[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Fast stared down at John, whose legs were limp and slumped to the ground, unable to get up, with a stiff face.

There was a refreshing smile on Fast's face, and his eyes were squinting, looking young and harmless.

But there was only darkness in those squinted eyes.

"Take it easy, sir. Oh I forgot, it's John, old friend." Fast jumped off the table and paced to John.

The hand that rescued John from the shadow of death just now was placed in front of John again, but now John looked at this hand, but it seemed that he had malicious intentions.

"Since we were friends in the past, I think you will tell me some things, right?" Fast's tone was very natural, as if he couldn't tell what John had done to him from John's performance at all. .

Fast smiled and continued, "But don't worry, I don't have any memories of the past..."

He paused, his originally gentle and natural tone turned into a cold tone. "So I won't hold back from you, and I can swear you will say what I want next."

Fast pulled out a pleasant smile. "Now it's time for me to ask you to answer."

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As night fell, it was another night in Gotham, and the police patrolled the streets to avoid violence.

But not all criminals do bad things on police patrols.

Not only because it is safer, but also to attract everyone's attention, or Batman's attention.

They have a higher style, and a more high-profile appearance.

Such villains in Gotham are not within the scope of the police by default. They are all the targets of Batman. As policemen, they only need to follow the command of their superiors to decide whether to help Batman or not.

After all, Sheriff Gordon and Batman have always had a cooperative relationship.

The operation method this time is the familiar network control again, and all the screens connected to the network are connected to the new screen.

Batman's old enemy.

The Joker.

Only the clown would be so idle. After committing a crime, he must tell Batman and the whole Gotham with great fanfare, what bad things he is going to do next.

The clown didn't look any different from the last time he was seen at the police station building. Obviously, Batman failed to beat him up on the top of the police station building last time. Everyone saw it that day.

The Joker left his men to entangle Batman, got on the hang glider and flew away.

The clown still had that grinning, obnoxious grin on his face, with an evil grin on his red lips.

His exaggerated left arm arced and bent down to salute the screen. He elongated his voice, curled his tongue, and flicked it.

"Good evening—my most loyal Gotham viewers. It's Mr. Joker's magic time again." The clown's voice fluctuated, with a sense of oppression that no one could ignore.

The clown suddenly moved closer to the screen, his pale face pressed against the screen and jumped long distance, he turned sideways with his hands behind his back, walking back and forth.

"Honestly, I'm bored and I guess you are too, boring boss, boring job, nagging family hahahaha, even though I don't have any of those."

"It's always such a constant layer, why do you always have that expression, can't smile, can't stop for anything?"

The clown was sitting on the exclusive chair for the radio host, with his eyes downcast, playing with his fingers, and the sound of complaints came out from his red lips.

"I'm always going to have to do something different to please you, you boring, cold, inactive, ungrateful dirty little monsters."

The clown put these words very low, as if he was whispering. "If you had been more interesting and human, clowns would not have been born."

On the other side, the tires of the Batmobile ran over the road and left dark ruts, and the Batmobile was rushing towards the TV station on the highway.

Inside the Batmobile, the computer was playing the live broadcast of the clown. After hearing what the clown said, the eyebrows under Batman's helmet furrowed.

The emotions revealed in the clown's hoarse words were not normal, and Batman had a vague intuition that something was about to happen.

That can never be a good thing.

Immediately afterwards, the clown raised his eyebrows, as usual.

He said in a still high and sharp tone: "What's more, you are always occupying Batman, and his attention is always on you, even if you don't need to be saved blindly."

"so--"

Fast spread his hands appropriately, and he made a false helpless expression. "To get back Batman's attention...I've got to do something."

"Dynamite or poison?"

After speaking, the clown leaned to one side, as if persuading himself to fight against the other self in his body.

He rolled his eyes and said fiercely, "Please, who doesn't like explosives?"

Immediately afterwards, he turned to the other side again, making an expression of entanglement in thinking, his tone was completely different from before, with low-pitched hesitation.

"But the poison is also very good. It is the first-class product that I managed to get from the scarecrow."

"Do you want to return it to the Scarecrow?"

"The clown doesn't offer to return anything."

The clown lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, there was a smile on his face that was enough to make any child who saw this face have a nightmare. The corners of his mouth were grinning almost to the ears, revealing the white teeth under the scarlet lips, which was extremely grotesque .

The clown's tone was extremely excited.

"In order to let the lovely and hopeless citizens of Gotham have a decent enjoyment."

The clown excitedly spun the chair around. He sat on the chair and kicked his legs like a schoolboy, looking extremely happy.

He moved his chair out of the way, revealing behind him a large glass vessel containing a green, bubbling solution, and beneath it a set of acid-etching guns.

"As you can see, this is my latest invention, combining bombs and poisons."

"Please don't underestimate its explosive power. Absolutely, absolutely, half of Gotham can go up and be with God."

The clown paused while talking, and said in a strange tone: "The poisonous gas leaked from the explosion can send the other half of the people who survived by chance up there."

Then the clown grinned and climbed up the chair.

"Run away while you're still moving, the countdown is 24 hours. I can't wait to see your mess and Gotham being blown up into the sky."

"As for Batman? Hahaha, guys, you can't always trust him to defuse the bomb, uh, if he finds it."

After saying this, the screen went off and the machine began to operate normally.

The last sentence conveyed to everyone's ears was the clown's hoarse, calm whisper without any smile.

"I'm tired, really."

Batman squinted his eyes, stepped on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes at the same time, made a sharp turn and drifted the Batmobile on the road to the direction it came from.

Based on what he knows about the clown...or, in other words, about Fast, the clown may not be on the TV station at this moment. These are recorded by the clown in advance on the TV station, and then released in the form of live broadcast.

Because the Joker needs time to hide the bomb, what Batman needs to do now is to find the Joker's location.

But different from the past, every time the clown did bad things in the past, he always left certain clues for Batman in various forms to ensure that Batman could find him, and then "game" with him.

The clown takes pleasure in this.

Batman is always at the center of the Joker's crimes, and no matter what he does, he tells Batman, even though Batman doesn't need his notification.

But Batman was already used to the Joker's style of doing things, so Batman subconsciously checked to see if the Joker had left any messages.

The answer is no.

Batman suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart, and used the computer to connect to the satellite search and monitor to find the target.

However, the Joker had anticipated Batman's move long ago. He hacked into Batman's computer to control the satellite, and cleared all surveillance video during that period of time.

Needless to say, the clown used the brain that Batman left in the clown's safe house before, and Batman went back to see it not long ago, and as he expected, the clown had already left the safe house.

Nothing of value that might reveal information remained, not even Batman's brain.

Batman doesn't think that the clown won't do some outrageous things with that brain, because the clown's body is crazy and rebellious, and he won't let go of any opportunity to make trouble.

But seriously, Batman thought the Joker would be safe for at least a while, but the truth is, the word safe doesn't exist in the Joker's vocabulary.

So Batman isn't obsessed with it, he uses a computer to screen any areas where Joker might be hiding a bomb.

Check nothing.

As long as the clown is determined to hide, even Batman will take time to find him, just like a detective solving a case, he has to find clues before he can find the truth step by step.

But Batman doesn't have that much time to follow through. For 24 hours, no matter what the Joker said is true or not, he can't waste time and bet with the lives of Gotham citizens.

So Batman reversed the direction of the investigation, and before this happened, the Joker had attacked Arkham Asylum and rescued the Riddler.

The Joker can't be found, but he can find the Riddler, who must know something.

After making up his mind, Bruce ordered the computer to turn on the signal collector, and it didn't take long to find the location of the Riddler.

He drove the Batmobile to the location of the Riddler.

The Riddler hides in his safe house, researching new riddles and devising new death traps, and the danger is so inexplicable.

His window was smashed, and a black figure broke into his house grandly. The angry dark knight grabbed his collar and questioned him.

"Where's Joker?!"

Before the Riddler could speak, Batman's ruthless iron fist hit him in the face, making him dizzy.

"Tell me right away! Otherwise you won't want to know the consequences, you know."

The Riddler rolled his eyes bitterly, and he complained in his heart, why don't you give me a chance to speak?I didn't even have a chance to speak, so you just beat me up and questioned me.

Of course, on the surface, the Riddler still looked obedient. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and he smiled meaningfully at Batman with the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, of course. Batman, I'll tell you everything I know."