[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

The slightly choking smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air.

The wiring and monitoring of the building were damaged to a certain extent.

Nightingale leaned against the wall and lowered her head to send a message to "Puppeteer" Selena. The other party did not reply in a second, and it took a while for the phone screen to turn on again.

"The rats ran around smelling the smoke, and followed them all the way to the Upper East Side. They had seen the person who caused the explosion. It was another bartender who was with the red-haired Alger."

"There has been little movement on the Upper East Side recently. Boss and the MMP base have become more and more restricted in and out of personnel, but the swimming fish in Miller Bay told me that their submarine departed from Miller Bay, bypassed the Bob Kane Strait, and finally passed To Mesh Creek."

Miller Bay - Bob Kane Strait - Mesh Creek.

This route is an arc, bypassing most of the Upper East Side, perfectly avoiding all surveillance and the eyes of various forces.

And will eventually arrive at, Arkham Asylum.

This subtle timing made the girl immediately think of the deal between Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn—the day after tomorrow—so it is very likely that something will happen to Arkham today or tomorrow.

MMP and Arkham's lunatics have reached a cooperation, so Harley Quinn has [source] news?

Or did Harley Quinn have the news of [source] before MMP and Arkham's lunatics reached a cooperation?

But why is Harley Quinn, and why does Harley Quinn think that the news of [Source] is a bargaining chip for Nightingale?

Poison Ivy's request for the MMP base map seems to be a betrayal, but what role does Alger play in the MMP base?

After thinking about it, Nightingale gave Selena instructions: "Map collection is still the same, but we only accept orders from Harley Quinn. Send the news to Arkham today. If they refuse, you..."

Nightingale wanted to confirm Alger's position before determining what Poison Ivy was going to do.

And, who exactly is [source].

Somehow, she felt that this was very important to her.

But this deal, the crazy woman duo may not be happy.

……

The other party is really not very happy.

After Catherine took control of a food delivery person and a meal cook who went to Arkham Asylum, two plastic dinner plates with small notes were sent to the personal rooms of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn respectively. compartment.

High-risk criminals like them are generally held in special detention.

Like Poison Ivy, she couldn't find a single plant within a certain distance around her.

Like Harley Quinn, in view of her status as a psychiatrist and her madness, any staff who came into contact with her were not allowed to communicate with her even a single word.

But, Arkham, there are always all sorts of outlandish escape possibilities.

Ivy, the poison ivy girl with red hair and green vine tattoos all over her body, got her lunch—a plastic cup of water from the delivery door at the bottom of the door.

And a small blank piece of paper pressed at the bottom of the cup.

"It's an unnecessary blank." Her light wheat-colored fingertips slowly twisted the paper, her red tongue licked her bright green lips, and she laughed hahaha, "Let me guess, this is to reject my deal, Only choose my cute little psycho?"

Her laughter echoed in the empty silver cell, and the patrolmen who were handing lunch outside said nothing.

"No, no, we are together, of course my cute little psycho likes me more!"

Meanwhile, the other end.

Wearing a hospital gown, with blond hair dyed red and blue, exaggerated makeup, and as pale as a ghost, the clown girl also held up another note and laughed "quack quack".

"Harry! With Ivy! Ivy! With Harley!"

"When you ask for a coin, you can't ask for heads and tails, cluck! cluck...uh!"

The stooped delivery man looked up at Harley Quinn through a gap in the railing, his ugly, bloodshot eyes suddenly having a mysterious attraction.

They look at each other.

It was as if endless cold water was instilled into the brain along the eyeballs, but in an instant, Harley Quinn's beautiful blue glass bead-like eyes lost focus like real glass beads.

……

The clock is ticking.

The puppeteer far away on the Upper West Side was sitting on the sofa, her cat-like green eyes were also lost in emptiness.

"Blood Race" Ryan stood by her side, watching her seldom-used control method - entangling both parties with spiritual threads, and the caster would search for the memory of the other party.

Ryan is responsible for counting the time and preparing to wake Selena before the limit is exceeded.

electric shock.silver teeth.Laugh wildly.Chemical pool.

Harley Quinn's memories are too chaotic and crazy.

Selena showed a painful expression, and cold sweat gradually broke out on her body.

Chemical pool.dye.hammer.fire.

Burnt black.Nutrition cabin.laboratory.The black eyes that were like fog opened suddenly.

and what... what.

In reality, the puppeteer on the sofa suddenly trembled, panting heavily as if he was suffocating, and let out a strange laugh in his throat, but his hands were convulsed to grab his own neck.

Ryan frowned. Seeing her face turn red and blue, he cut off the stopwatch in advance and prepared to do it.

The girl with short dark brown hair suddenly lost her strength, and she sank into the sofa with a "bang", gasping for air like a bellows, and after a while, she shook her head and coughed painfully.

"Cough...cough cough!...Oh my God...I almost strangled myself...cough cough..."

Rarely did Ryan not take the opportunity to hurt her, he only asked, "Didn't you understand the spirit of the clown girl? Why is she pinching herself?"

"Go to your psychic..." Selena's neck was cut into a big piece by herself, and her already hoarse voice became even hoarse, "I looked through the memory of [Source] in her mind."

"Harley Quinn didn't pinch herself, he let her pinch herself..."

"She took one look at [source], and then she almost strangled herself, and the clown was with her at that time—at least six or seven years ago."

Ryan: "Him?"

Selena: "Well, [source], it's 'he', a… person."

"Boy, a teenager, very thin, can't see the face, but I feel like..."

"An Asian with black hair and black eyes."

……

"Who did the bombing? Mr. Wayne."

On the way away from the laboratory where the bombing happened, the iron gray Spyker C8 was driven so dull and low-key for the first time.

Nightingale drove the car in silence, glanced at the man in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and asked suddenly.

She didn't seem to care much before, but now she asked suddenly, and the man looked back very keenly.

——Although it was only for a moment, the girl still noticed the probing and scrutiny in his eyes, even though he restrained himself very well in the next second.

"I'm not sure, it depends on the results of the police's investigation... I'll trouble you to follow me around today, Nan Ting."

"...This is what I should do." Nightingale withdrew her gaze and said softly.

Bruce Wayne was impatient before, his three-piece suit was crumpled by the smoke, and a few strands of his neatly combed forehead hair fell down. In addition, there was a backlog of things in his heart, and some unconsciously appeared on his face—— The whole person is no longer calm, elegant and gentlemanly.

He was really worried. If Nightingale hadn't stopped him before, he might have rushed in before the fire was extinguished.

But after all, he's just an ordinary person, not Superman's Man of Steel.

Nightingale thought.

Ten years ago, she still needed to look up at him, to see him walk up the steps step by step on the translucent marble floor, and walk in front of her in a suit and leather shoes.

At that time, the trophy was handed up by others, and it turned in a smooth arc in his powerful and slender palm. It was caught by the warmth of this person, and finally it was handed to her. The cynical smile could not conceal the sincere blessing in his eyes. and thumbs up.

Ten years later, his back is still straight, but it seems that something is missing, and it seems that something heavier is added.

Nightingale felt that taking this bombing as an opportunity, the other party's temptation had probably reached a critical point.

What benefactors and bodyguards... This delicate balance probably can't be maintained anymore.

……

The rest of the afternoon was spent in unexpected accidents.

Go through the formalities, appease the staff, contact Director Gordon... all kinds of affairs.

Bruce Wayne, who usually wished he would not do any work, seemed to finally take up the burden, but the people of Gotham only relished how he could last a few days like this.

The current president of the Wayne Group, Lucius Fox, also dropped his work and hurried over.

This usually gentle and wise black man was also a little anxious, but he nodded and greeted Nightingale when he saw Nightingale-Lucius didn't directly manage the affairs of the detention center at the beginning, but he had a great deal of respect for this once-crowned man. The little girl with the surname "Wayne" still had a lot of contact.

First, deal with the media that should be dealt with, and find regular and cooperative news channels to appease the hearts of the people.

Then I went to deal with the difficult and ambiguous board of directors, and it was already dinner time when they came out of the meeting room after the meeting.

Lucius and Bruce walked side by side, and Nightingale was beside Ms. Anna from the secretariat.

Although there was an accident in the laboratory, everything was in order at the Wayne Building. The employees who should go to work went to work, those who should get off work got off work, and those who should work overtime worked overtime.

The employees who haven't left are watching the news, the busy and lively atmosphere in the past has been subconsciously suppressed, but they are still calm in their hearts—Gotham people, I haven't seen any major events.

what to do.

So no one noticed, before leaving, Lucius hesitated for a while, and suddenly turned around to talk softly with Bruce Wayne's personal bodyguard.

"Perhaps the occasion is a little off, child..."

Lucius, whose hair was already grey, took a deep look at Nightingale, who was the stubborn girl back then and now a tall woman, and said in a gentle voice.

"Maybe it's because I'm old, some old people's nagging is a common problem, and it's very easy to get emotional."

Nightingale looked up at him.

After realizing what he might say, she narrowed her eyes and stared at the old man.

The cobalt blue of the iris is as clear as ice, but it hides deep emotions.

"After that incident happened, the two good children left us..."

"Your brother's heart was never bound by a hospital bed—I always knew he was bright, a good boy, and he took you well."

"His departure makes me very sad, but your departure also makes us extremely worried-Bruce and I have been looking for you for a long time, worrying about how a child of you will live alone."

"It's a good thing to wait till you come back, kid. I've told you that already, but I want you to feel it anyway."

"—Welcome home, little Wayne."

The author has something to say: Nightingale: Being pushed back and forth on the edge of making trouble and not making trouble.

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