The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

If you think about it carefully, Fiona didn't do anything, and she didn't have time to do anything. It wasn't her handwriting that nailed the clown to the ground. The silver knife amulet played a very slight role in promoting it.

But the dangerous building is about to fall, the building is about to fall, the cliff is about to fall, and the last straw that crushes the camel's camel, isn't it all the same reason?In a critical moment, what is missing is the hand that gently pushes and pulls.If too much good has been done, now is the time to be rescued from danger; if too many heinous things have been done, now is the time to retaliate.

When the chandelier fell, it was very powerful, even if the end of the chandelier brushed Fiona's face from a distance, the air that was stirred up so much that it could almost turn into a wind blade could draw a line on her face. Here come the red marks.

But at the moment Fiona had absolutely no time to care about her own face.With trembling hands, she crawled to the girl lying in the distance, and stretched out her hand under her chest and nose, only to find that this person had been dead for a long time, without any heartbeat or warmth.

Fiona is the only one who is 100% alive in this dilapidated theater right now.The clown was nailed to the ground by the chandelier, and his life and death were unknown; Ms. Green's adopted daughter had been dead for a long time, as if the still-moving corpse that pushed the clown under the chandelier just now was an illusion of hers.In this long-abandoned theater where the luxury and grandeur of that year could only be vaguely recognized, she hurriedly got up and looked around, but she could no longer feel the existence of the third and fourth people.

Dawn is about to break, and a shining morning star has already hung in the deep blue sky.A little morning light shone through the broken stained glass window, illuminating the situation in the room more clearly.The young psychic was silent for a long time amidst the blood all over the floor, and then silently shed two lines of tears the moment Batman broke through the window.

On the way to the hospital, she keeps an uncomfortable silence that almost makes Bruce wonder if she has PTSD.After thinking about it, he realized that he really didn't know what to say at this moment, so he reached out and patted Fiona's back, which was already the greatest degree of tenderness he could show under the identity of Batman.

Dick had pantothenic acid water in his stomach: People are treated differently. B has not comforted us so much for so many years. Is this a transition?

But a few minutes later, Bruce showed with practical actions that he was still the dictator/dictator who was inhumane and itchy in some respects, and the degree of tyrant was as good as Damian's.Fiona has completed the admission procedures and is lying on the hospital bed to recover from her injuries. He still wants to visit her, not even to visit her, but just to ask her:

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

Fiona was already resting her eyes with her eyes closed, she just raised her eyes slightly when she heard this sentence, and said softly: "Sir, my ability is very meager, do you think I have this ability?"

Batman fell silent on the spot when she asked her such a question. After all, Fiona's strength is really too subtle, fluctuating up and down, strong and weak.If he said that she had nothing to do with this matter, he would believe it; but if he said that she was innocent and had nothing to do with the clown's death, then it would be a lie, right? !

"Furthermore..." Fiona smiled softly, but there was a rather cool chill in her gentle voice:

"If I had this ability, he would still be alive to this day? I must have made him pay for it with blood!"

Batman just wanted to persuade her not to be so radical, but after thinking about it, she was not from Bat's own family, and she had just been frightened. As a victim of the clown's kidnapping incident, it was normal for her to say harsh words at this moment, so she didn't say much. What, he nodded slightly to say goodbye and jumped out of the window.

——What he didn't know was that Fiona always kept her word.

Although Fiona was not injured, she felt heavy in the neck where she was hit before, and there was a faint pain in her temple.After a professional doctor's examination, she was diagnosed with a mild concussion and needed to be hospitalized for observation for a day.She lay groggy on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

She had never told anyone that on the night when she had a fever and passed out, she not only saw her mother, but also vaguely saw another group of people, and at this moment, this group was completely different from all the types of people she had seen before. Once again the different guys appeared in her dreams with unbelievable clarity.

Almost all of these people are women.They were wearing black dresses that were different from Fiona's mother's robes, and were obviously more modern and stylish. Holding torches, they formed a circle in silence, surrounded by some kind of subtle aura with her mother. With a similar temperament, the person surrounded in the middle raised the cloudy eyes that had been staring at the crystal ball just now, and promised her mother:

"...Someone will protect her, Fidelis, don't worry."

"How could I not be worried." This was the first time Fiona heard her mother say such a long sentence, and she also learned her name, Fidelis. At this moment, she was still wearing the snow-white dress. The long robe and the unmelted snowflakes on the eyelashes are enough to tell how cold it is here:

"Which mother in the world is not making plans for her children that are doomed to fail and overly long-term? I went to fight against the Dark Lord this time. I am afraid that I will die and never come back. I am not afraid Damn, what a pity my Fiona...she's still so young."

This powerful witch who finally occupied a corner in the peace history books of later generations of wizards and was able to leave her name in the meat grinder of war has completely abandoned the halo and title imposed on her by external forces at this moment.Just an ordinary mother, she choked up and said the only thing she was worried about: "She is still so young, how can I rest assured?"

"Don't worry, Fidelis, someone will protect her." The old woman holding the crystal ball repeated, firmly repeating the future she just saw in the crystal ball: "This person will protect her." Rescuing her at the juncture of life and death, teaching her in daily life, will become her guide on the road of life, and will bring her knowledge and light."

"So, go at ease, Fidelis! Don't be afraid, just go forward, and we will always be behind you and go with you!"

——If Fiona's knowledge is more extensive, if the wizarding world doesn't try so hard to block their own news, Fiona should be able to recognize at this moment that the people standing silently holding torches in this circle are all from the Mysterious Society The special group of members of the "Golden Dawn".

This is a long-established organization based on a manuscript called CibpherManuscripts.The purpose of Golden Dawn's association at the beginning was only to study tarot cards, but as the times changed, more and more psychics began to regard this place as one of the "base camps of mysticism", and even joined the Golden Dawn Dawn is proud.

In the years since Golden Dawn was established, it has experienced decline and prosperity, but the most serious destruction of mysticism occurred in the war not long after Golden Dawn formed:

World War I.

No matter which world was affected during the First World War, the Golden Dawn received an olive branch from visionary psychics and pro-Muggle wizards not long after its founding:

We are all people with some degree of "supernatural power", why can't we stick together and use this power to prevent war?Why can't we do our part for the future peace of the world, why do we have to hide under the protective cover and survive?

This is the only cross-border cooperation in the history of occultism, the history of wizards, and the official history that cannot be known by ordinary people.During the First World War, the Golden Dawn accepted the first and only batch of people with dual identities of "psychic" and "wizard" in history, and the former Durmstrang graduate Fidel After many years, when she wanted to stop the first generation of Dark Lord and was worried that her death would not be properly handled, her first reaction was to ask the members of the special organization of Golden Dawn for help.

Fiona opened her eyes suddenly, and she stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling that something was wrong:

During these years in the Assassin's League, can she really be considered "teaching"?Talia has ignored her for so many years, can she really be regarded as her "mentor on the road of life" and can "bring her knowledge and light"?Not to mention that at the moment of life and death just now, what saved her was not the power of the Assassin Alliance at all, but the result of the fulfillment of the curse.

The young and promising "Themis" with amazing talent and accurate intuition that would piss off most of the fellow psychics, began to doubt his future path for the first time in his life: Is psychics really credible?

She was still in the hospital thinking about "where to go in the future" and "whether this road can go on" and so on. On the other side, Zatanna, who went out to investigate the past, finally returned to the Dark Justice League.Her teammates swarmed up to ask her if she had found anything, and she nodded worriedly, and then she smiled reluctantly at the teammates around her who pricked up their ears and wanted to share information:

"I found something very important."

"But everyone, I'm sorry, this matter is of great importance. In order to protect the parties involved, I can't speak out until the critical moment."

In the evening of the next day, after Fiona received a re-examination and confirmed that she was in good health and could eat three bowls of rice in a row, she happily went back to her flower shop. After all, she still has a cat. Hey, but as soon as he walked to the door of the flower shop, he was startled by two people confronting each other with their arms folded:

These two people are her Sanhua——no, it’s the 1.8-meter-tall gentleman who has no name and doesn’t eat Miaoxianbao and runs away on a motorcycle, and her big orange——no, it’s Batman!

It's just that the atmosphere between them is very stiff right now, and there is a sign that a fight will start if there is a disagreement.If Fiona hadn't buried the rune in the threshold, the confrontation between the two would have been enough for the citizens who are not afraid of death to watch.

Fiona thought for a while, and felt that since they were still standing in front of her flower shop, as the owner of the flower shop, she had the important task of adjusting the atmosphere, so she walked over and cleared her throat softly to persuade:

"Okay, friends, everyone has turned into a cat. Harmony makes money and anger makes money. Is there anything that can't be resolved by sitting down and having a good talk?"

Bruce and Jason looked at each other, and reached a rare agreement. Maybe the memory of peace and friendship when they were orange cats and Sanhua played a role: ... This reason for persuading a fight is so nonsensical, but it is still inexplicable. There is no fire.

Fiona fished out the key from the door frame familiarly and asked the two to go in. They all refused. Batman seemed to have something to say to her, but he couldn't speak. Jason sneered: "Say it , You say, I'll just stand here and listen."

Under the urging of Jason's silent sarcasm and Fiona's curious gaze, Bruce found it more difficult for him to tell the news for a while, but the news would have to be told sooner or later, and the long-term pain was worse than the short-term pain. He didn't dare to look at Fiona's expression, and said in a low voice:

"The clown is not dead."

"Themis, you can't stay in Gotham."

The author has something to say: ——If you have something to say, say it well, everyone is a cat.

I'm about to break camp and go to New York~ New York is a good place, with outstanding people, and it's easier to make money than in Gotham [rubbing hands excitedly]

The clown will not be able to go online for a while, his Dionysian factor is not working right now, he is half disabled, he can't take care of himself when he eats, drinks, and scatter, it can be said that hin is miserable_(:з」∠)_As for the specific reason, Zatanna will be responsible for shaking this burden in the future!