[Comprehensive British and American] Skyfall

It was a dark and stormy night—the nights in Gotham are always dark and stormy—the moon in the sky was round and big, especially like a face plate, which was completely covered by a large cloud of clouds within a few minutes of exposure up.

It is now thirteen minutes past one, and the lights of Gotham are gradually dimming. The sound of steady breathing, the screams of robbery, and the sound of explosions... complement each other.

Five years hasn't changed a thing, Gotham is still the same.

Two days ago, Penguin and Black Mask just had a fight. Black Mask suffered a disastrous defeat and lost a piece of territory. Penguin, who feels that he is the winner of life, has been sleeping soundly for the past few days.

When the moon was rising, Penguin got up vaguely, and went to the toilet vaguely like sleepwalking, vaguely... He saw a person sitting on the sofa by the French window!

For a moment, Penguin's eyes widened, and he felt creepy, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

How is this person...

The Penguin called out his adaptability when facing Batman to deal with the current situation. As a result, he just calmed down when he was so frightened that he gasped again—this person didn't breathe!

Hold!What the hell is a midnight horror story! !

Before he could think of how to say the first sentence, the man spoke, and it was a metal male voice without mechanism. The Penguin thought it was more terrifying than Batman's throat cancer cavity!

"Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot... Penguin, are you sleeping well?"

Just looking at this sentence, doesn't it sound like a cordial greeting from an old friend?

Penguin only thinks this is a prelude to his death!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, cold sweat was about to fall, but he had to keep calm, he had to call his subordinates.

"This... sir? You came here late at night, do you have any deals you want to negotiate with me? I have to say, your appearance is very special, and I am very impressed." The penguin with a pale face said firmly. With a smirk, he moved towards the alarm beside the bed unobtrusively, "Please let me get dressed first, it's really rude."

The man laughed suddenly, as if he heard something particularly funny, he raised a hand and opened it: "Are you looking for this?"

Penguin couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he looked over - that was his alarm!

"It seems..." He flipped his hand, and the damn alarm fell to the ground pitifully, "You don't mean to negotiate a deal with me."

Penguin: Are you trying to negotiate a deal with me?I'm afraid you weren't sent by Black Mask to kill me! !

"Snapped--"

The man turned on the desk lamp at hand, and through the light, Penguin saw his whole picture.

It was a young man wearing a red hood and a black battle uniform. He folded his hands on... Bartley on his lap, relaxed all over, obviously not paying attention to this operation, as if he was It's like playing in your own back garden.

The Penguin took a deep breath and told himself to be calm. He hasn't done anything until now, so he must have another purpose. No matter what it is, satisfy him first, and wait for him to be safe...

He hid the killing intent in his eyes, and put on a flattering smile: "So, what kind of deal does this gentleman want to talk about? We can sit down and talk slowly."

"I think you probably don't want to talk about it." The man stood up, put Bartley on the sofa, stretched his hands to his waist, took out a pair of metal finger cots, and put them on slowly.

In Penguin's eyes, he is a devil crawling out of hell!

The young man wearing metal finger gloves slowly performed a standard aristocratic etiquette to him, which is the kind of slight bow that a man makes to a lady at the beginning of a canon dance-Penguin felt a strong sense of being humiliated.

He said softly, as if whispering in a lover's ear: "Before we have a friendly exchange, let me introduce myself, I am...Red Hood."

Penguin: ...!

At the same time, Black Mask, who just came out of the nightclub to drink away his worries, was attacked by a terrorist.

His subordinates, a dozen strong men, all disappeared after he vomited while holding the trash can!

On the misty small bridge, he was left alone for an instant, and the surroundings were so quiet that the soles of his feet felt cold.

The first thing he thought of was Batman, but he thought about it a little bit more. He has only dealt with Penguin recently, and he has done nothing else!Even if it's Batman, to quietly get rid of his dozen or so Schwarzenegger-level bodyguards... Did he throw up for more than 2 minutes?

no……

Not Batman!

The black mask woke up instantly, and he quickly became vigilant, because he didn't have half a weapon on him... If his new watch counts, then he might still have a little self-protection ability.

As the number one super villain in Gotham platoon, Black Mask still has some fighting power, at least better than the Penguin next door, but—the other party can deal with his bodyguard in less than 2 minutes, with his little fighting power Obviously not enough.

As long as it doesn't come up to kill him, everything is still negotiable.

...I hope the other party is not crazy like the clown!

There were footsteps in the mist, soft applause, and finally a metallic male voice that sounded like it came out of some sci-fi movie—Black Mask swears by his new territory, and he heard the sarcasm in it !

"The expression is very good, you can score an eight... Roman Sionis, Black Mask, has anyone told you a bedtime story? For example, don't hang out after dark?"

The black mask swallowed, and pulled out a smirk: "Can I ask, where are my bodyguards? It's because it cost me a lot of money to hire them."

"of course can."

The other party came out of the mist, with a red hood, black combat uniform, and a tight bag all over his body. He looked like a young man, not a very burly type.On each side of his thigh is a pair of wooden handles, depending on the model, they are two Italian □□92F, or the custom-made one.

He pointed under the bridge: "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

The black mask's fingers convulsed twice, he held his breath, leaned forward, and looked down——

Nineteen burly Schwarzeneggers were tied in a string by a rope and hung down to the surface of the calmly flowing river.They seem to have been made into puppets, each with the same expression, eyes open like dead fish, looking up, without any desire to express their current situation, as if... the soul has died, and the body is still in the world .

The black mask took a sharp breath. This kind of picture was really unfriendly to a person whose brain was still a little fluttering under the influence of alcohol.

He could almost imagine what would happen to him if he didn't cooperate with any conditions set by this guy who came out of nowhere!

Probably worse than them!

Black Mask doesn't suspect at all that this person was sent by the Penguin to attack him. If the Penguin had such a backhand, he would have revealed it long ago!Where would it take away so little of his territory, he would definitely swallow all his little money!

The other party just folded their arms and taunted him, and didn't even pull out the wooden barn. There was a half possibility that he wouldn't be killed.

The unarmed black mask took a few deep breaths, and smiled more eagerly: "How about... talk about your conditions first?"

The young man sneered, and pointed the white goggles on his head coldly at him: "Instead of talking directly, why don't we get to know each other first?"

The black mask smiled dryly: "This... this is unnecessary..."

"Why? Because you didn't take it seriously? Or, do you think it's just a... joker?"

The black mask trembled inexplicably, and the cold sweat from his forehead flowed down his cheeks, dripping on the collar of his suit, and a dark halo appeared.

The other party tilted his head, this movement was very natural, and it also made Black Mask more sure that he was not very old.He clapped his hands, took out two metal finger cots from the back of his waist, and eagerly said: "This is a gift, I just unwrapped it today, do you want to try it?"

"No! No!"

The black mask backed up again and again, before bumping into the electric pole after taking a few steps, he waved his hand stiffly, unable to laugh: "...I don't want to try, we can talk now!"

The other party shook his head regretfully, put on his fingertips neatly, and announced cruelly: "No, I think, and——Hello, Mr. Black Mask, I'm Red Hood."

Black Mask:!

The shrill scream pierced the silent night sky of Gotham and startled countless crows. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Half an hour later, on the small bridge where the mist receded, there was only a bloody black mask with broken bones, and nineteen Schwarzenegger men struggling frantically under the small bridge.

This would be a night that Black Mask would never forget, and it taught him one thing——

Whether you are a super villain or not, the night of Gotham is equally ruthless!

A small church in the suburbs of Gotham.

Under the tall birch tree, a golden portal appeared silently, and after the red hood with a handkerchief to wipe his hands came out, it disappeared silently.

Red Hood shook the blood-stained handkerchief in disgust, and the handkerchief had no flame.

With one hand on his hip, he silently looked at the chapel in front of him, tapped his fingers on his waist, and walked in with his long legs.

The interior of the church illuminated by candles was silent, only the slight crackling sound of the flame licking the candle wick, and the sound of Gotham's grinding night wind.

The young priest from Flashpoint World sat on the front bench, leaning against the back of the chair, silently looking at the cross of Jesus, which was not clearly visible under the candlelight, with a red hood on his right hand.

He does not believe in Christ, nor does he believe in any gods.

Why did you become a priest?

Todd thought, probably because life is really nothing, and there was no hope from the beginning to the end. He had to find something for himself, find a rope to tie himself, so that he wouldn't accidentally fall into it and couldn't get out of it. in the abyss.

At that time, the only place in Gotham that was relatively peaceful was the church, and there were devout Christians among the villains.

He is a juvenile delinquent, and he is tired after working for so long. He doesn't want to spend his whole life doing those tricks.It's nice to be a priest, at least it doesn't have all the shit.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he asked without looking back, "Is it done?"

"Hmm." Jason took off his hood, sat next to him, and leaned back relaxedly, "I'm busy now."

Todd took out the steaming hamburger and milk from the small folding space, and handed them to him: "We can apply for foreign aid. Unyielding Papa, they must be happy to help us."

Jason took the burger and milk, sighed, and said, "Black Mask is tougher than Penguin, huh?"

"Well...not counting." Todd touched his hood and curled his lips, "Penguin values ​​his life more. Before I did anything to him, he persuaded himself to leave. .”

Penguin who needs to lie in the intensive care unit for at least two months: MMP!You look at labor and say it again!devil!Where's Batman?Don't you care about it? !

Brother Black Mask: ...you f*ck shut up!

Jason took one look at him and decided to skip the subject: "Did I find a place to put the safe house, or are you going to put the safe house here?"

Their safe house was made by Sisley himself, with both magic and space ability, you can put it in any place, and it will be fine once the door is opened.

Todd shrugged: "I can do it. Since this church is owned by the owner, let's put it in the place you choose."

Jason finished the burger in a few gulps, drank a sip of milk, and stood up holding the hood with one hand: "Let's go, it's not too late, and you can go back and cook a supper. I want to eat seafood noodles, And you?"

"Seafood noodles..." Todd patted his hood and thought for a while, "Let's add some creamy scallop soup, there should be some scallops in the refrigerator."

Side by side, the two walked out of the church while discussing what to eat for supper today.

Ten minutes later, the old priest of this church came out of the small door tremblingly with a cane and holding a lamp. He would get up at this time every night to refill the candles, and some homeless wanderers would come Stay here for one night.

Today is different, someone changed the candle for him.

The old priest pushed his glasses and passed the lamp forward—a brand new Bible stood on the small desk in front of the cross.

He carefully opened the Bible and found that there was a letter inside. Inside the envelope was a thousand dollars and a note folded twice. On the note was written a sentence:

"May the world with light and warmth embrace the sunshine, Amen."

The author has something to say:

Priest Barrel: It's such a bad taste :)

Jason: I'm hungry, I want supper.

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