[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Arkham Asylum.

"Boo--! Boo-boo!--boo!"

The bat logo shot out fiercely across the ice, and was bounced back into Yeyi's hand.

Dick fell from mid-air, bent his knees on the ground, and looked around the chaotic interior of the mental hospital...

The first thing he saw was naturally "Mr. Freeze" Victor Fries, who blocked his bat mark.

This ordinary person whose body temperature must be kept below zero at all times to survive, has escaped from his special cell at this moment, wearing low-temperature armor that should have been locked in a hidden warehouse, and the cold air from the gun holes froze the entire path It became a popsicle.

"You're faster than I thought..." The thin villain with white hair and white pupils showed a pale and handsome smile under the transparent hood, "But you are only one person, Nightwing, where is Batman?"

Dick stepped on the cold ice spreading around his feet, straightened up and ignored Mr. Freeze's temptation: "It's just you, Batman is not needed."

As his voice fell, there was a deafening roar from outside the blasted ceiling, which directly overwhelmed the sharp chorus of the hybrid mutants.

Mr. Freeze looked up and saw Hulk's mountain-like body crossing the air, tearing off the wings of several mutants trying to attack him with his left and right hands.

Gray feathers swirled down with the cold night wind.

The hole in the encirclement that was originally opened by Wonder Woman and Iron Man widened again, but Mr. Freeze's smile remained unchanged, as if he was not very worried.

There were more sounds of fighting in the distance of the passage.

Dick could distinguish Tim's bat mark and Captain America's shield, he heard the dull footsteps of the foreign aid "The Beast" Hank's limbs on the ground, he could also hear the Mad Hatter's wild laughter and Mudface's roar...

But let's be honest, there are too many villains and not enough people.

……

"... Who the hell is this?"

In the communication channel, Red Robin, who was dodging the Mad Hatter's hypnotic attack, suddenly let out a scream.

Then there was a loud "Boom!"

Ye Yi pulled out his double sticks and slammed at Mr. Freeze's ice making equipment. After the latter hurriedly avoided it, he quickly stretched out his long legs and swept it hard, asking, "What's going on?"

Captain America panted slightly and joined the call: "Just now, a group of policemen came in through the passage opened by Hulk, but another man sneaked in. He is fast and powerful. He has golden brown hair and red eyes."

Ye Yi searched around in his mind, but couldn't find the corresponding candidate through these characteristics.

If it came in from the outside, it shouldn't be those super criminals?So what did he want to do in Arkham?

"……I remember now!"

Tim got up from the ruins—the strange man just rushed over as if he couldn't see the wall, and smashed the Mad Hatter and his muddy face into the broken wall. Red Robin dodged quickly but was still caught. affected.

"Although the color of the eyes doesn't match, I remember that face. He is the blood race Ryan, the famous mad dog in the underground intelligence organization Nighting." And he seemed even crazier just now.

Steve: "... Gotham's intelligence collectors are so dedicated now?"

The situation just now looked like: while the incident was still going on, intelligence personnel ran in to collect first-hand information.

Tim was silent for a while: "No, maybe this is the only one."

Speaking of which, it's not that Nighting is not registered in the Batcave, but this organization is slippery every time and follows Gotham's unspoken rules very much.

Whether it's the bloodline Ryan or the puppeteer Selena, and their intelligence agents with various identities living in Gotham's streets and alleys like locusts...they stepped on Batman's bottom line just right, not meeting the needs. The standard of warning.

As for the Gotham Nightingale himself, it was as if he was targeting the Batcave, and he never showed his face at 01:30 under their surveillance system.

Highly cold (?) Interpreted vividly.

"Gulu... Lu..."

While Red Robin was complaining endlessly in his heart, the mud face that was pierced through the middle once again merged from a puddle of mud into a human-shaped giant, blocking the corridor connection.

By the way, he vomited out a few bats and a shield that he had just swallowed.

"Roar--!"

Amidst the roar of the mud splashing, Nightwing, who had already received the signal from Red Robin, successfully led Mr. Freeze to a close distance, a beam of powerful cold air broke through the distance of the aisle, and "crackling" condensed Mudface's body into a native stick popsicle.

"Cool~" Tim whistled.

Captain America went down with his shield and knocked the frozen mud face to pieces.

Bat marks, double sticks, and shields flew together, and the three worked together to quickly solve Mr. Freeze, and rushed to the more core area.

Along the way, I occasionally met a few wandering criminals. Since most of the villains are not superpowers, the three-person team rushed forward more easily.

Until they stepped through a certain corner, the suddenly empty field of vision was filled with dense plant branches and leaves.

Light green, emerald green, forest green, deep purple...

A streak of pink-blond hair streaked through the dense leaves and thorny vines.

"Hey, cuties~"

There was giggles.

The thickest leaf holds up a nervous beauty.

"Come and play games with Harry~"

……

"Hide-and-seek isn't fun at all, to be honest."

In the core area of ​​the MMP underground base, Nightingale stared straight at the figure with her back facing her in the empty hall, and stepped through the wide open password door without hesitation.

The "rule" she wrote on the note was not lifted, but the red-haired man in the hall seemed to "feel" her, turned around while speaking, and spread his hands in a gesture representing "helplessness".

Nightingale and him "looked at each other" from a distance of a few meters, breathing slightly heavier, but quickly restrained by her.

She reached into her coat pocket and folded the hard cardboard with cursive letters in half:

[..., the above text will become invalid when the card is folded in half]

The air seemed to be distorted faintly, and a black-haired figure appeared in front of people, unimpeded and unobstructed by anyone or monitoring equipment.

The girl was not surprised that Alger could find her, and her tone was complicated: "... I think you are having a good time."

The tall red-haired young man let out a short "ha", shook his head, and opened his arms towards her: "Little Nightingale won't be fun when she grows up...Come and hug her?"

Nightingale just stared at him with her head up, her cobalt blue eyes seemed devoid of any emotion.

The tall and strong red-haired young man scratched the back of his head, strode forward and leaned in front of her, gave her a bear hug, and lifted her up.

"Okay, I'm not the only one who comes to the mountain... the mountain..."

"Oh!"

The black-haired girl held in his arms with her toes dangling in the air gritted her teeth and punched him in the stomach.

After the latter grunted, he remained silent, allowing her to bite down in frustration after the beating.

The snow-white teeth tore at the young man's shoulders and neck, and the tip of his tongue tasted blood between the teeth.

"Alger is a big bastard..."

She cursed vaguely and harshly.

"Fine……"

Alger's expression was slightly distorted, but his eyes were soft.

"Stupid little bird." skbdowngg