[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

The sound of trampling on the stairs came from below the attic.

The crows chirped in the night, and Selena had obviously gotten the news and was rushing this way.

Nighting's combat power has always been "Blood Race" Ryan, and his berserk state is enough to overturn a company's army.

Strictly speaking, Selena is not from the fighting department, and Nightingale didn't want her to get involved, so he waved his hand and gestured to a fat black crow staring out the window.

The footsteps under the attic stopped suddenly, only the black crow outside the window scratched its claws restlessly.

The red hood outside the window was covered with rainwater, but the rainwater didn't weaken the dangerous aura all over his body even an iota, instead it made the dark battle cloak blacker and brighter.

——This kind of material is not suitable for stealth, and obviously, this "sharp claw" red hood doesn't bother to sneak.

He stood tall on the head of the club, his swords were sharp, and he was as motionless as a mountain, as if he was absolutely sure that his target would fight.

...Of course, there will be a fight.

Nightingale tied her long hair into a bun with one hand, put the gun in her waist, replaced it with a dagger, took two steps forward, and pushed open the window.

"Hey... boy..."

As she stepped onto the window sill with her bare feet, she drew a cross on a certain position on her right arm with the tip of the dagger that had just been unsheathed, and blood dripped.

"...eplaywithme?"

Nightingale's hoarse voice echoed in the rustling night rain.

After she finished speaking, half of her body was already hanging out of the window. The toes that were lightly stepping on the window edge suddenly stepped on the metal window edge into a twisted piece of scrap iron!

——It's like the weight of the whole person, from the original weight of an adult woman, to a giant elephant with extra weight.

The red hood standing on the top of the pole raised his head slightly. Others couldn't see whether his expression fluctuated, but his movements had already expressed guard.

At this moment, both sides are like tight strings.

……

No one can count who made the first movement, the sound of counter kicking from two directions almost at the same time, accompanied by two figures leaping high, one strong and one slender, meeting in mid-air two or three stories high.

Nightingale's first two feet stepped on the window coffin, bringing up the gray and white gravel from the wall.

Her cobalt blue eyes were astonishingly bright in the darkness, because her jumping point was higher than the red hood. When the two met, she was on top, swinging the dagger and stabbing down fiercely, the sound of breaking the wind was like the scream of a night owl.

The man swung his two knives, and one of them swung fiercely at Nightingale's dagger. The moment the two touched, they almost collided with sparks.

The other one was more swift and fierce than the one that was blocked, and it cut straight towards her knee tendon—not fatal, but it could cut off the opponent's mobility with one blow.

Nightingale, who was leaping high above him, was turning around with the force of the dagger, because the movement of swinging the dagger was very close to his face, and at such a distance, the sudden smile on the corner of her lips became extremely obvious.

Red Hood's brain full of emptiness and killing obsession suddenly had a bad premonition.

This premonition came violently, but the actual time was only half a second.

——The long knife in his right hand had just slashed towards Nightingale's knee, but was bounced back by the air just before it touched the pale skin.

At the same moment, the reaction force of the collision between the long knife in the left hand and the short dagger was heavy like a mountain and sea.

At that moment, he felt that his left hand was like a soft withered grass that was easily destroyed by the woman in front of him...

Juli, like a mountain pressing down on the top!

……

The blue eyes under the red mask finally showed astonishment.

The nightingale in mid-air hung over after that blow, and the daggers staggered;

The red hood below seemed to freeze in mid-air for a moment, and then, suddenly!

He completely ignored the previous forward momentum, and was slammed into the air by that force.

"Boom!" A sound!

It hit the stone floor of the alley, cracking several old floor tiles.

Another two seconds later, Nightingale fell behind him, and her feet seemed to land lightly, but they crushed the floor tiles under her feet into powder—as if the palm-sized ground had endured the terrible the weight of.

Holding the long knife, the red hood turned over and looked at her silently and suspiciously.

——He realized that the information held by the Owl Court was completely wrong. In recent years, those "claws" who were imprisoned by the man in front of him at the Black Gate Prison did not give the organization the correct information about "what is Nightingale's ability?" information.

Nightingale, who was standing barefoot, laughed again, and her irritated mood because of [source] made her smile full of malice:

"The expression under your hood must be as interesting as your face...Robin..."

"I can't wait to open it up and see."

All the rainwater bypassed her with wisdom, and did not wet the corner of the satin nightdress at all.

The thin rain curtain around her was like a holy halo, which set off the nightingale in the dark alley extraordinarily bewitchingly.

Once the second-generation Robin—Jason Todd—heard the word "Robin", his heart stopped for a moment.

Of course he knew who he was, of course he knew who he was before he became Talon, of course he knew who his death, his pain, and his bones that were smashed to pieces came from...

But those mixed, bloody, dark, and laughing memories seemed to be separated by a thick layer of fog, which made him unable to feel, untouched, and unwilling to explore.

All he knew was that he was the Talon of the Court of Owls.

His mission tonight is to kill the woman in front of him.

…Until the moment when he fell into a dark dream before inexplicably falling into a coma, the red hood still thought stubbornly in his heart.

The alleys are so quiet that only the sound of pattering rain remains. Gotham people have always taken "self-protection" to the extreme. On this kind of night, no matter what kind of noise you hear, don't look too much, don't worry about it, don't worry about it. Talk more, live longer.

Therefore, no one saw how the "petite" Nightingale dragged the 200-pound red hood that was two or three times her width upside down and back to the back door of the Nighting bar.

……

"To be reasonable, Boss, with his weight, only you and Ryan can move it."

On the second floor of the bar, Selena was sitting on a high stool, and she poked the red hood that occupied her entire sofa and pressed the entire cushion into a few centimeters thick with the tip of the umbrella umbrella that she put aside in disgust. Of course it didn't move.

—No, you can't call him Red Hood now.

After the tightly fitting bright red mask was removed, the face belonging to Jason Todd was highly recognizable.

Even in a coma and with his eyes closed, the man's face still looked extremely rebellious, angular and handsome.

At least at the moment when it was just taken off, even Selena, who had no interest in men, said "yooooo~", and only after she finished "yooooo~" did she realize that she recognized this face.

Red Hood = adopted son of Bruce Wayne.

What is this operation?

"So Bruce Wayne's second adopted son didn't die accidentally, but was taken away by the Court of Owls?"

Selena has "WTF" written all over her tanned face.

She didn't know that Red Hood=Robin=Bruce Wayne's adopted son, this equation lost the middle amount, and the shock of the whole thing was greatly reduced.

But Nightingale didn't intend to say anything more.

She was writing and drawing on her arm with a pen to speed up the activity of the cells and thus heal the cross scars that had been cut earlier.

That scar is actually the Chinese character for "十", which was added in front of her colorless tattoo - she remembered the position and rules of each tattoo, and cleverly left appropriate blanks to facilitate emergency situations Adjustment.

Sometimes (such as when expressing numbers), Chinese characters are easier to write than English, so she will finish the tattoo there in Chinese.

You only need to add the word "ten" before "triple power" to temporarily change the bonus effect, from the relatively easy-to-maintain triple power to the explosive thirteen times.

This kind of emergency effect is particularly powerful, but the stamina is a bit strong, which makes her tired easily.

That's why she wasn't obsessed with fighting the red hood just now, but just found a chance to write down words to make him fall asleep.

……

"How do you deal with this guy, Boss? Are you also going to the Black Gate Prison?"

Selena, who didn't like Bruce Wayne, suggested kindly.

Nightingale glanced at her, fully aware of the bad taste of her proposal, and did not answer.

She was still holding the bright red hood in her hand, the rain on it had dried up, and Jason Todd was still wet on the sofa, unconscious and embarrassed.

——No one is worried about whether he will catch a cold. The immortal physical fitness of "Sharp Claw" is enough to make him invulnerable to all diseases.

Selena pouted her plump lips and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Then what shall we do with him? Let him sleep here all the time? I really like this sofa."

The way the Owl Court controls "claws" not only directly involves the brain, but also involves the power of the gods used for resurrection. This kind of complicated field cannot be easily solved by Nightingale writing a few lines. Make people stupid.

The ability of the "Puppeteer" can control them, but it consumes too much and is not worthwhile.

All in all, "Sharp Claws" is pretty tasteless to Nighting, not only tasteless, but also like an invincible Xiaoqiang, coming batch after batch.

Although Selina's proposal is very selfish, sending Claw to Blackgate Prison is indeed the way they have been dealing with it.

Nightingale grabbed the bright red hood, looked down and thought for a moment, and said:

"Where did you come from, where do you go back?"

"Send him to Wayne Manor."

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