The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

"One step away, one step away, if she shows a hinting look, I will approach her passionate lips and kiss her."

In the evanescent and eager Spanish song, Wayne and Erica's dance steps are sexy, romantic and explosive, as if they are passionate and lingering, but also like a struggle between men and women.

Compared with Bruce Wayne's calmness and strength, Erica's dancing posture showed extraordinary grace. During the twists and turns, the two wanted to advance and retreat from time to time, and their bodies entangled from time to time.

"Of all the tango genres, I like Argentine tango the best," Erika kicked her legs high and hooked Bruce's body briefly, warm and passionate, and her eyes looked into his blue eyes, "in the eyes of Argentines , tango is an eternal battlefield in which men and women voluntarily engage."

The two were close to each other, their gazes were intense. Bruce Wayne hugged her right arm and tightened it inwardly, "So you should choose an opponent who is evenly matched."

"Maybe—" Erica draws out, her face almost touching his, her lips on the verge of touching Bruce.

In the flickering candlelight, there seemed to be only one step between men and women, but at this moment, there was a rush of phone calls in the banquet hall.

Erica stepped back, motioning to Bruce Wayne to answer the phone, don't mind her, "Maybe there is an emergency."

It's an emergency—Bruce gets a call from Arkham Asylum, where there's another riot, and the Gotham Police Department can't do anything, and Chief James Gordon even tells him, "Joker broke out."

Arkham Asylum has never been able to keep the clown, he's always out to have some fun, use a few barrels of gasoline and some bullets, and make the city go crazy.

"He claimed to blow up Gotham City Hall tonight." Director Gordon continued, and during the call, there were continuous gunshots and even terrible bombardment sounds.

With this phone call, Bruce Wayne's appointment for tonight was completely over. Not only did he need to immediately suppress the riot in the Arkham Asylum, but he also had to arrest Joker and bring him to justice in time.

Wayne hung up the call, looked at the blonde girl beside him, "Erica—"

"I think you'll need to get rid of evil again tonight," Erika offered, without looking displeased. "I'm afraid you should get behind the wheel of your Batmobile right now."

"As for me, if you don't mind, maybe you can lend me a car temporarily, and I'm going to drive home." She came to Wayne Manor in Bruce's car before, and for the date that ended halfway tonight, Erica naturally didn't intend to stay here any longer.

As Erica said, Bruce Wayne really had no time to procrastinate any longer. He handed Erica the keys to the Lamborghini he was driving today, "Tonight, I'm sorry."

"I understand," because of Peter Parker and Captain America, Erica can indeed clearly understand the responsibilities of heroes, she shrugged at Wayne, "with great power, comes great responsibility."

Erica watched Wayne leave the banquet hall, and a moment later, a Batmobile with tank armor drove away at the Batcave base underground in Wayne Manor.

Erica went to the garage, and among the astonishingly expensive sports cars, found a Lamborghini coupe that matched the key in her hand. Even the windows were dark and black, making it difficult to see the interior from the outside.

She sat in the driver's seat, started the flagship sports car, drove out of Wayne Manor, and entered the driveway of the Manhattan block.At this time, the mobile phone in the backpack rang, it was from Peter Parker.

"Rika, S.H.I.E.L.D. received news that there was a riot and prison breakout in Arkham," Peter sounded worried, "Are you with Mr. Wayne?"

Erica turned the steering wheel and drove onto another street, "No, I just left Wayne Manor and was driving home."

Hearing her voice, Peter was relieved a lot. He was really worried that Erica would be on a whim and planned to watch Batman deal with those dangerous villains and criminals.

"Do you need me to find you?" Peter asked her, "I'm also in Manhattan, so it shouldn't be too far from you."

Erica looks out the window, "I'm passing the Gotham Police Department—"

"There's a bat signal over there—" A male voice came from her ear, but it wasn't Peter Parker on the phone, but from behind her.

At the same time, Erika felt the back of her head being pressed against some sort of tube, which, as a member of the National Rifle Association, she guessed was a gun.

Erika's expression became serious. She turned her eyes to the rearview mirror of the car, and she saw a pale face.

There was a weird blood-red paint on his mouth, his exaggerated green hair was combed back meticulously, and that face was actually handsome, even a kind of extremely weird beauty.

"Why are you so serious?" The man with a pale face said with a smile at her, but the aura he revealed was terrifying.

He was sitting in the back row, wearing a classic black tuxedo suit, and even holding a gentleman-shaped cane, which was extremely contradictory to his weird face, and the dangerous sense of oppression and aggressiveness made people breathless. Repressive urgency.

"Miss Parker, you dance really well." His voice was unfathomable, and the smile on his face did not change at all. "It seems that you plan to 'make it real' with that lunatic who likes to dress up as a bat?"

Obviously, Joker already knew that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

Erica maintained a calm expression, while her gray-green eyes looked at him through the rearview mirror inside the car, and her red lips carried a bit of a sarcastic smile, "So you came to me to deal with Batman? Mister Joker?"

Joker, Gotham's most dangerous criminal, chief villain, prince of crime, and a sociopathic lunatic.

"Now, pull the car into that street, we have to go to the helicopter I prepared." Joker aimed the gun at the back of her head, loaded.

According to what he said, Erica drove close to the helicopter deep in the uninhabited street, and then she was held hostage by him to leave the hardtop car and enter the helicopter.

The helicopter whirled up, and Joker sat beside her, so the loaded black gun was aimed at Erica's forehead, "Don't worry, Honey, I'm not trying to hold you hostage to threaten that bat, that's also It's so boring, we're just going to play a game."

Erica raised her eyebrows, "The kind that will kill my life?"

"Or you can choose to twist the spine," Joker suggested to her, "and then you won't die, just paralyzed or put into a vegetative state."

"It's really a good suggestion," Erica sneered, she must know what this villain is going to do, "What do you mean by the game?"

Joker approached her with great interest, talking about the method he had recently figured out to 'have some fun', "Originally it could have two ways of playing - in order to prevent you from meeting God, the bat needs to take off its mask in public, Reveal his true identity; or——up to you to reveal his identity, or choose to fall from a height and fall to his death on the bat lamp."

"I prefer the second," he said in a cheerful voice.

Then, Joker added to Erica, "If you don't like being thrown to death, you can also choose other ways to play. For example, how about I shoot a few shots in your lumbar spine and add kneecaps? Or do you choose to inhale nerve agents? See Will it cause death directly, or cause paralysis?"

"For you, the fact that Bruce Wayne is Batman doesn't really matter, does it?" Erika looked at Joker and asked, "You just wanted to put Batman in trouble."

She continued, "You might think that I'm close to him right now. So either you shoot me, or I sell him out and reveal his true identity in order to survive. For Batman , is considered an inevitable injury.”

"What you said does make sense," Joker acknowledged her, and tapped the gun on her forehead twice, "However, honey, you don't think that you can delay the time by saying a few more words, Wait until your baby brother who likes to dress up as a spider comes to rescue you?"

Erica, whose true intentions were exposed, raised an eyebrow at him, "Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

"I'm not sure right now—" The helicopter has climbed above the Gotham Police Station, and Joker glanced out, "If you fall on the bat light from this height, can you fall to your death?"

"I thought you should have planned these things in advance." Erica replied with a cold expression, crossing her arms.

"Do I look like someone with a plan?" Joker moved away from the dark gun on her forehead, then aimed it at the center of her forehead, and then he pulled the trigger——

A funny little flag shot from the muzzle.

Anger inevitably appeared in Erika's eyes, her breathing became heavier due to anger, and her plump breasts rose and fell obviously, "Crazy, crazy—"

Joker looked a little happier and threw the gun out of the helicopter.The next moment, his cold and dry hands grasped her neck, "I am a man of my word."

Even without guns, Erica obviously can't beat Joker in physical fitness. He even defeated Batman by relying on fighting swordsmanship, and his body shape and strength are far better than Erica.

"Now, let's start our game—" Joker moved closer to her, staring at her with blue eyes, and the strong sense of danger almost made Erika's skin tremble.

"Sell Batman and tell the public who he really is," Gotham's chief villain continued to Erica, tightening his palms, "or you fall to your death on the Batlamp."

Erika felt that it was difficult to breathe, her face was pale, but her glamorous red lips still held a smile, and her gray-toned green eyes looked as deep as a black hole that tempted to sink, "This is really a bad day, but I still Choose to be a supporter of the masked vigilante."

"You made a bad choice." Joker looked at her coldly with an expression that obviously didn't intend to cooperate.

With a "bang", he kicked open the helicopter cabin door, and with the hurricane rolled up by the helicopter, Erica's blond hair was blown up, but it made her beautiful face even more uninhibited and seductive.

"Look, madness is like gravity—" Joker paused for a second, looking at the beautiful face of the blond beauty in front of him.

He let go of the palm of Erica's neck, and moved his fingers from her perfectly lined jaw to her throat, side of her neck, collarbone, and finally pressed on top of her heart, Joker's palm exerted force, "All it takes is a light touch push."

Due to his thrust, Erica fell backwards, freed from the helicopter weightlessly, and then fell into the air on his back.