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

Suddenly, Fast restrained his aura that could make people bend their backs unconsciously.

"I thought about it... In fact, Batman is not so important. We can play games without Batman. Why does it have to be him?" Fast said with a smile.

Fast jumped down from the table, playing with the knife in his hand, and walked to Matcha Malone with steps, reaching out his arms to hug Matcha Malone's neck as intimately as before.

His head was close to Bruce's head, and his warm breath sprayed against Bruce's ear. Bruce wanted to avoid it, but Fast held his head and couldn't move.

Fast maintained a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows were high, and his dark eyes had discovered a secret light, and there was a deep smile inside.

Fast's lips brushed against Bruce's ear inadvertently, and there was a whisper that only Bruce could hear, coming from the clown's low, joyful voice.

He said.

"You think I'm right? Bruce Wayne? Batman?"

Yes, Fast found out that Marlon Match was Batman, just as he casually swept through the crowd.

Noticing the familiar gray-blue eyes hidden in the crowd, between the lightning and the flint, the thinking became so clear and bright——

Why didn't he feel familiar with those gray-blue pupils, which were as cold and deep as before, with violence sandwiched between them?

Only one person in Gotham can have those intoxicating gray-blue eyes.

Who else but Batman could?

Fast thought a little annoyed, he should have guessed it a long time ago, it's actually easy to guess, isn't it?Batman is already here.

Who would send someone to spy on the Hooters and do nothing?Who will be the guy who stumbles in Batman's footsteps?Batman has not shown up for a long time, what is the only crisis he may fall into.

Naturally, he was already trapped at the scene, otherwise how could Batman not come.

Only he can.

"Batman, you've been here a long time ago. Why didn't you say it? I've been waiting for you long enough. Huh?" Fast complained in a low voice in Bruce's ear.

In the eyes of outsiders, the clown and Match Malone are only very close, and there is no sense of disobedience, because the clown has shown interest and intimacy with Match Malone from the very beginning.

Bruce glances at Fast gloomily, fists clenched, and says nothing.

Immediately, Fast looked at the hostage in the hall. He squinted his eyes, with two canine teeth against his lower lip, and an evil smile.

"Now, gentlemen. I've decided that we're not going to wait any longer for the Black Rider. Perhaps it's time for us to take the hostages to the woodlands now? It must be very interesting for the hunter to become the hunted."

As soon as Fast's words came out, the hostages quickly entered a state of panic.

They know what the clown means, and they signed up last night to be game (kids) dropped by the hunters hunting owl club.

But now that the clown has hijacked the Owl Club, obviously the clown has known what the Owl Club is doing for a long time, and now he wants to use the project prepared by the Owl Club on them intact.

For the first time they hated the 'new entertainment' borrowed from outside by the Court of Owls.

Bruce was about to get up when Fast pressed his shoulder.

He leaned into Bruce's ear again, and lifted Bruce's slightly stubbled chin with his fingers.

He jokingly said lightly, "Little Bat, where is your Batmobile parked? Do you need me to bring you a Batsuit?"

His voice was low and soft with a slightly curly ending, and he deliberately rolled the three words "little bat" in his mouth.

Fast's voice was filled with unconcealed flattery and amusedness. Batman, who usually does his best, can only be his hostage now. How could he not feel gloating?

Fast's words didn't make any sense at all, he didn't believe Bruce Wayne would tell him about the location of the Batmobile.And let him get the batsuit as he said.

Who are you kidding, it's more likely that the Joker will just blow up the Batmobile.

Fast withdrew his hand and stood up straight, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to straighten his bow tie, and was about to order his subordinates to take all the hostages, including Bruce Wayne, to the forest hunting ground in the background.

A huge, powerful hand grabs his palm, and Bruce grabs Fast's hand with brute force and pulls him back one by one with ease.

Fast's leg hit the armrest of the sofa, and the whole person rolled directly into the sofa and fell into Bruce's chest. His hard chest muscles hit Fast's butterfly bone and hurt.

Fast's hand was locked behind him by Bruce, Bruce's head rested on one of Fast's shoulders, and his chin sank into Fast's obvious neck.

Every time Fast took a breath, the sticky stubble would pierce his skin through the fabric of his clothes. It didn't hurt, but it was very itchy, so he could only stiffen and hold his breath.

He kept his head up, squinting at Bruce's face covered by a metal mask, still revealing the cold and angular chin.

Bruce lowered his head, and for the first time, those gray-blue eyes did not have the ice slag and violence that Fast was familiar with.

Those gray-blue eyes wrapped by long curly eyelashes were full of emotions that overflowed, which Fast couldn't understand, which almost drowned him.

Bruce's sexy lips had a gorgeous smile, and the full lips were close to Fast's trembling earlobes.

Bruce said with a half-smile, "If I say yes."

A deep voice exploded in Faster's ear.

good?what's good?To get the Batsuit?

At the same time, Bruce blew lightly into Faster's ear, and the tingling sensation burned his entire ear red, and it spread quickly throughout his body, Faster shuddered.

"What—" He couldn't hold back his voice, but his voice softened in the next second.

Because Bruce's big hand held his protruding spine, the numbness and sense of crisis rushed from the tailbone all the way up to the scalp, and then spread to the whole body through the nerves under the scalp. Almost at this moment, Fast lost his ability to resist.

Fast raised his head and panted, his dark eyes narrowed, and Bruce's smiling face was reflected in the trembling eyes.

The hand cut back by Bruce couldn't help struggling violently, and moved the palm bigger than himself even harder.

Bruce's hand holding his spine was not light, it was a little sore, more of an uncomfortable numbness.

"Be quiet." Bruce said with a smile, his lips pressed against Fast's ear ambiguously, and pinched Fast's tailbone.

Feeling Fast's body limp and slumped in his arms, those gray-blue eyes without any emotion, lightly glanced at the clown gang thugs who were secretly watching because of the clown's voice.

"Do you want them to hear that their boss is being molested by a 'friend' they just met?"

Bruce's threatening words with a smiling voice reached Fast's ears, and Fast naturally understood what Bruce meant.

If you don't want to lose face and let everyone know that Gotham's prince of crime, The Joker, is being harassed by a third-rate bad guy, it's best to keep it low-key.

Fast gritted his teeth, remembering how long he would still be the clown.

He pulled out a somewhat distorted smile viciously, raised his head slightly, and whispered in Bruce's ear, "Fuck you, Batman."

Fast was bullied miserably, his dark eyes were covered by a thin layer of water mist, covering up the ferocious gaze and killing intent, making him look pitiful.

Like a cat that has had its teeth pulled out and only blows up its fur and body, a meowing bravado, he's nothing but that.

Bruce's smile deepened, ignoring Fast's swear words, he moved ambiguously but said coldly in Fast's ear: "Now, get out of here, before I do more."

At the same time, Bruce's teeth gritted Fast's earlobe attached to his lips, and the warm moist feeling of the earlobe told Fast that this was not an illusion.

Fast sat up straight, his pupils shrunk into a small spot, and his expression of raising his head could be regarded as unbelievable. The second-time injured earlobe completely lost its ability to function, and it buzzed.

Only then did Fast realize that Bruce had let go of him, and he kindly grabbed his body that was about to slide off him.

Fast reacted, he immediately jumped away from the sofa covering his poor ear, squinting his eyes and staring at Match Malone, who was still sitting on the sofa with his head half down, looking innocent and doing nothing.

The burning feeling on his face is undoubtedly his flushed face. Fortunately, the white paint on his face is thick enough to cover his face, but the ears are not so lucky.He gritted his back molars calmly, secretly regretting that he shouldn't tease Batman. After all, Bruce Wayne is a famous playboy in Gotham besides Batman.

Since this title exists, even if it is for show, Bruce Wayne is much better than himself in this respect. The price paid for the behavior just now made Fast dare not get close to Bruce.

He guessed that for a long time, as long as his ears were touched, he would feel weak all over.

Fast knew that some parts of different people were very sensitive, but he didn't feel much when he touched them himself, and he hadn't been particularly close to people, so he didn't care much until just now.

Recalling the experience just now, Fast couldn't help swearing silently, is this what Batman should do?so bad.

Fast's red earlobes are not obvious in this dim environment, but certain beasts can always see details that ordinary people cannot see.

I have been paying attention to the movement of the clown, and seeing the clown can be regarded as jumping away in shock, and the appearance of covering one ear now, leaving the red one ear.

Killer Crocodile felt confused, his golden animal pupils flickered, and then he asked his question: "Boss, why are your ears red?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone looked at Fast.

Fast: ...

Bruce: ...poof.

There was a smile on the corner of Bruce's mouth, look, it wasn't that he didn't want to save face for the clown, it was that the subordinates of the clown gang didn't want to save face for their boss.

The corner of Fast's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help thinking, why did he send Harry away, because she was so annoying?

Now that he regrets it, is there still a chance?At least Harry knows how to read his words and scruples about his face.

It seems that Killer Crocodile's IQ and EQ have dropped rapidly since he stopped turning back into a human being, and he was pissed off after two visits like this.

Fast opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, which he licked with the tip of his scarlet tongue.

"Oh, this... I just had some embarrassing things with my 'good friend' Match Malone..." Fast deliberately emphasized the word 'good friend'.

"What shameful thing?" It sounded like Killer Crocodile was going to get to the bottom of it.

The people around seemed to be indifferent, but in fact they all pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on the clown's gossip.

Fast smiled shyly. He maintained a cute and shy smile, but the expression in his eyes became colder and colder.

"Are you even taking care of my private life now? Old Crocodile. I think maybe I should reassign you. You will be very suitable to be a kindergarten teacher."

"Do you really want to know?"

Fast said casually: "Then I said, he wants to fuck me, and I promised him that if he can survive the next event, he can spend the night with me."

Bruce: ...

Immediately afterwards, Fast glanced coldly at the group of hostages who watched the show and wanted to hear gossip. "Or should I now be paid to cut off your ears?"

Faster's words finally frightened the spectators, and they immediately lowered their heads and pretended that they didn't exist.

The author has something to say: Xiaofa, Xiaofa is the kind of person who seems to know a lot, but actually has 0 actual combat experience.

But Bruce is a person who seems to know a lot, but actually knows a lot.

Bruce's tit-for-tat directly stunned Xiaofa. This little idiot insisted on teasing Bruce in the field that Bruce is best at.

And, pinching the spine will make you unable to move, because my cat will suddenly stop when you pat its spine, then stand up, and it will bark in excitement if you pat it repeatedly.

It's too harsh, so I apply it directly (ruthless)

And congratulations to Batman for letting 2 chase 3 to win the game! ! !