[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Winter 1990.

America, Gotham City.

The endless silent dirty snowflakes are blown down by the wind.

The smoggy nursery rhymes swayed over the same smoggy Gotham, around the weird Gothic buildings and the tall gargoyle stone sculptures on the eaves, and the wind spread throughout Gotham, endlessly.

——Listen to it, even nursery rhymes are reflected in such despair.

This is Gotham City, where every tile of the floor is full of filth, and there is no city with the highest crime rate in the United States.

Dark, gloomy, evil, crazy...

So when the shiny bright orange pointed-toed men's leather shoes stepped off a luxury car, accompanied by the high-to-explosive BGM in the car, the entire Gotham painting style had such a moment distorted.

But obviously, the owner of the shoes didn't just work hard on the shoes. The legs wrapped in bright orange trousers that stepped out generously, the matching high-end suit with silver buttons on the waist, and the dark shadow that covered most of the face Orange Gradient Sunglasses...

From head to toe, from left to right, from top to bottom, a whole color system...

They are all showing Gotham a new look and a new style :)

"Wow, Gotham."

The man in orange whistled, and closed the car door with a backhand, and the cool and domineering BGM behind him finally stopped.

He took off his glasses with one hand, revealing a pair of surprisingly beautiful, big caramel-colored eyes that vividly expressed disgust.

"That Brucey guy grew up here?"

The man who was muttering and complaining was obviously young, around 20 years old, and from a wealthy family.

His cheeks are smooth, his skin is tight, and his expression is fierce. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call him a youth—this formal suit is the first time he is wearing it, and he usually prefers T-shirts and sweatshirts, and he is awkward at the moment Twist the cuffs.

The luxury car that brought him was started by the driver, looking for a parking space.

If someone could look in through the car window at this moment, they would find that on the pile of documents scattered randomly in the back seat of the car, there was a line of conspicuously printed characters on the letterhead of each copy - Stark Industries.

However, the car window is visible from one side, and others do not know that this outsider is the only son of the chairman of Stark Industries, but this does not prevent everyone from seeing him as a "fat sheep".

Don’t think it’s safer during the day!

This is Gotham!

--Sin City.

—Crime Capital.

—the lair of madmen and gangsters.

Hey, any passer-by can vouch for that, as early as the first moment that luxury car tire hit Gotham territory, countless pairs of eyes were on him!

Nothing happened at the moment, not because everyone wanted to wait for the first bird.

And, more importantly.

The destination of this "fat sheep" is Wayne Building.

——Gotham's most secure landmark, bar none.

Under the eyes of many security personnel, there will be no one for the time being...

and many more.

After a sound of "dadada" and "piapiapia" footsteps, Tony Stark felt the corner of his clothes being pulled by a soft and soft force.

It was so slight that it was almost overlooked—if it wasn't for a child's voice that sounded like a baby at the same time.

"Ni...gulu...does Ni have money?"

Even though he really didn't want to admit it, Tony Rich Stark's ears trembled at this moment.

He turned around, lowered his head in the direction of the sound, and saw a cute... uh... dirty little face at a glance.

That kid who was slurring his words and couldn't control his saliva...Little Tudou...only four or five...three or four...years old?

Dirty torn cotton clothes and small trousers make it difficult to distinguish gender, and the child's voice before the voice change is often difficult to distinguish between male and female.

A pure black semi-long curly hair like a fried lion cub nestled on his/her small head like a wig, a little dry and knotted.

His face, which could barely be regarded as baby fat, was gray in the east and black in the west, but it could be vaguely seen that his complexion was the peculiar paleness of Caucasians, and his facial features were also very good.

The whole little potato was clean except for the eyes.

——Also, the crystal clearness is a bit too much.

The cobalt blue in those eyes is like the extreme north or the extreme south, a small piece of sharp color pried from the junction of the clearest glacier and the endless sky.

Someone always said before that the cleanest thing in the world is a child's eyes.

Tony, the representative of trendy young people with high IQ, once sneered at this: he would rather stay with Howard Stark all day than see those little pigs who only know howling!

... really fragrant.

Stark said "I'm just interested in emergencies" while softening his voice by N degrees, squatted down, and looked at the dirty little potato and said, "Kid, I have money, and thieves have money." .”

Because of the changing angle, Tony finally saw the two pierced ears on Little Tudou's ear—oh, it's a female Tudou.

Little Tudou, who had already been forced to let go of the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes because he squatted down, otherwise he might be dragged to the ground: "... 噫."

Her dirty cheeks trembled, and "dazed" was written all over them.

The phrase "There is money in mud" is obviously a standard begging sentence, but basically after saying this sentence, people either pay for it or wave their hands and kicks to make them go away-this is an obvious way to deal with begging.

... No one ever said "thieves have money".

thief.

Have.

money.

Very good and fat sheep.

The blue-eyed little potato is really young, so small that he can't contain the saliva he secretes unconsciously.

She pursed her lips and "gurgled" again, feeling uncomfortable because it was the first time she looked up at an adult instead of looking up: "Hot, are you laden with money?"

Stark, the rich fat sheep: "No."

So fresh and coquettish, not pretentious or routine...

Little Potato was stunned again.

She didn't continue to speak this time, but blinked and turned sideways in a small, bewildered way.

Tony didn't turn his head, he just turned the sunglasses in his hand, and from the surface of the lens, he saw a lean and gloomy man in a certain alley opposite, showing half of his body and gesturing viciously at Little Potato.

At the man's feet, there were several other thinner and dirtier potatoes, medium, small, and half small.

……really.

It has become an industrial chain.

I don't know which link in the industrial chain the little potato is.

Not to mention that a Stark usually only brings a black card and no cash when going out, even if he really gave her money, it is impossible for the money to fall into her hands; even if it falls into her hands, she can't protect it.

—Don't think Tony didn't notice the blatant glances from all directions.

Tony put the dark orange sunglasses on Little Tudou's face with his backhand, blocking her self-concealed view of "asking for instructions" in the alley, and with a twist of his elbow, he slipped her into his arms.

"Little Potato, what's your name?"

"Wow, the nest is not thin." The little girl hanging in the air was full of curly hair, struggling to pack back the saliva that was about to leak, and then replied, "...Nightingale (nightingale, transliteration: Nightingale). "

She couldn't even distinguish between "I" and "wo" when she spoke, but she could spell the name so clearly and accurately that it was so long that she couldn't count the number of letters.

As expected, there are no last names.

"Okay, little Nightingale."

Tony sighed in his heart, took her to the hot dog stand next to him, and ordered a hot dog with less salt and less black pepper, double ketchup and no mustard.

——Just like the shops around the Stark Tower in New York are extremely hot, Gotham also has such small vendors near the Wayne Building. The normal salty and spicy food is definitely not suitable for children's hungry stomachs.

After buying the hot dogs, Tony took her to sit in front of the outdoor heat lamp in the Wayne Building Square. The dirty little nightingale and the bright young man sat cross-legged on the lawn.

The gray snow is still floating in the sky, the gargoyle sculpture on the eaves has black bat wings, the gloomy Gotham, the gloomy sky, other places are covered with snow, only this area is dry and warm, the small The girl's face became ruddy visible to the naked eye.

She has a small face, the sunglasses always fall down on her face, and her mouth is also small.

The hot dog was longer than her face, and the bread wrapped outside was wider than her face.

The process of nursing the little nightingale to eat is simply one of the most novel experiences in Tony's 20 years of life.

By the time she smeared her face with ketchup and ate until she was full, only two-thirds of a whole hot dog was gone.

The little girl wrapped the remaining third with oiled paper, hugged her in her arms, and hiccupped cherishingly and contentedly.

Then, presumably as a thank you, she drew a smiley face on the hem of Tony's suit with her ketchup-smeared fingers.

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched when he didn't realize it at first, but now he did...

Is it true that you will repay your kindness with revenge?

The adults have a ton of Tony Stark barely going to bother.

Through the reflection of the dark orange sunglasses with ketchup on the lower edge, Tony found that the gloomy man who was in charge of "guarding" Little Nightingale had approached the corner of this street, and the dirty Little Nightingale had obviously noticed it too. The other party has divorced.

She stood up, her short legs looked like two thin matchsticks against the unsuitable cotton clothes.

Before the little dirty bird flew back to the dirty nest that didn't belong to her, Tony asked her, "Little Nightingale, do you want to go with me?"

—Come with me, leave Gotham, the birds here can't grow up.

However, those cobalt blue eyes just looked at him calmly and sadly through the gray snow.

"My family is here, Tony."

The words were like waves on the water, quickly mixed with the whistling wind, clear, yet seemed to be just auditory hallucinations.

It wasn't until that small figure disappeared on the street corner that the young Stark Industry heir finally confirmed that she didn't refer to "I" as a "nest", and she no longer spoke childishly.

as well as……

When did he tell her he was Tony Stark?

The author has something to say: The ability of the heroine: there is already a foreshadowing, please guess freely

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