[comprehensive] villain friend

Gotham reflection【1】

In this city, glimpse your own reflection.

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What kind of city is Gotham?

When Dolores got off the train, there was a thin drizzle of rain in the sky, and the slightly gloomy sky in Gotham was very low. Even the pigeons that fluttered past were gray. Everything looked like a long time ago Black and white film, with a kind of indescribable melancholy.

The black umbrella surface is covered with water mist, which slowly gathers into water droplets and drips like a veil. Pedestrians who pass by in a hurry step on the puddles accumulated on the ground, letting the splashing water drop on the pedestrian's trousers.An uncle in a jacket stood in the corner to hide from the rain, slowly lighting a cigarette in the hazy rain.

She took out an umbrella. It was sky blue, a color Dolores liked very much, but at the same time thought it looked out of place.

She stepped over the stagnant water and bypassed the slowly flowing water. She stood right in front of the train station, looked up at the gloomy sky, a large cloud covered everything, and the rain fell on her face like thin strands. Like a mist on the face.Gradually the rain increased,

Under the cover of the umbrella, the puddles under the feet were rippling, and slowly calmed down. In the circles of ripples, it revealed the figure of Dolores reflected in it.

Black and white reflections.

Before it was completely calm, Dolores had stepped across.

--forever.

……

"—The entire United States knows that our Gotham citizens are simple and honest, so they all like to come to our Gotham City for sightseeing." The guy at the front desk leaned against the service desk, showing a lazy and uninhibited smile, and he spread his arms slightly Spread your hands, "—Obviously we also understand this very well, everyone loves Gotham, so in order to treat them well, we must have a very good hotel... Otherwise, the Wayne Group will be full and build it—— Is it a big hotel?"

"Really?" Dolores smiled noncommittally, she hesitated, "I will stay in Gotham for a few days, are there any famous attractions nearby?"

"..." The little brother showed a deep expression, "...Arkham Asylum?"

"...sounds like a very... different attraction."

"I'm just kidding, it's better for girls not to go to this kind of haunted house." He waved his hand, "—how about Wayne Building?" He moved closer to Dolores, deliberately lowering his voice, "...the iconic building, there But the most prosperous place in Gotham."

"Sorry," Dolores stepped back, "but I'm a New Yorker."

——If you want to see some iconic buildings, why not go to the Stark Tower in the bustling area?

She took her room card and turned to leave.

"Hey wait! You can go and see the Bat Light!" said the other, "it's not far from here in the city center...if you're lucky, you might be able to see it lit up at night—it's It will not let you down."

Dolores gave him a look: "...when it lights up, what does it look like?"

"The appearance of being shrouded—" the little brother hesitated, "You will feel that... Batman is everywhere."

Dolores was silent for a moment, then she turned around: "...Oh, thank you very much. I'll check it out."

"Are you alone?" The little brother straightened up, as if he wanted to talk to Dolores again, "Hey, outsiders are not familiar with our Gotham, maybe you need a tour guide?"

"No—thank you." She nodded politely and walked to the elevator.

The guy at the front desk was still watching her back, as if reluctant to part.

"Hi, Ross?" The colleague next to him bumped into his shoulder with a puzzled look on his face, "What's the situation? I remember you like hot and bold girls? Why?... Have you changed your taste?"

"No, I still like bold girls." Rose shrugged.

"then you……"

"Isn't a girl traveling alone in Gotham bold enough?" he replied. Not interested in me."

……

Dolores closed the door.

The sensor light automatically turns on, and under the soft yellow light, the originally slightly cold and simple-style room becomes much softer.The living room was covered with a soft khaki carpet. Dolores put down her backpack, walked around the sofa, went straight to the window, and opened the closed curtains——

This city, which is composed of three tones of black, white and gray, is displayed in front of her like this, with a panoramic view.

This is Gotham.

she thinks.

A city... in a swamp.

As early as when she was in New York, she had heard of Gotham's name. There is not only the Wayne Group, which is as famous as Stark, but also the famous Batman.

Dolores has a good influence on Batman - she appreciates his style of doing things, "Give God what is God's, and Caesar what is Caesar's." Maybe the vigilante has superhuman strength, but because of this, it is more needed Clarify your own boundaries. At this point, Batman is undoubtedly the most sober and restrained of all superheroes.

But she wasn't here to admire Batman.

She came to this city to find someone.

She didn't know who this person was, nor did she know what kind of place she was looking for.She came to this city alone with no plan, with a gambler's mentality.

Can the invisible hand really cover the sky with one hand?Or will it just work in New York City?If so, then there is no doubt that in a city with an extremely high crime rate like Gotham, Dolores is looking for death.

—Of course, she would be happy to do so.

If she can't die in Gotham City - then she can walk sideways in Gotham.There is no place she can't go, because she is not afraid of danger at all. In this case, is it not easy to find someone?

Dolores said the name silently in her mind.

—Lucius Fox.

She never trusted others, but when the bar owner handed her the ball of paper, she knew that she would choose to believe it, because compared with the truth of things, hopelessness is more unacceptable.

So she would rather realize the subtle possibility of being unprepared than have the sober reality before her eyes.

She sat on the sofa and took out her mobile phone to look up the map.

[No. 441, Charles Street, District [-]]

Unexpectedly, that place is not very far from the hotel where Dolores is staying. Taking the subway in the center of Gotham, you can reach the [-]th District very quickly.

She glanced at her watch.12 noon.

In Gotham, people will always have a sense of time confusion. Gothic architecture, always gloomy sky that never seems to clear up, faces in a hurry, elegant and exquisite but unreasonably decadent black and white gray experience in this place The city that has passed the great crisis and left its imprint forever is swaying freely, as if silently hinting to all outsiders——

In this city, anything can happen.

There is no clear time boundary in this city, only night and day, and even occasionally the two are difficult to be clearly distinguished.

It's still early.

Dolores plans to go to lunch nearby first.

……

"Ding bell~"

The man standing on the table in the restaurant looked at the door for an instant, and the people sitting in the restaurant scattered all over their bodies in awe, or touched their waists, or touched the guns placed beside the table.

The heavy door was pushed open, and Dolores put away her umbrella, and the rain slid down the canopy and collected at the tip, soaking the scarlet blanket.

She raised her head and looked around the quiet restaurant. She keenly felt a strange atmosphere. She took a step forward in a strange way. She didn't know if it was an illusion, as if she heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

She stood there, feeling the coolness of the wet clothes, but there was no waiter in this weird restaurant.

"... waiter?" She called hesitantly, ignoring the warning eyes around her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The young man in waiter's attire stood up suddenly, his eyes were turquoise, and he had a fair to somewhat feminine face with a forced smile on his face, "Ahem... what we have today ..." He seemed to glance at someone, "Uh-our store is booked out."

Dolores: "..."

She glanced at the sparsely populated restaurant, and curled her lips: "...Is that so?"

"Actually I remember we put up signs outside the restaurant—… right George?" he asked over a thick-armed man's face.

"That's right." The man stared at Dolores with a gloomy face. She saw that the other's legs were shaking impatiently, and one hand was behind her, as if holding something—she felt that the next moment the other It is necessary to use some violence to "send" her away.

...It should be said that it really deserves to be Gotham?

"So..." The handsome man turned his head to look at Dolores, curled his lips and shrugged, making an innocent expression.

"If you're talking about a piece of brown paper—" Dolores paused for a moment, remembering the brown sign that she had noticed when she was outside and was stuck on the steps and couldn't be picked up, "...I Did see that, it seemed to be blown off by the wind. If so—"

Accompanied by her slow tone, the relaxed eyes around her seemed to gradually become fierce again.Instead, Dolores stood there quite relaxed, and even changed her standing posture leisurely.

"—why so serious?"

The exclamation-like sentence interrupted what Dolores was about to say, and everyone's eyes fell on the source of the voice, and Dolores couldn't help frowning and also looked over.

The man with green hair and pale makeup casually turned the silver fork in his hand, staring down at the sharp fork that reflected the light as it turned. He seemed to be laughing, but Dolores noticed that at the next moment Just the drawn red mouth, the spooky purple suit just right, spread slightly as his other hand rests on the couch.He seemed to be extremely loose and relaxed, but he occupied the absolute central position in this weird restaurant.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

"Why don't you just sit back and relax?" He looked up at Dolores at last, the face was finally facing her—

It was a weird face, a makeup that belonged to a clown.

Dolores smiled calmly, and looked directly at the other party: "...It's an honor."