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

Seeing Batman's wounds all over his body, Ah Fu sighed.

Blood had already wet the ground of the Batcave, but his master, who never put his life first, was sitting on a chair in a daze.

Ah Fu took the initiative to take the medicine to sew Batman's wound, Bruce was stunned, and gave Ah Fu a tired smile.

"I'm going to trouble you again, Alfred." Bruce's voice was as tired as his expression.

Ah Fu originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Batman's dark and unclear expression, his voice changed into a normal sentence.

"That's what I have to do, sir."

Ah Fu can see that Bruce is not in a good mood at the moment, combined with the news that Joker was arrested tonight, it seems that something happened.

He always knew that Joker meant more to Bruce than just being a criminal.

Afu didn't know what happened tonight, Bruce cut off the network of the whole Gotham City in order to solve the bomb planted by joker.

So Ah Fu can't see what happened through the bat computer, and he can't solve this matter for Bruce, nor can he guide him.

Because Bruce has a stubborn temper, unless he thinks it through himself, other people's words cannot enter his ears.

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...

On the other side, the police escorting the clown had already arrived at the entrance of the Arkham Asylum, and the police officers in charge of escorting him clenched the electric batons in their hands.

He swallowed, looked at the metal car door in front of him, and then at the fully prepared escort behind him.

Even though he knew that the clown had been handcuffed by Batman, he was still worried that when he opened the door, the clown would rush in and break his neck.

Given that the chances of such an accident happening are not low.

The escorting policeman lifted his cap, he held his breath, and the surrounding policemen did the same, he glanced around from the corner of his eye, all the policemen were far away from him.

No one wants to be beaten up by a clown rushing towards him after opening the door.

He inserted the key into the lock and slowly opened the door.

He squinted, bracing for the blood and pain that would follow.

However, there is no clown who suddenly jumped up and laughed wildly, and there is no clown who sat quietly in the car, just not.

Yes, nothing.

The escorting policeman stared blankly at the empty carriage. In the carriage, only a handcuff remained where the clown had been sitting——

The vibrating gold handcuffs that Batman specially prepared for high-strength criminals were still stained with blood.

In the compartment, where the clown was originally sitting, there were wet traces of rain mixed with blood.

"Clown..." the escorting policeman murmured.

"What?" asked the policeman who was hiding far away, frowning.

"...the clown is gone."

All the surrounding policemen immediately gathered around. They looked around the car, not missing any blind spots, trying to find the hiding clown from a blind spot that didn't exist.

In fact, the Joker is really gone.

Cold sweat dripped from their brows.

When the clown was being escorted to the Arkham Asylum, there were vehicles in the front, rear, left, and right sides to escort the clown to prevent the thugs from the clown gang from coming to rescue the clown.

Nothing happened on the road, the vehicle was not damaged internally or externally, the clown innocently disappeared?

After confirming that the Joker had indeed disappeared, the dean of Arkham Asylum called Batman tremblingly.

Batman has just treated the wound at this moment. Because of the forbearance and pain during the treatment of the wound, his body is covered with sweat. He did not listen to Ah Fu's advice that he should not take a bath.

Bruce got the call as he was undressing to go to the bathroom.

He rubbed his sore temples, then turned his head and walked towards the bat cave.

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...

177 Bleecker Street, New York, USA.

Stephen stood by the skylight, the raindrops left blurred marks on the skylight, and the dark clouds covered the entire sky, making it impossible to see anything.

Stephen had a rather anxious mood, which was not normal, and mages like them would pay special attention to sudden emotions.

This is like divination, magic comes from life, it is impossible for it to be agitated and produced suddenly, unless it has a premonition that something will happen.

The irritability affected Stephen.

This also caused Stephen to use the mage to tie up the cloak in a bad mood when he saw the red cloak fluttering around and wiping the precious cups.

Seeing the cloak that was tied to the ground by the golden rope, Stephen raised his lower lip viciously. It has to be said that he is in a much better mood now.

Within two seconds, Stephen suddenly turned his head to look at the gate, a golden circle appeared in his hand, and Stephen was ready to attack.

A second later, the quiet door made two knocking sounds of 'bang bang'.

This violent knocking sound obviously didn't sound like the force that a guest or someone who was keeping out the rain should knock on the door.

In other words, this is not the sound of knocking on the door at all, but something is hitting the door.

Immediately afterwards, a black claw that was emitting black smoke inserted into the crack of the door, and that black claw forcefully moved the door away.

The door made an unpleasant, distorted sound, and the sharp claw tore open the door alive.

It was a black, bat-like shadow.

WhiteKnight's 'nightmare' superpower.

Realizing that the person who came was the Pale Knight, Stephen did not let go of the golden circle that was ready to go, and the strong malice almost filled the entire Temple of Time with the opened door.

But the restlessness in Stephen's heart didn't recede in the slightest, but intensified.

The black shadow did not dissipate after tearing open the door, and a figure came out from between the black shadows leisurely.

The figure stepped forward unsteadily into the door, exposed to the light, Stephen looked intently.

The young man was wearing a purple tuxedo, and the tuxedo was soaked by the rain. The rain mixed with blood fell from the young man's body, and soon soaked the ground.

He held his left hand with his right hand, and his left arm was abnormally turned out, and it twitched from time to time, apparently it was broken.

His hair was dripping with water, mixed with green hair dye, and most of the paint on his face had been washed away, leaving only a small part still sticking to his face.

The small wounds on the young man's face were swollen due to the rain and water, especially one eye was swollen to the point where it could not be opened. The young man's face took on an abnormal color, his lips were pale, but his cheeks and auricles were pale. A sickly red.

Before becoming Doctor Strange, Stephen, who was a neurosurgeon, could see the current state of the youth at a glance.

The wound on his body was infected by the rain, and he had a fever because he walked outside the cold room for too long. Now the temperature has reached about 40 degrees.

Two more burns, and he should have died straight away.

Stephen made such a judgment.

Fast let go of his left arm, letting his unbearable left arm hang down with a crisp sound.

"Good evening, Doctor."

Fast raised his head slowly and smiled at Stephen.

His left eye was swollen and swollen due to wound infection, and the wound on his cheek that was scratched by the bat dart could no longer bleed, and the white flesh after being washed by the rain was turned out. His left face looked embarrassed and ugly.

There is no wound on the right side of Faster's face, and it still maintains its handsome original appearance. The big difference between the two sides gives Stephen a strong sense of impact.

Stephen didn't know whether he should be surprised by the pale knight's embarrassed appearance or be wary of the pale knight's true identity.

The purple tuxedo suit, the green hair that hasn't completely taken off to black, the oil paint on the face, and the strong malice in every move, who else but the clown?

Stephen maintained that disgusting arrogant expression, he stood up slightly, and the red cloak was unbound and returned to Stephen's back.

Obviously, the cloak who loves to playful on weekdays also knows the danger is coming.

Stephen said in a slow tone: "The pale knight, or the clown? My God, are you a clown?"

Fast chuckled twice, his throat was very itchy, he covered his mouth and coughed heart-piercingly, bowed his waist, his miserable state was not weaker than that of Constantine who was plagued by lung cancer back then.

Without coughing twice, Fast closed his mouth and swallowed the coughing sound. The coughing sound that stopped suddenly seemed to be forcibly blocked by choking the neck, full of discord.

Fast shook the coughed blood from his hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dirty your temple, should I say...sorry?"

Fast's words did not carry any tone that could be called an apology.

Nightmare was wrapped in black mist, ready to move behind Fast.

Stephen raised the corner of his mouth, just moved the corner of his mouth, without any emotion.

He said calmly and arrogantly: "You really should apologize, but I think you should pay more attention not to die here. It is very troublesome to clean. I think you should hurry up."

"No, I won't die." Fast's smile deepened, and he replied in a low voice.

Even if he can only see the outside world with one eye, and he is in pain and weak all over, Fast also knows that he will not die, at least not now.

He walked forward, and it was a little difficult to move, because his leg was indeed broken by Batman.

Every time Fast took a step, the shadow that followed him shrouded the temple, and the temple was almost swallowed by inexplicable shadows.

When he reached the hall of the temple, Fast stopped suddenly, and he looked up at Stephen who was standing on the stairs.

"Doctor, I need your help." Fast's tone was very calm, and his voice was the same.

Stephen didn't let his guard down, the clown was a lunatic, and the clown who no longer concealed his other identity appeared in front of him and asked him for help.

This can only prove that the clown no longer cares about the consequences of revealing his identity. He must come here with the belief that he must fight to the death and must.

and what must be achieved.

Stephen really didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

"Help?" So Stephen just asked Faster's words.

In fact, he knows what the clown wants. He is not the only one who knows magic in this world, but he is the only one who finds him. Doctor Strange has only one thing that other mages don't have.

The Eye of Agamose.

Or rather, the Time Stone.

The time gem can completely control the past, present and future. At the same time, it can perform time travel, speed up time, reverse time, and space-time confusion. The highest efficiency can reach infinite loop time.

The most terrifying thing is that the user of the Time Stone can change the direction of the world through time travel.

Although Stephen didn't know what the clown was going to do with the Time Stone, he knew that it would definitely change the current world, and even destroy it.

Fast smiled hypocritically. His smile touched the scar on his cheek, and blood oozed from the wound again.

He casually wiped the wound on his cheek, and more blood gushed out.

"I'd like to 'borrow' your time gem."

"please."