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

In a room dressed like a circus, streamers, hula hoops, balloons, various types of inflatable balls and inflatable hammers of different sizes.

Wearing a shirt and a vest, Fast hummed a little tune and smeared his face with his dirty fingers. Outside the door were soldiers of the Clown Gang standing guard with guns.

From time to time, they looked at the clown who was seriously putting on makeup in front of the mirror decorated with colored lights in the door, and then checked the time.

He used a small brush to create a circle of black shadow around the eyes.

"Boss, it's 6 o'clock." The clown helper standing outside the door and looking at his watch hastily called out.

Fast shook his hand and wiped some dye, he rolled his eyes, wiped off the excess, and swallowed the roar that was already suppressed in his throat.

"Where's that girl, Harley?"

"Boss Harley and Poison Ivy have signaled at 05:30 and are ready."

Fast put on lipstick, wiped off the excess, got up, picked up the coat hanging behind him and put it on, and picked up the cane that was thrown on the ground.

"Let's go, gentlemen." The clown whistled lightly, the makeup and green hair on his face had covered his original appearance.

"Kill those fat birds that can only shrink in the dark."

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7:00 P.M.

The Owl Club has already opened its doors. Due to the new event to be held tonight, people gathered early, and they sat in the lobby to discuss tonight's event cheerfully.

In the club, members of the Owl Court are arranging personnel and dealing with the idiots who ask her about specific matters—

Can't those idiots read?Didn't the activities for them last night write clearly, do you have to keep annoying her in the current gathering state?

Couldn't they just be drinking and talking about the last asshole thing they did, as they always do?

When she was so busy that she received a harassing phone call, the irritability in her heart reached its peak.

She still maintained the elegance of her movements, but there was a little more impatience in her movements.She picked up the gilded, quaint rotary phone and connected it.

"Hey?"

Instead of the traditional opening used by salesmen with foreign accents, what came over the phone was a long burst of laughter.

The laughter was sharp and hoarse, but it made the woman's heart tremble.

This voice will feel extremely familiar and terrifying to anyone in Gotham.

Joker.

She thought of the recent court decision, Joker is now coming to her because of their actions.

It's not that the Owl Court has caught orphans in Joker's territory in the past and cultivated them into sharp claws. Joker's attitude towards this has always been very relaxed.

Turn a blind eye to their actions, because Joker doesn't give a damn about those filthy brats.

But they caught too many orphans this time, so is this Joker's warning to them?

The woman swallowed her saliva, settled down, and planned to talk to Joker.

In the next second, the door was broken by a strong heat flow, and the fragments of the door were blown everywhere. At this moment, screams and exclamations were superimposed with the sound of the fragments exploding.

The smell of gunpowder poured in from the blasted open door, followed by thugs wearing clown masks. They rushed into the venue with weapons in their hands, and quickly and accurately distributed them at every entrance and exit.

The owl-masked 'gentlemen' and 'ladies' who had maintained their elegant, eager conversations could no longer maintain their dignified faces, screaming and being forced to sit where they were at gunpoint.

The clown stood against the light at the door, the wind blew his clothes and hair, and the dusk coated his edges with a faint golden light. He had a polite smile on his face, and held a smoking bazooka upward with his arms.

Apparently it was he who blasted the door open just now.

"I don't think the phone can show my sincerity. Maybe coming in person will show my sincerity?" The clown said loudly first, and he naturally said this to the woman who answered his phone.

Oh, he saw the way the woman's cloudy blue eyes widened under the owl mask, and she must not have guessed that he was at the door.

That's what the clown planned, by surprise, without giving them any time to react and prepare.

The clown blinked, first fanned the flying dust with his hand, then bent his fingers and pretended to knock on the door that no longer existed.

"Hi - this is the Clown Gang Express. Here's your order of the Clown Gang, and I don't think any of you can get out of here today."

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the clown pouted. "Well, so indifferent."

Then the expression on his face returned to an excited smile again, and he stepped into the Owl Club with long legs.

The clown clapped his hands and instructed: "Gentlemen, it's time to move, take out your gas now, be careful, don't let any of our audience be affected, after all, they are the highlight of today, they are 'innocent' Well..."

On instructions from the clown, the thugs pulled the gas from their clothes, loaded the bullets, and threw the gas into hallways and vents.

Within a few minutes, many guards wearing owl masks and holding guns came out. Their movements and voices revealed panic, and they were forced out by the gas.

There were coughing and gunshots in the long corridor, and the guards of the Court of Owls, cornered by gas, walked into the clown's ambush.

They ran out of the corridor in panic and panic, and countless sparking muzzles crackled and fired at them, with no way forward and no way back.

This is exactly what Fast had predicted long ago. He appeared in the club last night, but he did not just witness the 'Golden Hunting Ground'.

The smell of warm blood and the hot gunpowder of the muzzle mixed into a strange and pleasant smell. The blood flowed into the dark ground, and looked no different from ordinary water under the illumination of colorful lights.

The clown took a deep breath, almost getting drunk from the smell that fascinated him.

He squinted his eyes, tiptoed as if he was dancing, turned his body and walked towards the hall, his crooked appearance seemed to fall, but miraculously kept his pace.

The clown walked up to a sitting lady. He kept a gentleman's smile, propped his hands on both sides of the sofa, and leaned in front of the lady with his pale face that had appeared countless times in Gotham news and nightmares.

"Ma'am, if possible, can you give me your seat please?"

This woman was holding her breath like the people around her who were pointed at guns, but when the clown came to her, she was completely eroded by the fear and oppression brought by the clown.

She was almost fainted by the scare of the clown, she completely lost her ability to respond, her eyes were trembling with loss of focus, and her whole body was trembling, cold sweat mixed with the foundation on her face, turning into a cloudy color .

Those out-of-focus eyes just reflected the clown.

The clown sniffled, with a decidedly uninterested expression on his face, and just when everyone thought he was going to shoot the lady, the clown just got back up and changed the target.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked up, or set his eyes on the member of the Owl Court who was in charge of this event and sat on the top.

The members of the court of owls themselves do not have particularly strong combat effectiveness. Their strength lies in their brains and the sharp claws they cultivated.

But now, in situations of absolute repression, the mind is not so useful.

Fortunately, the woman quietly sent a signal to the headquarters before the clown gang broke in, asking for support.

The woman glanced at the clown calmly. She found that the clown didn't pay attention to her behavior, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

As the name suggests, the Owl Court is a multi-family organization, and the information she typed just now summed up her thoughts on targeting clowns. 13/5, most of the members agreed with her idea.

Then they will execute it immediately, sending the largest number of idle Talons in the organization to the Court of Owls.

In a few moments the club will be surrounded by the owl's talons.

With so many sharp claws, they must be able to kill the clown, which is several times more people than the clown brought out.

And the owl's sharp claws are well-trained killers, much better than the clown gang of desperate thugs.

They are professionally trained, unlike these unorganized and undisciplined guys.

If it is possible, then this will be a temporary sniper attack against the clown. If they can take this opportunity, they can use the clown to attack the owl club's negligence of the outside world and kill the clown.

Then Gotham will reshuffle the cards, and they will become the real and complete masters of Gotham, and they can elect anyone to become a puppet.

Instead of doing anything like now, you have to worry about Joker.

This may be an opportunity.

The Court of Owls can now have its own piece of heaven in Gotham, largely due to chance.

Gotham is a city full of opportunities, if you want to become the real king of Gotham.

Learning how to fight for opportunities and seize opportunities is a very important step.

If there is no opportunity, then create an opportunity.

It's been almost 10 minutes now, and in the early 10s at most, the Talon will arrive at the scene, and...

Kill the clown at great cost, the claws can be cultivated, but the clown only has one.

So the woman remained silent, and she needed to delay as much as possible to ensure that the claws could reach the club.

But now the Joker is spreading fear around, as he always does, with a lot of mischief, which he never tires of.

So the woman doesn't have to do anything, she just needs to try not to attract the clown's attention now.

The clown's eyes turned, sweeping over those who lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

They are deeply afraid that they will become the next target of the clown, and they dare not bet on whether they will be as lucky as the last woman.

This is a clown, moodiness is the hallmark of a clown, who knows what he will think in the next second.

The clown's eyes wandered around and settled on a certain man.

The man was wearing a dull black suit, his legs were spread out on both sides of the sofa, his hands were on the armrests of the sofa, and his fists were clenched.

His black hair was meticulously combed behind his head, and half of his face was covered by a golden owl mask. He lowered his head, revealing only his tall nose bridge and tight lips that were half covered by the mask.

His actions are different from most of the other people around who are afraid of clowns, shrink their bodies as much as possible, and reduce their own existence.

It doesn't look like fear, but more like anxiety.

The author has something to say: Xiaofa: Why is this guy not afraid of me?So interesting.

Match Malone/Bat/Bruce Wayne: Dangerous.