[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

"You did a great job, Flame."

Behind a certain mutant in front, a huge steel-made wing fluttered and raised upwards, revealing the masked face in a white coat.

"—Although you have no idea what contribution you have made to this great plan."

Alger's expression was sarcasm at first, full of the meaning of "who is making a blind comparison here".

However, when he saw who was coming, he put away the sarcasm a little bit, and frowned: "Who the hell are you..."

This white coat with a cold voice has short gray hair combed back, a gentle and thin face, and a pair of slightly melancholy blue eyes.

Such a face doesn't match his hissing voice at all, and it's full of discord.

In fact, he used to have a different voice.

"... Doctor Eric?"

The sound of smoke, tinged with shock, came from beside him.

Nightingale finally turned her head to look over. Although she couldn't see the man's expression clearly through the bat mask, she could still see the vibration in Batman's heart from his clenched fist.

The white coat called "Mr. Eric" curled his lips and did not deny it.

Batman stood stiffly on the spot, fell silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "...I thought you should be on duty in Arkham right now."

Dr. Eric, a psychotherapist at Arkham Mental Hospital, is a dedicated doctor who has been dedicated to Arkham for more than ten years.

His dealings with Batman definitely lasted more than a few years.

Like Director Gordon, he is a rare "comrade-in-arms" for the Dark Knight who can deliver a certain amount of trust.

It is conceivable that the doctor appeared under the protection circle of many mutants at this time and said such words, what kind of impact it would bring to Batman.

But this knight, who has experienced the ups and downs of Gotham for more than ten years, adjusted his state in just a few breaths.

He just became more gloomy and dangerous, like a sharp knife soaked in filth but always ready to unsheath a fatal blow.

The tallest female mutant next to Dr. Eric let out an impatient roar, and the caustic venom dripped down her sharp canine teeth, kicking off the confrontation.

……

It's hard to say which side made the move first.

There were quite a few mutants surrounding the "Giant Egg", and the moment the dazzling abilities erupted at the same time, the entire underground base trembled.

The wall material of the base seems to absorb energy impact to a great extent, and the thickness is difficult to see, but it can be inferred from the diameter of the surrounding load-bearing columns that the wall is definitely not much thinner.

Under such circumstances, the fluctuations of the large-scale underground riots are still transmitted along the walls, rock layers, air layers... to the ground of Gotham.

The citizens of Gotham who were on the way to escape were panicked by another wave of earthquakes.

Just in this situation, a golden-red lightning flashed across half of Gotham like a Bludger before anyone could react.

"Big Blue, Big Blue, I'll be spicy—!"

The golden red Bludger ran towards Superman following the map guide, while grabbing the steering wheel of the car that almost collided, the child who got lost, the old lady who was slow... while eating hot dogs from the roadside stall Eat and drop some change.

"You're overrunning, little flash!" The Green Lantern in the watchtower was busy pulling the map for navigation, angrily.

The Flash who ran six more blocks and almost rushed into Miller Bay slammed on the brakes, rewinded, and babbled endlessly: "Ah, ah, a genius! Star City's good neighbor, the Flash, is at your service... oh no , I just saw another good neighbor, why is Spider-Man yelling in Gotham?"

On a certain boulevard in the urban area, the Spider-man "biu—" erected the spider sensor to help deal with those robbers and thieves who were messing around with spider silk.

It felt like someone was calling his name, but he didn't see qwq, and the spider sensor beeped endlessly tonight as if it was broken.

I really want to go to Mr. Stark's side, but the criminals everywhere grab the back of my fate.

Unbeknownst to Peter, his constant spider alarms were not coming from the criminals, but from the soles of his feet—what was going on underground was unknown to him at the moment.

The Forgotten Spider-Man is still busy tonight.

……

"boom--!"

Flames billowed in with thick black smoke, carrying a sulfur-like smell.

The soaring flames came from a small and inconspicuous young man in the opposite mutant crowd. He cooperated tacitly with another ordinary-looking mutant girl. The latter condensed a small hurricane with his bare hands, spawning and guiding more flames.

The mutant who had previously blocked Dr. Eric with his huge wings was tall, and his steel wings had the ability to fly. The whole person looked a bit like the "angel" in the X-Men, Warren Kenneth Worthing Dayton III.

-Warren once had a past enhanced by Apocalypse Recruitment, when his steel wings were able to shoot regenerative arrow feathers.

As for this "false angel", the steel feather seems to be a part of flesh and blood. His wings cannot be shot out, but they are more flexible, like countless delicate and sharp fingers, capable of close combat.

Just like at this moment, he was wrestling with the Red Hood, and countless steel wings attacked the Red Hood from all directions, whether it was parrying the double sticks or raising the wings to attack, it was fast and ruthless.

However, this time, Batman, who has always been the first to charge, did not take the lead in meeting the enemy.

As an ordinary person without any superpowers, facing countless mutants, he seemed a little out of place.

Bruce is very clear that the limits of ordinary human beings are likely to be vulnerable when facing people with special abilities-this is nothing to be ashamed to admit, the facts are the facts, and the facts are there.

When Gotham first had super-powered criminals, when Gotham started influx of mutants and became an alternative colony... He realized it a long time ago.

Even, because of this, when Batman learned that there was an intelligence organization called "Nighting" that provided jobs and remuneration for mutants, he turned a blind eye to it.

In the city of Gotham, pure justice cannot heal her.

What Batman pursues is balance, the darkness between black and white, and the blur at the junction of light and shadow.

The blazing flames originating from the abilities of the mutants were carried over by the hurricane, like roaring and ferocious flame giants, roaring to burn the overwhelmed human beings to ashes.

Bruce looked up at all of this, firelight dancing on his dark visor.

then.

He took out a purple crystal from his pocket, flicked his wrist lightly, and threw it in the air.

In an instant—

With the crystal as the core, the purple light licked and expanded to the surrounding air.

It is like some kind of insect, devouring the surrounding space, forcibly gnawing out a large piece of irregular space door.

A blast of extremely low-temperature air shot out from the space door, and the figure of Bobby the Iceman leaped down from midair, followed by a silver figure accompanied by music that others could not hear clearly, and then the timid little Blue Devil stretched out his hand Pulling the angel's wings and saying, "That man looks like you, Warren", making the overly handsome angel softly "hum"...

X-Men, here we come.

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