[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Day will break.

The night rain finally stopped.

A bright yellow taxi crossed the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge and was on its way to Wayne Manor, a famous landmark in Gotham.

Alfred, who was in charge of Wayne Manor's overall situation, was naturally the first to discover this unexpected passenger.

Across the high wrought iron fence, the old butler's gentlemanly and elegant voice came from the loudspeaker at the gate of the manor.

"Hi, what's the matter, sir?"

The taxi driver who was still looking for where to ring the doorbell was taken aback.

His messy beard didn't do anything to hide it, and his rough skin was full of tension: "Oh, uh, at night...ah no...good morning, I'm here to deliver the goods."

Alfred was silent for a moment, his voice was gentle but without warmth: "I'm sorry, sir, Wayne Manor has not purchased any items that need to be delivered to your door recently."

"Not a thing, not a thing..."

The taxi driver scratched his head, got out of the car and opened the rear door.

He gritted his teeth hard and moved for a long time before he could remove a red, blue and white striped sack with a vaguely human shape from the back seat of the car.

Inside the manor, the old butler's face was stained with vigilance: "Please listen to me, sir, don't do things here that may attract GCPD."

The scanning system at the door showed that there were no dangerous items in the bag, but a person.

"Well, someone paid me to bring this over here - don't ask who I am, I don't know, I didn't see it! None of my business!"

After finishing speaking, the driver looked around vigilantly, making sure that no bodyguards or the like came to stop him, so he stepped on the gas pedal and left.

... To be honest, no matter what other states and counties in the United States, this kind of plot will not go like this.

In general, either the driver calls the police, or the person who has delivered the goods to the door calls the police.

But, this is Gotham.

As long as the money is enough, not to mention sending a person who doesn't know how to live or die, even sending a carload of explosives... There are also people who can take risks with a fluke mentality.

The two young masters in the manor were still asleep, and the master who had stayed up all night was pushed into the bedroom by the butler an hour ago. The old butler did not directly use this matter to disturb the rest of the masters.

He stopped the patrolling bodyguards from going to investigate, manipulated the equipment outside the gate, and analyzed and scanned the unidentified man in the bag with a serious expression.

The heartbeat is steady, the bone age is about 20 years old, the body fat ratio is almost perfect, the body is strong, the height is 183cm, and the weight is 225 pounds. The mask of unknown material completely blocks the facial scan, and it seems to be in a state of deep sleep.

...a strange person who was sent to the gate of Wayne Manor for no reason.

The doubts in Alfred's heart are like bubbles slowly rising under the surface of sinking water.

Until Bruce's deep voice came from above the stairs: "What's the matter? Alfred?"

……

It took a lot of effort for the patrolling bodyguards to transport the sack to the open space in the hall of the manor.

Of course, they were not without protective measures. Long before touching the bag, a special chain was wrapped around the outside of the sack to ensure that even if the other party woke up, they would not be able to move.

There was a bit of commotion downstairs.

After the bodyguards repeatedly confirmed their departure, Dick and Tim, who had been sleeping in their respective bedrooms, also came down the long stairs one after another—still wearing nightgowns of similar styles and different sizes.

Red Robin was young, with sleepy eyes, and muttered, "What happened?"

Rubbing his eyes, he looked down and saw a huge woven bag that was incompatible with the painting style of the entire manor on the aged, low-key and luxurious reddish-brown floor.

Tim: "...Is this a farm delivery?"

Dick reached out and rubbed the dwarf's hair vigorously, and sneered: "That should be sent to the kitchen, silly dwarf."

Tim woke up instantly, and slapped him with his backhand, and was easily dodged by the older brother.

Alfred leaned over to untie the bag, but Bruce stopped him with his hand.

The tired-looking man repeatedly confirmed that the other party was really in a deep sleep state and the iron chain was secure, then he untied the bag and pulled it down, revealing the shoulders and strange hood of the young man inside.

Tim probed his brain to see what was in the bag, he was taken aback when he found out that it was a person, he was also taken aback when he found that the person was wearing a hood, he almost thought there was a hood under the hood, maybe it was a Russian set baby.

Bruce frowned tightly.

There was no information left on the bag, but the tight-fitting uniform this man revealed was obviously not of ordinary material, not to mention the abstract owl pattern painted on the chest.

... Claws?

It's inexplicable, why would someone stun a thug from the Court of Owls and send him to his door?

With vigilance and doubts surging in his mind, Bruce bowed his head, slowly touched a hidden button on the lower edge of the hood, untied the tight seam between the bright red hood and the young man's neck, and raised his hand to take it off.

……

The red hood with pale eyes left the master's head and face, and the shadow cast by it also left the face below inch by inch.

First, the pointed chin, the slightly sunken resolute cheeks, and the thin lips without blood;

Then there is the high nose bridge, and the dark eyes cast by the closed thick eyelashes, the short black hair is pressed by the hood, and it is still messy, and the obvious beauty point on the forehead makes his face more beautiful. With a sense of oppression.

His deep black eyebrows fit the smooth browbones, like two pages of bat wings stretched horizontally, making it easy to imagine how rebellious and arrogant his whole face would be if he opened his eyes, Handsome to the point of depravity.

Tim stood on his tiptoes and looked over there vigorously. Before he could say "Wow, it's so cool!", he found that whether it was Bruce kneeling on one knee in front of the sack, Alfred standing opposite Bruce, or The stinky dicky bird who was crowded next to him froze the moment he saw the young man's face clearly.

The expressions on their faces were almost frozen, and they completely lost their composure.

It's like the calm before the storm, like the brewing before the eruption of an extinct volcano that makes all the living beings around a hundred miles panicky...

They seemed to have been severely injured at the same time, and the terrifying surging emotions were suppressed under their instantly blank faces.

This unusual atmosphere made Red Robin hold his breath vigilantly, and couldn't help but observe the sleeping young man again, carefully looking back and forth at his face...

Kind of familiar, weird, kind of familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Red Robin racked his brains to recall.

... A guess, a memory popped up suddenly, making him break out in a cold sweat.

When he was accepted into the Batcave for the first time, he saw the glass display case facing the door at a glance-the fragmented, spray-painted clown's arrogant and laughing words, and the blood color faded into brown spots. Robin uniform.

Before finding out the identity of Batman, Tim had deeply admired the second-generation Robin.

And that almost tragic "meeting" between life and death through a glass cabinet strengthened Tim's respect for Robin even more.

He secretly checked the news of the second-generation Robin while concealing Batman, and even set his code name as "Red Robin" in order to show respect, instead of directly becoming the third-generation Robin.

There is not much information about Jason Todd, whether it is photos or other information, but Tim has outstanding hacking skills, so he has also seen the real appearance of the second-generation Robin—a handsome, short and thin, black man. Blue-eyed boy.

instead of...

……

"Jason?!"

The next-generation Robin finally woke up from the trance, and exhaled a cautious breath from his throat.

As if afraid of breaking some dream.

Tim heard shock, surprise, regret, disbelief in Dick's voice...

——Six or seven years ago, before Jason died, the solo Nightwing was always arguing with Batman and with Jason, because Jason was Bruce's only officially adopted son, and Bruce was just a child to Dick. his guardian.

——The jealousy of young people and the unique twist of the Bat family make the immature first-generation Robin and the second-generation Robin never close, so that Dick often falls into remorse after Jason's death.

Compared with Ye Yi, Bruce, who was half kneeling on the ground, seemed a little too calm.

Apart from the blank expression at the first moment, Batman, who also recognized this face, had the first reaction to rub Jason's cheek to confirm the authenticity of his face, and the second reaction was to take a blood sample to confirm his identity... …

——No one noticed that Bruce's other hand hanging at the corner of his nightgown was tightly clenched, trembling slightly, almost pinching blood on the palm.

"……master."

Alfred couldn't restrain the trembling of his voice.

"Maybe we should move Master Jason to the sofa first, and confirm the reason for his unconsciousness first."

Following the old butler's suggestion, Bruce stiffly and slowly withdrew his fingers that were attached to Jason's pulse.

The line of his lips was as tight as a sharp blade;

His steel blue eyes drooped heavily, and his eyelashes covered the pupils that were gradually congested.

——At this moment, those eyes, which are notoriously romantic, can no longer see the slightest passion, just like the ice layer with boiling hot lava under it, which is about to burst due to the violent temperature difference.

"...You're right, Ah Fu."

He repressed his emotions, and repeated:

"you're right."

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, this is Dragonfly.

Sorry this is not an update but a leave note.

I will be graduating in May. The last two weeks are exams, I have to go through various procedures, and then I have to fly back to China at the end of the month.

The review of the final exam and the subsequent papers are much more workload than I expected. The latest update is really a bit stressful for me.

So in the past two weeks, it is difficult for me to guarantee the daily update, and it is difficult to guarantee the quality of the update when the state is not good.

I'm so sorry, bows.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 cat that eats fish;

感谢灌溉[营养液]的小天使：杉曳28瓶；商女泪20瓶；戏终人易散10瓶；ddd5瓶；上学好开心1瓶；

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