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

Fast's green eyes only contained the wounds on Bruce Wayne's body, and he had to concentrate on dealing with this.

He no longer exudes dissatisfaction with Batman, he restrains his malice, and relaxes the sarcasm that rises from the corner of his mouth.

Bruce also stared at Fast for a while and chose to relax. He stared at the sky outside the window in a daze, thinking about the next countermeasures.

Both Fast and Bruce are enjoying this moment, knowing that Batman and Joker have never stopped being concerned and wary of each other for a moment.

As long as they appear in the same place, everyone knows that they will fight.

No one knows that Batman has been trying to save the Joker from the abyss of evil, and no one knows that the Joker hasn't always been a cunning villain.

The vibrating ring of the mobile phone interrupted the brief silence between the two. It was Fast's mobile phone ringing.

Fast raised his eyes subconsciously, and glanced at Bruce who also heard the ringtone and chose to bow his head.

The moment their eyes collided, they looked away at the same time.

Suddenly realizing that his actions seemed to be asking for Bruce's consent, Fast flattened his mouth in disgust.

He put down the tools in his hand and took out his mobile phone from the inside pocket of his tuxedo.

The name displayed on the phone was Tony Stark.Fast raised his eyebrows. It's not a good sign for Tony Stark to call at this time.

It's 3 o'clock in the evening.

Apparently Bruce also saw the name on the phone, and he slowed down his breathing, making sure that Tony Stark couldn't hear his breathing after the call was connected.

Fast counted the time, almost when he was awakened from his sleep, and reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside.

When Fast answered the phone, he pinched his nose with his hands, and the voice he made would have a very strong nasal sound, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"Mr. Stark?" Fast's voice came from the phone with a strong nasal voice.

Hearing Faster's voice made Tony Stark, who had been hanging on his heart, relax slightly. If Faster was sleeping soundly, then he must not be in danger.

"It's good that you're fine." Tony Stark breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Fast coughed twice and cleared his throat, returning to his normal voice, but still a little hoarse.

Fast picked up Bruce's black cloak that had fallen on the ground and rubbed it on the sofa, making the sound as if he had just lifted the quilt.

Thinking of what happened today, Tony Stark frowned fiercely, behind him was Wonder Woman Diana who was searching for Batman's information.

"Something went wrong. Batman leaked the information stored in the watchtower, and blocked the watchtower with a virus. Barry entered the watchtower and was infected by the virus. According to surveillance, he also seriously injured Cyborg."

Tony Stark briefly explained what happened today.

Now everyone in the Justice League can only stay in the Avengers Building in New York, because the unknown virus in the watchtower may infect each of them.

Members of the Justice League dare not open the watchtower easily. If the virus leaks, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fast glanced at Bruce beside him, Bruce frowned, obviously he didn't do this.

"...Is Batman crazy?" Fast asked in disbelief.

"Maybe, now that the superhero has issued a warrant for Batman, the people in the Justice League don't seem to believe that Batman did it, but I have to say that other superheroes will definitely kill him if they catch Batman .”

"You have to be careful, who knows where the next target of this bat maniac will be."

"Okay, I will pay attention. You must also be careful." Fast hung up the phone.

Now Batman's situation can be said to be completely besieged on all sides. No one trusts him. Even if there are, they are those of the Justice League, but the Justice League will obviously be monitored.

S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't give the Justice League any chance of reaching out to Batman to tip off.

Fast couldn't help feeling anxious about Batman's situation, but he still maintained a relaxed expression.

Fast showed a happy expression, he whistled lightly, and stared with interest at Batman, who hadn't relaxed for a moment since he finished the call.

"Poor little bat, you don't even have a companion now. What are you going to do?"

What would Batman think about being betrayed by everyone?feel angry?despair?

However, Bruce's face remained unchanged under Fast's expectant eyes, as if everything that happened now would not overwhelm Batman.

Bruce didn't even give Fester a second look, he just closed his eyes and said two words with his thin lips. "continue."

Fast gave a 'tsk', changed his posture and sat on the ground, picked up the medical equipment and continued to help Bruce treat the wound.

The barbed hooks ejected from this special bullet firmly grasped Bruce's flesh. Fast tried to take it out with tweezers several times but failed to remove it successfully.

Instead, the bullet embedded deeper and deeper, and Bruce gasped in pain several times.

Fast was annoyed, so he simply reached out and pulled out the bullet. He threw the blood-stained bullet on the floor, and the bullet bounced twice and rolled under the sofa.

Fast's actions caused the wound that had finally stopped bleeding to collapse again.

Fast looked at the blood dripping down the back of his hand to the depths of his arm on his finger, and subconsciously leaned his arm closer to his lips.

The tip of his nose was pressed against his arm, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils were suddenly enlarged due to the sudden closeness to the object, and turned dark green, and he stretched out the pinkish tip of his tongue to roll up the falling drops of blood.

Fast's sudden movement made Bruce and Fast stunned at the same time.

Immediately after Fast remembered something, he raised his two blood-stained paws and held them on both sides of his head. His face was tense and his expression was extremely serious.

Seeing Fast's actions, Bruce frowned subconsciously, his muscles tensed again, and the wound was throbbing with pain.

"After that, I touched the phone just now, and I didn't wash my hands when I fetched the bomb for you." Fast blinked innocently. "You won't die directly from a wound infection, will you?"

Batman: "..."

Bruce glanced at Fast with disapproving eyes, which made Fast feel inexplicably guilty.

In order to prevent Batman from really dying because of a small mistake of his own, causing himself to become a sinner through the ages or the savior of Gotham——

In short, it is something that Fast does not want to be.

Fast carefully disinfected Batman's wound again, and applied a hemostatic powder. He poured two painkillers and brought a glass of water to Bruce.

Fast stared at Bruce until he finished the glass of water mixed with the pill, and he felt the jitters again, he'd had enough jitters tonight.

He resents Batman for not suspecting what he's doing, as if Fast is supposed to help him.

Fast shrugged his shoulders with a playful face, his dark eyes were full of malice, and he said, "Aren't you afraid that what you drank was poison? Unfortunately, that pill is a hallucinogen."

Hearing this, Bruce finally set his sights on him, those gray-blue eyes were full of ups and downs, emotions that Faster couldn't understand.

Bruce said blankly: "It's just an ordinary painkiller. And if you wanted to kill me, you would have had many chances to hand me over, but you didn't."

The most important thing is that he has taken painkillers too many times, and he clearly knows that these are painkillers.Bruce added in his mind.

Frustrated by Bruce, Fast sniffs in frustration.

He bandaged Bruce's wound with cotton cloth, then pulled out a roll of bandages, and obediently bandaged Bruce's wound.

Because the bandages had to be wrapped tightly around the shoulders and waist, and Bruce was leaning on the sofa.

Bruce even closed his eyes, looking like he was going to rest.

Fast gritted his teeth.

He simply spread his legs and sat on Bruce's legs that were also spread. Bruce was frightened by the sudden weight on his legs and Fast's sudden movement, and he subconsciously closed his legs.

Fast followed with a jolt, and he grabbed Bruce's hair quickly and almost fell off. Bruce urgently supported Fast's waist to prevent Fast from falling.

With the tingling pain from the scalp, Bruce opened his eyes, and the flames of anger were burning in those ice blue eyes.Bruce yelled at Fast, "Joker, what the hell are you doing?"

Fast leaned back, and said confidently: "Do you think it's convenient for me to bandage you? What's wrong with sitting?"

Bruce still glared at Fast.

Fast narrowed his eyes, and he asked aloud, "Why are you still staring at me?"

There was a dangerous light in Bruce's blue eyes, and his tone was equally dangerous. "hand."

Only then did Fast remember that his hand was still grabbing Bruce's hair, and he let go with an 'oh'.

Fast held the bandage close to Bruce's body, and passed the bandage through Bruce's back with his hand.

Their bodies were very close, and Fast's head rested on Bruce's shoulder, as if lying on Bruce's body.

A fiery body pressed against Bruce from a safe distance, and Bruce's senses were not paralyzed by the pain and the effects of painkillers.

He could clearly feel Fast's two thin legs and the two not-so-full buttocks pressing against his thighs, and whether Fast's smooth chin rubbed against his shoulder.

Every feeling was magnified in his immobility.

Bruce's brain is constantly warning him that the person lying on top of him is very dangerous, and he needs to be vigilant, or he can directly knock Fast down and hit him on the back of the neck to make him lose consciousness and get out of the dangerous situation.

But at the same time, another part is clamoring to overthrow this daring lunatic and do something normal people should do.

The most irritating thing is that Fast didn't feel this at all, he just bandaged Bruce seriously.

This inevitably made Bruce feel guilty.

Fast's cold breath fell on Bruce's neck, but it almost ignited Bruce, and Bruce felt uncomfortable everywhere he went.

Fast's slight movement rubbed against his thigh, Bruce became more and more irritable, and he reached out to push Fast.

"Go away."

Fast was directly pushed to the ground by Bruce, and the feeling of his buttocks on the ground was not good. He raised his eyes and was about to scold Bruce for a long time.

But Bruce's eyes, deeper than usual but flaming, made Fast swallow the swear words.

Fast understood something, his relentless gaze swept over Bruce's crotch, the raised black leggings meant only one thing.

Faster's gaze made Bruce tense subconsciously, and his fist was eager to try, and he might hit Faster's cheek in the next second.

Fast licked his dry lips, and he smiled lightly, revealing eight clean teeth.

He winked at Bruce, and said teasingly, "Oh~ this is normal, little bat."

"You're hot-blooded, I understand. But it's okay to face the old enemy...? Okok, I forgive you, eh? Can I lend you the bathroom?"

Fast's mouth opened and closed, revealing his clean white teeth and part of his scarlet mouth. He spit out sweet and noisy words with a look of pride in his eyes.

Bruce's eyes were firmly locked on Fast's mouth, and his eyes became deeper and deeper. It was time to fill this chirping mouth with something.