[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Even in the year 2000, the situation and embarrassment of mutants in the human community has not been alleviated much.

"Those who are not of my race must have a different heart", this old oriental saying is indeed a reflection of the attitude of people all over the world towards mutants to a certain extent.

Among the huge base of supporters of the mutant threat theory:

Some people insist on finding a way to eliminate the ability of mutants;

Another group of people went to the other extreme and demanded complete control of mutants-as for what to do after control, it was another matter.

However, within the mutant group itself, the extremists are also divided into two similar parts:

A part of the ability that hates itself so much wants to be an ordinary person;

Some of them are extreme newspapers, using excessive methods, hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred.

To Bruce Wayne, this young girl out of nowhere looked like a hybrid faction somewhere in between.

—— Doing what I want to others, directly making decisions for mutant children who have not yet felt the malice of this world, which may not even be clear to the children themselves.

Is this right or wrong?

Regarding the matter itself, Bruce has no answer, after all, even the mutants themselves have no answer.

But this child, this child who tried to protect her brother with her fluffy little way before going out, she is the only person who has the right to decide whether she wants to keep this ability.

Speaking of human rights in Gotham, it would probably be a joke if it was said.

But the young Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne who inherited the legacy of his parents, and the Bruce Wayne who just returned to Gotham after going through the trials of blood and fire, still have some hopes in his heart about saving the city. Hope Bruce Wayne... he can't turn a blind eye.

A male hand with clear veins and bones grasped Nightingale's wrist.

He was so hard that even Nightingale, who didn't care about "him of this era", raised her head and took a deep look at him.

For a moment Bruce thought her eyes were familiar to him, but they just looked at each other strangely.

But now is not the time to care about whether they have met, Bruce was slightly surprised by Nightingale's wrist strength - he didn't move her seemingly slender arm with all his strength - and then quickly changed his plan, turning his expression blank The confused little girl was pulled into his arms.

This time, he was not stopped.

The man's eyes fell on the little girl's dirty face, and her limp and limp body was in his arms, carrying the thinness that a child of this age shouldn't have.

Because it was winter, the little girl's exposed cheeks and hands were cold.

Bruce subconsciously covered her with his hand, but knocked off the short pen that the child had been holding quietly and tightly before.

The pitted pen tip landed in the potholed mud and snow, looking like just plain...garbage.

A thought clearly crossed Bruce's mind:

She has been an ordinary person ever since.

……

Nightingale Wayne is a sly bad girl.

The above is the evaluation from Lucius. Bruce has requisitioned it very rudely, and has used it for many years.

In fact, Lucius used the word "smart" instead of "cunning" in his original words, but Mr. Bruce Wayne, a middle-aged diamond bachelor, is not very happy to give his little nightingale a face.

"As long as it pleases you, sir."

Alfred said in his usual strict, respectful and unabashedly teasing tone.

"By the way, Miss Nanting made three phone calls to the old house last night to make sure you could show up for her graduation ceremony with cranberry cookies - the lunch box is on the coffee table in the living room, sir. "

Bruce, a successful man in a suit and leather shoes, Wayne, looked at the old butler's vicious red and white plaid lunch box: "..."

Why did the matter develop to this point, the little prince of Gotham spent ten years not figuring it out.

All in all, at the end of May 2010, the only girl in the Wayne family was about to get her double degree of undergraduate and master, and planned to further study.

She will have a whole summer vacation to worry about "whether I should continue my PhD at Gotham University or go to New York to try the same professional school as Iron Man".

Bruce scoffed at the latter option.

However, when he actually sat under the stage of Gotham University's graduation hall, he saw the girl in their family with long and curly black hair, stepping on boots hurriedly up to the podium, blinking her pair of eyes that were as clear as ever since she was a child. blue eyes, while the countless boys in the audience whistled and booed and applauded...

For a moment, Bruce smiled calmly and proudly on the surface, but inside he was like a baking soda splashed by a ladle of water, gurgling with emotions that were too late to see clearly.

A group of boys full of hormones, how could they be worthy of his girls.

If Dick or Jason were here, they would have said the same thing—of course Nightingale would probably grab the back of their neck and laugh at them as being neither big nor small.

Speaking of this, I have to mention by the way that the issue of the seniority of Nan Ting and the other two boys has been discussed countless times in family meetings.

Dick and Jason would never call Nightingale "Aunt", and Nightingale called them "Great Nephew" with great enthusiasm, but she was never too big or small herself, and always called "Bruce" Not called "brother".

The girl on the stage nodded her chin with a reserved smile. She stood tall and looked down at everyone, but she was humble and polite, perfectly showing what self-cultivation is: "This is a day worth remembering, ladies and gentlemen. they..."

Bruce hadn't seen her like this for a long time. He rubbed his temples offstage, couldn't hold back, and chuckled.

The movement was so small that others didn't notice it, but Nightingale on the stage could see it all, and secretly cast a reproachful look at him, probably planning to settle the score later.

Thinking of "settlement", Bruce couldn't help laughing again.

Nan Ting, a bad girl, called "Bruce Bruce" repeatedly when she was happy. The bait and the set.

When she is unhappy, she is very straightforward.

Because the color of the eyes is too good-looking, Nan Ting is always used to squinting his eyes when he wants to lose his momentum. His long black eyelashes cover most of the cobalt blue, and his voice is low and hoarse, hissing out syllables one by one, like Menacing snake.

"B, Ru, S!"

The man replayed the girl's angry look in his mind, thinking that if she was not an ordinary person, Wayne Manor could be messed up by her on the watchtower of the Justice League.

...ordinary people.

In the blizzard ten years ago, the mysterious woman and the golden halo reappeared in his mind.

The memory is actually not very clear.

But Bruce looked up from the stage and looked into Nightingale's slightly smiling eyes.

Cobalt blue and cobalt blue, as if separated by a distant time and space, overlapped together.

...is it an illusion?

The author has something to say: These two chapters are also called: If Nanting is still the Wayne series.

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