[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

When the entire Gotham was shrouded in morning light and the criminals were reviving with great interest, the atmosphere in Wayne Manor was very different from the past.

Usually, Bruce and Tim always fight for the milk provided by Alfred forcefully;

Ye Yi, who only occasionally returns to the manor, doesn't like milk either, but is happy to see the facial expressions of the other two;

Barbara has her own lair and doesn't usually stay overnight, but as long as she is there, she will sit in a wheelchair with a smile on her cheek and watch the big boys suffer and hate each other.

But today, it was rare for them to gather together. The air in the entire hall seemed to be stagnant into a semi-liquid cloud, hiding the lightning and thunder deep in everyone's heart.

The fireplace was beeping and beeping.

Next to the red-like flame was a soft bench covered with dark brown leather and hardwood, and a muscular black-haired young man was falling asleep with his eyes closed.

The surprisingly long black eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, jumping and shaking with the firelight in front of him, making people think very much.

After several years, between life and death, the adopted son of the Wayne family was lost and found again.

Jason, Jason Todd.

He was lying on the seat he used to sit in when he was free, and his favorite Shakespeare sonnets and Rousseau's "Walden" were placed on the small table beside him-his violent temper hid a A delicate heart.

Bruce closed his eyes, the memory he hid in the corner many years ago, but now the memory is as shiny as new.

——Jason used to like reading so much that he could sit quietly by the fireplace and read for an entire afternoon. The time when he and Alfred discussed Shakespeare seemed like yesterday.

In the first year after losing the second-generation Robin, the Dark Knight always masochistically recalled the trivial details of daily life, crushed them like pepper, and let the pungent tingle his blue eyes. Eye.

He hung the Robin shirt with dark brown blood clots and colorful spray paint in the most conspicuous position of the Batcave.

Jason was still a teenager when he died. He was growing up, his thin muscles and flexible body were perfectly wrapped by uniforms.

As the uniform stands there, it's as if Jason is still there, invisible, looking down at his endlessly guilty and remorseful father.

Now, Jason Todd is really back.

DNA testing and iris and fingerprint verification are all accurate (all members of the bat family store their real genetic information in the batcave, and everything announced to the public is false).

The only problem was that they couldn't wake him up, Jason's brain seemed to be tampered with.

Countless conspiracy theories passed through Bruce's mind one after another.

He was silent, standing by the bookshelf near the fireplace, the firelight reflected the steel blue pupils with amazing brightness.

——If it is said that the moment he saw Jason clearly, he seemed to have been severely knocked out of his spine, but now that he has recovered, he seems to have pieced together the spine one by one with his own hands, and his fighting spirit is in full swing. Eyes burning in chest.

...the Court of Owls.

Bruce Wayne, who is familiar with the means of the dark forces in Gotham and his obsession with the Bat Family, is unwilling, but forces himself to think about what might happen to the resurrected Jason.

For the first time, he took the initiative to contact the X-Men for this matter.

……

A brilliant purple halo appeared out of thin air in the middle of the hall of Wayne Manor.

As if to give everyone present time to react, the halo stagnated in the air for a few seconds before slowly expanding to the surroundings, burning out strands of purple borders, revealing a scene that seemed to be in another dimension.

Across the other end of the purple irregular aperture without thickness, the vibrant greenery and the morning light that cast delicate and hazy beams of light in the air come oncoming through this "door".

It was West Chester, and it was a completely different scene from Gotham.

The petite and light warblers flew through the gaps between the straight and tall Douglas firs, and occasionally even one or two flew low. After seeing the weird scene in Wayne Manor, they looked confused and rushed towards the space door in a panic. The other end flew back, chirping chirping chirping.

In the center of this vibrant scene, the girl with purple hair "Shining" is holding the space door with one hand, with a purple tattoo of an inverted triangle painted on her delicate and glamorous cheek. Several members of the group nodded and stepped aside.

And in the vacant seat she gave up, the dark silver wheelchair pressed over the fresh and tender grass leaves, and the man's light-colored trousers were slightly darkened by the splashing dewdrops.

His gaze moved up slowly, and soon he met a pair of blue eyes that were prettier than the clearest sky.

Inclusive, wise, gentle... like a cornflower stretching slightly towards the sun.

Barbara, who had never seen Professor X before, was a little dazed.

——It turned out that the leader of the mutants looked like this.

——It turns out that the leader of the mutants should look like this.

……

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne."

Charles greeted with a gentle smile, another equally famous mutant "Beast" Hank was pushing a wheelchair behind him, and the two of them stepped through the space door together.

The gothic girl Blink didn't follow. After confirming that the professor didn't need her for the time being, she withdrew her mutant ability and went back to the academy to attend classes.

"Good morning, Professor Xavier."

In order to entertain guests, Bruce and Robin had already changed out of the nightgowns they wore when they hurried down, but the hair, the cuffs of shoes and boots and other details have not been dealt with, showing their anxiety.

In addition, facing Professor X who knows the truth under Batman's skin, even wearing a suit belonging to "Bruce Wayne", Bruce's expression and voice are very "Batman".

"Good morning." Charles was well aware of their eagerness, and after responding to the greeting, he set his sights on the red hood that he had noticed at the beginning, "This must be Mr. Wayne's lost adopted son."

The bright red hood had been taken off and put aside, and Jason's originally messy black hair had been combed gently by the old housekeeper, and he was sleeping obediently on the cushion.

It was really eye-catching for such a strong and stern young man to be put on such a feline appearance, but this was not the reason why Charles noticed him in the first place.

The psychic mutant only discovered Jason's brain as if it were an empty and inorganic ice sheet the moment he entered.

——All emotions and thinking are forcibly suppressed deep in the cerebral cortex by strange means, and the minds of young people have no protective measures at all.

But that doesn't mean he's immune to psychic abilities.

To be precise, it is because he does not have his own "consciousness" that he is not easily influenced and manipulated.

"He has been in a coma..." Bruce said with a hoarse voice, "We haven't found out the reason from a physiological point of view."

To be honest, all kinds of weird gods and weird abilities are popping up all the time these days. For all kinds of things that cannot be detected, most vigilantes have learned to let go of their vision and guess. .

So they suspect that this is a coma at the spiritual or magical level.

Professor X came sooner, and Wonder Woman was already on her way.

Even, considering the worst case scenario, if even these two cannot find out the reason, Batman will find a way to contact the mage of the Temple, Stephen Strange.

Oh yes, and Thor...

It is said that the magic of the Nordic gods and the Greek gods are also different?

The Dark Knight, who had already typed PlanABCDEFG in his mind, was not in a clear mood.

……

Da da da.

The old mahogany wall clock moved slowly and orderly in the corner.

Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Hank... Everyone's eyes fell on Charles nervously or calmly.

The young man's brows were slightly closed, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were pressed against his temple.

At first, he stretched his expression relatively relaxed. The mutant ability that ordinary people can't feel was like his breathing, sweeping through Jason's barren and empty sea of ​​consciousness.

Time passed frame by frame.

In fact, perhaps only for a few seconds, Professor X's gentle face was suddenly stained with complex expressions such as surprise, understanding, nostalgia, and vigilance.

Tim gasped quietly and grabbed Dick nervously by his belt, nearly pulling his pants down.

Ye Yi's forehead hurt suddenly, but at this critical moment, he couldn't hit the dwarf with his backhand, so he could only keep his eyes on Professor Xavier's wheelchair for a while, look at the burning fireplace for a while, and look at the side face for a while. Bruce in the shadows.

"He'll wake up in 10 minutes."

After a few more breaths, Charles opened his eyes.

"The fact that he's going to end this stupor after 10 minutes whether I'm here or not - that's a rule I can't break."

Several members of the Bat Family keenly grasped the hidden meaning in his words, and subconsciously turned their heads to glance at the wall clock in the corner.

Ten minutes later, it was exactly eight o'clock.

This overly precise time point makes it feel like a small program, such as "Jason Todd will sleep until [-]:[-]."

Bruce looked down at Charles and guessed from the other's expression that the person who set this "rule" was a mutant.

Moreover, Professor X is acquainted with him/her.

Just before Bruce was about to ask the question, the blue-eyed professor shook his head slightly and spoke first: "The coma at the moment is a good thing for him, Mr. Wayne, maybe the spiritual shackles imposed on him by the owl court are more important." Big problem."

"If he doesn't untie it, he won't have violent mood swings after waking up."

"If you untie it..."

"His memory has no traces of erasure or tampering, Mr. Wayne, he remembers everything about him during his lifetime and after his resurrection."

"Ten minutes left."

"So, what's your choice?" skbdowngg