

[HeY] Three letters were typed out on the host screen.

This forced Tim to look down at the lump of meat.

"So you're..." He felt his voice tremble.This scene is so terrifying that Tim has already jumped his mind and began to suspect that he has entered the alien set by mistake.

And their biggest reliance on Batman has been controlled by this alien species. The brain is controlled by this alien species, and the next step is continuous N killing, and then the meat balls begin to self-mitosis. After devouring the powerful genes of the Kryptonians, the meat balls quickly destroy the earth, The road to the hegemony of the universe has begun again!

【iMARKM】

Tim stared at the letter in thought, and his flying thoughts returned in a second. Tim lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. Under the quick-acting heart-saving effect of coffee, the little red bird with shabby hair gradually calmed down, but he still maintained a safe From a distance, staring at the wriggling thing cautiously.

"I assume you meant 'Arkham'?"

【akam】

Which language system is this in the end.The little red bird was paralyzed, told himself to be patient, and said it again: "Arkham. ARKHAM." He even spelled it out carefully like a baby.

【ARkhAm】Arkham got it right this time.At least spell it right.

Then Arkham squirmed happily towards the stairs next to him.

The little red bird looked over and found that Batman was standing in the shadow under the stairs without making a sound. He really didn't know how long he had been standing there.

People in the Bat family have long been used to Batman's elusiveness, and they don't feel awkward just because they are watched. After following Batman for so many years, they have also gotten used to living under surveillance.

After all, the night in Gotham is not friendly at all, and sometimes they really need to rely on these 24-hour surveillance to kill them.

Most of the time they are used to it, only very occasionally, they will yell because of various guilty consciences.

The little red bird is not guilty at all now.

"So we're going to start by teaching him to babble?" Tim asked Batman.

Batman stared at the meatballs.

Obviously thinking about this issue seriously.

The author has something to say:

Arkham: Ah! KAKAKAmu!

Tim: Arkham

Arkham: arkmmmmmm

Tim: it's ARKHAM

Arkham: arpu-m

Tim: MDZZ

Arkham: MDZZ

Tim: ...