[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Dawn broke.

The communicator that was thrown on the wooden floor buzzed and vibrated, showing that there was a text message waiting to be read.

Nightingale, who had closed her eyes and sat quietly in the small attic again in the middle of the night, opened her eyes, her cobalt blue pupils fluttering open and closed, like two inorganic crystal beads.

She didn't reach out to reach the communicator on the ground, but cast her eyes out of the window a little dullly.

There were thumbtacks scattered on the bed, dusty old photos and old newspapers one after another, the pointed ends of some nails poked into the quilt, and some were laid upside down carelessly, shining coldly.

Last night, after making way to send the Red Hood back to Wayne Manor, she went back to the attic and tore out all the information about the Dark Knight that had been nailed into a mind map.

She vented her emotions silently, pulled out the nails neatly and silently, without tearing half a sheet of paper.

...what was she thinking the moment she saw the red hood?

Think back to what I heard back then, that his bones were broken inch by inch.

——That year he moaned under the hands of the clown with bone-destroying hatred, while she desperately hid in the alley of sin with almost extinguished despair.

I also think about the ferocious fire ten years ago.

— thinking of her own choked, fragile, voiceless throat.

She didn't deny that for a moment or two, she looked at the emotionless red hood and thought maliciously in her heart... If Batman were to see what he looks like now, would he also show a painful expression? ?

However, the next moment that popped up in my mind was the image of Bruce Wayne holding the trophy dotted with tiny stars, slightly bowing his head and looking down at her, with a smile in his eyes and warm and powerful palms more than ten years ago.

The dark knight with the black hood and the happy prince who is unrestrained, these two very different faces overlap and separate in front of her eyes, the expression of enduring pain and the warm smile are intertwined, which makes people's brain buzzing.

So when Selena asked how to deal with the sleeping Jason Todd, she pinched the blood-stained mask that was hiding something, and said, "Send him back to Wayne Manor."

Even Nightingale herself didn't know, but she wanted to see the expressions of the people in the manor.

Shelley walked over, pushed the communicator with the tip of her kiss, picked it up and handed it to her hand.

The girl rubbed the top of its snout, clicked on the message, and saw that it was a message from her "employer" after a full two hours: "Today is a day off with pay."

——As expected.

The Justice League does not lack magic helpers or other allies who are good at the spiritual field. She doesn't think they will be at a loss for the Red Hood's control, and just take it for granted.

And she, then, has to deal with her own problems.

……

"Da da da."

Women's red-soled high-heeled shoes and men's British leather shoes shuttle gracefully on the clean and tidy streets.

The Diamond District, an area with a luxurious name, is close to Gotham Old Town and Upper West Side, as well as Chinatown.

However, just across the thin streets, the prosperity of the Diamond District is enough to leave the Upper West Side far behind.

In this area where every inch of land is expensive, the most famous landmark is undoubtedly the Bingshan Restaurant.

It is very ironic that even if the people of Gotham know that "Penguin" Oswald Copperpot is the owner behind the Iceberg restaurant and one of the super criminals who turned Gotham upside down, they still A lot of people come to this restaurant to eat.

Rich people often come to have a meal, and those who have little money occasionally save enough money and come to enjoy it extravagantly.

——Because, the Iceberg Restaurant is one of the safest buildings in Gotham except Wayne Building.

Dining here, you don’t have to worry about eating half of the foie gras and suddenly being shot in the head, or just after cutting a piece of bacon, you will be smoked by the scarecrow’s poison gas and become a self-defeating idiot crying loudly.

Today's Bingshan restaurant still has an excellent customer flow:)

The handsome waiter in a black tie straightened his waist and stood in front of the gate decorated with gold leaf, looking up at the sky while there were no guests.

The sky in Gotham is as gloomy as ever, but the diamond district with all kinds of high-rise buildings is never worried about lack of light. This is the most shining place in Gotham, and he is proud of it.

But after looking at it for a while, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a black and slim figure from the corner of my eye.

The waiter was startled—he didn't hear footsteps at all—then hurriedly showed a polite smile with eight teeth, and leaned slightly to look: "Welcome...Welcome to Bingshan Restaurant, ma'am."

When he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but pause in the welcome words that he had said countless times, which should have been particularly fluent.

——The raven black all over her body did not overwhelm the young beauty of this lady, although she had her hair in a bun, and the black veil hanging from the edge of her top hat covered most of her face, only showing the tip of her nose and full lips Berry colored diamond lips.

Yingying Chuochuo can see that the pupil color is about blue.

Undoubtedly a beauty.

The waiter's polite smile became more sincere and stunning. With a shining smile on his head, he asked earnestly and elegantly: "Are you alone? Have you made an appointment? Please let me show you to your seat." .”

Through the net, the beauty's eyes fell on him.

The smile on the waiter's face remained unchanged, and he couldn't help moving his Adam's apple.

Then, he heard the beauty laughing in a hoarse voice: "I'm afraid not, dear."

no?why not?

The handsome waiter, who was about to do his duty, didn't realize it, but soon he was surprised to find that the director of Bingshan Restaurant, his superior, came over with a smile on his face: "Serving you, Ms. N...is everything as usual?"

The beauty known as "Miss N" nodded slightly, and under the guidance of the restaurant supervisor, walked to the inner hall of the restaurant separated by running water.

Leaving the handsome waiter at the door full of surprise.

He has been employed in the Bingshan Restaurant for a long time, and he has seen many "business as usual" guests, but he has never seen this lady before, unlike any famous lady in Gotham.

"N" sounds like a strange code name. What is her real name?

Natasha? Nancy?

Just as he was guessing wildly in his heart, the brakes of a high-end supercar and the sound of doors opening and closing came from the street.

Before the waiter had time to put on his eight-teeth smile, a car key pierced the air and threw it steadily in front of him.

He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

"Hey, boy~"

An unruly male voice with a smile quickly followed.

The owner of the car stepped forward in two or three steps, brown sunglasses covered most of his face, but his brown hair and neatly trimmed mustache were quite distinctive.

Waiter: "...???" It seems familiar.

The man with the mustache patted him on the shoulder, and handed over a shiny green banknote. His movements were unrestrained: "Please park the car for me. By the way, how do I get to the inner hall? I have an appointment——Tony Stark appointment."

Waiter: "...!!!" It looks so fucking familiar.

And it's the inner hall again?Also alone?

There was a big question mark in the waiter's heart, and while he was taking the car keys to the luxury car that he couldn't afford after selling him, he couldn't help but wander off...

——Isn't it an appointment before and after?

Mysterious beauty and billionaire.

It fits well, no problem. skbdowngg