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

A powerful big hand grabbed Fast's wrist with considerable force, pinching Fast's protruding wrist bone for a while.

Batman forcefully moved Faster's hand away, and with the other hand he took the blade out of Faster's hand.

Batman snapped his fingers back and shot out the blade. The silver blade was placed in the alley and disappeared in an instant.

Fast raised his eyebrows and stared at Batman. Batman obviously only showed his chin and tight lips, but Fast understood what he meant.

Fast let go of the pressure of his hand, and Batman let go of his hand seeing this.

"Keep him? Are you sure? This guy will definitely betray you." Fast's tone was light, and no emotion could be heard.

He didn't seem to care at all what Batman was doing.

Yes, of course he doesn't care.

Because even if Batman doesn't let him kill Tom, he still has ways to keep Tom from speaking. Who says he must be killed?

Fast gave an evil grin, and the green eyes had a sly golden-brown gleam.

"Oh~ Poor guy." Fast skillfully spoke that sweet and lightly teasing, beating and joking tone.

"The scarred bat is betrayed by the city he loves and protects, and he can only mix with the biggest enemy in his life. Does this make you feel more angry?"

Fast looked at Batman expectantly, hoping that Batman would be angered by his words, however, there was only peace in Batman's blue eyes.

As if it was predicted that Joker would help him.

But this is not what makes Fast the most angry. Batman's eyes also have no resentment towards the Gotham citizens clamoring to kill him, nor hatred towards the mastermind behind the scenes.

It's just nothing, as if nothing that's happening right now is enough to move Batman.

Even though this thing, put on anyone, is enough to break that person, 'anyone' is always except Batman.

Fast feels worthless for Batman, for these Gotham people, but he also clearly realizes that Batman can never disappear from all sentient beings, if Batman is moved, then he is no longer Batman.

It was such tangled thoughts that had been filling Fast's brain, making him feel irritable and unhappy.

He needs an outlet, but so far it seems only Batman.

Fast gritted his teeth.

He wished it was Batman forcing him, giving him two punches, or some other violence that Batman was good at threatening Fast to help him, instead of expressing everything calmly like he was now.

Fast glared at Batman, he stomped his feet twice, and said viciously: "Batman, we are old enemies, old enemies! Can you respect our antagonistic relationship?"

Like holding my neck and forcing me to help you or something.

Fast will help Batman, but he doesn't want to admit that he 'voluntarily' wants to help Batman.

Batman's eyes were still calm, which frustrated Fast.

Fast bent down to relax his spine as if he was exhausted, called Harley and signaled her to pick up Tom, and then took Batman to the safe house.

After entering the safe house, Fast threw the medicine kit in front of Batman, and he walked out of the safe house with a mop to clean up the blood left by Batman.

Fast mopped the floor expressionlessly while his heart was bubbling.

He is like an old lady, haha, old lady of the clown brand, this joke must be rated as one of Gotham's top ten best jokes.

When Fast returned to the safe house, Bruce had already taken off his battle suit and was busy treating the abdominal wound.

Bruce gets a clear cognition from Fast's performance.

That is, Fast Hepburn believed and knew that everything that happened today was not done by Bruce Wayne.

It's a bit ironic that the old enemy is the only one who believes in Batman when the whole Gotham suspects Batman.

Bruce didn't contact Alfred, because the man behind the incident obviously knew everything about Batman and Gotham.

Calling Ah Fu rashly may cause trouble to the upper body. More importantly, Bruce can't imagine losing Ah Fu, his only relative without blood in this world.

Batman is processing the wound, and the information is being processed in his head at the same time.

Fast went out as the Joker, obviously there is something to do tonight, Batman staying next to the Joker can limit the Joker's activities.

Fast is well aware that Batman is taking advantage of this, and he's feeling pretty pissed off.

Since both parties knew each other's identities, Bruce simply took off the armor and helmet on his body, and he casually threw pieces of armor worth over ten thousand on the ground.

This reminded Fast of the night in the freezer of the Freeze Man, and so did Batman.

Fast couldn't help being sour, the world of the rich.

In order to facilitate the treatment of the wound, Batman grabbed the sides of the black bottoming shirt and raised his arms to take off the blood-soaked black shirt.

Fast threw the mop away, leaned against the door and stared at Batman with folded arms, or rather, raped Bruce Wayne without any scruples.

There is no light in the room, only the moonlight from the window——

Most of the citizens probably went to the city center to make troubles. The sky in this area has not been dyed yellow, but is still cruel, desolate and cold white.

Bruce Wayne was under the moonlight, his sweat-soaked hair fell casually on his forehead, his thick eyebrows were severely pressed down, and there were two wrinkles between his forehead due to the frowning of his eyebrows.

Inside the thick, curly dark feathers are a pair of deep blue-gray eyes, filled with ice balls, reflecting the half of Faust's body melting into the darkness not far away.

Bruce's pale lips were tightly pursed, and the sharp-edged outline was tightly stretched, and Faster couldn't help but marvel in his heart because he was still so handsome.

Damn, all good-looking people are going to be masked vigilantes these days, right?

Looking at Bruce's figure, every strong muscle is entrenched in its proper position. Bruce's muscles are tense, and it is obvious that his nerves are also tense.

A moderate amount of hair on the body will not make people feel disgusting, but it will increase the masculinity.

The pale moonlight hit Bruce's body, a cold and greasy feeling like cream, and the sweat beads soaked in the moonlight slid down the lines of Bruce's muscles, making him look like a plaster statue carefully carved in the rain.

With his clothes off, Bruce Wayne looks very strong, but in a suit, Bruce looks slender and tall.

Looking at such a scene, Fast's mouth was dry for a while, and he unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip.

Immediately afterwards, Fast heard a muffled grunt from Bruce Wayne, and he immediately looked away in fright.

After a while, Bruce didn't move, and Fast realized that Bruce was hurt by the wound, not because he raped him.

Faster glanced at the wound on Bruce's left abdomen, and he couldn't help but gasp.

It was a wound about the size of a young girl's palm. The skin near the blood hole was a necrotic reddish black, and the circle around the blood hole was burnt gray black.

Judging by the shape and location of the wound.

This was a penetrating wound, pierced directly through the front abdomen, and the bullet remained in the abdomen, biased towards the back.

Batman sensed the attack and evaded the damage urgently, minimizing the damage, which was the edge of the abdomen without organs.

But it also proves that the enemy has a high level of understanding of Batman, because the Batsuit is bulletproof, he knows this, and in order to deal with Batman, he made special exquisite armor-piercing bullets.

This is a special bullet, when it touches the flesh, it explodes and smashes the flesh inside, similarly, the high temperature of the bullet cooks the nearby skin.

This is three times more pain than ordinary penetrating injuries. If it was Fast, he might be rolling all over the floor in pain now.

However, Batman didn't have any changes in his face or body except for his frowning. He even hijacked a car on the road with such a mutilated body.

Oh my God, he is indeed a Batman with full willpower.

Bruce opened the medicine box and took out the things he needed. He unscrewed the disinfectant alcohol and poured it on his wound.

But because the wound was too painful and affected Bruce's operation, half of the disinfectant was splashed on the sofa.

Oh at least Bruce's body isn't as calm as Bruce's perfectly controlled microexpressions.

Watching Bruce's movements, Fast had a feeling of empathy, and he felt a pain in his left abdomen.

It's not wise for Batman to treat his wounds this way.

Although it can achieve the effect of quickly treating the wound, the disinfectant should not touch the bright red flesh inside, which will not only hurt but also cause infection and fever.

Faster looked away, went to the bathroom and washed his hands with antiseptic hand sanitizer. He dried his hands and squatted beside Batman, taking tweezers and cotton swabs from the medicine cabinet.

"Please, let me do it, Mr. Bat. If you die in my house because you don't treat your wound well, I will be a big sinner in Gotham."

Fast used the words that the clown usually speaks, but his tone was not the sharpness of the clown, but a calm voice.

Faster paused, thinking of Batman's current situation of being invincible.

Fast couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said in a teasing tone: "Oh, maybe it's Gotham's great hero."

After saying this, Fast lowered his head and concentrated on holding the cotton with tweezers, and dipped it in disinfectant to disinfect Bruce's wound.

I don't know if he was amused by Faster's words, or because he didn't want to hear Faster continue to push him anymore, Bruce actually let out a chuckle.

This chuckle was very close, and the breath sprayed in Faster's ear, and the magnetic voice was a little low and tired.

Fast's scalp was numb, and the hand holding the tweezers paused for a moment before continuing to disinfect. The pain caused by the disinfectant touching the wound was far more severe than before.

Fast could feel Bruce's tense body momentarily.

He quickly sterilized the wound, and then used cotton swabs and tweezers to clean up the minced meat around the edge of Bruce's wound. Some meat was not completely shredded, and they were still connected to the nerves.

Fast will cut up the minced meat and get it out.

Bruce was leaning on the sofa, his hands were clutching the sides of the single sofa because of the pain, his face was slightly distorted due to the pain of dealing with the wound.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Fast, his old enemy calmly.

Fast is still wearing the purple, very representative purple suit, but the makeup on his face has been cleaned off when he washes his hands just now, along with the green wig on top of his head.

Down at this angle, Bruce can only see the top of Fast's dark hair and part of his cheek.

He could see Fast's furrowed eyebrows, slightly trembling eyelashes, and a small part of the tip of his nose.

Fast was very serious about helping him clean the wound, and it was rare for the two of them not to pinch each other in such an environment where there was only each other.

Bruce decided to enjoy this for a while, and he didn't have the energy to fight the Joker anymore, at least not right now.

If the Joker hadn't become a criminal in the first place, he thought, Batman and the Pale Knight would have been very good friends.

The author has something to say: the second update.

Today's short piece is about swimming trunks that dissolve in water.

If Xiaofa tricked the bat into wearing swimming trunks that dissolve in water, Xiaofa would laugh out loud because of the fantasy in his head before the bat went into the sea, and then Batman would find out and beat him up.

If it was Xiaofa who put on the swimming trunks that melted in water, that would be another story.

It refers to shooting guns in the water or something.