[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

In 2010, America.

At the end of winter, there was a lot of snowfall in North America.

"It has been more than a month since the Great Migration that started and ended abruptly in Gotham City for no reason. Our reporters visited Gotham many times, but the response they received was the same as before. I don't know..."

"Welcome to "New York Express": Recently, Ms. Stark Industries spokesperson Ms. Pep Potts officially held a press conference, seriously stating that the Gotham migration has no direct relationship with "Iron Man" Tony Stark himself. Mr. Tucker's stopover in Gotham was only at the invitation of Wayne Enterprises owner Bruce Wayne..."

""Gotham Evening News": A huge pothole was discovered on the Upper East Side, and the mysterious disappearance of the land is the conspiracy of which super villain? The new criminal Crazy Sacks said that he will claim all charges——The reporter specially invited Mr. Morgan, a criminal psychology expert, to analyze : He didn't do it, he's just a fool."

"Entertainment Jibao! Take you to explore different gender/single-sex relationships! Why does Tony Stark live in Wayne Manor for a long time???"

"Superhero Resource Station: Superman travels between Gotham and Metropolis many times, and the ice-breaking period of light and darkness may be coming."

"The attendance rate of the Dark Knight has plummeted, and the Gotham vigilantes will finally wash their hands?"

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Gotham, Iceberg Diner.

In the past month, there have been frequent incidents in Gotham, and the crime rate has exceeded the previous tens of percentage points. This has more or less affected the business of Bingshan Restaurant.

Just like now, the burly sous chef of Bingshan restaurant took off his chef's hat, and ran to the alley behind the restaurant to smoke a smoked cigarette in his free time.

chap——

The burly man put the cigarette in his mouth, and the sound of the lighter igniting rang out all at once.

——However, his own hand that touched his pocket had not had time to take out the little thing.

The sous chef didn't see anyone in the alley at all before, he took a few steps back vigilantly, and looked up in the direction of the sound...

Then I trembled in shock.

The big strong man looked at the red-haired man standing on the edge of the wall, as if he had seen a ghost.

The moment the sous chef raised his head, a young man who was held by Alger in his hands like a mouse finally couldn't help crying, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" crying through the tape.

He was very thin and had obvious lameness. Most of his cheeks were covered with uneven scars.

He used to be a member of the beggars in the West District, the victim of the chemical leakage case 20 years ago, and one of the murderers who later conspired with his blood brother to frame Alger.

The current scene is obviously a ten-year late settlement and revenge.

"It's... long time no see."

Alger smiled without a smile on the startled sous chef below.

He let go and jumped down from the wall, his toes brushed against the edge of the wall, but he didn't leave any marks on the thick layer of snow.

The crippled young man who was originally held in his hand remained in the air, like a ridiculous silent movie that was frozen.

The cigarette fell to the ground, and the sous chef drew his gun without hesitation.

Alger, however, spent all his time facing the muzzle of the gun, and waved his hand to "catch" past the alarm that he really wanted to press.

"Don't do this." The red-haired man turned the thing into a handful of powder jokingly and indifferently, "Our little girl hasn't woken up yet, so I have to ask you to let me vent my anger."

……

"Di-"

The electronic door opened slowly.

"Beep-beep-beep."

This is a smooth and steady heartbeat monitor.

The air circulation brought the bloody smell from the human body into the laboratory.

Dr. Bruce Banner, who was standing by the instrument, sniffled and cast an unhappy look at Alger.

"Sorry." The red-haired man shrugged and said to him, but his eyes fell on the metal bed in the center of the laboratory.

The sleeping girl has black and long curly hair, as thick as a handful of seaweed, loose and pressed under the back.

Her face was pale, but her eyebrows and eyelashes were as thick as oil paintings. The soft light cast a thin shadow on her eye sockets.

Alger wanted to walk over, but halfway there he took off his blood-stained coat, turned back and bent down, and kissed her lightly on the forehead: "Good afternoon, sleep until the sun shines Ass lazy bird."

The handsome young man who was holding the girl's hand on the other side of the hospital bed looked up at him, and said with a smile, "How old are you?"

Alger bared his teeth at Percy: "If she has the ability, she wakes up and hits me."

The smile on the corners of the latter's brows and mouth subsided slightly, and it took a while for it to return to its original curvature: "Hey, I won't be on your side."

"Tsk."

Dr. Banner stretched out his middle finger and pushed the frame of the glasses, accustomed to all these bickering.

In fact, he still has work to do on the Avengers side. This month, he usually takes shifts with "The Beast" Hank on the X-Men side, responsible for monitoring the body data of Nightingale and Batman.

Speaking of Batman...

Dr. Banner pushed his glasses again, looked at the hospital beds placed side by side not far away, and the rare and gentle black-haired man on the bed, and sighed again for the first time in this month.

For the incident a month ago, everyone's memory has been affected.

Ordinary people are okay, they are just confused by their inexplicable "migration" behavior in the middle of the night, but the Avengers, Justice League and X-Men are really "suddenly coming to Gotham", "suddenly gathered" In the ruins", "Suddenly the timeline is out of order".

It was as if they just closed and opened their eyes, and they teleported from New York to Gotham, and the day turned into night.

As for the memory of the period in the middle, it still exists, but a lot of details are inexplicably lost.

For example, in the middle of the night a month ago, why were Batman wearing a mask and a mysterious woman wearing a mask surrounded by them?

For example, why on earth are the group of men and women in costumes who are slumped around and wearing owl masks engaging in feudalism? ?

For example, after Tony Stark took off the masked woman's mask, why did he think deeply about the face of Bruce Wayne's bodyguard lady, and suddenly said "little potatoes with scribbled ketchup"? ? ?

The world is too difficult, Hulk wants to go back to the sky.

……

Dr. Banner would swear on his favorite guacamole that someone knew the truth.

For example, their side is always the supreme mage who never sees the end of the dragon;

For example, Professor X who always had a commercial smirk that night.

However, one of these two whispered "this is an unspeakable fate", and the other defeated everything with a smile.

Those who want to know the truth of the matter, from Iron Man to Superman, have all failed, and can only diligently guard the hospital beds for the two MVPs of the Great Migration who do not know when they will wake up.

Thinking about it, Dr. Banner found that the sunlight outside the single-sided visible floor-to-ceiling windows was blocked.

Looking up, it was indeed a Superman suspended in mid-air, as if descended from God.

"I came back from the watchtower to see them."

Clark, who was put in, even had melancholy written on the drooping little curly hair on his forehead.

"I asked Zatanna, the mage of the Justice League, and the answer she gave was just like what Doctor Strange said, and I could only wait."

Banner was not surprised by the result.

In the past month, not only Superman has been running for the coma of Nightingale and Batman, but also Nighting’s puppeteer and blood race, Iron Man on the Avengers side, Captain America, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Lightning, Aquaman from the Justice League ...

Maybe they don't believe in Doctor Strange's judgment, but only this kind of search for hope can free them from the restlessness of "the partner may still be in danger".

In this atmosphere, the attitude of Posey, who has been with Nightingale for a long time, actually seems a bit too mysterious and sure.

Tony and he complained in private that he must know the truth too, probably more than anyone else present.

The outspoken Iron Man even asked this question bluntly. After he learned of Batman's true identity, his whole body was shocked.

Because the young man who appeared suddenly was not trustworthy in the hearts of everyone, and no one stopped Tony at that time.

The Asian youth, who was in a wheelchair and gradually recovering, didn't mind at all.

——In fact, he is more like a lone traveler with a gentle skin and a calm heart to the outside world, and only shows his emotions to important people in the protection circle.

Posy showed some emotional pain and joy, and said, "They didn't wake up, just because they wanted to take a good look at another possibility."

He remembered Nightingale's little one, whose face was blue and blue from the cold in the snow soaked in black water. He carried her back to the shabby hut, fed her warm and sweet porridge, for this dirty little one. Xixi named it after the little bird, who regards the small weight in her arms as the burden of her whole life.

The memory of [Source] has never appeared. He only occasionally saw Nightingale writing and drawing on the frosted window, and suddenly there was a trace of worry about the future in his heart.

His worries came out of nowhere, and it seemed that it could be interpreted as fear of his little girl being persecuted for being a mutant, but he always felt that there might be another reason.

Later, in Gotham Hospital, he remembered everything in the fire and heat.

They drove special thick nails into his limbs, pierced layers of spiritual shackles into his brain, and the pain that penetrated into his soul inspired unspeakable regret:

——If it wasn't him who picked up Little Nightingale, she wouldn't have unconsciously turned into another host. She might be discovered many years later and face a similar fate as him.

She is such a good girl and deserves a bright future, just like the radiant Nightingale Wayne he saw in another world.

What is Little Nightingale doing in that world now?

If there were no tricks of fate, there would be many bright and full memories in her life, just like Wayne who chose to stay in that world like her.

Will they slowly watch the lives of Nightingale Wayne and Bruce Wayne?

Would they prefer the ever-growing, warm and uplifting world separated by the Time Stone?

Percy knew that they would eventually return home, so on their way back, he just waited quietly without urging them.

The snow outside the window did not know when it stopped.

A few beams of sunlight hit through the gaps in the clouds, casting beams of light visible to the naked eye in midair, like the eyes of gods watching the world, without sadness or joy.

The person on the hospital bed moved his fingertips.

The sunlight casts a thin layer of gold flakes on the fingertips.

Today is the past, and it is a new year.

The author has something to say: Thank you very, very much for listening to me tell the story of the nightingale.

At the beginning, I wanted to write a very "Gotham" reality-oriented article.

So in the original setting, Alger is actually much darker than this one, and Andrew White also has a line from light to depravity, and they are responsible for the tragedy part.

But... I always have a lot of changes in the process of writing, some because I have better ideas, and some are simply because I don’t have enough writing skills.

In the past few years of writing, the more I write, the more I feel that there are many fairy wives in the world, and I feel that I really lack a lot of things, whether it is talent or literary accomplishment accumulation.

I am a fan of the authorities, in fact, I don’t know whether I have made progress, stagnated or regressed one by one...

But I still feel that I have to keep writing, maybe I will see it clearly in the future.

The next book should be "The Heraldist [Rebirth]".

It is a fantasy romance of cards + summoning.

The female protagonist is a blackened boss with a pure first love face, and the male protagonist is an elegant and crazy clown (just dressed in a circus, not a Joker)

Zong Yingmei has been writing for a long time, and I still like it, but I also want to try other genres.

Thank you so much for being here, some are very lively and cute, some familiar IDs have even been with me for two or three years, it feels like friends I have never met.

Nice to meet you guys.

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