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

Fast pressed the start button on the drone, and the camera screen on the drone flickered twice, then went dark again.

Apparently all the components in the drone were broken. Faster opened the drawer and took out a small screwdriver. He subconsciously turned the screwdriver with his fingers.

As a result, the hand that was wrapped like a dumpling couldn't turn the screwdriver at all, and the screwdriver fell on the table with a snap and rolled in front of Bruce.

Fast:  …

Bruce glanced at the screwdriver coldly, and he reached out and patted Fast's palm that was in the pen-turning posture.

Fast yelped in pain, but couldn't take it back, because Bruce was holding his finger, Bruce grabbed the screwdriver and put it heavily on Fast's hand.

"Don't have nothing to do with fancy things, why don't you have a clue now?" Bruce warned, then lowered his head and quickly helped Fast to pick out the glass shards.

Fast grinned, and picked up a screwdriver to screw the accessories on the drone.

As soon as the metal tip of the screwdriver touched the screw, the screen began to flash, followed by a red text pop-up.

Faster paused for a moment, his eyes quickly scanned the line of text, and wrote down the above content. The text only existed for a few seconds and then returned to the flickering screen.

He maintained the original expression of slightly raised lips, as if he hadn't seen the line of text, he casually twisted the screw with a screwdriver.

"What do you know about that sniper?" Bruce asked suddenly, but Fast didn't react at all.

He subconsciously replied: "What?"

At the same time, Fast's eyes turned to Bruce, but they didn't focus on Bruce's face, and didn't even reflect Bruce's appearance. It was foggy inside.

Obviously distracted.

Seeing Bruce frowned, Fast reacted all of a sudden.

"Oh, the sniper spotted me first, I guess he should have come earlier than us, um - when we played the first game, I turned around early to avoid that shot."

Bruce knew what Fast was referring to as 'that shot', because Fast made a swear word in a panic, and Bruce still remembered it.

"How's his marksmanship compared to Deadshot?" Bruce asked a question, and Bruce knew it couldn't be Deadshot.

Because deadshooter is still in the special room of manhattan jail

Fast was silent, although the previous 'Joker' had hired Deadshot to work for him many times, but Fast had no memory of Deadshot at all.

So Fast quickly chatted with the system in his brain, and learned the basic information of the dead shooter from the system.

Fast made a thoughtful expression, pondered for a moment, and said affirmatively: "Comparing the two of them, each has its own merits, but he is indeed a very good sniper."

Fast shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey! I think my marksmanship is better than Deadshot."

He didn't know whether The Joker should have mastered the weapon, but Fast didn't care, and nothing could stop him from claiming credit and vying for favor in front of Batman.

"I hit the sniper." Fast said in a high tone, almost writing 'immediately praise me' on his face.

Bruce had no comment on Fast's bragging.

He just went on: "But you didn't catch him."

Fast's shoulders slumped, as Bruce said, he didn't grab the man, but Fast didn't feel anything, if only this incident could be solved so simply.

That Batman-like monster came prepared, and Fast couldn't catch him. As a matter of course, if he didn't sell 'Nightmare', he might not even be able to win the shot that hit his arm.

At that time, Fast didn't think too much, and he didn't pay attention to the sniper, although he must admit that he was a very good sniper.

If that's 'Batman', then there's no doubting that Batman should be that good.

But that person is different from the 'Batman' Bruce confronted, he is obviously different from Batman.

And he was avoiding meeting Bruce, who until now didn't know what the sniper was like.

Obviously, the black hand behind the scenes will not show up in front of Batman so soon, as always in the movies, the plot should be more ups and downs.

Fast will not say too much. He wants to investigate this matter himself. The freak named him and tomorrow, not Batman, but him.

On the surface, Fast still had a slumped face. He twisted the screw, and with a snap, a lot of broken parts fell from the drone.

Fast picked up two precision parts that were smashed to pieces. The price of making this drone is not cheap, and more importantly, the materials are not easy to get.

Fast spent an afternoon hunting for it on the black market.

Fast looked sadly at Bruce, who had a normal expression on his face. "Boss, can I apply for reimbursement?"

Bruce cut off the excess bandage and said without looking up, "Send me the bill."

Then Bruce looked up cautiously.Warning: "You can get nothing from me except money."

Fast laughed out loud, well, he has to say that he likes to hear this kind of tyrannical talk.

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In the early morning of the next day, Fast came out of the room wearing a white T-shirt, shorts and a peaked cap. His slightly long tail hair was tied into a small ball behind his head.

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks like an average college student, despite being a superhero, supervillain, and fresh out of college all at the same time.

But that didn't stop Fast from pretending to be a college student.

Faster glanced at the quiet and dark living room. He bent down with a sigh of relief, sneaked to the door to change his shoes, opened the door and was about to leave.

"Are you going out today?" Bruce's calm voice came from behind Fast.

Faster was so frightened that he straightened up. He maintained the posture of holding the doorknob, and glanced at the tall figure behind him from the corner of his eye.

Bruce was in a bat suit, and Batman was going out in the daytime today.In view of the recent high-profile 'Batman', Bruce can take this daytime action together.

The system couldn't stand it any longer, it said: Host, Batman is right behind you.

Fast: Of course I do.

Fast: But I dare not look back.

So Fast turned his head slowly to the right.

System: He is behind you on the left.

Fast: Didn't I say that I dare not turn back?

The system is puzzled: Have you ever done something to offend Batman?

Faster pondered for a moment, does it count to have a date with another 'Batman' who wants to kill Batman behind Batman's back?

Wait, why does he look like the guy who was caught by his husband when he sneaked out early in the morning to have an affair with his mistress?

Such thoughts made the corners of Fast's mouth twitch unconsciously.

He didn't dare to look at Batman. The relationship between him and Batman was just an ordinary employment relationship.

Thinking of this, Fast turned back confidently: "Anyway, I have nothing to do during the day, I'm going out on a date."

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed across, he asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Fast said very naturally: "Yes—"

"Isn't it, Sir? Do you care about being so wide?" Fast raised his eyes, and his beautiful lips also raised a provocative smile.

"What? Are you going to stop me from going on a date?" Fast said excitedly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fast looks like he's hoping for a yes from Bruce, and then the two fight, the way the Joker does every time he picks on Batman.

The Joker is always keen on this, he constantly provokes Batman, and gets pleasure from Batman's merciless fists hitting him in the face.

"That's your freedom." Batman's calm words made Fast feel uncomfortable, but Batman has always been like this, either angry or calm.

"Come back soon," Batman said, turning back to the utility room that had been vacated last night for his short break.

Fast rubbed his hands uncomfortably, Batman's words made him feel strange, come back early, just like what a wife would say at home waiting for her husband to come back early.

Fast chose to think less and left the safe house behind him, locking the door behind him.

Red Earth Music Cafe.

Fast walked into the cafe. There were not many customers in the cafe, but they were all uniformly dressed in suits and behaved very elegantly. They were those pretentious nobles or those who had been soaked in such an environment since childhood.

Dressing like Fast looked very strange in the eyes of these nobles, but they didn't even look at Fast, just doing their own thing.

Or chat and laugh with your companions, or write and draw quietly.

Fast frowned slightly, reported the room number of the private room to the attendant, and followed the attendant to the private room.

The dim red environment in the private room doesn't look like a coffee shop, but rather like some kind of place that is only open at night.

The private room was unusually quiet, unlike the elegant music played outside, and no sound from outside could be heard at all.

On the contrary, this made Fast feel a sense of disobedience, as if the private room and the outside were two completely different worlds, when the attendant closed the door of the private room.

The uneasiness and disobedience in Faster's heart reached its peak, and he looked up.

A man was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a black vest with a navy blue shirt, and a black tie with dark patterns embroidered loosely on his neck.

Two buttons of the man's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing part of his collarbone and honey-colored chest.

That handsome face was very familiar, it belonged to Bruce Wayne, no Gotham person would not recognize this face.

He looks exactly the same as that Bruce in Fast's family, but he doesn't feel at ease in the slightest, but the alarm bells in his heart are ringing.

Bruce Wayne no, or the monster with its legs crossed, a coffee mug in one hand, and the other hand held in front of his chest by a bandage-wrapped tight practical brace—

Fast clearly recognized that the hand fixed by the bracket was pierced by his own bullet.

When Bruce Wayne heard the movement, his gray-blue eyes lifted up, which was completely different from Bruce's calm or violent.

On the contrary, it was unabashed cruelty and disregard for everything, and the gray-blue beads were colored with strong interest when they saw Fast.

Bruce Wayne was very interested in this young man who unconsciously exuded terrifying emotions.

The author has something to say: Xiaofa: I will go to steal the sun first.