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

Gotham City has always been rainy, and in Gotham, huge black umbrellas are the regular configuration of citizens, just like an invisible silent mourning, so that the image of Gotham must also contain elements of umbrellas.

Whether it is a masculine long black umbrella or a feminine long-handled umbrella, it is always an indispensable accessory in Gotham.

And the rain in Gotham City is always fierce, and the umbrellas that are close to it may be directly discounted.

So Red Hood never holds an umbrella.

And he hates rain very much.

This would remind him of the day when he returned to Gotham to seek revenge from Batman. Under the smoke of explosives, Batman seemed indifferent.

And that fall, the "fall" that only Dick described verbally.

If Gotham didn't appear, if Batman fell to his death on the concrete floor, he would become the rotten meat they are most familiar with.

What will the story be like now?

Jason ducks back into his safe house, bites open the bottle, and gets ready to take a shower.

The hot water washed away all the boring thoughts, and after drying it hastily, Jason let out a breath.At this time, he finally looked a little like a young man in his early twenties, showing a satisfied expression, and fell asleep in this safe bird's nest that he slowly built by himself.

When you open your eyes again, the world changes.

Jason was confused for a while, and noticed that he was no longer in the safe house, nor lying on the bed, but standing in the middle of a hall he was familiar with but somewhat unfamiliar.

There was a warm fire in the nearby fireplace, they were orange-red, flickering, regular and peaceful, with a strange and false feeling.

Gotham nestled in the soft blankets ahead.

He was wearing a pure black silk pajamas, which was flirtatious and completely covered. The black hair seemed to be longer, scattered in the white plush carpet, as soft as trickling water.

And there's a little kid in Gotham's arms.

Gotham is reading storybooks to him.

The black-haired, blue-eyed child looked up at Jason.

"Who are you?" the child asked.

……

Jason didn't seem to know how to answer.

Gotham just looked up, then lowered his head again, with a faint smile on his lips: "He is Jason Todd, a mercenary, and Alfred hired him to protect you before."

There was a gentleness in the voice that Jason had never heard before.

The child suddenly realized.

Batman guessed that Gotham actually likes children very much. Judging from his attitude towards children, you can tell that no matter whether he hates them or not, Gotham will not really do anything with children, at most it will be teased.

Compare and see what this guy has done to Jason!It's just outrageous.

Gotham really seems to love little kids.

"Jason, hello."

The little boy showed a docile smile, but said something that made people thunder: "I am Bruce Wayne. As the head of Wayne's family, I very much welcome you to come to my family."

Anyway, Jason felt a bolt from the blue.

The kind that is burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even Gotham's eyes watching the show couldn't bring Jason back to his senses immediately.

It took Jason a long time to find his voice, and squeezed out the words from his throat: "Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Gotham let out an erratic laugh, pecked little Bruce on the cheek lightly, and then looked at the petrified Jason: "Why are you crazy? Isn't this good?"

Little Bruce giggled, and seemed a little shy.

Just looking at Jason's face, he knew that his mind must be full of interrogative sentences, and his wooden face looked fake. Gotham found it more and more interesting, and asked, "Don't believe it?"

"Believe what? Believe this baby is Batman?"

"He's not Batman," Gotham sighed leisurely, with a fake expression on his face, "He's Bruce Wayne, an 8-year-old kid."

Eight-year-old Bruce Wayne.

Jason knew immediately what time it was.

"You still care about him, don't you?" Gotham gave Bruce another peck, full of pampering.

Jason didn't want to admit those things, especially to Bruce Wayne Jr., but obviously Jason didn't know what he was going to do and was lost.

"In the end what happened?"

Gotham didn't want to talk too much: "Okay, you go to check the safety of the house first, remember not to go out, pay attention to those...no matter what it is, in short, keep them away, they may be contagious."

Gotham doesn't know how to describe those lunatics.

"Except for us, everyone else is very dangerous." Little Bruce also reminded seriously.

Jason didn't want to pay attention to them at all, and just walked away.Maybe in Jason's eyes, these two were lunatics he imagined, and he probably thought he had a nightmare?

"He doesn't believe us." Little Bruce made a regretful voice.

"It's okay, he'll be back soon." Gotham didn't care, picked a grape from the side, peeled it carefully, and stuffed it into Bruce's mouth.

Sure enough, as Gotham expected.

Not long after, Jason walked back with a look of hopelessness.

It's not that his resistance is too low, but that the three layers of plasma-free zombies make him speechless. What kind of horror movie is this?

Is the world insane? !

He even had the urge to shoot himself to see if he could wake up.

"It's just a dream." Gotham comforted the big red bird with shaved hair. He spread his hands, and the slender black nails on his nails looked like the devil among demons. "When the dream is over, you will wake up."

Oh, and his lipsticks are all black today.

Therefore, in the dream, it is better not to struggle.

Have a good sleep, won't you?

Jason really didn't feel very good.But he had no choice but to continue.

There was a "cracking" sound of wood cracking in the fireplace, and then a wisp of blue smoke floated out, forming a line of captions in front of the three of them:

[It seems that there is no way to go on like this. If you just eat, drink and sleep, you will become little fat pigs!Why not wander around the house and look for something special. 】

"Let's go shopping!" Little Bruce said immediately.

Gotham shrugged slightly under Jason's fishy-eyed expression: "Accept it. Let's go, let's go shopping."

After speaking, I took the lead to keep up with little Bruce. Fortunately, my short legs ran slowly. For Gotham with long legs, it took a while to push against little Bruce.

What else could Jason do?

He could only continue to maintain his paralyzed face and keep up.

His hood and mask were missing, but his clothes were for combat, but they felt fake to the touch, and had no bulletproof effect at all, what a fuck.

This must not be my dream.

They followed little Bruce from the side hall on the first floor to the big dining room, watching little Bruce naughtily cut out two holes in the tablecloth and covered his head, pretending that he was a big ghost, and rushed upstairs again.

Gotham is also so bad-tempered that it's unbelievable that he just followed.

Jason couldn't take it anymore, he thought it was a nightmare.

"It can't be Bruce Wayne."

"..."

Gotham was silent.Even Gotham doesn't know what Bruce was like as a kid.What city cares about a child in a mansion?

There is nothing wrong with Wayne being the noble surname of Gotham. It has been brilliant and has also failed.

In either case, Gotham will not let it look at it more than once.

It's just a way of addressing people.

He noticed Batman first, and then he noticed the businessman Bruce Wayne.

Gotham remembered this.

It was the huge black bat that he gazed at for the first time, its sharp wing membrane piercing his night sky, casting fearful shadows through the moonlight.

This mortal who is still struggling in the muddy water is trying to rule Gotham City with fear.

Gotham watched him fall, watched him fail, watched him fall again and again and get up again and again, gradually climbed the tower, and climbed into the cold storm that no one could bear.

That's why Gotham remembered him.

He's Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham.

Now this, however, is just little Bruce, an 8-year-old who lost his parents.

Gotham seemed to sigh.

He didn't know what he could do, and he didn't know why Jason appeared. He couldn't even tell whether Jason was real or not, and now he was just following the dream, taking one step at a time.

Coincidentally, Jason's thinking is similar to Gotham's.

This person had their own ghosts in each city, and they glanced at each other, but miraculously kept the peace.

The temporary kind.

They continue to wander around the house with the tablecloth ghost version of Bruce Jr.

I went to the small court that Jason liked as a child, to the small lounge that Tim often occupied, and to the training room that used to be Dick's and later Damian's.

These are the places Alfred arranged according to the preferences of the young masters in the family.

It is proof that they existed.

Jason was slightly in a bad mood, especially on that court.

He just turned his gaze, as if encountering a phantom, and suddenly saw two figures, one big and one small, running past one after another. At that time, little Jason was not good at fighting, but just had some instincts to fight bravely on the street. Bruce casually Two strokes can turn him around.

Just like teasing a bird.

But little Jason was still having a great time.

There was also the restaurant where they ate together. When he was in a good mood, Bruce would allow little Jason to picky eaters, such as secretly stuffing vegetables onto Bruce's plate.

The best one was one year he spent Christmas with Bruce and Dick, and they went outside and had a snowball fight from the yard to the tree, and he ended up rolling down the hill with Dick, Bruce who didn't know what fatherhood was The guy actually laughed on it.

Of course, a small hillside can't hurt them.

There was a smile on the corner of Jason's mouth.

That is indeed a very warm memory.

Gotham looked at Jason, and Jason looked at Gotham, but something was wrong.

Gotham lowered his head and looked at Jason seriously.

"Baby Jie, would you like a bottle?"

12-year-old Jason chooses to smash a folding chair over Gotham's head.

……

Forget it, or knees.

Too high to reach.

Gotham laughed and dodged it. He rarely laughed so wildly, but this is just a dream. What image issues do you care about in the dream?

MD!

Little Jason got angry and continued to smash.

At this time, little Bruce ran over, not doubting why the mercenary turned into a little guy, he reached out and grabbed Jason's hand, and was about to go downstairs to the hall.

"I found a good thing!" The tablecloth ghost was very excited.

Little Jason, who hadn't reacted, was pulled out completely. He struggled to find that little Bruce's strength was really strong, and he was almost pulled away by him.

Gotham followed slowly behind.

Anyway, with his long legs, even if little Bruce could fly, he wouldn't be able to fly very far.

However, when he saw the clock Bruce found, his expression was as weird as Jason's.

If I remember correctly, behind this is the secret door leading to the Batcave.

Little Bruce kicked off the ghost tablecloth twice, waving his small arms to hug him, Gotham bent down and picked him up, relying on his height, it was easy for little Bruce to reach the hands of the clock.

As the pointer was turned a little bit, Jason suffocated.

But Gotham suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart.

Will there be a little bat?

Gotham poked and poked curiously.

The author has something to say:

There will be little bats coming and going! ! !

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Extended holidays are not good for codewords at all

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