[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Probably Satan didn't bother to mess with the graduation ceremony.

On Nightingale Wayne's last day at Gotham University, the weather was neither sunny nor rainy, and the wind was not too strong. At the end of the ceremony, no super villains or low-level robbers and terrorists appeared. Tell me to get down...

Oops, what a rare sunny day in Gotham.

It was rare for Bruce not to meet any supermodel or attend any cocktail party on this day.

But even so, 5 minutes before the ceremony officially ended, he left the hall early and got into the piano black luxury car parked outside the school gate.

After all, the men and women who had guessed that Bruce Wayne might be there because of the existence of Nightingale Wayne had been gearing up to dress up as early as the previous night or two—whether it was for job opportunities or high-ranking opportunities.

Who wouldn't want to see Gotham's little prince in person?

— whether at work or in bed.

You can imagine how frustrated they were when they found out that the target character had left the scene early.

Nightingale ran around the back of the venue hall to the gate of Gotham University, and opened the back seat of the car with a smile.

In the rear seat of the long car are two vertical sofa chairs. The cushion material of the couch is soft lambskin, and the dark leather is finely stitched with a diamond pattern, with a warm luster. Light amber champagne still bubbling.

Of course, the first thing that caught the little girl's attention was Bruce with his long legs stretched out, holding a bouquet of dark blue cornflowers, hyacinths and baby's breath in his hands.

This man always has a handsomeness that cannot be polished away by time.

His temperament, his appearance, his steel-blue eyes... are like wine, like the corruption and debauchery on the surface of his game, which becomes more and more charming with age.

"...Hey, wish me a happy graduation?" She paused for a moment before entering the carriage, then bent her eyes and lowered her waist to receive the bouquet.

The not-too-heavy weight was transferred from the man's hand and fell into her arms, mixed with the faint smell of flowers and plants.

The bouquet gently bumped against her body, and the water droplets stuck to the petals and branches shook off one after another, and some of them sprinkled on her wrists and fingers. The coolness softened her heart a little.

Graduation...not very happy, actually.

Nightingale lowered his eyes and thought so.

But at this moment, the not-so-scented bouquet, the dew on her hands, and the person sitting lazily on the seat in front of her made her very happy, filled her with a smile, and made her feel happy. Fascinated.

"Happy Graduation... Dear Nanting."

The man raised the champagne glass on the table, gave a light respect from the air, and said with a smile in his eyes.

Nightingale pursed her lower lip, the tips of her canine teeth left two small white marks on her lips, and she also picked up the wine glass in front of her seat: "Thanks...oh Sh.it!...God, you Are you kidding?!"

Staring wide-eyed at the milky white milk in the quilt, the inexplicable softness in the little girl's heart disappeared in an instant, and it was a mess.

"You can't blame me, you haven't reached the legal drinking age yet." The smile in Bruce's eyes suddenly couldn't be hidden, overflowing, like a prank boy waiting for this moment, "Underage brat."

Nightingale: "..."

Nightingale: "Go away, I'm going to find my brother."

Bruce lightly avoided the pointed boots she stepped on, gestured to the driver, and the black car drove slowly in the direction of Gotham Hospital.

"Of course," he responded, "Percy said last night that he was going to celebrate you."

……

At the end of May, if it were Okinawa or Hokkaido, Japan, the late cherry blossoms would have withered.

However, Gotham's climate has never paid attention to the four seasons. Near the flower bed in the center of Gotham Hospital, the cherry blossoms transplanted here across the ocean still retain a thin layer of crimson.

Wayne's car with a conspicuous license plate had not yet driven into the gate of Gotham Hospital. The staff in the hospital had sharp eyes and sent people to greet them early. The medical staff in the top ward were all in place.

The bouquet and champagne were still left in the car, and Nightingale only brought a thin graduation certificate, with curly ink text rolled in flexible paper and wrapped around a long dark blue ribbon.

When passing by those stubborn cherry trees, a few late cherry blossoms with wrinkled petals fell down, intertwined with pink and white, and the fragrance is very light.

The girl raised her head subconsciously. Under the gloomy sky, the cherry blossoms were scattered, but they were not very beautiful... But there was a small voice in her heart, whispering: It can continue to bloom like this forever.

Bruce, who was a few steps away, noticed that the little girl was not following. He raised his hand to stop the smiling greeting from the staff, and turned to look at her inquiringly.

"What's wrong?" His eyes asked.

The latter suddenly came back to his senses, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and trotted two steps to join him: "...it's nothing."

She never told Bruce that she remembered the tiny details of everything that happened ten years ago—the raven-haired woman, the gilt fingertips, the ability to disappear completely before she passed out.

She never told him, too, that the furry little secret had been trying to get her attention all these years.

Most children have difficulty remembering their own childhood, especially after experiencing great stimulation, even adults will self-protectively forget some memories.

Bruce thought she was too.

And the ordinary life day after day, year after year, almost taught her to think so—thinking that she was an ordinary person, and that the days when she had a meal in a shanty town were just a dream.

The elevator in the inpatient building slowly ascended, and the floor number changed from "1" to "2", then to "3", to "4"...

The joy of seeing Percy soon made Nightingale's steps light. She took Bruce's arm, pulled him halfway in an unladylike manner, and trotted towards the ward.

... A pair of smooth leather boots stepped out of the door, followed by the hem of the windbreaker, and a few strands of crow-colored curly hair gently swaying in mid-air.

This figure that suddenly came out of Posey's ward and had appeared in her dreams many times before took all her attention in an instant.

Nightingale raised her head almost without pausing, staring at the half of the mask that was revealed when the man turned his head slightly.

Bruce, with his arm on his arm, was on alert even faster than she was, muscles hidden under his suit tensed like rocks.

—No, Percy!

Nightingale's graduation certificate fell to the ground, and the end of the paper roll rebounded twice on the ground and rolled to the ground.

She broke free from Bruce's arm almost like a madman, and rushed to Percy's ward.

The woman wearing the mask walked at a leisurely pace, while Nightingale specially asked the master to train her with swiftness and vigor. According to this speed, the latter can completely stop the former.

But even so, this ghostly visitor ten years ago still fades away in the air like the wind ten years later.

The girl staggered and jumped into the air, and the blood in her whole body became cold in an instant. She was hugged by Bruce, who was even faster behind her, and thus avoided the tendency to slam into the wall.

"Quick! Go to the ward first!" The man shouted to a group of medical experts who were stunned by the sudden situation and didn't know how to react.

Nightingale was short of breath, and pushed open the door of the ward with trembling hands, and came back to life suddenly after seeing the figure of the young man with black hair lying in the soft velvet quilt, and the blood flowed back.

He seemed to be asleep, his breathing was slow, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

Everything in the ward was as before, if it wasn't for the strangely blooming cherry blossom branches in the vase by the window, and if it wasn't for the faint strange fragrance in the air, it would be as if nothing had happened here.

The bewildered experts regained their composure and skillfully performed various examinations on this patient who had lived in Gotham Hospital for ten years and almost regarded the top ward as his home.

"..."

"I am not wrong, right?!"

"God, restart the machine again...it's a miracle! A medical miracle!"

Bruce held Nightingale's shoulders, and asked the restless girl, "What's the result of the examination?"

The doctors who were completely immersed in the emotions of doctors finally came up with a representative. The old man who had been in the medical industry for decades and witnessed countless miracles and countless tragedies said in a soft but firm exclamation tone: "This is the history of medicine. Another miracle, Mr Wayne, Miss Wayne."

"This gentleman's organ failure was completely reversed, as if a person had two sets of teeth in a lifetime."

"This is not a cure..."

"This is new life."

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