[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

A luxury car is like a long dragon.

Compared with the perennial gloomy main city of Gotham, this brightly lit banquet castle in the outskirts is like a stamen surrounded by countless petals.

The traffic flow, which is mainly dark but polished, stretches from the outside of the manor to the inside of the castle.

Fresh ruts pressed against the stone paved road, passing through layers of shade of ancient trees.

around a corner.

A luxury car drove away, and another well-maintained Aston Martin, whose smooth shape could not be hidden by tree shadows, drove in.

The driver held the steering wheel and waited for the car in front to give way.

In the back seat of the car, a good-looking brunette was crossing her legs with a bored expression—until the small Kun bag beside her was shaken, and she took out her mobile phone to check the news.

"Oh... my God! Emily said Tony Stark was up front!"

She covered her mouth and screamed, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the castle, but the dense tree shadows blocked most of her sight, and she couldn't see clearly ahead.

"Drive faster, drive faster!"

Although both parties knew that there was a car in front of them and they would be stopped no matter how fast they drove, the driver still nodded dutifully: "Okay, Miss Moxon."

The brunette took out a small mirror to check her hairstyle, and couldn't help rambling:

"If I had known I would have set off earlier today, at least as early as Emily—fortunately, Emily and the others were more interested in Wayne, oh my god, should I be wearing another new dress today? Is my makeup A little flower?"

The car in front started and drove away, the driver was about to step on the accelerator...

"Z-"

The body suddenly started and suddenly braked suddenly.

Miss Moxon in the back seat leaned forward and almost dropped the powder under the seat.

"...Hey, what are you doing?!" she asked angrily.

"Holding, I'm sorry, miss, a... dog rushed out in front of the car?"

Unaware of the hesitation in the driver's words, Moxon covered his forehead and waved his hand without looking ahead, "Then go down and drive him away, don't waste time."

The driver opened the door with a surprised expression.

The brunette opened the powder box that had just been accidentally closed, and was about to continue to touch up her makeup, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a flashing shadow from the built-in small mirror.

She tensed up vigilantly, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun under the seat.

"Oh!"

My neck hurts.

Before she lost consciousness, she only saw a strand of long brown hair floating in front of her eyes, and a corner of the delicately embroidered dress on the chest of the other party.

...how come it looks so familiar?

……

The driver of the Moxon family opened the door and sat back in the cab.

"A husky, miss." He smiled stiffly, as if trying to convince himself, "I ran away as soon as I passed by, and it looks quite strong."

But when he finished speaking, he felt that he was talking too much.

Because Miss Moxon in the back seat obviously didn't care whether it was a dog or a wolf blocking the way, she just said indifferently: "Okay, drive."

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to see if the lady was angry.

He felt relieved when he saw that the brunette's attention was not on him at all, and she was only carefully filling in the shade and line of the end of her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil.

however.

At an angle he can't see.

The real Caroline Moxon was huddled under the backseat, her brown hair disheveled and frowning unconscious.

"Moxon", who was holding an eyebrow pencil, stretched out his hand to lower the car window, hung his arms on the window sill, smiled and whistled towards the thick bushes and tree shadows.

The silver-grey shiny fur flashed past.

And the girl's elbow resting on the car window, the cursive characters drawn by the eyebrow pencil are smooth and clear:

The first line: "In the perception of others, I am the person in front of my eyes, Caroline Moxon of Gotham."

The second line: "The text I write is invisible to others."

……

Candles, rugs, fireplace.

The ball hall is graceful and luxurious without losing the sense of history.

As the host, Bruce Wayne just made some casual and simple opening remarks - his tie was not even neatly tied - and the banquet began.

It was very much in line with Wayne's usual style.

There is always no shortage of champagne and delicious food, and gentlemen and beauties come and go, so everyone doesn't care much about whether there are those polite words.

Tonight, Tony Stark, who is popular in New York, is also charming in Gotham.

Even if he was not wandering around in the arena, but leaning alone on the gothic carved terrace of the old castle, there were not many sights falling on him.

However, the title of "heartbeater" was split in half by Wayne.

...Don't be angry, after all, Baby Bruce has the home court advantage, and Stark is very generous.

At this moment, the man with the mustache was holding champagne, surrounded by a few girls with red cheeks who wanted to get closer, and he was able to deal with the soft words of "let's see the armor" from the ladies with ease.

"It's not suitable, beauty, that's something for fighting."

The lady called "Beauty" smiled coquettishly: "But you also drove it to Gotham just now, Mr. Stark."

"Oh, it's a fight too."

Tony blinked his big caramel-colored eyes and showed a little boy's proud expression.

"Me, Tony Stark, and him, Bruce Wayne."

The beauties in a circle are all laughing.

"Obviously I won, completely!"

……

"Battle? You think so?"

Another familiar male voice cut in.

"That doesn't sound fair, you should wait until I'm in armor too."

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Bruce Wayne who had just finished speaking and was coming down from the stage.

The band played on both sides of the ballroom, and the music mixed with the bright lights of the large ceiling made the atmosphere magnificent and splendid.

Moses split the sea, and the man in the dark blue suit slowly approached the terrace.

And Tony, through the lady's fragrance and the cold night wind, Tony looked at his friend who had known him for decades.

Compared with the handsome and depraved Master Wayne 20 years ago, the people in charge of the Wayne Group have changed a lot.

The color of his temples has turned gray, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes have some lines of age, and the hormones of a mature man are exuding from his whole body.

——Like wine, with the passage of time, it reveals a restrained fragrance.

Only those steel blue eyes still look like a romantic boy.

——Everyone is affectionate, everyone is affectionate.

There were many focused and fascinated gazes around Bruce Wayne, the hottest coming from a circle of female companions nearby.

The ladies were markedly different from the beauties brought in as companions.

They wear expensive jewelry accessories, have no male companions, and have a proud look on their faces. They are obviously the local ladies of Gotham.

The one who was walking closest to Bruce Wayne looked quite familiar - Tony remembered that she had suddenly lowered her head with a strange expression after seeing herself, and was typing on her mobile phone.

This strange attitude made him subconsciously check the other party's information.

It seems to be named Ella?Emma? ... or Emily?

Anyway, the lady of a certain Gotham gangster family.

There's no shortage of babes in Brucey.

Gee.

Tony took a sip of champagne, and rolled his eyes at Bruce Wayne's artificial expression of "you are ruthless and unreasonable".

"Okay, okay, I'm ready for a bare-knuckle fight with this sad loser man - maybe you'd like to give us some space?"

The second half of the sentence is said to the ladies.

No one would believe that two billionaires would fight at a dinner party, but no one would think that the two are on good terms either.

They only thought that the two had some business matters to discuss, and although they were reluctant, they still left with knowledge and interest.

Only Emily, before turning around, glanced at the bottom of the terrace, and suddenly whispered in surprise: "Caroline?"

……

"Caroline, Caroline, you were joking last time, right?"

"Break up with me? Did the Moxon family agree with you? You need to know..."

The brown-haired beauty was holding a little furry teddy, standing in the side garden of the castle with a distressed and irritable expression.

Nightingale fiddled with the collar tag of "Teddy Puppy (Teddy puppy)" written on Shelley's neck, with a sad expression on his face, but a calm heart filled with the desire to complain.

She began to seriously consider for the third time: whether to tear off the hanging tag, let Shelley show her original shape, and then bite off the neck of the man in front of her.

Caroline Moxon and the heir of a certain gangster family in front of her are boyfriend and girlfriend—oh, now they are ex-girlfriends—and she has received this information a long time ago.

But this "Mr. Ex-Boyfriend" is so straight, so sticky + greasy, so entangled... It's not in the scope of her information.

Gotham's big and small crime families spread all over the city, involving all aspects of the industry.

The news that the heir of such a small family is in love with someone, whether it is true love or a commercial marriage, has never been sold at a price.

I don't know if Ryan has started his night hunting?

If it's over, maybe I can help out.

For example, throw this "ex-boyfriend" into the fountain to refresh his mind.

After all, "Caroline Moxon" doesn't have that strength...

While calculating the time for the "Blood Clan" to finish, rubbing Shelley's dog's head to suppress its "sharp" baby teeth that were about to move, Nightingale, who didn't like to suffer a lot, decided to use "kick him in the crotch", which can be done without much effort Take revenge to complete the idea.

Just when the tip of her shoe is about to move...

"It's not the behavior of a gentleman to treat a lady that way."

An unfamiliar male voice came from mid-air.

"Stay away from her, kid, or Dad doesn't mind teaching you how to be a man."

Under the terrace, "Caroline Moxon", who was holding a little Teddy, raised her head and glanced at Star... Bruce Wayne, who was standing in the shadows next to Stark.

The latter felt her overly straightforward gaze, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the righteous bamboo horse beside him.

Tony Stark decided to help out after hearing Emily say "Caroline has always been your fan": "..."

There seems to be something wrong.

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The author has something to say: Tomorrow the author of Insect is going to catch the first... second day... screening of "Shocking Team", no update???????

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