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

Fast smiled obediently, and he blinked innocently: "There is no bullet in the gun, but an anesthetic."

Batman naturally didn't believe Fast's nonsense, he stared at Fast.

Fast shrugged, grabbed the long sniper, opened the window, didn't even aim with the scope, and shot at the mouse on the roof diagonally ahead.

"See clearly."

A small silver object was thrown out and penetrated into the mouse's body. The mouse twitched twice and fell to the ground unable to move.

It was indeed an anesthetic, with a slender needle and a needle tube the length of a little finger. After touching the substance, the needle tube shrank and injected the anesthetic inside into the rat's body.

It's a pity that this amount of medicine is prepared for human beings. The poor, shameless little guy couldn't bear it at all and died of anesthesia directly.

"Do you believe me? Boss, since your paranoia caused me to lose an anesthetic, it is very expensive to prepare this." Fast said helplessly.

He naturally knows that Batman has always been suspicious, not to mention his partner is a clown, he will definitely doubt him.

However, except for the first bullet which is an anesthetic, the rest of the magazines are filled with real ammunition.

Hee hee, he had already guessed that Batman would not allow him to kill, so he replaced the first bullet in advance.

Fast will not listen to Batman. He and Batman are just hired and partnered. He doesn't have to listen to Batman. Even if Batman doesn't allow him to do so, he will kill another one.

A Gotham cannot tolerate the existence of a second Batman.

Not to mention that he was a lunatic in Batman's skin.

Seeing that Fast had already proved his behavior, Bruce was about to say something, but the sound of ringing the doorbell interrupted what he wanted to say.

Fast narrowed his eyes vigilantly. He put the gun in the box, kicked it under the sofa, and took out a pocket pistol from the cabinet to get ready.

"The clothes I ordered have been delivered, go and get them." Bruce's voice came from somewhere, and Fast turned his head to see that Batman had already hidden.

Hearing this, Fast relaxed his tense shoulders, clasped his palms backwards, and still did not release his vigilance.

"You really don't think of yourself as an outsider, do you? You know that I have to change the safe house after doing this, right?" Fast rolled his eyes.

"Yeah." Bruce's calm words made Fast uncomfortable for a while, although what Bruce said was not wrong.

Fast had a change of clothes after the shower, and he wasn't wearing the conspicuous purple suit, so he had a wake-up tired look on his face.

He opened the door, and outside the safe house was the delivery man of Bruce Wayne's tailor-made suit.

The delivery man in a neatly pressed suit with an old-fashioned back hair, a mature face, a black box in his hand, a serious expression, and a straight back.

This appearance gave Fast an illusion, probably the box contained not clothes bought by Bruce, but more like Bruce's ashes.

Even though Fast had a cosmic association in his mind, the courier still had to do his job in the outside world.

The delivery man glanced at the list in his hand, his tone was as steady as his appearance.

"Mr. Match Malone?"

"Huh?" Fast took a moment to react, and he said in time: "It's me."

The courier looked at Fast suspiciously, obviously he didn't really believe Fast's words, even though the address was indeed the address.

But the poor furnishings of the room and the plain T-shirt the teen was wearing told the courier he was lying.

What's more, the bill stated Match Malone's custom-made clothing model, a suit for men and a set of clothes for women.

The size of men's clothes does not match the figure of the young man in front of him, and it is impossible for women's clothes to be prepared for the young man in front of him.

He's not Mr. Match Malone.

So the delivery man just said calmly: "Please wait a moment, I will call to confirm."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called the customer.

The ringtone of the mobile phone was very obvious in this quiet environment, and it came from the room behind the young man.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound.

Hearing the movement, Fast leaned on the door frame and looked back, while at the same time letting go of part of the field of vision to ensure that the courier could see part of the room.

In the dark room, the door of the room was pushed open, and a figure walked out of the room. He picked up the phone, and the faint blue light illuminated his partially firm chest and stubbled chin.

"Honey, are you awake?" Fast asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Match Malone's deep voice was like the whistle of a cruise ship, with a little hoarseness.

He turned off his cell phone, and at the same time the call on the courier's cell phone was hung up. It was obvious that the one in front of the courier was the one in front of the delivery man, and the man behind the young man was Match Malone.

Match Malone: ​​"Are you impersonating me? Law?" Bruce rolled his tongue slowly and teasingly over the word law, like the strong aroma of wine, which requires careful savoring.

Fast's brain crashed immediately after being teased by Bruce's words, and the red glow rose all the way from his neck to his cheeks.

He held back for a long time before saying, "I hope you can sleep more, I was so tired last night..."

Match Malone gave a low laugh. "I think you were more tired than me last night, are you sure you don't want to sleep more?"

Did Fast feel the courier's scrutiny? He was furious, but he was forced to lower his voice because he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors: "I'm not like you, Mr. Match Malone, who is ten years older than me! My physical strength is very strong. good!"

Match Ma Long froze for a moment, then laughed. "Yes yes yes... anyway, why don't you continue after a while?"

He said maliciously: "I bought a set of women's clothing for you, will you continue wearing it later?"

Fast was dumbfounded. Although he knew that this was just a way for Bruce to confuse the delivery man, it was too exciting.

If you continue to say this, it will immediately become an age-restricted movie that is not suitable for children and can only be played after 12 o'clock in the evening!

So Fast closed the door with a face of panic, opened the door the next second, snatched the box from the courier and closed the door again.

"Hey... can't you say this kind of thing without outsiders?" Fast's voice faded away.

The courier turns on the mobile phone and ticks the box that the order has been delivered.

The fun of a certain big brother and his little lover is not his business. He saw nothing and heard nothing.

After the crisis was resolved, Bruce returned to his expressionless state. In order to deceive the delivery man, he even took off his bat suit and black bottoming shirt.

Fast threw the box on the table, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs on the table, and took out his mobile phone to play audio games without interest. He was not at all interested in the clothes Bruce bought. interest.

Until a suit of clothes was thrown on his face, and his mobile phone gave an ominous sound that the note block could not be connected, Fast quickly tore off the clothes.

His game was already failing by missing too many notes.

Fast turned off his phone angrily, and grabbed the clothes that hit him on the face just now and blocked his vision, causing the game to fail.

This is a women's dress in excellent fabric.

Oh.

Fast unfolded his clothes. It was a white shirt, but it was different from the shirt Fast usually wore.

Perhaps because this is a lady's shirt, the middle of the shirt is a row of intricate lace trim from top to bottom, and there is also a circle of lace decoration at the cuffs.

There is also a long black fishtail skirt on the sofa, the length of which reaches about Fast's ankle.

Fast thought bitterly, at least Bruce didn't make it difficult for him to choose a short skirt suspender for him.

Of course, Bruce would not choose short skirts and suspenders for Fast. First of all, men are always different from women. Especially for people like Fast who fight for a career, the muscles on their bodies will be very obvious, which can be seen at a glance.

So Bruce chose clothes for Fast that could cover the muscles of Fast's body but would highlight the advantages of Fast's figure.

A mermaid skirt will make Faster look more like a woman with his thin waist and raised buttocks.

Fast doesn't actually remember dressing as a woman for work during his time as a mercenary.

He has only been in this world for half a year, but the memory of the mercenary seems to be far away from him, and he can't even remember the details of many things.

This made him have a short-term doubt, whether it is the non-stop things in this world that make his brain abandon the past things, or in order to perfectly integrate into this world, the memories that have nothing to do with this world are disappearing?

Or... In fact, the part of the memory that belongs to the mercenaries is false, and this world is real?

Of course, such an idea just flashed in Faster's head for a moment.

"I'll try on the clothes first and put on some makeup." Fast put the clothes on his arms and walked towards the room.

Suddenly remembering something, Fast stood on the spot with one foot, keeping his balance, while turning his other leg slightly, turned around slightly and stared at Bruce seriously.

"What?" Bruce frowned, clutching his clothes, ready to go to the bathroom to change.

Fast's sudden sight made Bruce alert, what kind of moth is this little bastard going to do?

"What's for lunch?"

"roll."

After torturing Batman, Fast grinned and slipped into the room to change his clothes.

This dress fit Fast's figure almost perfectly, and Fast couldn't help sighing in his heart that it was awesome.

It is worthy of being the Gotham baby Bruce Wayne who shares the reputation of being a playboy with Tony Stark.

What does it say on the Internet?

It is said that Gotham baby Bruce Wayne changes women like changing clothes, as long as a week or as short as one day, and he knows a woman's figure better than a woman.

But this?

He can tell what size women's clothing he should wear just by looking at it. How to put it, Fast feels really awesome.

However, it was Fast who misunderstood Bruce. Although Bruce had the name of a playboy, it was just to cover for Batman. He didn't know women as well as the Internet said.

Bruce knows Fast's size only because he holds Fast's waist when Fast sits on his lap.

In addition, Fast's body shape is relatively well-proportioned and standard, so Bruce can roughly calculate the standard size of Fast's clothes through the waist circumference.

Bruce's computing power is very strong. You must know that using a hook gun to cross Gotham's steel forest requires not only a hook gun, but also excellent computing power.

Calculate whether the parabola, time, and wind direction will affect his normal use of the hook gun.

But the clothes are only able to fit. The skirt that Bruce picked has inner buttons, which can be adjusted to tighten or loosen.

The author has something to say: women's clothing is ready