The feasibility of working the night shift in Gotham

With the creak of the wooden door, the little boy poked his head out from the door, "It's going to be dark soon, you should hide with us, Father Todd."

The man called Father Todd turned around, with a smile on his handsome face, walked towards the child and squatted in front of him, and touched his head, "The good boy is already asleep now."

His slightly sallow face was flushed, and his tone was a little shy, "I'm just worried about you, Father." As he spoke, his shy tone faded, and turned into excitement, "Are you waiting for me?" People? Wait for Batman? I heard from other people that you worked with Batman."

"Is he really a huge bat-shaped monster like the rumors? He used his claws to kill criminals like Penguin and Riddler." Speaking of Gotham's urban legends, the child's voice became louder, and the boy excitedly raised his hand. Waving his arms in the air, his eyes showed seriousness, "Can he fly?"

He lowered his voice, "I come from darkness."

Father Todd was amused by the boy's performance. He shook his head, "He uses a gun, boy, I can assure you, he is human."

Seeing the boy's depression visible to the naked eye, Father Todd paused, but still "ruthlessly" pierced the boy's last fantasy, "As for flying, I think his plane can indeed fly."

"Okay." Father Todd got up and patted the top of the boy's head, "Go to sleep, children who don't sleep will be captured by clowns."

The boy ran to the door obediently, and when he was about to enter, he turned his head and asked, "Then when will you be back?"

"Soon, boy, soon."

"Then I hope you will be able to wait for the person you are waiting for soon."

Watching the boy disappear from the end of the corridor, Father Todd slowly turned around.

Standing under the statue of the Virgin Mary in the center is a woman with her back to him. The woman is obviously black-haired and in a black dress, but when the moonlight shines on her through the stained glass on the top of the church, the light floats, and the figure of the woman becomes It was radiant but also illusory.

Father Todd walked towards the woman at a faster pace, until the woman suddenly turned around, the two looked at each other, and a deeper smile spread on the priest's face, the boy said it was right, he was indeed Waiting for man, waiting for the man who came out of the darkness, waiting for his goddess.

He took the woman's hand, bent down and kissed the back of the woman's hand, and with her silent consent, he pecked and kissed her neck all the way to her ear. He knew she would not respond to him, but it didn't matter, he leaned forward He reached the woman's ear, and nibbled her white earballs until they turned rosy, before he softly called out to his gods and embraced her in his arms.

"Nyx, my goddess."

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Jason Todd, the priest of the Gotham Church, he prayed for the people of Gotham, adopted street children, rescued the injured, and drove away the gangsters who destroyed the streets. He was worshiped by the people of Gotham East, but no one Knowing that before he became a priest, he had also gone astray.

His parents are just like ordinary Eastside families. His father died on the street, and his mother died of drugs. He was forced to grow up on the street at a very young age, following animals and stealing food from his own kind. He followed his father's old path of wandering the streets and stealing things. , Joining gangs to fight, he knew that this kind of life would lead him to death, but he just didn't expect death to come so soon.

That was the last organization he joined, a cult organization Blood Brothers, and he didn't know why he joined this organization. He never thought that such things as gods really existed in the world, and he didn't even bother God.If they did exist, why didn't they answer him, his prayers during those unbearable nights, his fear of losing his life after each injury, his anguish of being alone.

It is he who relies on himself to survive the catastrophe. In this world, he is alone, and the only thing he believes in, and he can only believe in himself.

But people will change. He joined the Blood Brothers. Perhaps he just wanted to find a kind of spiritual sustenance for his chaotic life, and to prove to himself that he was still alive in a world with a dark future.

He didn't expect that he would die in a bloodbath. Several bullets pierced his chest and tore his lungs. He was knocked down to the ground by the impact. The bitter and strong smell of blood rose from the bottom up. It was sent to his taste buds through the windpipe, and with every breath, a lot of blood spilled out of his mouth and nose and stained his clothes.

Jason fell to the ground on his back, knowing that breathing was painful, but he still couldn't help inhaling more, just like a person who knew he was going to fall to the bottom of a well and insisted on grabbing the fragile and fragile straw, just like his I have been doing useless work for the first half of my life.

The hoarse throat let out a final mocking sound, he panted for some reason, and slowly stretched out his right hand to the moon towering in the sky, as if he really wanted to grab the last straw.Unexpectedly, when his hand was about to fall, it was held by another hand, which was completely different from his coldness and delicateness - it was a woman's hand. He was surprised and tried to open his eyes and look up, but the massive blood loss had already Blurred his eyes.The questions he struggled to ask were all drowned in the blood in his throat.

In the blurred vision, the woman knelt down beside him and bent down to his side. She stretched out her other hand and brushed away the blood-stained hair on his forehead. He and the woman looked at each other with blurred vision It was black pupils with shimmering light, and inside the pupils were emotions that he could neither understand nor see through. They stared at each other, the woman moved her eyes first, and an inaudible sigh came out of her mouth. His fingers slid across his cheek and stained some of his blood.

"Go to sleep." She said, putting his upper body on her lap, combing his hair over and over again with blood-stained fingers.

Unbelievably, when the woman said these words, the pain that troubled him disappeared from his body, and a warm, light touch enveloped his whole body, just like the words of those people who he never believed in escaped death , he wondered if they had the same experience as him.But it was true that his soul seemed to have never been so relaxed, and he wanted him to sigh in satisfaction, he thought, this was the only time he heard a woman speak to him, and maybe this would be his last.

He lay on the woman's soft knees, he knew that he might still be unwilling in his heart, he didn't know what was the cause of these unwillingness, he knew that he just didn't admit it, he did something wrong, made a mistake, and he refused to change He is celibate because change means pain, denying his pain.

But now, he held the woman's finger with all his strength. Maybe it was a man's regret not to know the name of a beautiful woman. He was once again amused by his own humor.

"You are here, little Nix. I have been looking for you for a long time. What are you doing to show your kindness? Oh, so it is this child." Another person who couldn't see clearly, but could be identified by the sound, came It's a man. "Okay." He was a little impatient, and grabbed the woman's arm. "This scene is too strange. If you don't want people to pay attention to this place, you should leave quickly. Maybe this kid still has a way out."

The woman ignored the man's pulling, and attached her cold palm to his eyes, and the darkness slowly descended.He also swallowed his own last breath, he thought, at least he heard the name, although such an ending was unwilling but not unacceptable.

The night wrapped him up, and the floating soul landed on the ground again. His chest and nasal cavity let out a dry, strong breathing sound. He suddenly sat up and looked around blankly.The old priest stood beside his bed, smiling at him, "You're still alive, boy, when I found you in the churchyard, I thought you wouldn't make it through the night."

The old priest made prayer gestures in the air and said to him, "The Lord bless you, my child."

He subconsciously refuted the priest, "God does not exist." Afterwards, he fell into regret. It is not wise to refute the priest in church.

Fortunately, the priest didn't say anything, just smiled and let him have a good rest.

"Wait, Father, I still have a question." He stopped the other party, swallowed his saliva in a panic under the gaze of the priest, poured out his dry voice, took a deep breath and said the woman's name word by word.

"Nyx, have you ever heard of this name?" He looked at the priest expectantly, hoping to hear the answer he wanted.

But the priest suddenly laughed out loud, went to the side and poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, smiled and shook his head at him, "You said you don't believe in God to me, but my child."

"This is the name of a god. I don't know where you heard it. It's a Greek word for a female. Nyx—the goddess of the night representing day, death, and destiny."

"And you should read the news, boy, gods are real. The battle between the Amazons and the Atlanteans has wiped out a city by the sea."

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Back in time, in the dim room, only the lighted candles on the simple wooden table exuded dim light, illuminating the entangled shadows of the two people in the room.

His hands brushed away her sweaty long hair, rubbed against her smooth back, and clasped her shoulders so that her body would not be rushed out by him.

"You should be careful, Nyx." He kissed the woman's flushed side face, and under the woman's puzzled gaze, he lowered his head and gently arched his nose against her fair neck, tasting the wet and salty sweat with his taste buds, and then Leaning close to the woman's ear, the teasing made the chests of the two close to each other resonate together.

"Those kids, their ears are sharper than a bat's."

Only at this time can a woman have a strong emotional reaction. Her already flushed cheeks become even more rosy, and her black jade-like eyes are stained with a thin layer of warmth and anger. hold him by the shoulder.

But it wasn't enough to cause him pain, because the hormones of pleasure/pleasure usually had the upper hand at this time.

He rested his head on the woman's soft belly, allowing her to comb his sweat-stained hair with her fingers. This behavior usually lasted until he fell asleep and when he woke up the next day, the woman would disappear until she was there again. Appeared in the night of the church.

But obviously tonight, she didn't want to do that.

"What's wrong?" he asked looking up.

"Claw told me Batman wants to see you guys at Wayne Manor."

Batman wants to see him?Still in Wayne Manor?As the kid said, they did work together a few times after he helped Batman with his gunshot wound, but private life was never an area they wanted to meddle in.Jason didn't continue to ask, he knew she wouldn't answer him either.

He just got up and stroked the woman's long black hair, picked up the clothes at the foot of the bed and put them on for her, kissed the back of the woman's hand, and he was satisfied to see her wearing the clothes he chose.

"Let's go," he said.

He wondered what exactly Batman wanted to see him for.

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The author has something to say:

It's the priest barrel of the Flashpoint world.

Probably the setting of the priest and the goddess, the beautiful (dog blood) story of the person who restrains himself but still wants to steal the gods and the person who doesn't understand love but falls in love