[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

2000, Millennium, Spring.

The cherry blossom trees transplanted from Hokkaido barely bloomed in the inpatient section of Gotham Hospital.

Regardless of spring, autumn, winter or summer, cloudy clouds accumulate over Gotham City year after year, like some kind of barrier or turtle shell that is too lazy to move, keeping the sunlight out.

Wearing only a satin nightdress, the girl with long curly hair hanging down to her waist stood under the flower tree whose petals were stingy with falling, with a strange look of indifference that belonged to bystanders.

The medical staff pushing the stretcher and the weak and cursing patients passed by her, and no one looked at her from the corner of their eyes, as if this extremely conspicuous beauty who was out of place in the hospital was just a piece of air.

The wounded man who had been hacked on the stretcher by an unknown number of knives had already fallen into a semi-consciousness. When passing by this cherry blossom tree, he dreamed of some bad scene in a daze. He was sweating profusely, and his muscles and bones were cut to the exposed hand. With a "wow" wave in mid-air, a long string of dripping blood lines was thrown out.

The girl in the nightdress looked at the blood with cold eyes, and did not dodge or avoid it, allowing it to penetrate her waist and abdomen without any hindrance, and splashed on the tree trunk behind her with a crackling sound, causing an exclamation of frustration.

—Of course not from her.

The girl who ran out from behind the tree with a dejected expression on her face was wearing a slightly ill-fitting student uniform, her face was delicate between green and mature, her pale complexion was still wet with mud on her fingertips.

The girl with the boyish face of a girl in a nightgown didn't seem to see anyone in front of her at all. She ran to the blood-splashed tree trunk and squatted down, staring bitterly for a while.

She looked like she wanted to jump up to the stretcher and kick the injured person right now, but she gave up because of some concerns, and turned to borrow a bucket and brush to come back to clean it.

When the girl walked away with a serious face, Nightingale in a nightgown walked around to the small pit where "myself" was squatting before, and as expected, I saw a pit where the soil had not been stepped on tightly.

Nightingale knew what was buried there without digging the hole.

—A note that reads "Gotham Hospital's Largest Cherry Blossom Tree Blooms in March."

……

It's a dream from the past.

She has not had a dream of this period for a long time.

I once had to write "I will not enter the dream after falling asleep" on my body to avoid those memories that made my brain ache. Faced with it again after many years, it seems that even the pain has smoothed out a lot.

There is no need to recall at all, the time of this dream was at the end of February ten years ago.

The next day after this day, this sluggish flower tree will bloom like crazy, covering the old stone bricks and lawn with pink and white.

All the doctors and nurses would stop under the tree in amazement, talking about this very "not Gotham" scene.

And Posy, who has grown into a handsome young man, will look out from the intensive care unit on the fourth floor, and show a clear and doting smile towards the tree tops that are as dense as cotton candy.

then……

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of water swaying in the bucket. Nightingale turned around with bare feet, watching the nightingale in her childhood running towards this side, dipping a brush in clean water and "clicking" on the rough bark. brush.

Because the movement was a little louder, the bloody red water droplets splashed back, but they couldn't touch the girl's body at all. They were stopped in the air a short distance away from her, and dripped along the invisible "wall". on the ground.

——At this time, Nightingale has grown up, and has explored many small skills that can use abilities without attracting too much attention, but she is still not strong enough.

Even, compared to the ups and downs of childhood, the relatively stable life after receiving Wayne's support, and the gradual improvement of Posy's physical condition, made her less naive and cruel when she was a child, unscrupulous outsiders, and not being able to sleep deeply vigilance and vigilance.

The sweet spring water and fresh grains are enough to make warblers growing in the dark night voluntarily put on a gold chain and sing a melodious and clear song.

……

if.

If things continue like this smoothly.

Day by day, the education from Posey and the "memory image" has a high probability of leading the dirty little girl who steals and begs when she was young, who has no regard for good and evil, to the right path little by little.

Nightingale was wearing a thin satin nightgown, and she felt the chill spread from the blood under her feet to her body.

But she also knew that there would be no cold or heat in dreams, because her heart was cold, because of everything that would happen after this.

The raven-haired girl took care of these unsatisfactory little things, turned around and ran to the intensive care unit on the fourth floor. Nightingale didn't take a step, but the flowers and trees around her, stone steps, glass doors, drip hanging bottles... It is a silent film suddenly blurred after high speed, shrinking and receding.

The figure of the girl appeared in front of a beige half-closed door along the rapidly dark and bright outside world, and she stretched out her hand to push it away.

Nightingale was behind her, holding her breath subconsciously.

The young man who noticed the movement and looked towards this side was as thin as a gust of wind - he had been sick for many years, no matter how handsome and romantic he was, it was impossible for him to be the same as when he was healthy.

Percy, the elder brother from the ancient eastern country... was always tall in the heart of Nightingale when he was young.

At the age when she was so dirty that she could barely reach his thigh, the young man who could draw beautiful ink paintings, play a ditty with leaves, and fight smoothly was like a calm and powerful mountain that was not precipitous.

His warm and callused hands could wrap most of her head and face at once, helping her to wipe off the dirt on her face.

His hands can lift her out of the cold snow, rub her face red and frozen, wave away the wild dogs waiting to eat the frozen corpses, carry her to the dilapidated hut, and feed her a bowl of egg flowers rice porridge.

His hand can instantly cover Alger's fiery red-haired head, and push the fried-haired lion cub so as not to bully the new nightingale chick; You stole a lot", blocking the angry slap of the other party during the questioning.

……

But he will never be taller than her again.

Rare organ failure erodes the young man's body. In the past ten years, the speed of aging has slowed down in his body, and holding a paintbrush for a long time makes him strenuous.

"The cherry blossoms are so beautiful, my little Nightingale." He looked back at the blooming flowers and trees outside the window, and smiled energetically, "This reminds me of the story I told you before, Ou. Henry's "The Last Leaf", the old painter Bellman painted a vine leaf for Johnsy."

In "The Last Leaf", the young painter Johnsy suffers from pneumonia and is dying of illness, and he is about to die.She pinned her hope of life on the leaves of the vine branches outside the window, and when the last vine leaf fell, it was the end of her life.Behrman, who was over [-] years old, quietly painted a fake vine leaf on the wall after the leaves really fell on a stormy night.

Standing beside the girl Nightingale, Nightingale tilted her head and could see her attachment expression as if asking for credit: "The leaves are painted, but this tree is really blooming. You will be fine, Percy. "

The last sentence contained anticipation and joy that anyone could hear.

The young Asian smiled softly: "Well, I feel much stronger today, and I really want to draw this cherry tree."

However, the paint in the ward has already dried up due to long-term use.

Nightingale, who was behind the girl, closed his eyes, his cobalt blue pupils constricted, and he couldn't hold back after all, and said weakly, "No..."

No one heard.

This painful refusal mixed with the girl's joyful "Then I'll go buy paint now, and I'll be back soon", seemed to be the intersection of illusion and reality, but the other self didn't notice it at all.

The delicate vibrant colors packed in one small square after another end up mixing with the bright ink on the terrorist's mask.

On the TV set in the stationery store, the eight o'clock series and advertisements were replaced by Joker's face that suddenly filled the entire screen.

After the strange distortion of light and shadow, a male face with pale face, mottled oil paint, curled and dirty fluorescent green hair, smudged red lips, gleaming silver teeth and an exaggerated smile suddenly occupied the entire rectangular screen.

"Ah... Batman..."

A strange tone came from the monitor.

At the same time, the same voice came from countless places in Gotham, in the streets and alleys, in the homes of the citizens, in the shop windows, and on the LED display screens in the squares.

"Let me in the day, give you in the evening, one, a gift..."

The green-haired man laughed strangely, his laughter seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, and it turned into the howling of a night owl, echoing over Gotham.

The vigilant face of the young girl Nightingale turned into ferocious horror the moment the camera turned to Gotham Hospital.

The opened watercolor was thrown on the ground and splashed into a ridiculous puddle. Accompanied by the clown's "You kill me, you come and kill me", it was like an absurd farce and chaos in the world.

As if it was midnight in Gotham instead of daytime, the eyes of the girl who was running wildly were bloodshot, and she was going against the flow of people fleeing outwards, frantically trying to squeeze her way to the hospital.

Dozens of subordinates wearing clown masks fired guns around to intercept the hostages. When they saw the girl rushing in instead of running outside as if she was having a psychotic attack, they only let out a few malicious laughs.

——The executioner has already hung a guillotine on the top of the head, and one more fool to die is just one more firework for this bloody feast.

The girl ran to the fourth floor without strength, her staggering footsteps were covered by countless screams, and she felt that there were countless desperate ghost claws protruding from the ground, trying to drag her into the endless Abi Hell.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...

Holding the camera equipment, Joker stepped on the smooth marble floor of the hospital with an intoxicated expression, and his dirty leather shoes tapped on the ground "da, da, da".

The girl rushing up to the fourth floor suddenly bumped into the clown's men, who had a tower-like body and arms as hard as iron, but this wasn't his real strength at all...

The air was suddenly pulled away, and the girl with strength several times that of ordinary people was lifted into the air by invisible force. Her fingers stained with oil paint wanted to write something on her body, but her mind went blank due to suffocation.

Mutants who control air or force fields... no... Percy... brother...

In the vacuum, Nightingale's larynx let out a silent and shrill moan.

This kind of bird cannot sing during the day.

……

"Oh oh oh, look what this is, a lonely and brave kitten, does it contain your lover?"

The lunatic holding the remote gave a very pleasant smile, and tapped his fingers lightly like playing a piano, but he pressed the red key with a lot of effort.

"Blame it on our dear Gotham Knights, sweetheart~"

As if everything was slowed down, the endless flames set off a hurricane of gunpowder smoke, followed by a belated explosion, shaking Joker's weedy green hair.

But he was so happy.

"Who told him not to kill me?"

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