Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

[The folk customs are simple and honest in Gotham City, Arkham is full of talents. 】

This sentence seems to be tailor-made for Gotham.

If you want to add another slogan, it can be:

[Gotham - a place where you can't leave once you come. 】

Gotham, Gotham City, gothamcity... This city with a well-developed rail transit system has a famous landmark building - Arkham Asylum; it also has a large number of employment possibilities - drugs, guns, walking ·Private...The industrial chain provides one-stop service, which is extremely mature; it also has a comfortable and harmonious lifestyle-the cute police and the cute gangsters protect the people together.

Every grain of dust and every breath of it is full of fantasy-like beauty.

ah!Gotham!

— This is a criminal's paradise.

ah!Gotham!

——This is the city where evil breeds.

ah!Gotham!

This magical city is full of villains, and the city police department has a high number of wanted orders. As for the wanted objects, there is a more famous one - "Dark Knight" Batman.

If you see a robbery on the road, and passers-by are used to turning a blind eye - please don't be surprised, this is the normal style of Gotham painting.

Like now.

……

"Boom!"

The night shrouded Gotham, the lights were brightly lit, and in a not-so-gloomy alley, blood was mixed with milky white brains, and the robbers who came out of the alley with a briefcase in their arms ran freely, without even hiding their faces.

The passer-by who was walking outside gave way obediently, so as not to block his way of escape.

Who cares about the life and death of a robbed person who is doomed to die?

The middle-aged man who was forgotten by everyone in the alley was twitching under the light. He was not dead yet. The dim yellow light shone on his widened bloodshot eyeballs, and his claw-like cramped hands were bulging with blue veins.

An old scrap of newspaper was pinched in his palm—the yellowed page, soaked in sweat, showed an old line of news, dated exactly 20 years ago——December 1991, 12, "Gotham Shocked" Unidentified flying objects have been discovered, and the initiator of the huge explosion is hard to find".

……

"Sh hit!"

After looking at the opened briefcase for the first time, the robber couldn't help but reach out and rummage through it.

Paper, paper, paper!

Not worth it, not worth it, not worth it!

He tore off the mask, and his young face was full of exasperation.

"It's a waste of time, this poor man, you are so fucking tight, wasting a bullet of mine."

He wiped his face, but he still didn't give up. He pulled out the papers inside and took a closer look. Maybe it was an unpublished scientific research work of some scientific research company?It can also be used to extort some money.

"...I [beep——] fuck, the old newspaper from 20 years ago is still stuffed in it! God damn [beep——] [beep——]!"

After finishing speaking, I realized that there was something wrong with the light in this hiding place.

The young robber looked forward subconsciously. Originally, there was only his own slender shadow in front of him, but now, although the shadow was also elongated, it had an unusual width—a man with a strong and handsome body. .

There are two cute cat ears standing on the top of the shadow - so familiar and terrifying.

The pitch-black Batmobile was waiting for its owner in the open space not far outside.

— Batman.

Gotham's most wanted criminal, guardian, night knight...and, owner.

"What are you doing."

His voice was hoarse and vague as if he was holding something, and he couldn't distinguish the original tone at all, but this was one of the characteristics of Batman.

The young man froze in place for a moment, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm watching..."

"Boom! Boom boom!"

Cold sweat was thrown out following his sudden turn, and the gunpowder was ejected from the gun, one, two, three, "click, click"...

The gun was empty.

After turning around, all I saw was an empty street and a lonely Batmobile.

After the severe pain in the back of the neck, the world was spinning.

……

Wayne Manor, inside the Batcave.

"Master Bruce, you haven't rested for 32 hours in a row." The gray-haired old butler Alfred walked in wearing a gentleman's three-piece suit, holding hot tea and cookies, "You know, your poor half body is buried in the ground. Your old housekeeper is always worrying about your sleep."

His young master is good everywhere, except that he never cares about his body.

"...Ah Fu." Bruce Wayne, who took off his bat gear, looked handsome and tired, "Come and see this."

Old newspapers were displayed on the projection screen in front of him.

"I remember this, master." Alfred put the cookies and hot tea in front of Bruce, watching him rubbing his eyebrows, his face showing the strict restraint after the mask of Gotham's famous playboy faded away.

The old butler took a closer look at the old newspapers, and affirmed: "This incident 20 years ago caused a certain sensation, but soon not even a single media mentioned it, and all newspapers and magazines with relevant reports were recycled and destroyed. "

"Someone, or some organization covered up all of this..."

The old butler silently pushed the tea in his direction.

Bruce didn't answer, and there was no mask to cover him. His voice returned to its usual magnetism, but he seemed to be suppressing the pain: "It's so similar, it's too similar to what happened back then."

"...My young master." The old housekeeper seemed to bend his back a little, "The matter of the master and madam was an accident, you really don't have to blame yourself so much, I believe their spirits in heaven don't want to see you not cherishing yourself of."

Bruce Wayne didn't answer.

He stared at the reports over and over again, and said, "We can always find more comprehensive video materials."

Alfred did not persuade him this time, but only calmly agreed: "Of course, Master Bruce."

……

The shaky video content couldn't cover up the crazy tremors of the giant fighter plane.

The extremely high speed rolled up the flat ground into crazy wind and waves, and the sand and dust mixed with rocks flew up, blurring the picture.

In the first half of the fighter plane, Bruce keenly found a... person who should not have appeared in Gotham.

That's Superman in Metropolis.

Superman's fame came to him in recent years. Who would have thought that he could single-handedly block fighters 20 years ago?

Judging by that Kryptonian's not low-key behavior, why did he remain silent in the years between this incident and his appearance in the public eye?

This is a suspicious point, and Batman subconsciously recorded it in his mind.

The sound of the video is very noisy, and it is pieced together from monitors with different viewing angles, and many contents are blurred into one piece.

The big guy with a strange shape and a look that is not an ordinary fighter finally crashed into the land like crazy to die.

The roaring explosion and bursting flames engulfed the entire screen.

Flying flames, flying flesh, flying wreckage...

"Stop."

The horrific explosion was suspended on the holographic projection.

Alfred controls the high-tech analyzer in the Batcave: "What's the matter, master?"

"Replay, at 6 minutes and 13 seconds... yes, zoom in."

The disintegrated huge hull, along the original broken part, split into many sections.

"That pattern..."

The man's blue eyes with a hint of green reflected a solid black octopus shape.

……

"Also, where did this part of the body go?"

The fingers with sharp knuckles touched a wreckage.

There were burnt wires out there.

and empty pipes.