[Comprehensive British and American] Flying around the sun

Charlie Taylor's day begins at nine o'clock in the morning.

Charlie said goodbye to his siblings and strapped the giant lemonade can to the back of his bike.He set off against the sun, jingling his bicycle bell and selling lemonade.

It's summer vacation, and kids like him tend to sell lemonade or newspaper cookies on the street for pocket money.But Charlie is not setting up the stall for pocket money at the moment, but because he joined the Boy Scouts and needs to earn his own money to buy uniforms.

This incident made Charlie feel a little unbelievable when he recalled it-a street kid from Gotham would actually join the Boy Scouts!You know, "Boy Scouts" has pretty much become a curse word in Gotham.Whether it is a child or an adult, no Gotham person will truly believe in God. Living in this ghostly city is by no means a gift from God, but many people are willing to pray for a decent death.

But... I have to admit that the brand of Gotham seems to have gradually disappeared from him.Although Gotham is also a guarded city, people often feel more fear than love for Batman.Living in this city, no one can guarantee that he will never commit a crime—and no one knows whether Batman's fist will fall on his face in the next second.

But in Dawn City, everything seems to be different.When people saw a child like him appearing on the street, his expression was not vigilant and disgusted against thieves, but a kind and gentle smile.He didn't even have to hawk as hard as he could, there were quite a few people willing to take care of the lemonade business for a little boy on an overly big bike.Boy Scouts is not an insulting word here. Almost every child who joins the Boy Scouts will repeat it over and over again with a tight face and seriousness: Do good deeds every day!

He turned a corner with difficulty pedaling his bicycle.He is going to set up a stall on the busiest street, so that today's activities can be concluded in one morning.

At the end of his line of sight was a tall white tower.The tower was destroyed and rebuilt, and the material used in the reconstruction is said to be the same material as Washington's Hall of Justice, which emits a faint white shimmer even at night.After learning the true function of the White Tower, people passing by would always stop and give a tribute to the tower with their eyes. Charlie knew that in some street slang, people would call it the "Tower of Babel".

The Tower of Babel, the Gate of God, the symbol of human beings touching the boundaries of the gods... Qinu herself doesn't like this name, but this young city does not have devout beliefs, and people are willing to find words from religion to praise this miracle city ​​logo.

Dawn City is being called the safest city on the east coast... Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated.Since people can often see Qi girls active in the streets and alleys, it means that this city is not as safe as they imagined.

But Charlie thinks he has a good say on this: unlike in Gotham, where he is always involved in the melee of black and white criminals and indiscriminate attacks by mentally ill criminals, nor is he often faced with aliens like Metropolis and New York. invasion.Even Central City, guarded by The Flash, has the notorious gang of scoundrels!In contrast, Dawn City, where there are no super villains, is particularly reassuring under the brilliance of the White Tower.

This sense of security made Charlie occasionally think he was dreaming.Therefore, when he had nothing to do, he would often stare blankly at the warm glow emanating from the White Tower.This is a common pastime for the residents of Dawn City. According to rumors, if they are lucky, people can see the figure of Qi Nu flying out from the top of the tower like a white dove.This is how he usually spends his rest time selling lemonade in the streets and alleys—Charlie stopped the car again, wiped his sweat, and leaned under the tree to stare at the White Tower.

"Son, give me a glass of lemonade." A husky soft female voice said.Charlie looked up and saw another figure standing in the shade gazing at the White Tower.

It was a rather haggard-looking red-haired woman, so thin that she could almost be blown away by a gust of wind, a white coat was dangling loosely on her body.In such a hot summer, she used a silk scarf to firmly cover her neck, and anyone with a discerning eye could see her pale face.

Charlie hurriedly took out the paper cup, filled her with a glass of lemonade, and handed it over with ice cubes.The haggard red-haired lady looked down at him through her glasses, smiled, and fumbled in her pocket.Then, she paused, pulled out her free hand, and switched to the other pocket.Charlie whispered, "Just fifty cents, ma'am."

Without realizing it, the lady took out a green bill from the pocket over there, and handed it to Charlie.Charlie took the banknote and was surprised at the face value on it: "It's too much, ma'am, I can't find it."

"It's okay, kid," she said flatly, with a smile. "Can you tell me about the tower? I've only just been here. What material is it made of?"

"Uh." Charlie frowned, and he felt that the lady's demeanor was not as friendly as she showed.But he said anyway, "I don't know, ma'am. I just heard it's the same material as the New Hall of Justice, but it's too far from Washington."

"Really?" the lady laughed and said peacefully, "I know that one. It's the calcite from the Butterfly Nebula 17 light-years away, absorbing all the light from the burst of their galaxy's destruction. Maybe you'll call that Romance for transhumans... but I just feel arrogant."

Charlie was so shocked that he almost didn't listen to what she was saying, his eyes were fixed on her hand holding the lemonade with ice.The hot temperature made the cup wall covered with drops of water, which were slowly flowing down the bony hand—transparent drops of water flowed through the hand, turning into diluted blood.

Charlie backed away without a trace, trying to get on his bicycle and get out of here naturally, and then pressed the call button of the White Tower on the street corner to tell the girl about the anomaly he found.

The red-haired lady took one look at him and laughed again.She put her hand into the pocket that she hadn't taken out just now, and Charlie's intuition suddenly frantically warned him!When he was surviving on the streets of Gotham, Charlie relied on this premonition to escape several life crises.He made a decisive decision and rushed to the side, and there was a loud noise behind him!

boom!

A bullet breaks the lemonade can on Charlie's bike, causing the bike to overturn and the lemonade gurgling all over the floor.And Charlie didn't care about it. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear—he finally confirmed that this woman was exactly the same as the criminals in Gotham's Arkham Asylum.Although she looks gentle and elegant, her soul has been completely distorted, and it is impossible to return to a normal person again.

Seeing him dodging, the woman tilted her head and said thoughtfully, "You know Qi women, don't you?"

She moved the muzzle again.Charlie rolled and ran, the bullet hitting the ground on his heel, kicking up a cloud of warm dust.He ran towards the intersection, waving his arms desperately at the merchants and passers-by who came out to check after hearing the gunshots, and shouted: "Don't go there—go and call the White Tower!"

"Yes, that's it." The lady nodded with a smile, "Hurry up."

The patrol police at the intersection ran all the way to Charlie's direction, drawing their guns hastily.However, the woman's reaction speed was faster than his. With a light burst, the policeman let out a painful groan and fell to the ground.Blood splattered on the ground, passers-by let out a low cry of horror, but no one left.A strong man grabbed a drink box in front of the store and threw it at the woman with the gun, trying to stop her from shooting again.

In a sense he succeeded—the woman ghostly dodged the thrown debris, then raised her hand and fired two more shots in the direction Charlie was running.The bullet flew past his face, shattered the glass cover on the call button, and shattered the button with perfect precision.

The alarm bells of the White Tower rang, but Charlie felt a surge of despair.He knew that since the collapse of the first White Tower, Qi Nu no longer kept watch over the city.The people at the time were naturally relieved, but it is not a good thing now... The middle-aged man dodged several bullets in embarrassment, but was still shot in the calf.

Charlie turned around and saw a gray-haired old lady pull out a gun from her handbag and aim it steadily at the haggard-looking red-haired woman.

"I don't care what happened to you, you are not allowed to hurt people in Liming City." The old lady said sharply, "Put down your weapon, or I will shoot!"

No, no, no.Charlie said to himself, and he rushed in that direction again.If he was only seven years old and still wandering in Gotham, he should turn around and run, find an absolutely safe place to hide, and wait for the storm to pass.But he can't—he can't now—

"Stop it, you madman!" Charlie roared, but the words came out like a thin choked sob.He gritted his teeth and rushed towards her, trying to snatch the gun from her hand, but she reacted quickly and dodged his attack with a dodge.Charlie slammed into space again and fell to the ground.

"Get away, kid." Her words were as cold as ice, with a bone-piercing chill, causing Charlie's heart to contract violently. "I don't intend to kill anyone for now."

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly raised her head to look at the sky and laughed.

There was a clicking sound behind her, and Charlie watched in horror as a giant beam shot out from behind her and hit a building.A hole the size of a window appeared at the end of the light beam, and the scorched black cracks continued to spread.Only then did he believe that what the woman said "I don't want to kill people for the time being" was the truth—then, her eyes shone with an astonishing light, which was not a description, but a light that actually existed.These two beams of bright light almost drowned out the day, and Charlie let out a cry of pain, closed his eyes, and felt tears flowing from his eyes.

"Get out of my city!" He heard a voice approaching from far away, descending from the sky with anger.The voice was so familiar, and so was its owner who had fallen from the sky years before, saving Charlie and his brothers and sisters from helpless struggle.Charlie relaxed almost instantly, and although his shins were still shaking with fear, he just believed for no reason that Qi Girl would protect everyone.

"You're finally here, Qi Girl." The red-haired woman's voice said with a smile, "Why are you acting like a dragon that has been broken into a cave?"

"Hide well, Charlie." He heard Qi Nu say, her voice was very clear and steady amidst the sudden wind, "The police will be here in a while, and you will be fine."

……

"Mind if I have a cigarette?" Sherlock said.

"I don't really mind." Gotham's current police chief James Gordon said dryly, "but I don't think the current situation seems suitable for this."

"You mean you're going to contact Batman right now, even if you don't even have his phone number, and it's daytime?" Sherlock lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, "Or are you going to mobilize a group of people?" Go to Arkham and wait for their bones to be broken...useless bureaucracy."

"So Mr. Moriarty, what is your opinion?" Gordon finally couldn't hold back his anger. He pointed out the window, and the plants began to wind and circle on the roads of Gotham like crazy. At the end is Arkham Asylum.Anyone with a little common sense living in Gotham can see that Poison Ivy is breaking out of prison, and she is likely to let all the criminals out, causing unprecedented chaos.

"The Poison Ivy girl you mentioned is no longer in that lunatic asylum." Sherlock, who had a wicked pseudonym, narrowed his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke, admiring the billowing green flowing outside the window with great interest, "This Just a show for us to see."

Bruce Wayne, who was having a heart-to-heart conversation with Damian's math teacher in Gotham Elementary School, looked at the climbing vines with a look of horror on his face, and grabbed the boy who was excitedly about to rush into the bathroom with one hand behind his back. Damian's collar.

"Where are you going, Mimi?" Bruce yelled in panic. "We've got to wait for the police here! God, what's this?"

Damian's expression was as if he saw Santa Claus sitting on the bed asking him for candy on Halloween, his facial features were wrinkled and twisted together.

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The author has something to say:

Mimi: I caught my toe, thank you...

Sherlock Moriarty, here we go! (ah?)