[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Orphans in the black streets of the Upper West Side can roughly be divided into two parts.

One is the pure Gotham kind, with no past and no blood relatives, and the blood of the land of Gotham has flowed from childhood to adulthood.

For example, the dirty Nightingale who was picked up in the ice and snow, for example, the little Allen who was drunk to death in the street, and for example, little Linda who escaped from the Gotham orphanage and survived alone. ...Most of them don't live much longer, and once they survive, they must be out-and-out Gotham people.

The other is the strangers who joined in the middle, and because of various reasons, they are stranded in Gotham.

For example, the stuttering little boy Peter who was abducted from nowhere, for example, the Middle Eastern kid who was often bullied and scolded because of his weird accent, and then broke out and smashed the eardrum of a small head, for example, he ran to Gotham by himself and became an old oily boy. son of Alger.

This type of people is the same as the previous type, either degenerate into an unknown piece of mud, or go upstream, and become new Gotham people who have put on Gotham leather.

And Percy?

He is neither the first nor the second.

He was out of tune with them.

First of all, he has a background - the only son of a well-cultivated Asian couple, and his family is not rich but definitely well-off - which can be easily seen from his conversation and knowledge.

If it hadn't been for the loving couple who suffered a catastrophe, the children raised by such a family would not have stepped on the mud of the black street with clean soles.

Therefore, on Black Street in the Upper West Side, before Alger and Nightingale appeared, the hut occupied by Percy alone was a "forbidden zone" that almost no one would set foot in.

Not that he would stop people from entering or anything...

It was Percy, who stood there, born to be separated from the street children around him.

Like the clear ink painting corresponding to the clumsy graffiti, like the misty and rainy pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, corresponding to the damp and smelly garbage alley.

The beggars don't like him, they don't like him but yearn for him, they yearn for him and want to destroy him.

If he hadn't inherited his parents' inheritance, if he hadn't had the mind to protect property, Percy would have no place in Black Street.

——To be reasonable, no one understands why he stayed in Heijie, except for Percy himself.

Just like at this moment, Nightingale was approaching him under the eyes of everyone, his black pupils reflected her face, and he didn't respond, as if he couldn't hear anything except the "password" he needed.

"Can I touch you, brother."

She stretched out her hand towards him to make an embracing motion, very slowly, and carefully paid attention to his expression—it seemed that there was no expression, and the eyelashes were dimly cast by the light.

So Nightingale's voice subconsciously softened again, "...Hey, give me a hug? Just like when I was a child."

External sounds were cut off, and she could hear her own breathing clearly in this space.

Behind them, Superman and Phoenix Girl seem to cooperate. Their powerful and surging forces that do not belong to the same system erode the cube where the group of high-level people hide.

Nightingale was not distracted, she chose to follow her inner thoughts.

When her arms touched the young man's body again after so many years, she only felt deep in her heart, the collapse of the embankment that had been accumulated for a long time...

He is still alive, his heart is still pounding, he has grown taller, his arms are thin but strong, his chest is hot, his breath is like moist morning mist...

He's still alive, he's still alive, he's still alive, only physical contact can bring such a real cognition, and the fact that it invades the cerebral cortex screams.

The turbulent emotions took away her concentration almost instantly.

……

When people are in chaos, their thoughts are like oil

It is as thick and colorful as a painting.

Like hypoglycemia, large and chaotic snowflakes appeared in front of my eyes, and the pale face of the young man was the east wind blowing, regrouping Nightingale's thoughts into a bunch, rushing towards the clear goal again.

—Wake up, Percy, wake up.

Following the first choked sobs from Nightingale's throat, invisible ripples radiated outwards with her and him as the center, and with the touch of the "ripples", the silver-gray egg that contained Yuan began its journey. falling apart

The humming pipes of the underground base are spread all over like spider webs, and the rubber has been peeled off layer by layer like a banana. The crystal blue liquid energy leaks out of the pipes, and is held up by invisible forces, suspended in mid-air;

Those peeled off rubber skins did not disappear, they came alive like snakes, connected end to end, wandering nimbly and fiercely, tied up the group of completely deprived modified mutants into a string, and threw them at Kuaiyin's feet;

Superman's red rays suddenly split into hundreds of beams in the middle, and the efficiency of slowly eroding promethium metal skyrocketed in an instant, but burned the protective layer to red in a moment;

Taking advantage of this momentum, Jean Gray, who was also half-floating in the air, suddenly erupted, and the crimson phoenix power stretched and folded like real wings, and rushed to the high temperature zone with an indomitable momentum—boom! !

The semi-softened promethium metal finally cracked, and the tall cubic space collapsed from the first gap, just like glass being smashed, and the chain reaction caused this rare metal to explode in all directions.

Copying Superman's super vision is not an easy task, and Nightingale's forehead was dripping with sweat.

When several fragments approached at high speed, she manipulated the density of the air, isolating this strange substance that could not be affected by her ability - she was not afraid of this level of attack, but the weirdness of this metal made her become cautious.

Posy leaned halfway beside her, his out-of-focus pupils seemed to move along with the trajectory of the debris.

This scene was brought into view by Bruce, who had been watching this side all the time.

The dark knight frowned unobtrusively, and reached out to catch a fragment in mid-air.

The sharp edges and shattered fractures of this hard metal resembled the fish scales of a siren, and even left white marks on his bat gloves with ease.

High speed, hardness... the combination of the two caused everyone to avoid it.

They have Alger's domain, the flickering space gate, and the speed of The Flash and Quicksilver, and the mere fragments can't do much harm.

But the people inside the cube obviously have no room for resistance.

……

No matter how rich, powerful, and intelligent, a group of "ordinary people" seem to be very embarrassed in the face of superpowers.

Expensive suits and tailored gowns quickly become messy, and in this case are not even as defensive as the owl masks on their faces.

The faces could not be seen clearly through the mask, but some of them were obviously shouting and cursing something, but because of the sound wave isolation set by Nightingale, no word could be heard by everyone.

Among the high-level group, the lady at the head was short and fat, dark-skinned, and agile.

She was obviously much calmer and more decisive than the people who were dodging in embarrassment.

I saw the lady bent over and picked up the lamp in the center of the pool—it looked like an old-fashioned gas lamp, but the light source was obviously brighter and much more stable, because the lampshade separated the golden light inside from it. Brighter, softer.

In front of her, the pool of clear water surrounded by the round table was sparkling, looking ordinary and ordinary.

But several pieces of promethium metal fell into the pool water, but they didn't sink, instead they floated like paper boats.

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