Miss Gwen's Gotham Vacation

A world without superheroes

There’s something not quite right about the style of this city!

Gwen caught a little cat on the roof of the building...a child who called herself Little Meow. The two of them squatted on the roof of the building and watched the police wrap a blanket on Master Bruce.

Then put Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne and the robber into body bags.

The robber died just now.

"You also saw it, right? I just tied him up and let him lie there. After a while, he died on his own, and the police actually want me?"

"Hmm, welcome to Gotham, the police here are like this."

Xiao Miao is not surprised by this.

"It doesn't matter, this isn't the first time I've taken the blame anyway." Gwen spread her hands, she was rich in experience.

"Don't you have any superheroes here?"

"What is a superhero?"

"Well... they are those masked people who are full of food and have nothing to do, helping the police fight crime, just like me."

"I've never heard of it. Have you read too many comics?"

"Aren't there any aliens flying around in cloaks?"

"No!"

"There are no descendants of gods who pop out from myths and legends?"

"No!"

"Are there no particularly wealthy and righteous wealthy people?"

"I don't know whether he is just or unjust. If he is rich, the young master you just saved should be the richest second generation in Gotham."

"Ha, that's too bad...I mean great, it's much better here than I thought."

Xiaomiao looked at Gwen with a look that looked at a retarded person, curled her lips and said, "Isn't this your first time in Gotham?"

"Yes, I am now a three-nothing employee." Gwen sighed: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Xiao Miao wondered: "Do I look like a nun who can provide you with bath water and hot bed?"

"Actually, I think you look a lot like a good friend of mine."

Gwen said frankly: "Her nickname is Black Cat, she is a thief...she claims to be an art connoisseur. Except for the occasional tantrums, most of the time she is a very loyal sister."

"From your tone, it sounds like your relationship is not that strong."

"Yes, I mean before she seduced my boyfriend."

"Well...I still have milk here. Do you want to tell a story?"

"No, thank you."

Gwen's attention has been focused on the rookie policeman.

James Gordon, judging from his appearance, behavior and lines, looks like a protagonist.

Ordinary people, without superpowers, maybe served as soldiers, have very upright personalities, and easily offend others.

He must have a beautiful girlfriend or wife, and then he will get divorced or die soon.

The screenwriter likes this, and so does the audience.

Of course this is not important.

Gwen knew that she first had to solve the problems of underprivileged households and food and clothing in this unfamiliar place.

"You can climb walls while wearing a hood, why don't you steal money?"

After drinking the milk, Xiao Miao enthusiastically suggested: "Actually, I know a few good places, but they are heavily guarded. How about we cooperate and split it 50-50?"

"I don't steal money, I'm a superhero who upholds justice!" Gwen refused decisively, and then asked: "Of course I'm not discriminating against thieves, I'm just curious, why don't you go to work instead of squatting here with me and watching? lively?"

Xiaomiao was silent for a moment and whispered: "That couple are good people."

"I can see that."

"No, you don't understand." Xiao Miao said: "The Waynes have done a lot of charity. They have sponsored orphanages and monasteries, distributed food to homeless people... and many, many more things."

"Hmm, so what?"

Xiao Miao looked at the police car going away and was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "So this winter may be difficult."

Gwen was convinced. She didn't even bring a change of clothes, and now she felt a little cold.

The young master downstairs looks young and rich... No, he needs someone to comfort him.

Spider silk ejects! Free fall!

As soon as I got in the car and drove out, I heard a muffled "thunk" sound coming from the roof of the car. The old housekeeper stepped on the brake and saw an unknown white object rolling out the front window.

"Master Bruce, be careful!"

"No, Alfred! She saved me!"

Gwen climbed up from the front of the car with difficulty, looked at the nervous old butler and the g*n in his hand, and couldn't help complaining: "To be honest, I was thinking just now, you guys didn't come out to watch a movie If you drive your own car without a bodyguard, do you have full confidence in the security of the city or are you actually living in poverty but pretending to be rich?"

The young master’s expression was very wonderful.

The old housekeeper put away his g*n and put his hands behind his back and said very politely: "This... Miss White, although Master Bruce said you saved him, please forgive me for not knowing what happened in the process, but the police seem to think you killed him. Killed the robber."

The young master said loudly: "Alfred, she has been with me just now, with me!"

"Thank you for remembering this, Master Bruce." Gwen held the front of the car and said, "You know I'm in a little trouble right now, um... To put it bluntly, it's because of some technical reasons that I don't really want to deal with the police. Yes. Can’t you please take me in for a night temporarily because I saved you?”

The old butler seemed hesitant, but the young master decisively opened the car door and said, "Get in the car!"

This is what boys of this age are like.

It was indeed warmer inside the car than outside, and there was even air conditioning and heating. Gwen felt that she was getting better.

The old housekeeper looked at Gwen through the rearview mirror while driving, and asked in a deep voice: "Miss White, how should I call you?"

"Ghost Spider!"

"That's a nice nickname, but I'm talking about the name."

"Tell me first have you heard of Spider-Man?"

"What is that? A comic character?"

"Ah, great, it doesn't matter. Just call me Gwen."

As long as she's not in the Spider Universe, Gwen doesn't have to worry about being killed in the plot, and she doesn't need to remain anonymous. No one knows who she is anyway.

"Okay, Miss Gwen."

The old housekeeper coughed, and then said seriously: "Although it may be rude to ask this, but... where is your family? Aren't they worried about you?"

This little white guy doesn't look much older than Master Bruce. You can tell from her size and voice that she is also a child.

Gwen shrugged: "There's no point in worrying, we're separated by who knows how many universes."

Old housekeeper: "..."

What should we talk about today? P(!)easesayEng(!)ish

Gwen was helpless. Looking at this era, it should be difficult for people here to understand the concept of time travel. You have to tell the truth, people will definitely think you are mentally ill.

"Well, I'm a rebellious girl who ran away from home."