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

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fast finally saw the lights on the ground again, and he quickly distinguished the area he was in through the surrounding buildings.

Fortunately, this is an industrial area, and there are no pedestrians on the road. Fast Inquiry System learned that it is already 1 o'clock in the evening.

They did waste too much time in Gotham's underworld.

It was so long that Fast always felt that after he came out, there was still that musty smell belonging to the sewer in his nostrils.

Looking at it now.

A clown carrying Batman is an absolutely impossible combination from the outside world.Even Fast hadn't thought about the possibility of this combination before tonight.

It's all to blame for Batman, if he didn't suddenly break into his negotiation with Freeze, at this point Fast should be lying on the sofa with popcorn and watching the nightly entertainment news.

Instead, he's forced to walk around with Batman on his shoulders, as if he wouldn't be content if no passerby noticed them.

Why don't we just leave Batman here.

Fast did what he said, and as soon as he let go of Batman's hand, Batman, who barely kept standing with Fast holding his hand, fell to the ground.

As soon as the weight on his body lightened, Fast immediately relaxed. He raised his arms to stretch his body, took off his suit jacket and vest, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons.

The sweat that looked shiny under the street lamp muddied part of the oil paint on Faster's face, sliding down the hollow of the collarbone.

Who would wear a three-piece suit on a hot day?Just clown.

Fast picked up the clothes and put them on his arms, and was about to leave with his feet.

The appearance of Batman in the refrigerator flashed before his eyes. Batman gave him his cloak to keep out the cold, and then they leaned against each other to absorb each other's temperature, and Fast also had a rare good sleep.

Fast's feet were hanging in the air, but they were retracted again, his fists were clenched and then loosened, his face was expressionless.

Damn Batman.

Apparently, Batman owes Fast a favor by Batman's self-indulgent behavior.

What he did, rescue Batman from the freezer, dragged him out of the dangerous underworld, paid off the favor?

If it was the Joker, he would leave Batman without hesitation and leave the scene.

But as Fast, he couldn't do it, even if this favor was theoretically imposed on him by Batman.

Had he destroyed the freezer with the hydraulic blaster in the first place, Batman wouldn't have fallen down from the radioactive material.

So Fast is jointly and severally liable, and he must pay off this favor, at least to ensure Batman's safety.

Fast stomped his feet in frustration, and he glared fiercely at the unconscious Batman lying on the ground.

Leave Batman here, who knows what will happen to Batman, there are too many people who hate Batman in Gotham, maybe he will be sold to the underground black market.

Want a Batman slave? $100 to start the auction.

Thinking of this, Fast couldn't help laughing. He stared at Batman's sleeping face, and suddenly took out an oil-based watercolor pen from his suit pants.

Fast squatted furtively beside Batman's face. He leaned next to Batman, lowered his head to observe Batman, his forehead hair fell with his movements, and he flicked it casually.

Batman's eyes that always hide frost and violence are covered by two thin eyelids, and the exposed thin lips are tightly pressed even in deep sleep.

Batman always looked serious, even when unconscious, and Fast had never seen him look anything but deadpan.

The burden on Batman's shoulders is so heavy that he can't smile anymore, and Gotham will change a person forever.

Fast thought a little sadly.

At the same time, calmly paint on Batman's exposed chin and half of his face.

In the next second, he saw the pair of eyes that he described just now as "eyes with deep frost and violence" staring straight at him.

His slightly demented expression was reflected in the beautiful glass eyes.

Oh wow.

Then Faster was strangled by Batman's powerful hand, including a part of the mandible's neck, and just for a moment, the world spun, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily.

He went from active to passive.

Batman used about [-]% to [-]% of his strength, and the sharp pain mixed with dull pain stimulated Fast's scalp and sensory nerves, and goose bumps all over his body.

His whole body has been suppressed by Batman, Batman's legs are kneeling on his abdomen, pressing on Faster so that he cannot get up, one hand grabs Faster's hands and raises them above his head.

His eyes were full of blood, and his vision had not yet fully recovered. In the blood, he saw his own image reflected in Batman's cold eyes.

"What are you trying to do, Joker." Batman leaned closer to Fast and growled at him.

Fast tried to struggle, but he shook his head, but became more and more faint. Batman's angry and distrustful voice made Fast even more irritable.

OK, so that's what he got for all the effort to get Batman out?

"What do I want to do? I want to do a lot." Fast maintained a smile, squinting his eyes, staring at Batman in front of him through the slits, his tone was light.

"What? Are you going to kill me? Oh, you should have done it a long time ago. You have to know that thousands of people have died because of me, and countless people have become potential criminals because of me. Gotham, your beloved city, do more damage, you should kill me."

Batman didn't have the patience to listen to what Fast said this time, and violent thoughts filled his brain.

As a psychoanalyst once asked him, is Batman attracted to violence while fighting criminals?

Batman can say with certainty, yes, he is deeply attracted by violence, gentleness will only be slaughtered in Gotham, fists are the truth of Gotham, Batman has always understood that he 'loves' violence, He doesn't deny it.

So Batman didn't hesitate to hit Fast's nose with a head hammer.

Bright red nosebleeds flowed from his nose, and Fast laughed out loud almost instantly, without any warning. Before that, he didn't even smile.

At the same time, Fast opened his lips, stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, and licked Batman's thumb that was wrapped in a black glove on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, before Batman could react, Fast suddenly held Batman's thumb, and he glanced at Batman provocatively.

Feeling the wet feeling from his thumb, Batman's brain suddenly shut down.

His pupils shrank and stared at the green-haired lunatic who was pressed under him.

Her green hair was randomly scattered on her forehead, and on her oil-painted face, one could see the thick curly black eyelashes and the forest-colored eyes wrapped in dark feathers, which reflected her own figure.

A trickle of blood was pouring from his nose, down the curve of his lips and the curve of Batman's fingers.

The red lips were opened wide, revealing some white teeth and a clean mouth, especially two sharp canines, one of which was resting on Batman's finger.

Noticing that Batman was examining his mouth, Fast even stretched out his tongue and wrapped it around Batman's thumb docilely. He lowered his eyes and carefully licked around his thumb, feeling indescribably confused and lustful.

Immediately afterwards, he bit it hard, and blood splashed in Fast's mouth immediately.

There was only one expression on that thin face with prominent cheekbones.

provocative.

Batman frowned, Faster used a lot of energy, perhaps in retaliation for his hammer just now, Faster's teeth had already hit his phalanges, and he couldn't get his fingers out of Faster's finger by stirring. out of Te's mouth.

A lot of blood mixed with saliva, as Batman's sloppy movements gushed out of the gap.

So Batman let go of the hand holding Fast's hands, clenched into a fist, and punched Fast in the cheek, and Fast finally let go.

他的脸被揍得歪向一边，那挨了一拳头的脸颊以肉眼可见的速度肿了起来，法斯特舔了舔被磕破的口腔内膜，连牙齿都有些许松动。

He quickly pulled out the leather knife pinned to his waist and pointed it at Batman's waist with his backhand. The knife was knocked down by Batman and fell in the distance.

At the same time, Batman stretched out two iron hands to wrap around Fast's neck, and quickly closed them.

The sudden lack of air made Fast's sense of resistance and crisis tense to the extreme. The faint shadow under him swayed slightly and quietly gathered behind Batman. It raised its sharp claws and waited for Fast. The command.

Then Fast pressed it hard, and the Nightmare sank again into the realm of shadows.Faster suppressed several resisting thoughts in his body, and licked his chapped lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, making those lips become crimson and moist again.

He smiled, and the smile became more and more exaggerated, the corners of his mouth were about to reach the ears, and he used the oppressed, remaining air in his lungs to squeeze out intermittent voices.

"HAHAHAHAHA...Comeon—"

"Killme, batman.."

"Please kill me—"

Fast's voice was hoarse to the extreme, but with almost crazy persistence. In the end, he lost his voice due to the force in his throat, but he still spoke his request silently.

At this moment, Fast didn't think about anything, he didn't think about his goal of living for a long time when he came to this world, and he forgot the palpitations when he died last time.

He has only one idea, let Batman kill him, let Batman be the next him, the next Joker.

I want Batman to fall, let Batman lose that ridiculous hope and justice, and come to the real world.

Brutal, hopeless and disgusting, unsaved, no one can.

Welcome to Gotham.

Fast gave up struggling completely, he spread his hands, his dark feathers closed his dark eyes, and the smile on his face converged into a satisfied smile.

Fast was lying on the ground so quietly, with a contented smile on his lips, as if he had died.

Batman's pupils contracted suddenly, he let go of his hand in a panic, and moved away the leg that was pressing on Faster's abdomen.

Fast immediately made a coughing sound, and took a big mouthful of air. The stimulation of the aftermath made his heart beat faster than ever.

Hearing Fast's voice, Batman felt a little relieved, but the feeling of shock still persisted.

He clenched his fists to hide his trembling hands, stood up and turned away.

He almost killed Joker.

He almost became 'he' now.

But Joker clearly knew that he would never kill him, maybe one day, but that was definitely not Joker.

Batman glanced at his still trembling palm, and quietly glanced at the clown who was coughing and laughing while rolling on the ground. He got on the Batmobile he summoned and left here.

Not long after Batman left.

Fast stopped laughing, he bent his legs and stared at the dark sky, restrained his smile, his throat was still tingling with itching, he coughed twice from time to time, waiting for his emotions to calm down.

He called the system abruptly.

System: at your service.

Fast: You said Batman...does he look like a scumbag?

System: ... what?

Fast: I'll throw away the dregs when he's done using it.

System indifferent face: Looking forward to serving you next time.

As a system, why should he be called out by the host to listen to the show of affection?It guessed that it won't be long before his host may have hit the bed with Batman.

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At this time, Batman, who had already returned to the Batcave, took off his helmet, brushed his sweat-soaked black hair, and casually sat down on a chair, his palms were still trembling slightly, as if he could still recall Faster's skin Delicate feel and temperature.

He took off his battle suit, and there were two extra items in his belt that didn't belong to him, which were freezing solution.

When did the Joker tuck it in his belt?

Probably after he was unconscious and still awake.

Thinking about it this way, Batman's mood was even more complicated. At that time, he had already forgotten that his purpose was to take the freezing solution, but the Joker helped him recall it, and gave the freezing solution to him while he was not paying attention. he.

What were you doing at that time?Stimulated by the clown, he almost killed him by mistake, killed the person who must not be killed, and killed his bottom line.

Perhaps the clown has changed, he is no longer a villain who does all kinds of evil, and he has a chance to be rescued again.

Batman held the frozen solution, unable to recover for a long time.

Until Alfred came to Batman with supper, the calm expression on Alfred's face touched Bruce's face, he was not calm.

He exclaimed, "Oh, sir, what is that on your face?"

Immediately afterwards, Ah Fu turned his head quickly: "I didn't see anything."

Only then did Bruce bewilder himself and went to look in the mirror. On the bottom left of the face known as the most beautiful face in Gotham, which would be printed in Gotham magazine every time, there was a handwriting left by an oil-based pen .

The clown is here for a visit.

Batman thought blankly, the clown is hopeless, he should be sent to Arkham Asylum.

He picked up a wet towel and wiped the marks on his face.

...cannot be wiped off.

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