[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

"Long time no see~ Long time no see~"

"Doctor Eric" who laughed strangely and exploded in a good mood raised his arms and stretched them to the side of his cheeks, his body movements were slow and exaggerated.

then……

"Shh-!"

He exerted force on the face with both hands, a layer of soft and weird human skin was torn from the middle by this force, and the sticky and elastic material was torn off like a mask.

The first face was pale and mottled, and the makeup was blurred with sweat.

this moment……

It was as if someone had cast some spell to stop time.

Almost everyone noticed the blankness of Nightingale's face after hearing that laughter and greeting - even though she was wearing a mask that covered half of her face.

She even subconsciously took a step back, unbelievably stagnant, and then took two steps forward slowly, her eyes fell on the clown and the giant egg cabin behind him horribly.

As the other protagonist who was greeted, Batman's emotional control is much more stable than her, because he just learned from Jason about the possibility that "the clown is not completely dead" more than ten minutes ago.

But, to be honest, before actually meeting the Joker, Bruce thought the Joker Jason saw was just someone's clever disguise.

For example, Mystique can easily do this.

The urn at No. 0801 of Arkham Asylum was placed right there in the middle, in order to prevent all kinds of weird magic and curse mutant abilities in the world today... The security level of the clown's ashes prison is not much different from his original security level. Not even an attempt was made to join in tonight's big jailbreak bash.

Thinking about it now, the fact that Harley Quinn didn't take away the ashes of the clown in the first place may not be because "she has been awakened by the clown's unfeeling, successfully got rid of the opponent's mind control, and fell in love with the poison ivy girl." reason.

But now is not the time to delve into the relationship and sexuality of Harley Quinn.

Almost at the same time that the clown tore up the face of "Doctor Eric", Quicksilver Pietro, who had the fastest reaction in the audience, appeared beside him in the next second.

If the atmosphere just now seemed to press the pause button, then the gifted speed mutant is almost the pause button.

The silver light skimmed across the air, but hit the mottled face of the clown in an instant, as if the next moment could beat this "Gotham fear" that had disappeared for many years to the teeth...

"Bam—!"

The boy wearing silver goggles was bounced back by the air, and flew obliquely into the air, and was picked up by the angel Warren who had successfully subdued the "false angel".

"Hiss what..." Pietro grinned, covering his dislocated wrist and red forehead.

Warren held Pietro, frowned, stretched his wings, and then suddenly raised and lowered, shooting out fluttering steel feathers—but they were all stopped in midair.

Visible to the naked eye, the air that "clamps" the steel feather has changed, and the change in atmospheric density has affected the refractive index of light, which makes the clown's face and body shift as if separated by a layer of glass.

And the mutant who caused all these changes is coming out from behind the distorted space. He has a body like an iron tower, arms as hard as iron, and a piece of clothing that is deeply engraved in Nightingale's memory no matter how it changes. Face.

……

Ten years ago, the girl Nightingale rushed back from the painting supply store to the burning hospital, and bumped into the mutant on the fourth floor.

——It was he who pinched her neck and snapped her jaw, and let her watch Percy's ward be engulfed by the bursting flames.

The firelight ten years ago burned Nightingale's cobalt blue pupils ten years later.

This flame ignited her emotions and burned her heart. After the extreme mood swings, she was extremely calm.

She calmly looked away from the mutant who built an air wall ten years ago to trap her in midair, and calmly remembered who was the culprit.

……

"For a long time in the past, I remember the fear of suffocation."

The mutant knew, and the Joker knew, that Nightingale was talking about the Gotham Hospital bombing ten years ago.

However, ten years later, Nightingale said "fear" in her mouth, but her eyes were full of ridicule and sarcasm.

There was a hint of interest in the clown's crazy eyes.

"But fear has always been because of weakness."

Her pen-holding hand pressed hard against the steel-framed surface, as if she wanted to poke a hole in it—but in fact it didn't. The pen tip made of a unique material turned around and made a screeching sound.

Instead, she lowered her voice and muttered sarcastically, "Because I'm weak, I can't take...jokes."

——Every Gotham person knows, Joker's deadly joke.

This whisper with a strange meaning did not escape the ears of everyone with sensitive ears.

They subconsciously looked at Nightingale's hand, no matter which side looked more or less fearful, thinking that she would write down some "rules".

An unheard of ability, no matter what you write can become a reality, is accommodated in the so-called absolute defense field, and it is impossible for any normal person to be indifferent to it.

However, the tip of the pen that seemed to write something did not write anything.

It was pierced into the vein of the wrist by the owner who was writing the pen fiercely and without hesitation.

Alger, who was standing beside Nightingale, frowned.

Kuaiyin, who almost broke his arm just now, felt his arm ache, and made a "quack" sound like a duck. Since it didn't match the atmosphere, he swallowed it back by himself.

"That's great...it's great that you're still alive, Joker."

Nightingale was actually smiling when she said this, which was rare and joyful.

It's been a long time since Nighting got a foothold in Gotham.

The coldness of the pen tip and the bursts of pain made her brows twitch unconsciously, but the joy in her heart that urgently needed to be expressed made her happily ignore these.

"You are not alive..."

She shook her head, stood up slowly, and looked in the direction of the clown.

"—How should I repay you for this, fatal joke."

……

The dark red, sweet blood gushed out from the pale arm almost instantly, crawled up the fingertips of the back of the hand like a snake, but defied gravity, not even a single drop fell.

After a while, they were like small streams full of vitality, split into countless small branches, and densely crawled into Nightingale's cuff in reverse—to be precise, they crawled into the wound pierced by the pen tip.

The part of the sleeve was raised before, so people can see what happened after the blood "flowed" back to the wound:

Tattoos pierced into the skin by special colorless pigments emerged one after another, and bright red cursive letters, Chinese characters, numbers...emerged and receded, washed into active protrusions by the backflowing blood.

In fact, they really "live" over, out of their original positions, letters and numbers are changing, Chinese characters and English are entangled and twisted... The original well-organized "rules" completely collapsed and transformed into meaningless bloody symbols.

Nightingale's cobalt blue pupils faded again, and the amber gold that had eroded the cobalt blue like threads before appeared again, faster, more menacing, and more dreadful.

The phoenix girl Qin Gray, whose eyes fell on Nightingale like everyone else, suddenly let out a muffled snort, her brain hurt, and her eyes were forced to reveal the orange-gold color flowing through the power of the phoenix.

Charles in the wheelchair thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he told Blink through voice transmission in his brain: "Quick, find a way to open a space door in the field near Nightingale before Alger stops it."

His mind control ability was cut off in advance by Lie Yan, but the ability of Blink may not be.

Blink reacted extremely quickly, and before Lie Yan Alger changed the control of the domain, he opened up the space behind Nightingale, allowing Charles' psychic ability to have a transmission channel.

——However, Lie Yan was not the first to respond to this.

Alger finally saw Nightingale's pupils transformed into amber gold this time, and saw that she turned her head to look at the purple different space that had just appeared, and then only slightly trembled her eyelashes.

"—Patter."

The flickering space door collapsed like smoke.

Nightingale, who didn't write any words, didn't even make the gesture of "writing", looked away, and smiled with eyes that had completely faded away, without warmth.

"You can't stop me this time, Professor."

The author has something to say: return to China tomorrow, the next chapter will be updated on the 9th

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