[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

After half an hour.

After getting off the president's exclusive elevator, Nightingale sat in the driver's seat of Wayne's brand new, world-limited, sleek Maybach supercar.

She started the engine and took Mr. Wayne in the back seat to a famous shopping mall in the financial district to pick up his new love, Miss Catherine.

As soon as she touched the leather-wrapped handlebars and steering wheel, the girl whistled inwardly.

She is not keen on luxury cars and watches, and it doesn't matter if she usually lives in a small attic, but this does not prevent her from instantly recognizing the top-level bulletproof and earthquake-resistant modification of this limited supercar.

Since Nightingale became Mr. Wayne's personal bodyguard, the original driver was useless.

——The mutants who have strengthened their balance and stress response ability can certainly drive faster and more stably than ordinary people.

After being involved in a rear-end collision incident, Mr. Wayne, who learned about his bodyguard's driving skills, waved his hand and assigned the original driver to another position. From then on, Nightingale could only face you with his boss and girlfriend alone. Lennon me Lennon.

Just like today, the current girlfriend—the blond beauty Catherine—stepped on [-]cm high heels and carried a large number of shopping bags in her hand, and she flew over steadily and gracefully from the glass walkway of the shopping mall. Jiao Didi gave her boyfriend a sweet kiss.

Nightingale sat in the front seat, watching the blond beauty stuff all the shopping bags of various brands into the trunk, and listening to the other party complaining after sitting in the back seat, "You are always so busy, Bruce, I will change a new dress When I asked you to help me refer to it, I couldn't find anyone..."

Then, her dear boss, after she counted down from the bottom of her heart for three seconds, said the classic line calmly:

"I'm sorry, baby, but honestly, you look great in everything, will you let them send the bill to me later?"

Three, two, one...

Affectionate Brucey: "I'm sorry, baby, you look really good in everything you wear, how about asking them to send the bill to me later? You must be tired from shopping, I feel sorry for you."

Nightingale: I made a mistake, I forgot to add the last sentence.

Then Miss Catherine really laughed generously, and replied, "I just love shopping, shopping makes me happy, Bruce, but I am very happy that you care about me."

In fact, Nightingale liked this straightforward blonde beauty very much, especially after the other party finished making out with her boyfriend, she would usually remember to say hello to her very warmly:

"Good afternoon, Miss Bodyguard, thank you for bringing Bruce to pick me up!"

……

Look, it's like this.

She sincerely hoped that this blond beauty could stay as Wayne's girlfriend for a longer time. After all, although she liked to look at beauties, beauties with good personalities were always more pleasing to the eye than beauties with bad personalities.

Nanding Bodyguard Geer, who has been scrutinized, vigilant, and ignored countless times by Wayne's girlfriend, smiled slightly: "Good afternoon, Miss Catherine, you look very good today."

"Really?" The blond beauty cupped her face, her smiling eyes curved, "I said the grapefruit-colored lip gloss is more complex^ By the way, I bought you a pair of the same brand today, but it's wine red , it must look great with your eyes and cool-toned skin!"

Then he hopped across the back of the car to reach the trunk bag.

Fortunately, she had long hands, so she took out the exquisitely packaged small box with ease.

"Da da!" She also added a gift opening special effect sound, "Is it cute!"

Nightingale, who was sitting in the driver's seat, generously extended his hand to take it. The perfect burgundy glaze was faintly revealed in the transparent wrapping paper. She really liked it. She folded her index fingers and thumbs together and made a heartfelt gesture to Catherine.

Bruce Boss & Boyfriend Wayne: "...hey ladies, am I still here?"

and, "Why don't I have a gift?"

Nightingale steered the steering wheel and shook her finger at the boss in the back seat: "This is a topic for ladies, and a man with a pig's hoof won't understand it, Mr. Wayne."

Catherine "giggled" on Bruce's shoulder.

The big pig's hoof could only laugh helplessly.

……

Their itinerary for this afternoon is to go to a newly opened macaron-themed cafe in Gotham for afternoon tea after picking up Catherine.

The distance from the shopping center to the new store is not far, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk.

However, whether it is the face of Bruce Wayne or the face of Catherine, the rising star cover girl, they are all very recognizable.

Nightingale was thinking about it in his heart while being an old driver of a cool racing car...

Since the other party's target is not Wayne, and she doesn't plan to pursue Wayne, can she resign in two days?

Although she is a little curious about the little secret of this Gotham prince...

But in Gotham, who doesn't have secrets.

This bit of curiosity is not enough to keep her here.

If you have time, tease Selena to blow her hair, and listen to Ryan's love talk, how good it is.

While thinking about this and that, a dark jeep rushing out from another intersection crashed into her peripheral vision, casting a swift shadow.

Nightingale's body memory reacted faster than her brain, and she slammed the steering wheel, and the "sizzling" sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground was accompanied by the screams of pedestrians.

——A swift and neat drift, just in time to avoid the impact of the military jeep.

She caught a glimpse of Wayne and Catherine's expressions in the rearview mirror, and she accelerated again with confidence, directly passing through the gap between the sidewalk and other vehicles, and wiped the car that seemed to be controlled by a drunk person. The large car stopped at the front of the intersection.

Catherine in the back seat let out a big breath, patted her chest and turned around to see what happened.

……

"What the hell?!"

"Beep beep-"

Some of the passers-by who were almost affected were cursing, some looked indifferent and indifferent, and some were resentful but closed their mouths after roughly seeing the prices of the two cars.

The driver of this tall jeep obviously didn't have very good driving skills.

Through the translucent car window, one could see a brunette woman inside. She seemed to feel scared after the desperate, crisp rush, and the long hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks couldn't help trembling.

Catherine in the back seat frowned and asked, "Is this an accident or...?"

Of course it was no accident.Nightingale still stepped on the gas pedal and brake, ready to lead people away if the situation was not right.

She looked at Wayne in the rearview mirror, only to find that he was sizing up the car and the brunette who was staggering down the door with an expression that implied evaluation.

When the playboy doesn't smile like that, others can only notice that his eyebrows are extremely aggressive.

He has high brow and nasal bones, long and narrow double eyelids, the combination of these features always gives people a noble visual sense.

But when he saw clearly who the driver who was attacking with the jeep was, his expression froze for a moment, and he suddenly opened the door and walked out.

Catherine looked confused: "Hey Bruce?"

She subconsciously looked at Miss Bodyguard, hoping that she would make up her mind.

As a result, when she turned her head, she found that Nightingale got out of the car before Bruce Wayne at some point, and crossed the distance between the two to stand in front of Bruce.

The latter shook his head and said something to the former, but the former did not agree. Then the two stalemate for a while, and slowly approached the shaky brown-haired woman together.

Catherine, who had a negative force value, was worried for a while, gritted her teeth, pushed open the door on the other side and followed.

But it's okay, as soon as she passed, she saw the woman's face, and almost screamed: "Wei, Vivian...?!"

……

— Vivienne.

Nightingale, who was standing at the front, heard it, and his mind moved.

Vivienne, Bruce Wayne's ex...don't know how many ex girlfriends.

Unlike other supermodel girlfriends, this Miss Vivienne is a famous lady in Gotham, her family is not weak, and she has always regarded herself as Bruce Wayne's "official" girlfriend, and her exposure rate is not low on weekdays. That's why Catherine was able to recognize it at a glance just now.

To focus, they have been dating for more than a month, and the newspapers in the streets and alleys have been published countless times.

To emphasize again, Ms. Anna just told her two hours ago, the original words were "So that lady got a little emotional, saying that she would definitely stop Bruce and let her say that she still loves her."

Also, the director of the secretariat accidentally set a flag: Our secretariat would rather continue to receive harassing calls for three days than hear that a certain socialite hit Wayne's car because of love and hatred!

Wayne's!

car!

Ah!

Then two hours later, this flag was down :)

Nightingale lived up to Ms. Anna's request to protect the car.

But even so, she never expected that this "love-hate" lady would look like this:

She was wearing a milky white lotus leaf skirt and a necklace made of irregular pearls, a classic and playful style.

However, her state is more eye-catching than her proper attire.

With brown hair tangled like dead grass, and a faintly blue complexion, one can vaguely see the burnt scars on the originally beautiful face, as if he had been burned by himself with a cigarette butt.

The skin between the scars was not perfect either, instead it was covered with cracks like broken porcelain, revealing an orange-red color similar to magma.

Those cracks spread from her cheeks to the delicate skin of her neck, and then spread down into the neckline...

To put it bluntly, Vivienne's whole body is like a box of soft drinks that was first leaked by being pressed on the needle board, and then smashed to pieces on the ground.

Bruce said to Catherine, who was so terrified that she hugged his arm, "Go to the side and get away."

Catherine took a deep breath, nodded without trying to be brave, walked around the Maybach with her weak calves, and approached the crowd at the end of the street.

On the way, she couldn't help looking back at Nightingale who was standing between Wayne and Vivienne.

This situation...

Miss Bodyguard can stop it?

……

Now, on the increasingly empty avenue, there are only three people left to face each other.

Nightingale would be able to stick to Bruce's generous chest with one step back.

She twisted her wrist bones, and put on a defensive posture. At the same time, she couldn't help asking the man above her back: "Are you so attractive, Mr. Wayne? I'm afraid this lady is self-abuse... "

That's the way it is said, but no one takes it seriously.

Anyone can see that it is impossible for normal self-abuse to turn oneself into such a ghostly appearance.

The ghostly Vivian had been staring at Bruce Wayne ever since he got off the car, her weeping expression looked hideous against the backdrop of those scars.

Even her voice seemed to come out after being forcefully stuffed with a pair of hot iron tongs.

"Bruce..."

Vivienne looked like she was about to cry, but her eye sockets were so dry that she couldn't shed a single tear.

There was a fire in her pupils—literally, a fire—and the brown pupils turned a magma-like orange.

"You still...love me..., don't you?"

"Bruce?"

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