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

While Batman is busy getting rid of these vicious brutes without killing them.

Fast took off the wig on his head, revealing the green hair dyed with a disposable hair dye. He casually wiped the top of the hair, and wiped the few strands of hair hanging from his forehead to the back of his head.

Fast walked aside and took off his blood-stained white shirt, revealing his lean but shapely upper body.

He put on a clean black shirt, a white tie, and a purple tuxedo, returning to his identity as a clown again.

Fast put on his black leather gloves slowly, and picked up the crowbar on the edge of the roof.

He walked towards Batman step by step, and the crowbar did not hesitate to hit Batman who was busy with the dog and had no time to take care of him.

Fast pushed Batman, Batman's leg was crushed by German Shepherd, he staggered and fell to the ground, Fast stepped on Batman's chest, staring condescendingly at Batman who was forced to lie on the ground .

Batman's gaze burns with rage.

Fast grinned, and his voice dragged out: "Good dogs—it seems that our Dark Knight is going to die."

The German shepherd continued to tear at the battle armor on Batman's body. Their teeth were not strong enough to bite through the armor, but they could hinder Batman's actions.

Batman still wanted to struggle, Fast shook his foot, the tip of the knife popped out of the sole, and the tip of the knife pressed against Batman's chest.

Fast withdrew the dog, and he used the crowbar to pry the Batarang out of Batman's hand.

"What's next, Batman? Looks like you're going nowhere."

Fast clicked his tongue twice, and continued: "You didn't save John, and you didn't dismantle the bomb either. It seems that the joker won this time. Unfortunately, the reward I want is to blow up the entire Gotham. "

Batman still stared at Fast coldly, without speaking.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky, just tiny raindrops. In just a few seconds, the tiny raindrops turned into pea-sized rainwater, soaking the entire ground in an instant.

Fast took out the remote control from his pocket, and he said excitedly: "Now, the controlled Batman will see his favorite Gotham blow up to the sky."

"This will be my favorite show!"

As Fast spoke, his eyes narrowed, and a cold but hearty smile rose from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and watched Batman's expression, releasing his distorted malice unabashedly.

He couldn't wait to see Batman's face of despair as he watched Gotham crumble.

Fast pressed the remote.

Then, all was quiet.

Nothing could be heard but the sound of rain.

Fast pressed the remote control twice again without giving up.

"What?" Fast's expression froze, and he asked in a low voice, his voice confused and helpless.

His shoulders slumped.

Fast noticed Batman's usual expression and calm expression.

It was as if, in his eyes, he was a clown, Batman had already settled his bomb, and he was still complacent thinking that he had won this time.

Fast, who originally wanted to see Batman gaffe, let Batman see his own ugliness. He saw his incomprehensible expression from Batman's blue eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Fast heard the siren of a police car in the distance. Batman had already seen his plan and was prepared to deal with it. From the beginning to the end, Fast was a clown.

A classic, but timeless joke.

While Fast was frustrated, Batman reached out and grabbed Fast's leg. Fast's reaction speed was also very fast. His leg moved forward without hesitation, and the tip of the knife scratched Batman's armor.

And Batman grabbed Fast's leg and slammed him to the ground. The black cloak was flying in the rain, and the two of them reversed their positions.

Even if the plan failed, Fast did not intend to admit defeat. He struck fiercely and took out a slender scalpel from nowhere, and aimed it at Batman's neck, which was bound to kill Batman.

Batman reacted extremely quickly and leaned back, unable to let the scalpel cut his throat, but still cut his jaw, and a lot of blood gushed out.

Batman paused, and his momentum changed. He grabbed Fast's hair, raised Fast's head and hit the ground several times fiercely, and didn't stop until he smelled the more intense bloody smell.

Immediately afterwards, Batman's fists fell on Fast's body and face like a heavy rainstorm.

Fast could only do his best to block Batman's fist that landed on the deadly part and reduce the damage.

In the back, he has completely lost feeling in his hand, and one of his arms was broken by Batman.

After a while, realizing that Faster's resistance was getting weaker, Batman stopped what he was doing, stretched out his hand to grab Faster's neck and looked down.

Fast's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his arms fell to his sides weakly.

His forehead hair, which was soaked by rain, blocked his eyes, and the disposable hair dye was washed by water, and black and green liquid flowed out, mixed with the white, black, and black liquid on Faust's face, flowing down the curve of his face, looking embarrassed Extremely.

He coughed twice, blood poured from his mouth and nose, and a swollen eye stared at Batman faintly.

There was no light in those supposedly beautiful, bright and forest-colored eyes, only a piece of lifeless energy, swallowing up all the light around them, a pool of stagnant water, nothing could disturb it.

It shouldn't be like this, these eyes should be sly, or with joyful malice, in short, all kinds of emotions, but they should not be this dead.

Fast let out two hoarse, intermittent laughs, and he asked in a low voice: "Batman, why are you protecting them?"

Batman remained silent and did not reply, because he knew that his words could not shake Fast.

"You know what they did to me. But you still choose to save them."

"What about me? Who's going to save me again?" Faster said here, his voice turned high, and his voice was full of unconcealed unwillingness and... grievance.

"I give so much for them! They never give even once for me, for anyone!"

"How cruel are they to be able to stand by a woman who is nine months pregnant, dragging her inconvenient body, barefoot and helpless to every passer-by, and the passers-by are not soft-hearted, watching her in the most prosperous central street Kidnapped?"

"It was their inaction that killed them, my wife, my children. If this hadn't happened—" The Day Knight and the Dark Knight would have been the best partners in the future.

Fast's voice of accusation stopped abruptly, and he swallowed the unfinished sentence.

He lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes trembled to cover those swollen eyes.

The Day Knight will never get along with Batman one day, nor can they be partners.

For the Knight of the Day was dead forever, and only the Harlequin survived the great fire.

"Batman, the citizens you protect have no heart at all." Fast's voice sank, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Why protect them?"

"Or... the duty of a hero is to sacrifice?" Fast's voice trembled, with a faint cry.

Batman didn't know how to answer Fast, he avoided Fast's questioning sight, and he remained silent.

In the end, Fast no longer expected Batman's reply. He closed his eyes and opened them again. There was darkness in those eyes.

Just when Batman thought that Fast had given up, Fast shot again. He turned his hand, and a knife appeared in his hand. He stabbed the knife into Batman's abdomen without hesitation.

That cruel knight once left the location of the bullet hole.

Fast smiled, his face twisted, and his eyes were full of malice and darkness. "You should have killed me just now, Batman."

After finishing speaking, Fast took advantage of Batman's subconsciously tense body due to the sudden pain, and kicked Batman's abdomen violently with his legs, knocking him down.

Fast held up the knife, the blade and Fast's always smiling face formed a small dot in Batman's eyes, and then fell down at a high speed.

Batman's pupils contracted, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and stretched out his hand to block the most deadly part, his neck, to avoid being pierced by Fast.

However, it was not the blade that fell in the end.

The wet and soft touch from his lips caused Batman to open his eyes suddenly. His face was full of astonishment, anger and surprise exploded in his heart, and the distance between Fast's face and his was less than one centimeter.

He could clearly see Fast's closed eyes and trembling eyelashes. The hair dye washed off by the rain mixed with the oil paint on his face, making Fast look embarrassed and ugly.

Fast's icy breath spread to Batman's face, accompanied by a strong smell of blood and pungent oil paint.

Fast's cold, wet nose brushed against Batman's cheek.

In the next second, Fast opened his deep eyes without any light, and he held Batman's head in both hands.

Biting Batman's lips fiercely, blood spurted out instantly, followed by sharp pain.

Anger overwhelmed surprise, Batman punched Fast in the abdomen, Fast groaned, but still bit Batman's lower lip and part of his chin.

In the end, Batman kicked Fast out. Fast lay on the ground. He swallowed the meat that he had bitten off. Grinning, his teeth were stained red with blood, and he squeezed it out of his throat uncontrollably. hoarse laughter.

The bat dart brushed against Fast's face, and a bloodstain appeared. Batman took out the handcuffs and stared condescendingly at Fast who was lying on the ground. The handcuffs fell on Fast's hands.

The police broke open the roof door, and Batman lifted Fast to the police.

A second before Fast was taken away by the police, he turned his head and smiled slyly at Batman who was talking to Gordon.

He said silently, "You should have killed me, Batman."

Batman looked away, he and Gordon handed over the location of the bomb, and returned to the Batcave in silence, staring at the computer screen in a daze.

He would not change his mind of guarding Gotham because of Faster's words, but because of Faster's words, there was a huge fluctuation in his heart.

He never thought about it from the perspective of Fast.

Batman tried to make the Joker become the Day Knight again, but he didn't realize that the Joker was not on the edge of a cliff, he was walking on a tightrope.

When Bruce was having his worst day, the last White Knight saved him, but no one came to save the White Knight.

Everyone is persecuting the White Knight, and they have pushed the White Knight into a corner, and the White Knight has no choice but to jump into the abyss.

If at that time, if he was stronger, would he be able to—

One day 20 years ago.

Bruce, who was only ten years old, watched the movie with his parents. He held his parents' hands and discussed the plot of the movie excitedly, with enthusiasm that had not faded on his face.

Thomas Wayne echoed Bruce's words from time to time, and Mrs. Martha just smiled softly.

The sky was drizzling, and these tiny raindrops did not affect the mood of the family.

There is a secluded alley outside the gate of the cinema. In order to avoid being disturbed by reporters, they chose to take the alley to the main road. At that time, this alley was not called crime alley.

In the rain, a strange man appeared at the entrance of the alley, blocking their way. The man was holding a gun and a black bag in his hands, and the visitor was not friendly.

The Wayne couple exchanged glances, and Thomas Wayne walked up to Martha and Bruce, blocking his wife and son.

He tries to communicate with the robbers.

First there was a gunshot, followed by a woman's scream, and then another gunshot.

□□It hit the rain-covered ground, and the sound of the sound was covered by the louder rain, accompanied by the sound of fire trucks and police cars going away.

Neither the fire truck nor the police car noticed the violence in the alley, they drove across the avenue and headed straight for the burning building.

The robbers grabbed the pearl necklace around Mrs. Martha's neck, and the sound of the pearls rolling to the ground was confused with the sound of rain.

Little Bruce knelt on the ground and hugged his mother's body. Not far away, the fire that could not be extinguished by rain had already burned half of the sky.

The firelight reflected that Bruce's eyes burning with anger and hatred were staring at the robber without blinking.

That was the first time Bruce felt consumed by anger, but the fear of death also hung over him.

Maybe it was frightened by Bruce's eyes that seemed to tear him apart and drink blood, or maybe he didn't intend to let Bruce go.

After the robber walked to the alley with the pearls, he raised his hand and aimed his gun at Bruce's head.

Bruce was motionless, his expression angry.

Those blue eyes reflected the appearance of the robber holding a gun and the flames connected to the sky.

In Bruce's eyes, the robbers have been deep in hell.

The moment the robber fired, Bruce closed his eyes subconsciously, and he heard the sound of the shell casing hitting the ground.

He smelled the ash of fire and rain.

One hand was not so gentle on the back of Bruce's head, and he pressed his head into his arms, sheltering Bruce.

The strong smell of blood and soot filled his nostrils, almost suffocating Bruce, but it made him feel safe.

At this moment, all of Bruce's gone emotions rushed back in an instant. He trembled, fear of death, anger at the killer, and grief for losing his parents.

Bruce hugged the unknown man's waist tightly, buried his head in the man's arms and cried loudly. He was so helpless that he released his grief by hugging a strange man.

Seeing that the bullet shot at Bruce was shot down, the robber turned around and ran away without hesitation.

After a while, the man wrenched Bruce out of his arms.

The man held Bruce's face in his burned hands, forcing Bruce to look directly at him, and the man wiped away the tears from the corners of Bruce's eyes with his thumbs, so that Bruce could see himself clearly.

The man in front of him had more than half of his battle clothes burned off, as well as his hair, with multiple burns on his body and face.

Even though the man was not wearing a domino blindfold on his face, Bruce still recognized the man's identity through the broken battle suit on the man's body, the knight of the day.

There was no smile on the day knight's face, his expression was dark and unclear, half of his face was burned by the flames, his eyes were lowered, and the rain fell on his eyelashes and slid down the corners of his eyes, like tears.

The White Knight's expression was no better than the current Bruce's.

The Day Knight raised his head, stared at Bruce, and said firmly to Bruce in a hoarse and tired voice: "You must always remember the current anger and powerlessness—"

"They become beliefs that grow stronger until you are able to face everything alone."

"Until you're a hero."

After that, the Day Knight disappeared from people's sight. Everyone thought that the Day Knight was dead, but Bruce knew that he was not.

In Bruce's heart, the Day Knight has always been the light that guides him forward, and the words of the Day Knight support Bruce to grow into a Dark Knight, and his will becomes stronger.

Bruce has never regretted making such a choice.

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