[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

When did she stand in front of him, Nightingale herself didn't know.

It was as if her feet had already touched the cool ground when she regained consciousness, and the dust accumulated on the roof was only a thin layer, but her overly sensitive senses fed back every crack in the dust to her mind, and the whole The scalp is going to be numb.

——This is the reason why she has been wandering outside for many years and has not had too much contact with people, things and things.

But on this cloudy day, maybe the emotion revealed on the man's face was too rare, maybe Nightingale was loosened after the last matter was settled, or maybe she just wanted to go down, into the mortal world...

Anyway, by the time she stood on the floor tiles and endured the discomfort, she was already very close to Bruce Wayne.

There was a lot of moisture in the air, and it seemed that it was going to rain again, and the hazy mist was blown into swaying yarn by the wind.

Downstairs, through the thick reinforced concrete layer, she could even hear Nightingale Wayne crying and laughing and talking to Percy, occasionally muttering something like "Where did Bruce go?"

In front of him, the man's steel-blue eyes were like floating light on the bottom of the sea, which was particularly conspicuous against the hazy background. Nightingale involuntarily stopped paying attention to Posey, raised her hand slightly, and placed her fingertips on the The lines under his eyes and at the end of his eyes flashed across.

She asked casually, "What has become of it? Arrogant?"

The warm, soft, and thin touch of human skin under her hands finally saved her attention from the too scary dust gap.

How amazing... Such a tough and paranoid dark knight, his eye sockets are also fragile and gentle.

Bruce tensed up all over.

No matter who changes here, he knows that Nightingale is tantamount to danger, and Batman, who is used to controlling everything and making countless PlanABCD... is even more keen and vigilant.

He seemed to be guarding her with his whole body, and then forced himself to relax and accept her.

His rationality tells him that even if she is Nightingale in another time, it is unbelievable, and his sensibility pulls him down again.

However, Nightingale didn't intend to keep him entangled for too long.

She didn't even really want an answer from him.

The gilt gold that reversed the fate of Nightingale Wayne ten years ago once again appeared in the eyes of Nightingale, and Bruce could even see a few strands that also protruded from her fingertips and also from his blood vessels at the same time. Drilled wisps of beams.

At this moment, Bruce finally determined the deep-seated reason why he could see the woman in the trench coat outside the window while Nightingale couldn't when he was in the ward.

——He also contained the energy that Nightingale wanted to deprive him of.

……

Hey Hey hey!If you don't go, nothing will happen to you, hey!

The magic levitating cloak flew up behind Doctor Strange, performing a wild dance for him with his own cloak.

"not the right time yet……"

Strange frowned, and gently brushed the edge of Agomotto's Eye with one hand, as if to calm its restlessness, and also as if he was preparing for something.

……

Bruce felt grit in his throat.

The depths of the eye sockets were hot, the heart was beating fast, and even the brain was throbbing with pain.

The feeling of the gilt light beam leaving his body was strange, as if a hand had forcibly penetrated into the flesh, tearing and tearing out the capillaries covering every inch of the body—not fatal, but occupying all the senses of the body.

He's a normal guy through and through.

There is no quadruple serum, and he has never experienced the so-called natural natural ability of mutants like breathing.

But at this moment, Nightingale wanted to take it away from his body, so she stood close to his breathing position, slightly frowned, and said to herself: "You shouldn't have [source]..."

What is [source]?Probably the name of this power.Bruce thought about it.And what she meant was that I in this time and space, and Bruce Wayne in this time and space, shouldn't have this ability.

Then why does the "I" of "now" exist?

Because the "I" of the "future" has.

She is from the future.She came for this power.Is that "I" me?Am I the "me" of the present or the "me" of the future?

Countless thoughts changed in the man's mind, but in reality, only a moment passed.

At the moment when the power was about to be stripped, the invisible connection was implicated between him and her, and the face and body of Nightingale in front of Bruce... suddenly became clear.

——It was as if she suddenly stepped into the human world from an untouchable different dimension.

Bruce saw the magnificent and distorted energy field, the power named [Source], wrapped her in front of him like wine overflowing from the golden cup of the sun.

That power is like a raging ocean wave at high tide, the coastline can't hold it, and it's pounding against the limit.

The nightingale with a calm expression has long been an overloaded porcelain statue, maybe this second, maybe the next second, it may collapse.

It is uncontrollable...

Uncontrollable means that everyone has the qualifications to try to control it.

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, the power that was originally uncontrollable, as if it was just sleeping in his body and not belonging to him, suddenly stopped.

——They stepped on the gate to freedom, with a leash hanging loosely around their necks, and the owner of the rope finally thought of pulling it.

Nightingale suddenly let out a confused low note.

Her fingers on his cheeks were slightly drawn together, trying to make a grasping movement, but was restrained by the man's palm that suddenly came up from below.

In an instant, the gate fell, and the unilateral torrent of energy was blocked and stagnated.

Not only that, the palm that clasped her arm pulled hard in his direction, and Nightingale, who was defenseless against him, an ordinary person, was caught off guard and staggered straight into his arms.

Like the liquid level at both ends of a U-shaped tube approaching the same level, and like the fusion of a high-concentration solution to a low-concentration solution, those forces that have nowhere to rest due to excessive plundering and torture the nightingale all the time, cheered to another with The friendly body rushed away.

The cobalt blue eyes widened slightly.

……

"The multiverse is all forged from the furnace of worlds."

Taking advantage of the moment when the two largest variables are entangled, Doctor Strange propped up a mirror space for this fragile world.

"The dark universe is the multiverse that failed to forge."

Even though he is already the most talented and powerful Supreme Mage in history, it is still very difficult for Strange to support the mirror space that can withstand the power of the dark universe.

Sweat slipped from his slightly gray temples, but his expression had changed from being on standby at the beginning to relaxed now that the dust had settled.

"The development of the dark universe is doomed to perish. Nightingale's power comes from the legendary metal, and the legendary metal comes from the dark universe... Even if she succeeds in turning everything around, the final outcome can only lead to extinction."

The magic floating cloak, which had been listening to his explanation calmly, raised the corner of his clothes in confusion, and scratched his non-existent head.

"She knows? No, the dark universe won't let her know."

"It will guide her, influence her subtly, integrate the consciousness of the universe into her thinking...it wants her to inherit its will, and find a thriving world host for the dark universe that is about to perish."

"Everything she has seen about the truth of the universe is true, otherwise the dark universe would not be able to hide it from her, except for one thing... what will she become?"

Originally, the person who should bear this fate was the patron of the cosmic consciousness named "Posey".

The mutant manufacturing base and the owl court had no idea what kind of fear they had almost unleashed.

But the fate of the whole world, since Percy picked up the little foundling with cobalt blue eyes in the snow, was turned in a direction that even Strange couldn't see clearly.

……

Outside the mirror space.

The dark cosmic consciousness whose plan was destroyed roared, rolled up a raging and thick black cloud, mixed with thunder and lightning, and uttered threats and roars on the magical level that ordinary people could not hear at the mage who blocked its plan.

Heavy rain poured down, hurricane cirrostratus.

The citizens of Gotham raised their heads suspiciously, looking for roofs and indoors to escape the storm.

In the ward of Gotham Hospital, Nightingale Wayne held Percy's thin shoulders, led him to sit on the window edge, and stretched out his hand to blow away the fog on the window glass.

Looking at the crackling raindrops outside the window, she wondered, "Where did Bruce go?"

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