[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

when, when...

The big clock struck twice.

Crows and crows echoed in Gotham, which was extraordinarily quiet and chaotic after midnight.

The intersection of the Diamond District and the Upper West Side.

The young Spider-Man was wearing a red and blue tights with daytime battle marks, half of his hood was pulled up to reveal the tip of his nose and mouth, and he was sitting on the roof of an abandoned building with his chin drooping and his head dazed.

His calf hangs over the edge of the building, with a fat, oily brown paper bag resting on it.

There is a faint sweet and salty aroma of Hawaiian pizza overflowing from the bag, locked around the source of the aroma by the wet and thick night fog of Gotham, and permeating into people's noses.

The little spider's stomach immediately growled.

—he ran out of the hotel looking for something to eat because he was so hungry in the middle of the night without dinner.

In Gotham, there are very few food stalls that are strong enough to be open 24 hours a day, and even the Golden Arches will not open past midnight.

During the day, in order to deal with the two high-temperature mutants, the young Chaoying expended a lot of energy.

As a result, before he had time to sneak away after the work was over, he was sneaked into the laboratory by Iron Man, the object of his admiration, and trained in a small composition of [-] words without repetition.

——The words are poisonous, and the sound is tear-jerking.

Peter Parker managed to explain at the end that he came to Gotham to watch the science and technology exhibition, and he didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and his spider silk really helped...

Hearing this, Iron Man's father's attitude became more determined, and he waved his hand and strictly asked him not to participate in the work again.

If it wasn't for the fact that "before driving Peter away, he asked the AI ​​butler to cancel the small hotel that Peter booked and change his accommodation to the five-star Wayne Hotel", he barely comforted Peter, "Mr. Stark still loves me." If it's ", Peter could cry out straight away.

Not only that……

Peter recalled with tears on his face.

After Mr. Stark finished repairing his battle suit, he added another restriction to the AI ​​sister Helen-an upgraded version of the child protection regulations.

Upgraded version!

So his battle uniform originally had a protective regulation? He didn't even know qwq!

……

When Tony said those words, even Dr. Banner, who had always been relatively indifferent, pushed his glasses and echoed a few words.

The captain who came back from Robinson Park also added with a serious face that Gotham is different from New York.

Different, of course it is different.

Even if Peter Parker grew up in Queens, New York, which is relatively mixed with fish and dragons, even if he had heard how rampant crime was in Gotham before he came to Gotham, he didn't expect Gotham to be... like this.

During the few days in Gotham, his spider alarm has been going off almost all the time—everything from a small buzzing to a sharp nervous headache.

It seems that there are countless cases flooding every corner of this city, like tumors rooted deep in the skin, with pus and blood, and it is a muscle injury.

This isn't New York where Spider-Man gets a handshake and thanks for helping a granny across the street, or chasing down a stolen bike or runaway pet cat.

In Gotham, stray cats and dogs with broken limbs never appear in the daytime;

In Gotham, there are robbers who don't hide their faces in the convenience store and hold up a knife or a gun to rob, and the passers-by look indifferent as if they didn't see anything;

In Gotham, someone in a rental house weighed a large bag of white powder, and the neighbors glanced at it and closed the door tightly, without even the desire to call the police;

It seemed that no matter how big things happened, as long as the bad luck didn't fall on him, the strong heart of the people of Gotham would still be beating bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

This city is depraved, but it is not pure depravity.

It has degenerated into an entire system of darkness in itself.

The young superhero looked down at the city, full of confusion.

……

The night breeze brought a light woody floral fragrance.

Sitting on the edge of the building, cosplaying Peter, who committed suicide by jumping off the building, sucked his nose, and a trace of doubt flashed in his downcast eyes.

However, before he could react, a pale hand, as if illuminated by the moonlight, suddenly stretched out, gently and skillfully lifted away the pizza that he had placed on his lap before he had time to take a bite.

He exclaimed: "What???"

!!!

Exclamation marks flashed before his eyes, and the string in the young boy's brain was so tense that it was about to break.

Before he had time to think about why the spider alarm didn't go off, Peter subconsciously put his hands on the ground and leaned forward. The whole person seemed to be rolling on flat ground and rolled down several meters along the 90-degree vertical wall of the building.

brush brush --

Except for the noise and wind that he made up himself, Peter heard no movement above.

Just like the previous situation where he didn't hear the footsteps at all!

The terrified Spider-Man was hanging on the middle and upper part of the building with his fingertips and toes against the gray-tone wall in a posture that seemed to defy the common sense of physics.

Peter subconsciously adjusted the suit to the "deterrence" mode, trying to deter the uninvited guest with a deterrent magnetic voice.

Deep three-dimensional surround magnetic smoke voice: "WHOAREYOU?!"

As a result, there was a suspicious silence on the roof for a moment, and suddenly there was a "puchi" laugh.

It was only then that the little spider realized that he had just blurted out an original sound, and the other party must have heard Orz...

Although the barrage of regrets in my heart has already swiped the screen, I still have to hold on and not lose.

The young Spider-Man raised his head stubbornly, but the other party just walked to the edge of the top floor, and the night wind blew a strand of Klein blue silk skirt.

...Frightened and stubborn, Ben Qiang lowered his head just now.

The uninvited guest on the roof laughed again, and his hoarse voice cut through the coolness of the night mist: "Aren't you going to come up, kid? If you don't come up, your supper will be mine."

Stubborn Peter's stomach subconsciously: "Goo—"

Stubborn Peter: "..."

……

Until sitting side by side with Nightingale at the edge of the building and sharing a piece of warm Hawaiian pizza each, Peter Parker still hadn't realized how things had come to this point.

A few minutes ago, he had climbed cautiously back to the roof.

The girl in the Klein blue silk dress smiled and looked down, her aggressive beauty was like a sharp arrow decorated with soft tail feathers, piercing straight into the boy's eyes.

The boy knew Mu Shaoai's period, and there were always more or less hazy images of goddesses in his fantasy.

Although Peter already has a girl he likes in his heart, he still holds his breath for the magnificent color of her in the Gotham night, with her hair scattered like thick clouds.

Dark night, dark clouds, shiny white skin, and rich blue.

It's hard to say whether Gotham's night enhanced her beauty, or her beauty gave birth to Gotham's night scene.

More importantly, such a beauty, from beginning to end, looked at him with an attitude of reunion, familiarity and kindness.

——As if she could see through that mask and see the soul hidden underneath.

Peter admits he was mesmerized by the familiarity in those cobalt blue eyes.

Coupled with the fact that the spider sensor was dumb from beginning to end and did not make a sound, he was no longer facing the enemy as before.

"Hmm... so you are a resident of this neighborhood?" There was an abandoned building under their feet.

Nightingale, who was generously biting a half-cold pizza, pointed to the small attic in the distance: "I live there."

Peter compared the distance and angle, and found that he could indeed be seen directly from the attic.

"So you came here when you saw me here?"

The young Spider-Man scratched his head when he had finished speaking.

Nightingale was very frank: "Yes, I know you—I have known you for a long time."

20 years.

Spider-man.

……

The little spider who has only emerged in Queens in the past two years and has always felt that he is inferior to many superhero predecessors:! ! !

"You, are you my fan?"

This sentence blurted out, but he was a little embarrassed after saying it.

"Uh, I'm sorry to say that seems a bit narcissistic..."

The young boy who had seen a movie appeared in front of him so vividly, Nightingale only felt that the complicated emotions that had arisen because of finding Alger tonight had also been blown away.

When she is in a good mood, she is actually easy to talk: "Yes,"

It took Peter a full five or six seconds to realize that this super-super beautiful young lady was answering his first question.

The ears under the spider mask suddenly turned red, pinkness spread from the neck, and the excitement of the whole person could not be hidden.

"My God, I always thought that only the people of New York knew about me. After all, I haven't done any big things until now, such as defeating some super villains. People prefer to ask me for help, find a cat to ask directions, etc. QAQ... ..."

The little spider in agitated mood blah, blah, blah.

The depression he felt in Gotham these days was swept aside in an instant, and the mood of meeting fans in a foreign land made the young superhero accidentally expose his true nature.

Even through the mask, Nightingale still noticed that Peter's expression was very commanding, like a self-propelled kaomoji maker in human form.

She was used to listening to Peter's babble, and occasionally responded with a sentence or two. When Peter finished speaking, she finished eating the Hawaiian pizza in her hand.

The little spider, who only took one or two bites of the pizza, let out a "goo-" in its stomach.

His ears were red again: "... Am I talking too much?"

It's over, it's over, it's my image in front of the fans!

QVQ!

If he had a tail, Nightingale thought, it would probably have drooped by now, and he really deserved to be a canine.

"Have you?" She seemed to have noticed nothing, with a gentle expression, "In Gotham, this is quite rare."

It seems, could, should, be a compliment.

Holding the completely cold pizza covered with bacon and pineapple slices, the boy thought blankly.

This young lady seems to be very, very familiar with his chattering state?

--very familiar.

Peter was stunned for a moment.

...Is he thinking too much?

should.

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