The night was inky, pressing heavily over Gotham City.
The headlights of a luxurious sedan tore through the darkness, slowly entering the gates of Wayne Manor.
As soon as the car stopped, Gwendolyn gently pushed open the car door and turned to Brucey in the back seat, saying, "Go back and rest, you have school tomorrow."
Brucey nodded, opening the door with a touch of weariness.
Alfred stepped forward, pulling the clearly fatigued Brucey out of the car.
Just as he was about to pull out the other young lady of the house, Alfred paused.
Because he saw Gwendolyn had gotten back into the car.
Looking at the already dark sky, Alfred frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong, Miss? Are you going out again so late?"
Gwendolyn looked up at the old butler who had been with her for many years, nodded gently, and said, "Something came up, I have to go out."
Alfred's eyes were full of worry; he hesitated for a moment but still cautioned, "Be careful on the road."
He knew that once Gwendolyn made a decision, she wouldn't easily change it, so he could only silently pray for her safe return.
Of course, the most important thing was that his mysterious eldest young lady was not human.
Although she didn't usually show it, Alfred knew that this eldest young lady had already learned most of his fighting skills.
The car started again, heading towards the city.
The halo of neon lights cast mottled shadows on Gwendolyn's face through the car window.
When the vehicle drove into the bustling downtown area, she lightly tapped the car window: "Stop here."
The driver said nothing more, pulling the car steadily to the side of the road. Gwendolyn pushed open the car door, and the damp night wind, carrying a unique scent of decay characteristic of Gotham, rushed over her.
Gwendolyn stepped out of the car, her figure appearing somewhat slender on the neon-lit street.
She didn't ask the driver to wait for her; the taillights of the sedan behind her gradually disappeared into the traffic.
There were few pedestrians on the street; the babbling of a drunkard and the distant wail of a police siren echoed between the buildings.
Hmm, only the occasional police siren in our ears lets us know that we are in Gotham.
After an unknown period of walking and turning right past a few blocks, Gwendolyn arrived at the entrance of this familiar yet unfamiliar alley.
"Crime Alley, I didn't expect to turn up here," Gwendolyn murmured softly, then turned and walked in.
This alley wasn't very long; after walking a short distance, she reached the only lit spot in the entire alley.
Of course, this was also where the Wayne Couple were shot.
However, when Gwendolyn actually got closer, she couldn't help but be taken aback.
Under the dim yellow glow, layers of flowers covered the ground,
A blanket of pure White lay on the ground, somewhat dazzling to the eyes.
Among these flower arrangements, there would occasionally be a letter.
Gwendolyn picked up one; on the back of the envelope, in elegant handwriting, was written "To Ms. Martha Wayne."
Unfolding the letter, neat handwriting jumped into view. It was a girl's confession, telling how Martha had extended a helping hand during her most difficult time, providing financial assistance for her to complete her education.
Gwendolyn continued to look through other letters, finding some that conveyed the gratitude of researchers who had completed their studies with Thomas's funding, and others that recorded ordinary citizens' respect for the Wayne Couple's good deeds.
These letters and flowers were scattered by the crosswind. Although the Wayne Couple had not truly passed away, as a daughter, Gwendolyn carefully began to tidy up the flowers.
She straightened the crooked flowers, put the scattered letters back, and step by step rearranged the somewhat messy flower arrangements on the ground.
Just as Gwendolyn was concentrating on tidying, a sudden chill ran down the back of her neck, as if a pair of cold eyes were fixed on her back.
Her hairs instantly stood on end, and her body instinctively lunged forward and to the side.
"Pfft!" With a muffled thud, the sound of a blade cutting through the air grazed her hair and plunged into the ground where she had just been, scattering gravel.
Gwendolyn rolled to her feet, her heart pounding violently in her chest.
In the shadow of the streetlights, a dark figure emerged like a ghost. The person held a long blade, which gleamed with a chilling, cold light in the dimness.
And the opponent's eyes... shone with a cold light like a nocturnal owl.
Before Gwendolyn could react, the Shadow attacked again, her footsteps light but carrying a fierce killing intent, the long blade aimed directly at her throat.
Gwendolyn dodged to the side, her back hitting the wall hard, the pain instantly clearing her mind.
She quickly retreated, her gaze sweeping around, searching for an escape route.
The Shadow pressed closer, each swing of the blade accompanied by a sharp, cutting sound.
At the critical moment, Gwendolyn raised her wrist.
Gwendolyn had originally been prepared to take the blow head-on, but she forgot that it was her left wrist she had raised.
And on Gwendolyn's left wrist, there was a level 20 technological product.
The opponent's blade struck squarely on the strap of the Omnitrix.
There was an effect when it was cut; the dial of the little broken watch popped open.
It was truly amusing.
Was there any damage to it? No.
However, since the dial popped open... it seemed inappropriate not to give the opponent a surprise.
Gwendolyn didn't even look at what was on the dial; she simply slapped it with her right hand.
Normally, she would carefully control her strength, but since she couldn't clearly see what was on the dial anyway, she decided to just slap it hard to activate random mode.
Gwendolyn firmly believed that the little broken watch would provide the most suitable transformation in this situation.
Belief needs no reason!
After she slapped it, a flash of purple light appeared. The assassin on the other side, after avoiding the light and looking again, was somewhat bewildered.
A majestic figure slowly emerged; it was a body composed of hard, pale green crystals. The crystal surface reflected a faint glow, making one squint their eyes.
Two crystal spikes on her back pointed straight up to the sky, gleaming with a cold luster under the dim streetlights, and the sharp protrusions on her head added a touch of intimidation.
Surprisingly, this silicon-based life form, composed of crystals, possessed distinct female physical characteristics; the curvy lines formed a peculiar contrast with the hard crystals.
She wore a black and White suit-style outfit; the well-tailored suit accentuated her tall and upright posture, and on the left chest pocket of the suit, a circular White hourglass pattern stood out remarkably.
If the assassin on the other side, or rather, Talon, had been clear-headed at that moment, he probably would have thought of turning around and running immediately.
Kill? Kill nm! These pathetic throwing knives and long blade in his hand would be lucky to even scratch her!
The opponent was covered in crystals that looked half-dead hard, those crystals were like... like... "Diamond War God!"
The silicon-based creature let out a long howl, announcing the arrival of its first battle.
Of course, Talon wanted to run now.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but his programming was set to kill Gwendolyn Wayne.
But Gwendolyn Wayne was gone, so in his logical thinking, he should now return and report.
But could Gwendolyn let him run?
Talon leaped, intending to jump onto the external staircase nearby to escape.
However, below, a heavy machine gun was waiting for him.