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

"Cities are the first to die. They lost their cities before it all started."

Arkham sat on Dick, and calmly recounted what he saw: "Before an era of reincarnation, their technology had climbed to the top, and the universe was just a small bullet. In order to survive, they destroyed themselves. technology tree." Arkham didn't quite understand this, and was puzzled.

The child's dark blue eyeballs rolled, as if trying to think hard.He is wearing a black cat's full one-piece plush suit today, and there are goggles-like round accessories on the hat, and Batman looks like he wants to hit him.

On one side of the single sofa sat Stark with a tense face, and behind him stood Peter Parker, who had taken off his uniform. He was wearing the clothes sponsored by Tim, pinching the back of the sofa nervously.

On the other single sofa was Little Qiao. This kid was hugging a huge doll, and was tightly squeezing Damian to sit together. He even wanted to raise his hand to ask questions.

"Why can you survive by destroying technology?"

Arkham thought about it hard: "In order not to enter a higher plane?"

Cities that don't have a tech tree at all really don't understand this.

Dick, who was sitting on the blanket with Arkham in his arms, exchanged a glance with Bruce, who was on the couch.

Bruce was on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on the armrests, his palms slightly clenched into fists, supporting his chin.The light in the room is very dark now, only the flame of the candle casts shadows from the bottom up, making Bruce's face ten thousand times more terrifying than Batman's mask.

"Hmm." Bruce snorted lightly, motioning Arkham to continue.

Arkham was a bit innocent, with his ceramic-like little face tensed, sitting upright, with his head leaning against Dick's chest muscles, and would secretly rub against it.

Darkness hangs over everyone...

"Darkness hangs over everyone," Arkham said. "They destroyed their technology so completely that they distorted the course of the universe—a problem that was discovered much later. When they did, everything It's too late, and the world has started a new story."

"That is the story of the lord and the land."

"In the dark, the first person begged for forgiveness and guidance towards the dawn. One by one, they infected each other and became fanatical. They shouted and sang, chanting miracles and songs that did not exist."

Arkham raised his voice.

"They need a place to return to, whether in life or after death."

"The first sound came, in a place where there was no sound, nothing that really existed."

Gotham, who had been standing behind Bruce, raised his eyes slightly.

Today's Gotham wears a heavy dress.

The upper body is compact and capable, with a large velvet collar and girdle. The lower body is layered with gauze skirts, hanging down to the feet. The outer woolen cloth has two small patterns tied on the left and right sides, making the skirt like a curtain Generally, it is rolled up slightly, but because of the cover of the gauze skirt, no scenery can be revealed, only the pointed high-heeled shoes are looming, as if it is the whisper of the devil.

His eyes were closed under the veil as always, and because he was standing on the periphery, he seemed to be surrounded by black light, exuding a strange and ghostly aura.

People can't help but want to shiver just by looking at it.

Arkham, who has never been to the "meeting house", does not know where this paragraph refers to, but Gotham is very clear.

"That's the cemetery of the city." Gotham added in a light to erratic voice.

When he spoke, it seemed that even the evening wind in Gotham City was conveying his voice for him, and the candlelight flickered accordingly, but his expression could not be clearly seen.

Arkham laughed.

"You're scaring them on purpose."

Gotham neither admitted nor denied it.

On the contrary, Dick sat a little straighter, and frantically signaled Jason, who was sleeping on the couch with Xiaohong, to come over and change with him, but Jason just pretended that he didn't see the signal, and would rather lie on the same sofa with Bruce .

Played dead very thoroughly.

So Arkham continued to tell his story: "The first consciousness born called itself 'world', the second called itself 'primordial', and the third called itself 'future'." Speaking of which, Arkham Some doubts, "But they died soon. Very suddenly, they disappeared."

"Who died first?" It was Stark who asked the question this time.

"It's 'the future.'"

Arkham's dark eyes looked in Stark's direction, but unexpectedly met Peter. The spider sensor exploded, and Peter silently squeezed the sofa tighter.

Why is this kid so scary? ! ? !

Recently, Peter, who was also detained in the Batcave because he knew too much, was crying.

He has skipped classes for several days.

Although Mr. Stark said to help him ask for leave with reasonable reasons and explained to his parents, Peter still felt that there were two wide noodle tears flowing in his heart.

Stark also trembled in his heart.This child Arkham can make people melt when he is cute, but when he is gloomy, he is like a mental hospital written on his face, it is so cold that it makes people's hearts tremble.

"Later, in the quiet and cold, new things were born. Some of them can be called 'galaxies', 'planets', and some are indescribably huge substances. They are like giants, invisible' Humans' existence, walking wantonly in this world, 'humans' can't see them, they can only capture weak signals."

"Then more things were born, 'continents', 'countries', 'cities', 'streets', they all came to life one by one and became 'miracles'."

"That day was called 'birthday.'"

"For the 'humans' there, that was the day their world was truly born."

Arkham's voice was too flat.

It was just a narrative, which he made like a prayer before death.

"They must love their city." Gotham laughs flirtatiously.

"I just have a question."

Tim Hun, who came home to get the updated equipment but was detained, raised his hand silently, and asked seriously with goosebumps all over his body: "Why do we sit here in a circle holding candles and listening to stories?"

He was originally sitting on the other side of Jason, and at this time he even leaned towards Jason regardless of the past. Jason, who is usually very "reserved", did not strongly ask everyone to maintain a "sense of distance" this time.

"Are you afraid?" Damian snorted while pinching Xiao Qiao.

This question is ultimately left unanswered, as the story continues, and Arkham apparently felt that the atmosphere would help him recover those stories from the minds of his enemies.

A white candle in the corner swayed with a deep light.

Gotham chuckled.

"'Humans' have no class of their own, and are basically under the control of blind worship." Bruce analyzed from the perspective of a bystander, "They worship the existence of these huge giants and obey their rule. Cities are like lords. exists, and the state takes the place of the crown."

The thinking little spider raised his head, it seems that the darkness is not so scary anymore, he has something more to care about:

"What was the replacement process like? I mean, what did they do with the old man in power? So there was a state, so there must have been a king, right? Did he die? Or did he step down?"

……

Why can you ask such a long question?

For a moment, the atmosphere of terror was broken.Jason and Tim couldn't help turning their gazes to the eldest, and began to think about which one was more talkative, their elder brother or the younger one.

Dick, being an adult, ignored them.

"The king has become a country," Arkham replied seriously, and the wrinkled little bun face proved that he was also struggling with how to understand this matter, "but he is no longer the king he used to be."

"Has he lost his memory?" Peter suggested the routine.

Arkham gave another explanation: "He is not 'human' anymore."

"He lost his humanity." Bruce immediately understood what happened. "After losing his humanity, his behavior changed drastically. He no longer cared about the things he once loved, and his view of the world was different."

Batman thought of Superman.

Not human, but possessing humanity.

The most fragile thing in the world has become the only shackle they can bind Superman.

The problem now is that the city has no humanity.

You can tell by looking at Gotham's puzzled expression, this guy doesn't understand the importance of "human nature" at all, and he doesn't care.

"All 'wills' are 'humans' turned into?" Batman continued to ask.

Arkham shook his head: "People are people, they didn't become us, even if they became a kind of 'will', they still died soon, but they taught others the correct belief, so the land was born True soul."

As he spoke, Arkham showed a big smile.

A mouthful of straight white teeth, which a baby would never have, gleamed red in the firelight.

"We were born."

Arkham said.

Bruce, whose patience was gradually exhausted, took out the remote control and turned on the light with a "click".

"I'll give you three seconds." Batman was born.

Hey!

This is much more terrifying than just now.

A group of crooked people listening to ghost stories became energetic in an instant, and they all sat upright. Only Gotham and Stark were not surprised, and they still maintained a leisurely watching mode.

Arkham burped.

"The entire universe lives under the leadership of the 'great will' of different classes. As life goes well, they are unwilling to live day after day, and start fighting and killing, making the war burn the entire universe. They want eternity,' the great The Will' refused the promise of immortality, so..."

"I guess they're trying to 'kill the gods'." Stark said he was very experienced.

The others silently drove this guy who drank coffee and made a plate of cookies, and then continued to make the second plate as it should.

The smooth creatures think that they are the darlings of the world. Their leisurely life makes them lose the wisdom of their ancestors. They forget that the city itself is not truly immortal. It can only be said to be a long-lived species. How can a city that never lies promise Give believers eternal life?

"Humanity's struggles are becoming more and more frequent, and the 'Great Will' can't stand alone. For the sake of the creatures I have blessed, all existences are forced to join a big 'epic war'."

"Pfft." Jason laughed, "'Humanity' is already playing the triumphant song of evolution, but to the world, it's just the explosion of killing and destruction."

"Yes." Under Batman's gaze, Arkham was particularly well-behaved: "Soon, the world began to change, and the powerful will gradually lost their vitality, and the 'hypoxia' made them die."

"And then the world fell apart."

……

"What supports the world is not cities or 'will' or anything else. From head to toe, it is just human beings. To be more precise, it is 'advanced creatures with certain intelligence and creativity'."

Gotham opened its fan.

The smile is tactful and full of sarcasm.

"'Humans' are not the darlings of the world, they are just one of countless changes. At the same time, they are indeed the most important one."

Because it is important, they are favored, and because they cannot continue to fulfill their responsibilities, they are abandoned.

"That world is not destroyed." Arkham whispered:

"It just doesn't want 'humans' anymore."

The author has something to say:

When I read Infinity Stream novels, there was a classic saying: try to escape difficulties and be killed by more difficulties.

I forgot if the source was Gantz, it's too early