[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

crackling.

crackling.

The night rain rolled up the thick fog, hitting the window glass of the attic unscrupulously.

The raven-haired girl sat sideways in front of the window, her pale forehead was pressed against the cool and hard glass, and the hot air exhaled from the tip of her nose dyed the transparent window into a layer of white mist.

Her eyes were empty, and her fingers unconsciously wrote a string of "Alger (Alger)" on the white mist, and the mist was quickly blown away by the coolness outside the window.

She waited silently for a moment, waiting for the new white mist to spread again, and wrote another string of "Percy (Posey)".

——No swashes are used, each word is drawn word by word, and the blackboard looks like a kindergarten child's writing on the blackboard.

The glass surface, which had been wet twice before, has already adapted. This time, the white mist disappeared faster, and it began to fade before the writing was finished.

At the same moment that the correct "y" letter disappeared, Nightingale's pupils shrank suddenly as if being stung.

Then, the hand that was loosely resting on the glass window suddenly lifted up, slammed the glass hard, and let out a loud "Boom!".

Shelley, who was curled up and snoring near her ankles, jumped up with a growl. Ginger-yellow wolf eyes sternly looked at the source of the sound. "Wow" sound.

The seemingly ordinary window glass is made of bulletproof material and has not been cracked.

Nightingale was brought back to his senses by it, turned over from the window and fell to the ground, his dangling legs landed on the old pulped wooden floor, and was hugged by Shelley's hairy claws.

"Scared you?" She crouched down and hugged it back, burying her face in the fluffy fur.

In this position, Shelley couldn't lick her face, so he could only use his kiss to rub against her loose long curly hair, and was so tickled that he sneezed.

"...I don't know, Shelley, I don't know."

She trembled slightly holding it.

"...Could it be...?"

……

—Could it be him?

Tonight, Catherine cautiously waited until she came back before telling her that the [source] in Harley Quinn's memory was an Asian with black hair and black eyes.

...It was such a coincidence that it made her tremble even when she breathed.

In today's world, ghosts, ghosts, demons dance wildly, superheroes, mutants and gods fly all over the sky, anything can happen, so is it possible for this kind of possibility to favor her?

In the explosion ten years ago, she didn't even find Percy's complete skeleton.

——With Gotham's accident rate and crime rate, of course she would not have left "laws" on Percy back then, but Nightingale was too weak back then, and her ability was on Percy It was always difficult to work. At that time, she never doubted that Percy, who was at the center of the explosion, would survive.

But now, but now...

When Harley Quinn saw [Source] six or seven years ago, there was a clown standing beside her. Why were they associated with the mutant manufacturing organization?When did this connection start?

Alger, who had been missing for ten years, suddenly reappeared in Gotham. What news did he want to convey through this one thing after another?

Pushing it back a little earlier, why did he disappear so suddenly?

Nightingale was engaged in intelligence. This kind of work has always been a race against time but with long thoughts. Important things need to be latent, confirmed, and thought about in many ways.

It's like she could have directly asked Selena to trace Batman's origin with her ability recently, but she didn't. She wanted to use these eyes to confirm everything with her own eyes.

Nightingale was never short of patience, but at this moment, when it comes to Percy, even if it is only a small and illusory possibility, her proud self-control is about to crumble.

calm down……

The most urgent task is to find Alger who is inside the mutant manufacturing organization.

Except for the "one-sided meeting" that she had used that note and through the eyes of the MMP team leader, the last time they met was ten years ago, three days before the Gotham Hospital bombing.

……

That day was a very ordinary day, many good things happened.

Posey's physical condition has improved significantly, Nightingale has received a college recommendation letter from a state-level competition group, Alger has made a big deal, and is about to get a bigger jurisdiction and be promoted to be under the Penguin. second in command.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction.

In fact, the three of them can't see each other very often. Alger changed his name and identity very early because he wanted to stay in the dark area. All his past was separated from Gotham, so their contacts were also subject to many restrictions. limit.

——Even in the first two years before Nightingale and Percy were adopted by the Wayne Asylum Center, they and Alger were basically out of contact, and only received a text message from him to report his safety once in a few months.

Usually, it is Alger who leaves a text message at a hidden place on Nightingale's way to school, agrees on a time to meet, and then Nightingale picks him up at the designated time and place, and uses her ability to erase All traces of monitoring and the like.

They have used this method for many years without any problems.

...Nightingale recalled carefully.

In the last meeting, everything was normal. Alger told them with rare excitement that his power in the gang has become more and more solid, and maybe soon he will be able to protect his weak spots from being hurt, and the three of them can live in a fair and honest manner. Together again.

He would buy a house with an attic and a small garden, and reluctantly leave a studio for the little curly nightingale who always irritated him.

It is necessary to prepare a sunny and warm studio for Posy (the girl Nightingale complained about where there is sunshine in Gotham at this time), and after Posy recovers from his illness, he can hire a family doctor for daily care.

They could paint the windows all those "girly" flower vines, and have a cat or a dog.

No matter how you think about it, everything was normal that day.

What details did she miss?

……

"Hiss—!"

Countless thoughts were flying in my mind, but the actual time was only a few tens of seconds.

Shelley, who had been quietly sneezing against her, suddenly had all his hair puffed up like taut strings, and growled threateningly out of the window.

As soon as Nightingale heard its unusual call, she immediately took out a dark-colored pistol from the bottom edge of the window sill, and looked out the rainy window.

It was very late at night, and even criminals didn't particularly want to go out to work in this rainy day.

But at this moment, outside the window of the attic, in the night rain, on a slender telephone pole, a particularly oppressive male figure stood against the light. His close-fitting dark uniform outlined his plump and strong body.

Judging from the muscle lines and bone direction tempered by the iron and blood, this is a sharp sword from a fight - just like the two snow-colored long blades he holds obliquely in both hands, full of determination.

Through the rain curtain, through the window pane, through the other party's heavily pressed hood and vague mask, Nightingale was sure that he was staring at her.

The sturdy figure of this unexpected visitor reminded her of Alger, but after careful inspection, she was sure it wasn't him.

It was a man who was obviously very strange, but made her feel a little familiar for some reason.

Moreover, the opponent's uniform has a not so obvious owl logo, it should be the thug secretly trained by the owl court - "Claw", she has beaten several times.

Nightingale thought a little irritably, why is the court of owls making troubles at night?

As a result, the next moment, a strong night wind blew past.

The man's hood bulged in the wind, making a rustling sound, revealing the bright red color beneath it—bright red, not blood, but his hood.

The hood made of a special material covered his entire face, making it difficult to distinguish his face.

……

"Claw... Red Hood?!"

Nightingale tightened her grip on the gun and murmured in shock.

Is this Talon Red Hood "Red Hood"?

Is it the "red hood" she "saw" in her dream and knew? !

She remembered what Selina said before, Nighting's old opponent, the Court of Owls, had a new "claw", a man with a big chest and a strange red hood, and his fighting skills were top-notch.

When she heard it at the time, she was still thinking that this look seemed to be set against someone she knew would appear in the future, and it turned out that the two were the same person?

Seven or eight years ago, Gotham spread the news that "the clown imprisoned, beat, and finally killed the second-generation Robin in order to lure Batman to degenerate".

But at that time, only Nightingale knew that although the second-generation Robin died, he would be resurrected by some kind of magical spring water in the future, and return as "Red Hood" for revenge, and repeatedly opposed Batman.

——This future once made Nightingale, who half hated and half resented Batman, feel complicated, and sighed reincarnation.

But now, something seems to be wrong.

Although the resurrection method of the court of owls can make the claws immortal, it will also turn them into cold-blooded killers who are completely loyal to the court and have no sense at all.

The Court of Owls has been coveting Batman's Robin for more than a decade, and the megalomaniacs think that a bird like Robin is the best candidate for Talon.

Nightingale always thought they were dreaming, but they actually succeeded?

They, succeeded, transformed, Robin?

Looking out of the window at the Red Hood who was about to get ready for some mission, Nightingale felt for the first time that something was wrong with the script of this world.

The author has something to say: Although everyone should have guessed it, here is an additional explanation. Nan Ting was not in this world in her previous life, but in this life she can only recall a little bit of what she knew in her previous life, so let’s treat it as if she has the ability to predict It's okay, she won't know more.

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