[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

The night is deep.

Gargoyles cast ghostly shadows on Gothic buildings.

An agile black figure stopped at the tip of a certain building, bowed its head, and looked down at the man who was parking the luxury car equipped by Bruce Wayne in the dilapidated parking lot, slowly turned off the engine and got off, and turned into the narrow alley to go home Tall and graceful figure.

In the dark night, the young vigilante with a pair of sticks on his back and a blue bird logo on his chest let out a silent sigh.

It's been three days, it's been three days!

Just to follow up and observe this mutant beauty whose name is also a kind of bird!

...It's really perverted no matter what you think.

Ye Yi questioned himself inwardly.

Why is he working double jobs in Gotham even though he is already a vigilante in Bludhaven? ? ?

Of course, because the third generation of Robin - "Red Robin" Tim Drake - is still an immature teenager.

Red Robin came to the door by himself in the first place. The young boy's personality is more lively and detached than Ye Yi himself back then, and he is better at manipulating electronic equipment and logical reasoning than gymnastics.

He is young, even if he is a genius, he must receive compulsory education (study) during the day, and at night he will be pressured by Ah Fu to drink a cup of milk from the Bat family.

Coupled with the tragedy of the second-generation Robin Jason Todd a few years ago... Batman has been unwilling to let Little Tim officially perform tasks alone.

Under the circumstances that Batman has countless crimes to fight every night and has no time to monitor for a long time, even if he is no longer Robin, since he is in Gotham and adheres to the principle of making the best use of everything, Nightwing has to take on the responsibility of Robin again. Bin's life.

Thinking of the broken uniform in the Batcave stained with Jason's dried blood and painted with clowns laughing wildly, Dick couldn't help but sighed deeply.

——Who made him the elder brother? Of course, the elder brother must be responsible and capable of execution.

——On the top, it can appease the old father, and on the bottom, it can subdue the young man.

……

Dick is confident in his level of stealth.

He routinely followed Miss Bodyguard from the night she took office for three days.

Nightingale's work and rest is very regular.

She followed Bruce Wayne during the day, she didn't talk too much, she was quiet and had no sense of existence, and her work at night ended after sending the payee back to Wayne Manor.

Then, she would drive the car provided by the bodyguards sponsored by Bruce, and drive alone from Wayne Manor at the north end of Gotham to her residence at the southwest end—a small attic that is narrow but full of life, and the rent must not be high. .

As for the nightlife, they either take an early rest in the small attic, or go to the secret gathering place of Gotham mutants to inquire about the news of the missing mutants, and occasionally buy some late-night snacks at the convenience store.

Except for seeing "Lin Daiyu pull up the weeping willow upside down" when the other party was robbed at gunpoint, and overthrew the tall robber, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

——Given the identity of the opponent's strength-type mutant, there is no problem even pulling the weeping willow upside down.

In addition, neither the bat computer nor Tim's hacking techniques have found anything wrong with her past—at most, she was hiding something in secret, and it's normal for mutants to be so vigilant—Night Wing's intuition I feel that there is nothing wrong with Nightingale's "repayment" statement.

Compared to Bruce, who was always over-vigilant and didn't even trust himself, Dick's instincts had always been fair and accurate, and he didn't think the girl meant any harm.

But the Dark Knight doesn't think so.

Emmmm, okay.

He respects the experience and vision of the elders.

……

But then again.

Since he didn't trust Miss Bodyguard who appeared out of nowhere, why did Bruce bring her to the dinner table where he met Iron Man Captain America tonight?

This time, S.H.I.E.L.D. arranged for the Avengers members to come to Gotham at the request of GCPD, which is not a hidden thing.

Even, in order to appease the panicked people, assure them that there will be no more monsters roaming around, and even if they escape, they will be well controlled. A press release about the Avengers support has been placed on the table of the Gotham Daily. issued.

——Batman never appears in the daytime, right? With the Avengers around, don’t worry about it during the day, please be safe.

In this case, if Miss Bodyguard is really a member of that organization, Bruce will directly set himself up as a target...

No, as early as Bruce took the box of potions away, he became a target, but for some reason no "seller" came to contact him.

Think about it, it’s really something that the Dark Knight can do, all :)

Dick, who was forced to be young and old, sometimes couldn't figure out Bruce's brain circuit and desire to control, just like when he finally decided to fly solo because he disagreed with Batman's ideas.

But this does not affect his earnest execution of the mission, even though he has already flown solo, he is still proud of being a generation of Robin.

Let him monitor for another two hours, and then go back to the Batcave to eat Alfred's cookies for supper!

Lotus leaf!

……

midnight.

The pointer crosses twelve o'clock and enters a new day.

The dark crows uttered hoarse calls, and along with the heavy twelve ringings of the big clock in the city center, they all pierced through the thick fog.

Their wing feathers carried the cold air of the January night, and their big black eyes stared at them at night. Coupled with the background of Gotham, it always reminded people of some bad omen.

Dick stayed in this cold and gloomy night for a long time, and felt that it was pitiful and perverted to observe other girls through the window at night. Shuanglu, the direction of travel has gone.

He didn't see it, but at the moment he turned around, countless black crows and birds, either flying high or stopping, hunting or sleeping, all "looked" over in unison from all directions.

Watch him go away.

"Clap!"

In the small attic, in the dark place next to the window.

Selena Ritter, whose bright green pupils shone like a cat in the dark, snapped her fingers in mid-air.

Countless spiritual "threads" invisible to ordinary people were withdrawn from the crows and birds that filled the sky outside the window, and returned to the side of the "puppeteer".

"What did you do to be targeted by that little black bat bird? Boss."

The sexy girl with short hair and wheat complexion licked her plump lower lip with hostility in her eyes.

"He has been touching my [wire] for three nights, buzzing like a flying insect, buzzing..."

"You know, spiders can't help digesting prey that hits the web, especially when he's so annoying."

In the small attic, Nightingale was not as soundly asleep as Nightwing saw from the window.

She wasn't even lying on the bed at all, she was leaning against the wooden wall, her curly hair was hanging loose, she lowered her head and touched a thin cigarette at her fingertips with her red lips.

Selena moved easily and quickly to light the fire for her.

The fragrance of mint and the astringency of tobacco overflowed from Nightingale's lips. She didn't answer the first question, but instead asked her own intelligence expert: "Are you annoying Nightwing, or the Batman behind him?"

……

Facing the girl's rhetorical question, the puppeteer was silent for a moment.

Her back was against the window, so she was facing the inner wall of the attic, just in time to see the entire wall of thumbtacks, wool, and newspaper clippings.

Batman, Batman, Batman...

Every time she came to Dear Boss's place, she had to resist the desire to tear up those photos.

It's the same even now, and even because of Nightwing's continuous appearance, this desire has become stronger.

When facing Nightingale, Selena never concealed her attitude and possessiveness. She asked softly: "Your attitude when you mentioned Batman recently seems to be much gentler than before..."

"Is it because of Bruce Wayne? He is so easy to influence you? So much so that the hatred for that bat is ignored... You must know that Bruce Wayne is the patron of the dark vigilante!"

For a moment, Selena didn't know whether to be more angry with Bruce Wayne for stealing Nightingale's attention, or whether to be more angry with Batman and Bruce Wayne's connection.

Her crows, her eyeliner, have seen the dark cloak and mask disappearing at the northern end of Gotham more than once—there is only Wayne Manor on the other side of the river besides the dark Gotham River.

Even if Nightingale asked her not to investigate Wayne and Batman, she was sure that the relationship between the two men was very close.

"..." Nightingale was silent.

But tonight, Selena is so stubborn, persistently waiting for the answer with tears in her eyes, like a begging cat grabbing the pant leg of a passer-by, and shouting "meow" without wanting to show weakness.

She was not as good at endurance as Ryan, and the frequent appearance of Ye Yi catalyzed and magnified her sense of crisis, causing her mind to become a mess.

There are only two bartenders in Ningting, but none of them are mentally normal. Maybe it's because Gotham has always raised some weird people.

Nightingale, who was always soft-hearted, had no choice but to say: "You think too much, Celine."

Selena lowered her head, aggrieved and hopeful: "What are you thinking too much?"

Nightingale's cobalt blue eyes were dimmed by the moonlight. She lowered her eyes, and a small portion of the smoke from her fingertips burned off, leaving some gray debris mixed with sparks.

"...Maybe I never hated Batman," she said.

Selena was surprised: "What?"

The spark landed on Nightingale's black satin skirt, burning a shrinking and expanding hole in the soft satin, emitting a thin wisp of unpleasant-smelling burnt smoke.

The girl stared at the burn mark for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"But Percy is dead."

"The clown is dead too."

"Who else can I hate but Batman?"

The author has something to say: Here is a comic setting: the death of the clown.

He wasn't actually dead, but everyone in Gotham now thinks he's dead.

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