After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Milky Way, Earth.

Gotham, New Jersey, USA.

A sudden storm in the evening is mercilessly hitting this world-famous crime city. I don’t know if it’s because of the damn weather. Those criminals who should be active at this moment are like mice who don’t want to get in the rain. Retracted his own sewer.

Because of this, the dark knight's night watch work is particularly easy today.

However, this rare relief did not smooth Batman's frown.

"...the rain is not right." He said.

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky out of thin air, reflecting his resolute face.The thunder was a beat slower, and roared.

"With all due respect, Master Bruce," Alfred's disapproving voice came through the earphones, "this is not the reason for you to travel outside for a long time in thunderstorm weather."

"..." Batman just tightened his jaw, "This is weird, I'm sure...there's something wrong with the rain."

There was a long silence, and he seemed to hear the sigh of "Jesus!" from the old butler on the communicator.

He knew what Alfred was thinking, and he also knew what the other party's sigh was for, for his growing desire to control.

But he never felt it was wrong, this is Gotham.

"Something must have happened." The Dark Knight said firmly, "Even if it wasn't Gotham—" His steps stopped slightly, as if he had thought of something, "Alfred, check what happened in Metropolis."

After a while, he got the answer he wanted.

The Superman of the Metropolis confronted his enemy again this evening. After the fierce battle, the "God on Earth" was photographed flying away from there in a poor state.About 5 minutes later, someone heard an explosion from the sky.

...but nothing fell, and no one knows what happened.

Even mobilizing satellites—

Batman's expression became more serious.Although it seemed at first glance that this incident had nothing to do with the torrential rain in Gotham today, the vigilance against danger and the unknown that he had cultivated over the years gave him an inexplicable premonition.

But in any case, the truth cannot be presented on its own initiative.

He wrote this in his memo, Gotham's storm continued, trying to vent its anger, while Batman remained silent, continuing tonight's night watch.

"Boom—"

The thunder resounded, and the ground under his feet seemed to tremble. A street lamp standing on the side of the road made a "stab" and flickered like a silent eye.A woman with an umbrella wrapped tightly in a bulging coat, quickened her pace to avoid the treacherous yellow eyes, and skillfully got into a dark and dirty alley.

There are thousands of such alleys in Gotham City. They are the dream of the poor and the birthplace of crime.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.As long as she walks through this familiar alley, she can see the familiar warm light——

She quickened her pace, her high-heeled shoes slammed into the flowing rainwater on the ground, splashing black raindrops, which wetted her skirt, the rainwater gathered, like the silent vortex of the sea in the middle of the night, thick as if a city had condensed of evil.

...just go through this alley.

Like an ominous omen, a bolt of lightning illuminated the dark alleyway.

...and illuminate the faces of the malicious.

In Gotham, you never know what's going to happen next second.The woman didn't scream, she pressed her chest, and the life-saving thing lay there safely, she calmed down: "...what do you want? Money?"

The burly man sneered, and his greedy eyes fell on her face: "You have no money, Martina."

"……you know me."

"Oh, of course," said the man, "we see each other every night... Of course, at the nightclub where you work... Oh, my Martina, you don't know how much I love you—" He walked up Come on, there's a dirty splash with every step.

Then he confronted a gun.

"Don't come here," said the woman, very calmly. "You don't want to taste this."

"...Martina, you dare not shoot." The man's face was a little ugly, "I know you, you are just a weak woman—"

"I'm sorry," Martina interrupted him, looking almost grim, "but first of all, I'm a Gotham person." She clicked the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of the bullet being fired was covered by the overwhelming rain, piercing through the body, but it didn't hit the bull's-eye as Martina imagined—the man dodged, his nerves were stimulated by the pain, and he pounced on him like a raging predator. she.

She shoots fast, but the man's speed is even faster!No - he's not normal!is a variant—

Before that thought landed, she already felt the pain in her back.The filthy rain burst in her sight, and she lay in the black swamp, as if to rot with Gotham.

The man's slap fell heavily on her face, she screamed and struggled, with deep hatred and unwillingness——

The coat on her chest was torn off, and the tightly wrapped potion rolled into the sewage, like her unrewriteable fate—the fate of Gotham people.

...anyone!Anyone!Her angry roar, Batman? ! GCPD? !Superman!Whoever—save her—save her child—

"I love you crazily!" The man gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, and strangled her neck, "You bitch! Cousin! You just ignore me—you scream! You scream! ? Why don't you-"

He is like a cassette tape, the last syllable stays there forever.

There was still that anger on his face, almost ridiculous anger.

He fell.The blood flowed into the sewage and was drawn into the city's sewers, like a secret that no one knew.

Martina trembled, she hadn't fully realized what happened, she just trembled.Fortunately, she is a Gotham person after all, so she pushed the man away, tried her best to endure the collapse and sat up, standing in front of her was a black shadow, and a gloomy blue light flashed away.

Lightning illuminated the alley, illuminating a crime... no, maybe two crimes.

Three people, two crimes.

Martina saw her savior clearly.

A ragged, black-haired girl stared at her blankly.The girl's face was pale, as if she had been stabbed with a knife, the faint blue color was faintly visible, and finally powerless to dissipate.

In her hand, she held a rusty iron piece that she picked up from nowhere, stained with blood.

Martina looked at her blankly, she wanted to say thank you, but the fear just now made her speechless.The girl didn't wait for her to recover, she tilted her body and fell down.

She froze for a moment, stood up quickly and wanted to help, but staggered, then seemed to remember something, shuddered, and she rushed to the pistol that had been dropped in the confrontation just now, as if holding her own life , aimed at the man's head, and fired a few more shots until all the bullets were used up.

Martina finally regained her composure. She stumbled and picked up the potion that almost cost her her life, and then pulled up the strange little girl who seemed to have fallen from the sky. The umbrella, just this Gotham with lightning and thunder, walked in the direction of home.

—no big deal, she told herself, this is Gotham.

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

Batman turned his head sharply, searching for any suspicious things with his all-seeing eyes.

"What's the matter, master?"

Alfred asked.

He's still watching—

But Gotham was right under his feet, looking so harmless and tame in this sudden and stormy night.

Then he turned his head at last, and replied in that gloomy hoarse voice:

"—No, it's fine."