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

Bruce pushed the door open. He looked up and saw Fast in the bathroom, who was putting on makeup in the mirror. He paused for a while, and walked to Fast in silence, leaning against the bathroom door and staring at Fast in the mirror. special

Fast glanced at Bruce in the glasses from the corner of his eye. He glanced lazily at Bruce and didn't speak. Instead, he focused on the matter in front of him. He had to be extra careful to prevent the eyeliner from drifting.

Fast doesn't directly apply oil paint to his face, he will apply the base makeup first, and the eyeliner is not directly used as body paint.

He used to use eyeliner to line the edges first, and then paste the edges with oil paint, this is to prevent the oil paint from getting into the eyes.

Bruce looked at his lover in front of him who was wearing a shirt and a green waistcoat. The waistcoat was tightly buttoned, making Fast's waist extremely thin.

Thinking of that confused night, he easily clasped Faster's waist with both hands, and Bruce's eyes darkened, which was indeed the case.

In order to be able to see more clearly and avoid the makeup from being blurred, Fast bent his body, supported the mirror with one hand, and held the eyeliner in the other hand to outline the eyes.

The dark purple striped suit trousers outlined Fast's upturned buttocks because of Fast's bowed waist, and looking down, there are two straight legs that are slightly gathered. Bruce stared at the legs and produced a feeling that they were The desire to separate and fold at the side.

Why had he never looked closely at what the Joker was wearing before?

No, that shouldn't be the point.

The point is that Fast is making himself a clown, in a world that doesn't belong to them.

So Bruce said lightly: "Are you going out?"

Fast didn't stop drawing eyeliner, he still stared at himself in the mirror. "Well, there is something I want to deal with."

What in the world could he have to deal with?Of course nothing happened.

Bruce frowned, vaguely guessing what Fast wanted to do.

After Fast finished the last stroke, he turned his head and stared at Bruce with that pale clown face. He stretched out his arms to Bruce and hooked Bruce's neck.

He didn't wear lipstick, and he looked extremely pale, even a little gloomy. The pale clown makeup made Bruce unable to see Faster's original appearance clearly.

"Honey, you won't stop me, will you?" There was a slight smile on the corner of Fast's lips, and his tone was a little lazy and sweet.

Bruce stared at Fast in front of him, or the clown. He took Fast out of the inner world and brought back the clown at the cost of erasing the Pale Knight forever.

Will he regret it?Batman won't regret it.

Even if he frees the clown, the clown is Batman's lover, he will stop the clown from committing crimes.

But now, Bruce has a new way to stop the clown from committing crimes.

Compared with beating the clown and stuffing it into Arkham Asylum, it is obviously more convenient and quicker to make the clown unable to get out of bed to do things.

Faster's gloomy eyes were as black as ink at this time, and darkness was brewing in his eyes, but it was no longer aimed at Gotham, but at someone.

"Take measure, joker." In the end, Bruce just warned Fast in a low voice.

"Of course, honey. Want to put on some lipstick for me?" Fast invited Bruce.

Bruce stared at Fast for a while, reached out to take the lipstick from the shelf, unscrewed the cap, and pinched Fast's chin.

The lipstick was filled with the scent of chocolate, and it was painted on Fast's full lips, making that pale face look a bit gorgeous.

"Open your mouth."

Fast opened his lips slightly. Under the red lips, the white teeth glistened with water, and some beads were broken from the upper and lower teeth, and the ruddy tongue curled up restlessly.

Bruce held his breath. He withdrew those beautiful thoughts, changed his gesture, and painted lipstick all over Fast's untouched lips.

Fast moved, and the tip of the lipstick poked Fast's teeth. Fast licked the teeth with the tip of his tongue, erasing the bright red in the whiteness.

He raised his eyes, a smile rippling on the corner of his lips, a lingering smile, and a seductive smile between his brows and eyes.

Bruce's originally suppressed emotions poured out because of Fast's actions. He held Fast's face in his hands, doing the final ideological struggle, and then Fast stretched out the tip of his tongue across the corner of his mouth.

Bruce's emotions completely collapsed.

The two kissed passionately in the bathroom. Bruce supported Fast's waist and carried him to the washstand. Bruce raised his head and kissed Fast with his head down.

Bruce's hand got into Fast's clothes and stroked Fast's slightly protruding tailbone, causing Fast to tremble.

Fast pushed Bruce's head to separate the two, and pulled Bruce's hand out of his clothes.

Fast was gasping for breath, his eyes were full of mist, and his flushed cheeks were intoxicated by Bruce's merciless plunder just now.

Most of the lipstick on his lips was blurred and smudged around his face due to the kiss just now, and a small part was on Bruce's lips.

Bruce stared at the blush on Faster's face, his eyes were full of desire, and he said in a low voice: "Your lipstick is gone, please put it on again."

After speaking, Bruce picked up the lipstick and planned to refill Faster's lipstick.

Fast raised his legs and put the soles of his feet on Bruce's strong chest, refusing Bruce's approach, and he smiled viciously.

He snatched the lipstick from Bruce's hand, then twisted his head, his tone was sweet and contrived that Bruce was familiar with: "I'll do it myself. I'll give you another chance and you've done everything you need to do. Should I go out?"

In Faster's words, his responsibility was completely ignored, as if he hadn't seduced Bruce first.

After finishing speaking, Fast wiped off the smudged lipstick on the corner of his mouth, and put on lipstick for himself slowly. From the beginning to the end, his eyes were locked on Bruce.

"Let's go, see you tonight."

Fast jumped down from the sink, picked up the purple windbreaker hanging aside, put on the purple hat, and sank into the shadows.

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In a shipbuilding factory by the sea, members of the Clown Gang are busy taking a large amount of ammonium nitrate in boxes out of the factory. They hijacked a plane transporting military supplies to border war areas and seized a large amount of ammonium nitrate from the plane.

In order to prevent Batman from finding out that he had hidden a large amount of ammonium nitrate, the clown deliberately kept a low profile recently, and successfully disguised these ammonium nitrates as boxes of wood paint and hid them in the shipyard.

The clown has a crazy plan. He intends to blow up Gotham's most important hub bridge leading to the outside world, and then send people to guard the other bridge, control Gotham's internal and external transportation, and block the connection between the outside world and Gotham.

The next thing is the most exciting part, he will randomly drop ammonium nitrate all over Gotham, and the ammonium nitrate will explode immediately when it is violently collided, and he wants to make the whole Gotham an explosion circle.

Everyone has to pray with trepidation that the next box of ammonium nitrate doesn't fall on top of them.

Chaotic and wonderful Gotham.

The clown sat on the top, swinging his legs, watching his subordinates not far away transporting ammonium nitrate.

Suddenly, he noticed that the men who had brought the ammonium nitrate out of the factory came back with the boxes. They were all wet, and it was raining outside, heavy rain.

But the Joker doesn't want his men to go back to the factory to hide from the rain, oh, he can't help but tie them to dirty bombs and let them fly.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I ask you to ship out all my cute dirty bombs?" The clown yelled at his subordinates, his pale face writhing together in anger.

The clown pulled out a sneer. "Answer me! Or do you not want your brain anymore?"

The subordinates looked at each other for a while, and finally a courageous subordinate took half a step forward.

The subordinate raised his head, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a calm voice, "But boss... didn't you ask us to transport it back?"

The voice of the subordinate just fell.

boom--

Accompanied by a gunshot, the head of the subordinate who bravely questioned the clown was blown apart, and his body fell to the ground without the control of the brain, and the brain and blood mixed together and flowed on the dark ground.

Kill the chickens to warn the monkeys.

The thugs of the Clown Gang were frightened, but they dared not move.

"Is there anyone who doesn't understand my previous order?" The clown took back the hot thing that looked like a toy gun, and looked at his subordinates with a cold face.

The subordinates all carried the box and ran out again.

Didn't take two steps.

Everyone heard the sound from outside the factory, from the gate.

The slow, rhythmic footsteps, and what appeared to be a male-pleasant humming, sounded oddly like some kind of sex nursery rhyme.

The distorted and humming tune seemed to have several ants burrowed into their bodies and gnawed at their bones, making them feel restless and manic.

When the creaking sound of pushing the door made everyone hold their breath, someone opened the door from the outside, and all the men were gathered inside the shipbuilding factory at this moment, who would come outside?

The clown narrowed his eyes, the acid green pupils reflected a dark light, and he jumped down from the high platform.

Batman?And his dirty little birds?

No, it won't be them.Ha, everyone knows Batman never walks through doors.

After the door was opened, the muffled sound of the rain seemed to have found a breakthrough. The sound of the rain crackled, telling people how heavy the rain was in Gotham today.

First, a black umbrella came into everyone's sight, and raindrops fell on the black umbrella.

Immediately afterwards, a pure black shiny leather shoe stepped into the dry construction site floor through the rain. Looking up, it was a slender and straight leg wrapped in purple striped suit pants.

The leg pants of that leg were not wetted by the splashed rainwater at all, it was clean and tidy inconceivably, as if all the raindrops couldn't bear to add some deep variegation to this person's body.

But that was actually wearing a purple suit. In Gotham, who doesn't know that purple and green are the standard colors of the clown, dare to wear the same color clothes as him in front of the clown.

If this guy is looking for death, don't look for it in front of them.

Judging from the clown's moodiness, killing this man who wears the same color scheme as him is not enough to relieve his anger, he may even vent his anger on his subordinates.

No one wants to be the victim of a clown's wrath, like that poor guy lying on the ground.

When the man stepped into the factory, he was not only wearing a purple suit similar to the clown, but even the vest inside was the same green vest as the clown.

The hand wrapped in white gloves is holding the umbrella, and the umbrella is pressed down so low that the face of the person under the umbrella cannot be seen clearly.

The clown mob knew what they had to do at this moment, they should catch the audacious bastard, take as much credit as possible from the clown, and lower the clown's anger.

However, none of them dared to move, because the man in front of them felt too familiar to them.

Like.

The Joker.

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