[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

"Old Hart, what's that sound?"

In the patrol police car on the outskirts of Robinson Park, the young Inspector Andrew White rolled down the window, trying to see Arkham in the distance through the shadows of trees and statues in the park.

He was so surprised that he didn't look back, and kept bumping his elbow into the sleepy co-pilot partner.

"W... What???"

Old Hart, who was immersed in a sweet dream, shuddered, his eyes had not yet opened, but his body reacted extremely quickly, and he pulled out the gun from his waist.

Andrew turned his head when he heard the loading sound, and was taken aback by his overly quick reaction.

——In the past week of forming a partner, the old Hart he had seen was completely a policeman.

This out-of-shape old police officer is extremely slippery, lazy, dawdling, addicted to tobacco and alcohol, collecting protection money and bribes, and violently enforcing the law...

Andrew has always suspected that his position as a police inspector was based entirely on his seniority.

So much so that now, seeing the vigilance and seriousness on Old Hart's face, he still couldn't recover.

"Arkham..."

The bleary-eyed old inspector shuddered as soon as he noticed the source of the shaking.

"Don't be fucking stupid, boy, tell the bureau to light up the bat lights!"

Old Hart stared at the direction of the lunatic asylum, his cloudy eyes that were always slightly squinted on weekdays exuded a light that others could not understand, and squeezed out these words from his teeth.

Then, he turned over and squeezed Andrew from the driver's seat to the co-pilot, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the Coventry neighborhood closest to Arkham.

Andrew didn't have time to worry about his abnormality, and quickly turned on the communicator switch on his waist.

——However, before he could say anything, the high sky was pierced by an exaggerated beam of light, and the hollowed-out bat logo on the bright yellow circular outer ring lit up over Gotham, reflecting the thick dark clouds around it.

The commotion caused by this phenomenon is almost the same as the vibration in the direction of Arkham.

The startled citizens of Gotham couldn't tell which one made them more flustered.

In the face of the unknown, some people choose to close their doors and windows and resolutely not show up, while others drag their families and rush downstairs, open the car door and drive towards the Gotham Bridge, trying to escape to the metropolis before a bigger incident occurs .

"What happened...Mom?"

The little blond boy who was hugged tightly by his mother remained silent until the whole family got into the car before asking in a low voice.

——Children in Gotham, from the day they are sensible, they know when to keep quiet and shut up.

"It's okay, Brown, we just need to get out of the way, and help mom watch over your sister... Drive steadily, dear, we have to check the situation before we get on the bridge..."

What's the situation, the mother didn't say, her slightly worried eyebrows were full of hesitation.

The father who was driving understood and wiped the sweat from his brow: "Okay, okay, we'll be fine, the bridge is still far away."

People in Gotham know well that the Gotham Bridge was bombed twice in three days.

……

The family who were busy fleeing didn't see it, but behind them, on the top of the trembling tall building, stood three tall black figures.

However, even if they saw it, they would not know who the three were.

"Run, run, run..."

Selena Ritter, whose short brown hair was neatly brushed back, murmured towards the rushing traffic.

"To be honest, every time I see this kind of scene, it reminds me of myself before I was picked up by the boss."

Selena has always been the one who is the least shy about talking about her past among the three, and she is even... well... very obviously proud of her "recovered" status.

Ryan was on Nightingale's left, and while enduring the desire to destroy, he gave Selena a "sneer".

The air turbulent in mid-air, the puppeteer at the Nighting bar raised his arms to meet the swooping crow.

The sturdy black crow has a sharp beak and two claws, but the movement of grabbing her arm is very measured, and it makes a strange scream that is both shrill and soft.

"They actually lifted Arkham up. I'm afraid they didn't want to compete with the Brotherhood for the scene."

Listening to the report of the crow bird puppet, Selina wrote "It's a pity that I can't see it with my own eyes at this moment" all over her face.

——If you don’t use it outside, you will lose the ability to defend against it. This is Nightingale’s rule for her, and it is also Selina’s rule for herself.

Ryan was not interested in whether people were on the scene or not. He licked his teeth and said slowly: "...I am only interested in our former client."

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, the couple who have been together for an unknown number of years.

"Who cares who you're interested in... Put your fangs back, Ryan Seaa."

Selena, who was interrupted to report, was very dissatisfied and gave him a blank look.

"Iron Man and Captain America came out of the laboratory. In the past, it took about 5 minutes to fly and 20 minutes to run... Oh no, they actually got on the helicopter—three people—and they could reach Arkham in 3 minutes."

She touched the whining black crow and relayed the situation.

"The police force of GCPD is rushing to the river, but this is not the point..."

"The point is, Boss, when are we going to play?"

The black-haired girl standing in the center did not answer the puppeteer's question. With her usual short pen between her fingertips, she lowered her eyelashes and reminded: "It's not [us], it's [you], I have other things to do .”

Selena was taken aback for a moment, her plump nude lips parted slightly, wondering if she should continue to ask.

Ryan turned his head and said nothing, but his scarlet eyes fixed on Nightingale.

Facing their questions, Nightingale did not hide the meaning of the answer: "Honey, tonight is a good opportunity for a big melee. Your karma is in Arkham..."

She took off half of a thin, pure black mask from her waist, and buckled it towards her eyebrows—the mask without straps or adhesives just covered most of her face tightly.

"And mine, hidden in their lair."

Tonight, she was going to dig out the heart that was buried in the bottom of Gotham.

See what kind of temptation it is that made Argel hide from her for ten years.

……

at the same time.

Outside Earth orbit, Justice League Watchtower.

"Oh~Barry! My Romeo~ If you are here, please take a look at the landmark building of our watchtower【Watching Bat Stone】!"

On the high-end leather swivel seat next to the monitoring platform, Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern on duty tonight, is using Shakespeare's tone, cadenced, and groaning to Clark, who is standing beside the transparent wall and looking towards the earth.

The over-focused Superman ignores Green Lantern's mean-spirited banter.

This caused the latter to become more and more courageous and inflated, and the whole person spread his wings on the verge of detonating Superman's infrared rays.

"Let me grandly introduce his identity to everyone!——Clark, born in Kansas, the legal heir of Krypton, the only son of Jor-Al and Laura, the ace who will never get out of Gotham, Man of Steel, Stein Kent of Morville Ranch, Metropolis, the last son of Krypton..."

"Oh Barry! If you're here, use your Speed ​​Force to send this poor guy to Gotham! At least don't let him play here again [I really want to go down, but will the bat be angry? ]’s pantomime!”

Watching Bat Rock: "..."

Batstone: "Shut up, Hal."

Clark finally turned around, and sighed as he watched Hal, who reacted flexibly and opened the wall of the green light in an instant.

His handsome and perfect face, as if full of divinity, was full of helplessness at the moment: "I know that the abnormal energy in Gotham at this moment has not yet reached the warning line allowed by the watchtower."

Hal huddled behind the city wall, shrugging his shoulders: "That's just the part that shows...uh."

He shut up for a moment.

A hint of doubt flickered in Clark's clear, beautiful, rare blue eyes: "What do you know?"

Green Lantern suddenly complained inwardly.

——Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, he is really stressed.

He faltered for a while, then quietly turned the green light ring into a digital watch to check the time: "Well, the time is almost up..."

"Let's put it this way, meringue, there may be an energy hidden in the underground of Gotham far beyond the watchtower's cordon."

"But before that energy really explodes, according to the rules of the Green Lantern Guardians, I, yes, I, can't intervene."

While frantically re-pronouncing the word "me", he blinked frantically at the big blue man to hint.

Clark: "..."

Clark smiled gently: "Thank you for telling me this, Hal."

Green Lantern suddenly had an ominous premonition, and shuddered: "... Uh, you're welcome?" Why don't you go, meringue?

Lie Lie's red cloak disappeared into the watchtower.

But before the red cloak left, Clark thoughtfully made a patch.

"For the sake of your frankness, I will definitely not tell B about the fact that you went to watch Shakespeare operas while on duty, and even had a short video with The Flash, Miss Juliet Green Lantern."

Juliet: "..."

With a broken face, he threw himself in front of the well-hidden communication screen (thought he thought he was) and howled ghostly: "Big Lan must be taking revenge, right?"

Ever since Superman came to the watchtower, Barry the Flash, who has been pretending to be dumb on the other end of the video, patted him on the shoulder from a distance: "...sorry."

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