[Comprehensive British and American] Bat family's small bat dart

Night is the time for criminals.

The carnival has just begun, the dark and silent night is full of filth, the moon is faintly red with blood, and unknown carnivals are happening in the dark and closed winding alleys, the criminals laugh wildly, the victims cry, Crazies take to the stage in fancy costumes, and evil is brewing.This is the world of criminals, this is... Gotham.

"Whoosh-!"

The shadows passed by, and the moonlight faintly illuminated the sharp bat wing corners, which made people's eyes hurt. The pitch-black bat-shaped darts that seemed to be able to blend into the swamp-like darkness were more intimidating than the wooden warehouse in hand. The poor lady cornered...and her bag.

Tsk!Tremble, foolish criminals!

The Batarang felt good about himself, and cast a disgusted glance at a certain black-and-white masturbation lover who had thrown him out.

And throw it crooked on purpose!If she didn't want to cause trouble to some dark person, she really wanted to poke into the heads of those idiots to see what was in the heads of these relentless criminals!

Batarang dissatisfied!Batarang Protest! - Batman... can't hear tt

Yep, she's a bastard who's turned into a ghost, and Batman doesn't know anything yet.

"Batman!!"

A few fledgling thieves almost stumbled and ran away.

Fight Batman?

Brother, are you not alive enough?

"Thank you, thank you..." The lady also looked frightened. She looked up at the dark figure standing on the roof, her legs were weak and she refused to listen to her commands. God knows she was facing a robbery just now. She wasn't so scared when she committed the crime!

He knew that what he brought was never hope but fear and menace, just as he had hoped when he first put on this armor.

Batman just silently glanced at the lady who was terrified of him, and said nothing. The black shadow passed by and disappeared into the night.

Only one batarang stuck in the wall remained.

This is Batman's weapon!A great souvenir!The lady with slightly disheveled hair immediately ran to the place where the bat dart landed just now - the wall not far from her, thinking that she might get a windfall.

But there is nothing there.

Batcave, the Batmobile enters the warehouse quietly, the technology makes it almost noiseless, and the smooth body lines are enough to make any vehicle enthusiast scream, quietly follow the returned bat dart to lie on the big bat

The bat universal belt is placed in the buckle of the bat dart, and I am envious of the black painting that looks expensive and full of pride.

When will the big bat be able to upgrade her look?The current appearance is too low-key, I just want that kind of heroic effect!

Daydreaming, no, it's the bat dart dreaming at night. I don't know that her idea probably won't be achieved in this life)

"I'm glad I don't need to see the injured master today." The old butler let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Bruce, who had only a few more bumps on his body.He didn't want to have to tell everyone one day that Bruce Wayne died of "extreme sports."

"It's still the same sentence, I hope you can recognize your limit every time you fight criminals, Master Wayne."

He made a point of rereading "Master Wayne."

After all, Bruce is a body of flesh and blood, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a human being, and as a human being, he will have limits, and if he has limits, if he does not pay attention, he will be in danger of collapsing.

He wants to save Gotham, but his beloved city isn't going to save him when he's stuck in the swamp himself.

—no one will save him.

"Batman has no limits." The voice changer that he didn't take off in time made his voice low and hoarse, and he couldn't hear emotion or fatigue. This outfit was like a cage, wrapping Mr. Wayne tightly. Strictly.

What's even more frightening is that Bruce Wayne doesn't want to come out until every drop of blood on his body is drained, until his steel blue eyes no longer shine, until the mansion falls apart...

Ah Fu was not surprised by his answer, waiting for Bruce to change his armor, "And you have, sir."

With gauze swabs and medicine in hand, he stood by the chair and waited for Bruce.

"I hope that day will not come." Bruce couldn't give any guarantee, he put the armor back in the cabinet, and sat down on the chair obediently.

He and Ah Fu have already reached a tacit understanding of this set of procedures.

Ah Fu's hands kept moving, "What if that day really comes?"

Bruce "Then I'm afraid you're going to say 'I warned you' again."

Ah Fu paused for a moment, then continued to apply the medicine, this time the answer was a little slower, "No, when that day really comes, I will definitely not say anything..."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the huge bat cave. It was quiet, cold and empty, and even the air seemed depressing.

Bruce didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he should say. Afu was right, maybe death was what he gave himself.

Best ending ever set.

He was like standing on the edge of a cliff, only one step away from falling into the abyss.

He had to brace himself against the force of the wind that kept pushing him into the cliff, he had to tighten his nerves so that he could hold on to the rope at hand, and he had to be vigilant all the time to prevent the "gale" from blowing his face. mask blown off.

He's so tired, he has no choice.

Either die a hero, or live to see yourself transformed into a villain.

Ah Fu also changed the subject, no one wanted to discuss the question just now, "Master Jason has already fallen asleep, I still hope you can have a good talk."

This is the consequence of both father and son not being good at expressing feelings and not being good at communicating

——Once there is any conflict, none of them will give in. They will just stalemate and stalemate until the problem is deeply buried, and it is uncertain when they will jump out again and draw a crack between them.

"I know, given the chance." Bruce nodded, noticing a batart on the table next to him.It's normal for bat darts to appear on the table in the Batcave, right?Bruce thought he had put it there casually, only glanced at it and looked away without thinking much.

He couldn't possibly be on guard all the time even back in the Batcave.Saying goodbye to Ah Fu, dragging his heavy body back to the room, this set of procedures is always performed almost every day.

Mr. Wayne was thinking about tomorrow's schedule as "Bruce Wayne" during the day, while thinking that Gotham City seems to be a little too peaceful recently. He didn't notice anything unusual until he was halfway through changing clothes and suddenly found a black card on his bedside table. Painted bat darts.

No, it is not accurate to say that it is pitch black, because at this moment the whole bat dart is strangely black with pink in it.

Bruce didn't continue to change clothes, and his upper body with a perfect naked body, well-proportioned muscles and scars also slowly approached the head of his bed, looking around warily, trying to catch clues, but unfortunately everything was clean, as if it really It seems that it appeared here out of thin air.

And as he got closer, the bat dart became more and more pink, until he stood at the head of the bed and it had completely turned into a pink bat dart.

Also weirdly red.

A closer look reveals that it is still smoking.If you touch it now, you will find that it is a little hot.

Bruce "..."

Who did this?Who had the chance to touch a batarang and do it without him knowing?

Jason?No, not possible.

How many bat darts have been tampered with?Who can put it in his room without even Ah Fu noticing?How much does the other party know?

All kinds of conspiracies flashed through my mind quickly, and if I wrote them down, there would be as many as a small stack of A4 paper!In an instant, he became the dark knight guarding Gotham in the dark. Bruce was expressionless, but his body was adjusted to the best fighting condition.

He tried to reach out to touch the "bat dart", but he never expected that the bat dart suddenly jumped up out of thin air, stood in midair, and nimbly avoided his hand!

As long as he stretches his hand forward, this thing will back up a little like a cat with fur.

When he moves once, it retreats twice.

Who is manipulating it?That person must be around here!

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Once on guard, he subconsciously entered Batman mode, anyway, his identity must have been exposed by the "behind the scenes".

No one answered.

Batman glanced around warily.

Just before he was about to say anything else, the "pink bat dart" suddenly moved!

He stared at it.

The bat dart turned around, as if to determine which side was sharper. It poked the wooden tabletop of the bedside table one by one with the tips of its four sharpest wings, and found that each tip could pierce. After a moment of hesitation, it used the front end One of the sharpest two wing tips stuck on the table, slowly turned half of his body towards Bruce's direction, and quickly turned back after noticing his gaze, which was a bit of a cover-up.

He even turned around on the table a few times because he turned too fast and didn't control it well.

Finally stopped dizzily.

It could be seen that it was really dizzy, it almost didn't stand still, and the whole dart fell to the side.

It's like a child who was caught doing evil things.

Bad start!The bat dart wanted to sigh.hold on!How could such a handsome girl act badly? !There must be a way of appearance that people will never forget!

The Batarang seemed to have finally decided which end to use for engraving. It was planning to write something on the table, so it stuck itself into the tabletop with the tip of its wings, but underestimated the force and threw itself out with too much force.

— in the direction of Batman.

Bruce could even vaguely feel the panicked emotion on it.

—Yes, he, Bruce Wayne, aka Batman actually felt the "emotion" of a batarang.

Bruce wondered if he was too tired recently?maybe he really needs a break

?

Before Bruce was about to reach out to grab it, it slammed on the brakes and stopped about a meter in front of the opponent's chest with the non-pointed side of the bat's body standing in parallel.

It seemed to be stunned, standing there stupidly.

It's over, it's over!What a mess! !Dart is wronged, Dart wants to go back in time and start over again)

From this distance, you can even see every muscle and sexy muscle line on Bruce's body.

So erotic!

It's a serious Batarang!

The bat dart that had a tendency to change back to its original color just now turned bad, and suddenly turned back to pink at a faster rate than before.

"Whoosh!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, it flew back to the bedside table angrily, and carved words on it fiercely.

It was a row of large letters, perfectly occupying the entire desktop, and the intentionally enlarged and deeply carved words seemed to reveal how annoyed the person who wrote this row was.

"Put on your clothes quickly, you rascal!!"

An exclamation point is not enough to express its emotion.

"Rogue" is even in all caps.

Bruce walked over with a blank expression, and quickly pinched the bat dart that was standing imposingly on his expensive mahogany tabletop.

Hmm, it's a little hot to the touch.