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

Fast's proficiency in makeup is thanks to the clown. Don't look at the clown's makeup, which looks like a mess of oil paint on his face, white and red.

But it's actually quite skillful.

In order to draw a perfect clown makeup, Fast specially went to the Internet to learn how to make up. After finishing the study, he discovered that the clown originally used human body oil paint for makeup.

Fast thought that he would not have the opportunity to use the makeup skills he learned, but he did not expect to be given the opportunity to use them.

Fast dragged out from under the bed and bought makeup products but never used them. He recalled makeup techniques to apply makeup to himself.

Fast snapped his fingers, and a long black wig fell on the bed, which he made using the system, and he put on the wig.

A woman with an appearance similar to Fast appeared in front of the mirror. 'Her' facial features were not as sharp as Fast, but full of feminine softness, and her outline was not as obvious as that of a man.

Her slightly curly and long eyelashes droop slightly, her thin eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, her cheeks are slightly red, and her lips are slightly parted.

Coupled with the white, rich shirt with a pink ribbon tied around the neckline, and the black mermaid skirt dotted with pearls, it looks quite feminine.

Fast stared at himself in the mirror, and after two seconds, he smacked his lips and let out an exclamation. "Grass, I'm so pretty."

When Fast walked out of the room with his slippers on, Bruce had already changed his clothes, the hair on his head was hanging softly on his forehead, and he even took time to take a shower.

At this time, Bruce was sitting on the sofa, one of his legs was folded on the other, and he was holding a tablet terminal in his hand to watch some information. When he heard the movement, he turned off the terminal in his hand and looked up at Fast.

Fast stepped in front of Bruce in two steps, and he walked around in front of Bruce with the non-existent skirt.

"How?" He had an excited smile on his face, with two lovely dimples hanging on his cheeks. "Isn't my wife super pretty?"

Fast also deliberately spoke in a low voice, which made his originally clear voice sound a bit indistinguishable.

Fast was reflected in Bruce's blue eyes, like a happy bird.

Fast suits this suit unexpectedly. This suit makes people completely unable to think of the evil criminal clown, or the cold and arrogant day knight.

It made him look like just a woman, a beautiful, tall woman.

Apart from the fact that there was absolutely no appearance that a woman should have in his movements, Fast had almost no flaws.

This is also due to Fast's already thin body and the face that is different from most men in the United States.

He remembered that it was mentioned in the file that Fast was of mixed race, but he was completely unable to investigate further information.

Bruce thought, looking casually across Fast's face, the red lips still had the impression of biting.

But the redness of the lips is not the color of the lipstick, but the bloodshot color of the torn lips, which is Bruce's masterpiece.

Bruce looked away. "You should wear some lipstick."

Remembering that there was no lipstick in the makeup box, Fast shrugged. "I don't have any lipstick, if you don't mind boss, I think I can use red oil paint..." The colors are pretty much the same anyway.

Before Faster finished speaking, a black object flew towards him, his dangerous eyes narrowed by the black eyeliner, he subconsciously tightened his body and stretched out his hand to catch the object.

It was a square finger-length, black metal tube trimmed with gold, lipstick.

Fast whistled softly, "Our dark knight carries lipstick with him?"

Bruce flashes a smile. "It was sent with a gift box just now, because you don't know how important lipstick is to a lady."

Fast rolled his eyes.

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11:30 a.m.

Outside the Iceberg restaurant, well-dressed waiters lined up in two rows at the door to welcome their distinguished guests, as well as reporters who looked like hyenas who had heard the wind.

The Iceberg was one of the properties of Oswald Copperpot the Penguin, as its owner always named his properties.

The Iceberg Restaurant can be called the most stylish restaurant in Gotham City. Penguin spent a lot of money to build the most stylish restaurant in his mind.

The Iceberg Restaurant is located on a man-made lake. The Penguin wants the cute but cruel little animals that represent him to survive on the lake.

He cooperated with Freezeman, and through Freezeman's technology, the temperature in the vicinity has dropped to an extremely low level. Snowflakes are falling in the sky, refrigeration machines are under the lake, and ice and snow are piled up on the lake, which is completely suitable for the living environment of penguins. .

Fast sat in the back seat, letting artificial snowflakes fall on his head and between his nose, and he looked at the naive penguins on the lake outside the window.

Penguins are not as cute as they look on the surface, as long as you move their mouths, you can see the fangs all over the inside.

Like Penguin himself, seemingly harmless, he is a dangerous, intelligent and ambitious guy.

After Bruce warned Fast for the third time, close the windows to prevent the snow from falling into the car or it would break his bones, Fast finally closed the windows reluctantly.

"Don't be so boring, little bat." Fast fiddled with his fingers under the black lace gloves carelessly.

"You know, my relationship with the little penguin has always been—" Fast's voice was extremely high, and then lowered in the next sentence. "Not that good."

"Every time I see his fat face, I will have a desire to kick that fat penguin's ass with my feet." Fast opened his hands exaggeratedly, with a disgusting said the tune.

"Can't Batman?" Fast asked.

Bruce glanced at him through the rearview mirror, but didn't reply.

Fast changed into a comfortable position and circled on the seat. "Just like I am sure, every time the fat penguin sees me, it wants to tear the skin of my face that has always kept a happy smile."

"The sad truth is that he and I are not real friends, so he would never invite me to play at the Bingshan Restaurant, nor would he allow me to enter the Bingshan Restaurant."

The decoration style of Bingshan Restaurant looks like a restaurant in appearance. If you have to describe it, it is about the feeling of the Sydney Opera House from the outside.

"It's here, you know what we're going to do, don't you just make a fuss about it, just watch your expression." Bruce warned Fast in a low voice.

"Alright, boss, everything is at your command." Fast stretched out his finger and rubbed the corner of his mouth, restraining his smile.

Bruce parked the car at the gate, he got off from the main driver, waved his hand and refused the waiter to open the door of the back seat, and reached out to throw the car keys to the waiter.

With a smile on the corner of Bruce's mouth, he walked to the rear door, bent slightly to open the door, a thin hand wrapped in black lace gloves stretched out from inside the car, and it gently held the hand that Bruce was ready to welcome.

The first thing to get out of the car is the legs, a pair of black high heels and some white ankles, followed by layers of black skirts dotted with pearls gathered between the calves.

The mermaid skirt complements the woman's extremely thin waist, and the woman in the white silk shirt pokes her head out. The neck-length crow-black curly hair makes the woman's skin look too fair like a porcelain doll, and her pink cheeks make her look like a Got a little angry.

The hair on the left is pulled back behind the ear, exposing the left ear with the sapphire earring.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of dark eyes looked around, full of curiosity, like a mermaid who had set foot on the ground for the first time.

Such pure beauties are rare in Gotham. Many men present had their thoughts on the lady in front of them, but in the end they could only complain in their hearts, and Bruce Wayne gave him the lead.

They only dare to think about it, otherwise?Can you still compete with Bruce Wayne?

Fast took Bruce's hand and got out of the car. She stood up straight and was actually a centimeter or two taller than Bruce Wayne.

Although the seven-centimeter black high-heeled shoes on the soles of her feet contributed to her height, Bruce Wayne has a net height of 1.8 meters. With the shoes he wears, he is 1.9 meters casually.

Then this beautiful lady is at least 1.8 meters tall.

Ah this.

Many men present are not as tall as her. Who can afford such a beauty? Don't they want to lose face?

The men looked at Bruce Wayne, who was maintaining a perfect smile. Sure enough, only Bruce Wayne could do it.

Fast held Bruce's arm, her face was unabashedly curious, she looked around, pointing to the naive penguins on the lake from time to time to say something.

They entered the scene very slowly, because the lady had been excitedly commenting on the surrounding environment, and Bruce Wayne was listening to the lady with a perfect smile on his face, and occasionally replied.

Occasionally a lady's red lips would brush against Bruce Wayne's ear, something would be whispered, and the two would laugh together.

A picture of sweet lovers.

Only Bruce knew what Fast had said to him when he leaned into his ear.

He said, "Your mother, my feet hurt so much."

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, as if what Fast said just now was not a dirty word, but really a love story.

They were the only one table guests in the Bingshan Restaurant, and the 'Batman' had been making too much noise recently, and everyone wanted to hide at home behind closed doors.

Because 'Batman' killed not only those criminals, but also many innocent citizens.

Nobody wants to be next.

But Bruce Wayne wasn't panicking at all, or rather, the purpose of his trip was to elicit 'Batman'.

Bruce handed the menu to Fast, and Fast raised his fingers, looked at the menu seriously, and ordered the most expensive dish on each page.

"Bruce, are these okay?" Fast pushed the menu on the table.

Bruce flipped through the menu casually, and replied, "Of course, baby."

Then he raised his eyes and smiled. "Just no staple food."

Fast's eyes darkened, bad, I was too busy picking the most expensive ones just now, and forgot to look at the staple food.

He smiled sweetly: "It's okay, just order."

Bruce ordered two main courses and handed over the menu to the waiter. The serving speed of the Bingshan restaurant is very fast, not only because they only have one customer today, but their service has always been very fast.

Although the owner of the iceberg restaurant is the boss of a big gang.

Most of the most expensive things are desserts, all kinds of beautiful and expensive desserts.

Fast scooped up a piece of dessert with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes happily and hummed contentedly.

Then the next second, he scooped up a big spoonful of dessert. "Bruci~ come and try this, it's delicious."

Bruce opened his mouth obediently, and ate the spoonful of dessert. It tasted good, but he didn't like sweets.

"Is it tasty?"

Bruce kept smiling and said the words of love. "I don't like sweets very much, but what you feed me always tastes better than what I've eaten before. I like it very much,"

Seeing that Bruce had eaten and said such words, Fast smiled contentedly. He lowered his head and dug another large spoonful of dessert to Bruce's mouth. "Ah~"

Bruce: ...?

"..Don't you like it?" Fast lowered his eyes somewhat disappointed.

Bruce opened his mouth to eat the dessert, Fast smiled again, and scooped up another spoonful to Bruce's mouth.

Bruce suddenly understood that the little bastard didn't like desserts, so he fed them all.

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