[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

At night, Freya wore a long windbreaker with the collar turned up to block the cold night wind.

It took her some effort to get out of the hotel.Sitting at the front desk of the lobby in the evening was a warm-hearted lady of a certain age. She pulled Freya and talked about many accidents that happened at night in recent years, hoping to prevent her from going out for "adventures".

Visitors are given a guidebook upon entering Gotham, much like the pamphlet Freya found in her hotel room, detailing criminals who rose to fame over the decades, from Penguin to Riddler to Joker As for Catwoman, the person who wrote the guide introduced them to tourists in a tone of introducing specialty products, and even circled a map of influence provided by some "enthusiasts".It's kind of like encouraging people to be stupid, if there isn't a bloody criminal record at the bottom of every page.

Freya spent the afternoon carefully reading the Gotham guide. For a moment, she had the idea of ​​visiting the Arkham Asylum, but she immediately rejected it.

In the end she decided to go out and see, at least to experience for herself what it was like to be at night in the so-called "Crime Capital".

She didn't really go to the nightclub in New Poly District, but walked east along the street outside the hotel.After only three blocks, there were two robberies in progress. Young men with guns threatened the supermarket counter to take out all the money, and homeless men with knives tore off women's necklaces.Freya disarmed the two robbers and tied them together with hemp rope from the supermarket. As soon as the two victims saw that they lost the ability to resist, they immediately grabbed the calculator and the leather bag and beat and kicked them.Occasionally, people who passed by had indifferent faces, and they didn't even give an extra look for it.

Freya solved the problem and continued on her way. She saw a strange pair of father and daughter in front of a dessert shop.

The beard on his face seemed to be a father who hadn't shaved for several days, holding his six or seven-year-old daughter tightly, with a nervous vigilance on his face.The toe of his sneaker has been kicked, and the toe is barely exposed.The little girl was wearing a beautiful princess dress, with a pair of small leather shoes on her feet, and her curly hair was softly attached to her forehead.She firmly grasped her father's hand with both hands, leaning back her whole body, trying not to let him move like a tug-of-war.

Freya has always liked the cubs, so she involuntarily slowed down.

"Dad! You promised to buy me a doll!" The little girl's voice was clear and clear.

Her father sighed, knelt down and stroked her hair gently.

"Cynthia, sweetheart," he said, "Daddy has to work overtime tonight. Tomorrow, when you wake up tomorrow, the doll must be waiting for you by the bedside, okay?"

The little girl's eyes widened. "Do you keep your word?"

The man gave a short laugh. "When did Dad ever lie to my baby?"

He gets a kiss on the cheek.

Freya was a little greedy, but she just stood there and watched quietly, her heart was as warm as if it was being simmered on the stove.

The father picked up the little girl and walked home.Freya concentrated her attention, and when she heard the sound of two groups of people fighting not far ahead, she accompanied the father and daughter for a longer walk.Fortunately, the punks were too busy fighting for territory, so they didn't pay attention to other things.

Sending them home from a distance, she heard the door closing in the alley, and Freya was about to leave, but suddenly heard another sound—the father seemed to have settled down and the daughter was answering the phone—she didn’t mean to Prying into the privacy of others, but before going out of the limit of hearing, a noun bumped into the ear.

The person on the other end of the phone was urging the father that the "goods" would be shipped to the port of Gotham in 10 to [-] minutes. The note seemed to have heard the wind and told him to hurry up and meet with other people.

Freya stopped abruptly, her face getting darker.

She dodged into an alley, and not long after, the father hurried past her.

Freya waited for him to walk away before peeking through the window, and saw the girl sleeping soundly on the sofa.

She pursed her lips, looked around, and found that there were no cameras on this street, so she jumped onto the roof lightly.She took off her windbreaker, took out a mask and a folded paper bag from her pocket, put the clothes in the bag and put them in a corner of the alley.

Freya didn't know that the camera was only for low-end players.

Batman had just driven out in the Batmobile when the voice of the old butler rang in his ears.

"There is a piece of news that you may be interested in." Alfred said, "Just now, the satellite system alerted me, and it issued a first-level alert."

"Superman?" Batman's tone fluctuated.

"I'm afraid not," said the old butler. "The satellite images show it's a lady."

"A woman who can fly unaided and at speeds exceeding Mach one," Batman said. "Do you recognize it?"

"Doesn't match any superpowers or mutants we know of," said the old butler. "That means..."

"That means there's a menacing new psychic roaming Gotham right now, and we don't know anything about her. Damn it!" Batman's voice dropped.

"I was just about to warn you that she's coming to Gotham Docks." Alfred said calmly, "I guess you could use a little help."

"I don't need help," Batman said.

Alfred feigned a small cry of surprise, and then said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Master Wayne, but I've already sent the message."

Bruce Batman Wayne is still speechless today.

He slammed on the accelerator as if venting, and the Batmobile accelerated with a strange scream, and rushed towards the largest port not far away.

When there were less than 200 meters left, a warning light came on on the side of the display screen on the car, and the on-board imager clearly showed the scene ahead-a tall woman appeared in front of him.

Batman slammed the steering wheel and walked past her.

At this moment he didn't know that in the near future, he would classify this way of stopping the Batmobile into the damn alien category.

Freya is wearing a rainbow pony headgear today, and her hair is tied up and pierced through the straps, like a pony's ponytail.

"Six teams, more than 160 guns, arrived on two freighters. The Nossa was loaded with marijuana and smuggled goods, and the Florence was loaded with explosives, chemical weapons and firearms." She lowered her voice and said to Batman who got out of the car , "Nice to meet you, Mr. Batman."

"Whoever you are," Batman said nonchalantly, "get out of my Gotham!"

"I'm just a tourist," Freya said softly, "a tourist with a little sense of justice. Before you came, I had already met your helper."

"I don't have help," Batman said grimly.

There was a laugh from the side, and someone stepped out of the shadows. "Don't be so extravagant, Batman. 160+ guns, you can't handle this by yourself."

"Nightwing," Batman's voice hissed, "why did you leave your own city and show up here?"

"A little vacation," Ye Yi said with a smile, "I also want to see my family by the way."

The older man was silent for a moment and said. "Since you want to help, you must follow my instructions."

"I can help too." Freya stepped forward a little.

The whistle of the ship came from the dock.

Batman glanced in her direction and growled warningly, "If you lie, you'll know what happens."

Freya nodded.

They entered from a less guarded corner of the port and stopped at the door of a warehouse.

"There are two teams inside. I heard equipment being distributed inside just now." Freya said, she frowned suddenly, "Wait, I heard the sound of fighting inside."

"The sound of fighting? Who could it be?" Nightwing looked at Batman inquiringly, who also seemed a little surprised.

The three of them entered the warehouse from the windows on the first floor, and soon found their target at the corner.

A vigorous figure knocked the opponent down with a heavy punch, and raised the gun in his right hand into the air——

"Red Hood!"

Nightwing exclaimed.

Batman paused, his muscles tensing.

"Nightwing?" The muzzle of the gun in Red Hood's hand sank, "Why are you in Gotham?"

He turned his head, and his pupils shrank after seeing the person clearly——

"Batman, long time no see."

The nocturnal creature backed away a little as if it had been punched.

"Red Hood, don't do this." Ye Yi said softly.

The cold and manic eyes under the mask of the red hood swept across the group of three people without answering.The gun in his hand was placed on the head of the fallen man, and he sneered.

Batman moved, as if about to do something.

"Don't." Ye Yi took a step ahead of him, "Just, don't, okay?"

Red Hood's eyes met his.

Ye Yi's eyes were soft, but he didn't take a step back.

Red Hood gave an irritated "tsk," but he finally lowered his gun, shook the barrel, and ordered lazily.

"Go and tie up the remaining two."

But the strong man who had been beaten had already collapsed on the ground like a lump of ooze, just staring at the muzzle of the gun that was still smoking with trepidation. Before him, three companions died under the gun.

"Move, big man, or I'm going to kick your ass," said Red Hood quietly.