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

Seeing that Bruce's eyes and expression became more and more dangerous, Fast's heart trembled, but the light tone remained on his lips.

"Do you want me to continue to wrap the bandage for you?"

Before Bruce could speak, Fast shook and pretended to hug himself.

"It's better to say goodbye, if you punish me on the spot, the clown's innocence will be gone."

Fast said and wiped away the tears that didn't exist at the corner of his eyes and said: "The guys in Arkham will look down on me, unless you are willing to make me Mrs. Wayne, are you willing to drag me into the Batcave? "

Bruce's gloomy gaze made Fast feel like he was going to be beaten.

So Fast returned to his usual slightly raised lips.

"Okay, I'll give you this space." Fast pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "Is the bathroom over there, or do you want to settle on the sofa? It's not impossible, considering you are a patient, but remember to put the traces—"

Fast found that he couldn't hold it back, and he began to gloat again as he spoke. He looked at Bruce with an increasingly cold expression in his eyes.

Fast swallowed his saliva, no, Batman might beat him violently.

He turned his head and slipped into the room where he usually slept, and with a snap, he closed the door, separating Batman from a wall.

The smile on Fast's face gradually faded. He sat on the bed and stretched out his index finger to smooth out the stiff corners of his mouth. His face was expressionless.

He almost forgot that most of the time he wasn't as active as he was now, and that his active mask in front of Batman had been worn for so long that he almost forgot how gloomy and dark he really was.

But when facing Batman, he couldn't help but utter those passionate and provocative words, wanting to see Batman change his face because of his words and deeds.

Fast told himself falsely in his heart that he acted like that because he didn't want two gloomy people to look at each other.

Another voice in Fast's heart pointed out without hesitation that its voice was the same as Fast's, but it was indifferent and mocking.

It's saying: You're like Batman's lick dog.

Fast let his body collapse on the bed, his body rebounded on the soft and elastic bed, and sank into it again.

He sighed silently, stretched out the back of his hand to cover his eyes and hot cheeks, bit his lip, and unbuttoned his pants to comfort himself silently.

God knows that Faster really didn't feel it when he sat on Bruce's lap and helped him wrap the bandage, but when Bruce's thing that was warmer than his thigh was pressed against him, he reacted instantly.

Then Bruce pushed him down. It should be said that fortunately Bruce pushed him down, otherwise he would have pushed him into Bruce's abdomen.

The suit pants he was wearing were not very tight, and the moonlight only shone on the sofa and a small piece of the ground, so it was not obvious.

Fast comforted himself without skill, and only Batman was in his head when the white light suddenly appeared.

There is a private bathroom in his room, so he doesn't have to go to the bathroom in the living room and have an embarrassing scene with Batman.

After confirming that he was in a calm mood, Fast opened the door, pulled the door frame and poked his head out to have a look.

"Well, is it over? Boss?"

There was no one on the sofa where the moonlight fell on, the cut bandages fell on the ground, and there were still mottled blood stains on the wooden floor, but no one was there.

There was no sound in the bathroom either, obviously Bruce was no longer in the safe house now.

Fast maintained his movements, the corners of his upturned mouth collapsed, and he returned to a state of expressionlessness.

He pressed to turn on the light, judging from the traces left on the window, Batman put on the battle suit after treating the wound himself, and left the safe house through the window.

When Batman sneaked out, he also noticed that the camera outside this window was broken.

Fast picked up the mop to clean up the ground, he took the notebook out from the room, sat where Bruce had been sitting and started working.

Fast tipped his toes, turned on the music, and listened to the song, but the expression on his face didn't improve at all.

He hacked into the GCPD's internal network with ease, and eavesdropped on the police officers' meetings. Now Gotham is in a state of complete closure, and the police want to catch 'Batman' to prevent him from continuing to commit crimes.

But 'Batman' is elusive. He was still in the Bowery block one moment, and may have appeared in the entertainment center area the next moment.

The Gotham Police Department will never know who the next target of "Batman" is. In less than 24 hours, "Batman" has severely damaged several GCPD armed police forces who surrounded him.

Fast eavesdropped on the internal plans of the police department, and at the same time he mobilized the police files to review all the cases related to Batman's attack on innocent people that happened today.

Half a minute later, Fast concludes that the only place Bruce can stay in Gotham is his safe house.

Fast raised his lips and let out a pleasant whistle.

Through case video comparison, he found that those 'Batmen' are very similar to the current Batman, not only in stature and tone, but also in thinking mode and fighting style.

No matter who 'Batman' is, he has a very high understanding and familiarity with Batman, so Batman will not choose to return to Wayne Manor.

Wayne Manor isn't safe right now, and it's only because 'Batman' knows Batman so well that Wayne Manor isn't safe.

Now only the clown's safe house is a relatively safe and secret place, although Fast will consider, or will definitely replace the safe house after this incident.

But at least for now, it's the only safe place for Batman to rest and collect information.

Fast leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette until the first light of dawn hit the window, and Fast heard movement from the bathroom.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the big black bat landed on the tiles without making any movement.

Fast sometimes doesn't know how Batman's huge stature can keep silent.

Just like a real bat.

Fast glanced into the bathroom from the corner of his eye, and he found that the vent in the bathroom was pried open, and Batman got out of the vent.

Wrapped in a black cloak, he walked out of the bathroom and came to the living room. The cloak was damp with water vapor and reflected brightly.

Fast put his legs crossed on the coffee table, and his head rested casually on the sofa.

Holding the cigarette between two slender fingers, he casually glanced at the dark Batman, his gloomy vision was blocked behind the plain mirror.

He squinted his eyes and took a breath, and exhaled a puff of mist from his plump lips. He didn't like smoking, but occasionally, that thing was a good helper to relieve his emotions.

He pushed the anti-blue light anti-prescription glasses on the bridge of his nose, making a puzzled expression.

"Why are you back again? Bat, why don't you go back to your bat den to figure out what to do next?" Oh, of course I know you can't go back now.

Fast added in his heart.

Fast took another puff of his cigarette, snuffed out the burning butt with his fingers, and threw the half-smoked Sika cigarette on the table.

Of course, his expression is still puzzled and puzzled, as if he really doesn't know how attractive his cabin is to Batman.

Bruce took a step forward and stood in front of Fast. He directly reached out and grabbed Fast's collar, pulling Fast up.

The notebook fell on the sofa and almost slipped. Fast stretched his legs and hooked it to prevent the notebook from falling to the ground.

Under the pressure of the neckline, Fast was forced to raise his head, staring at the gray-blue eyes that were only about a fist away from him.

There is the familiar light of Fast in the eyes, as if the cold outer shell has faded away, revealing the bright red inner, suppressing the violence and anger in it.

Fast's heart stopped beating for a moment, and then started beating wildly at a speed that Fast had never imagined.

Fast smiled casually, part of the white smoke came out from the corner of his slightly opened mouth, and his head was close to Batman's.

Maintaining a smile, he puffed out a puff of mist, and the lightly fragrant smoke fell on Bruce's face, which did not move the cold man.

Fast blinked innocently and said, "You don't know how to beat people who wear glasses?"

But Batman just growls at Fast, the way Batman growls every time in the past after knocking the Joker to the ground.

"I need your help," he said.

Fast's expression collapsed for a moment, and he subconsciously said, "Huh?"

From the moment he started collecting information, he had already decided to help Batman. Maybe Batman didn't care about being misunderstood and cursed by the world, and trampled all his dedication underfoot.

But Joker cares, yes Batman doesn't, but Batman's nemesis does.

Batman is supposed to be the eternally haughty, towering dark knight.

Now, the people who are ignorant, inactive and even choose to be executioners can't see the truth and want to kill Batman, then Joker will slap them in the face severely to let them know how despicable and embarrassing they are.

but?

Batman will take the initiative to ask him, need his help?Something is wrong.

Fast glanced at Batman in disbelief. Batman's expression was gloomy and cold, just like every time he fights criminals.

"Alright." Fast looked helpless, and he made a helpless expression of 'I spoil you'.

Fast spoke in a chant-like tone.

"Poor Batrider still chooses to move forward in the face of adversity. He was framed, his people were killed, and he couldn't return to his home. His steadfast eyes burned with anger against the predators. Batrider will definitely take that The perpetrators will be brought to justice."

"Bat Knight is the only companion who trusts him and can help him on the path of rebellion—"

Fast prolongs the tone deliberately, like a pause in a good part of a recitation, or to create suspense.

Fast tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, slightly parted his lips, revealing two canine teeth against his lower lip. His smile was evil, but his face was as beautiful as an angel.

As he said next.

"Should I choose the strong-willed and hopeful white knight in armor, or the chaotic and evil criminal Joker who worships the black knight?"

Fast is indeed very interested, whose help does Batman want to get?Day Knight or Joker?

The Day Knight can provide Batman with a 'nightmare' assistant and a whole world of shadows to hide in and travel through at will.

The clown can provide Batman with an intelligence network from the clown gang, and it can also stick Batman to attract the attention of 'Batman'.

Batman's choice determines his plan, and it also allows Fast to know who has a higher status in Batman's heart, the Pale Knight or the Joker.

Batman naturally saw the clown's temptation, and he maintained a tense expression on his face.

Batman doesn't have time for these tricks with the Joker, and he repeats his words with emphasis.

"I need your help, Fast Hepburn."

Only this time, he added Fast's name.

Batman doesn't need the help of the Day Knight or the Joker, he just needs Fast himself.

Yes, he just wanted fast.

This kind of cognition stunned Fast for a moment, neither the Pale Knight nor the Joker had a higher proportion in Batman's heart than Fast.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there were smile holes on both sides of his cheeks, and the warm yellow light of the morning sun was printed in those dark eyes.

Like a newborn sun in a forest shrouded in mist.

"But whether it's the Pale Knight or the Joker, it's me."

So, either Pale Knight or Joker will help you.

The author has something to say: Xiaofa is convinced!