[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

Nancy felt that according to the current situation, it was the best choice for everyone to sit down and have a cup of tea and chat.

Helpless, the man on the other side who insisted on hiding his beautiful voice in a hoarse voice didn't like that.

"You'd better forget everything that happened now, and lock your mouth like a door and window latch." Opening the mouth coldly can be called a vicious threat, and he probably wanted to warn Nancy with this , also in consideration of her safety.

In fact, if this is Gotham, staying out at night is the absolute standard of living for good people who don't want to cause trouble.

Although even that would inevitably involve large-scale incidents involving the entire city every now and then, general petty theft, murder, and robbery really couldn't be found.

"I'd be happy to do this—" Do, before she finished speaking, Nancy only felt something flash in front of her eyes, and the person disappeared in place.

He also jumped down from the wide-open window, moved between the awning and the outer box of the air conditioner, and disappeared into the night.

It's not too late, but black is always the main theme of the night, and it's also his disguise.

"Jarvis, what do you think we can bet on the probability that Batman will teleport back when the time comes even if he is outside the apartment?" Nancy hesitated as she obediently closed her security door. After a while, I touched the position of the switch, and flipped the switch up very skillfully.

The warm light reserved at the door emitted a soft light in response. She looked around and let go of the heart that was hanging there for a moment.

"Sorry, I can't make a probability graph for you without a data sample."

"...I just mentioned it casually, Jarvis." Nancy was helpless. She didn't rush to the room to observe that there would always be some traces left. Instead, she walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen and took it out. A bottle of fresh milk came.

"Miss Nancy, I also want you to relax a bit. After all, you don't need to take responsibility for all the things that happened here."

"You don't have the need to entertain uninvited strangers at night, this is your right."

"And according to the current time setting, it's healthier for you to put that bottle of milk in a milk pot to heat it up before drinking it."

"Well, it makes sense." Nancy blinked, but she didn't go to the kitchen stove.

She didn't know what the situation was, but she seemed to have triggered Jarvis' chattering mode, and she felt as if she had discovered a new continent.

"You are as self-willed in this way as your husband." Apparently, her petty thoughts aroused dissatisfaction in the housekeeper's heart, and the rare voice of grievance made some evil taste in Nancy's heart take root. germination.

"Arbitrariness? How about more specific?"

"I don't have a regular life schedule, and I can dismiss my plans at will..." Jarvis said what he had, and answered truthfully.

"What else?" Nancy was thinking whether to take out the unfinished melon seeds from the cabinet.

"And always putting yourself in a situation where you could get hurt."

Nancy was thinking seriously, wondering whether it would be too late to start saving money now until she saved the dowry to marry Jarvis.

Even if it wasn't for the lottery tickets she bought for a lifetime, it would not be worth a Stark-style dowry.

Of course, there is nothing to say about the road construction in Shanghai. The bright and clean lights, the straight and lush street trees, and the night owls walking on the smooth streets are all law-abiding citizens, looking for bars, Internet cafes and barbecue stalls.

A certain internet-addicted teenager who was coming out of the back door of the internet cafe wiped his eyes that had been up all day, and always felt that something flashed in front of his eyes.

"It's an illusion." He closed his eyes and opened them again, joking casually, "Where did such a big black cat come from here?"

Standing on the edge of the bed on the second floor, Batman, who was deeply exploring the route, slipped. A row of black cats walking on catwalks and winking at him flashed in his mind.

The deep blue eyes moved to their original target again.

Across a rippling river, the towering building is so famous, at least the owner of Wayne Group knows the name of this building.

But Bruce couldn't explain how he came from outside the heavily guarded gate of Arkham to the central city of this thunderous eastern country.

In his opinion, all of this could only be caused by the clown, and he was on the way to tie the clown to Arkham Asylum.

No matter what the answer is, there is only one way before him.

That is to catch this guy who must be strictly guarded first.

Although this time is not yet the time when Nancy usually goes to bed and prepares for bed, it is very close.

It's just that Nancy, who was supposed to change into her pajamas and brush her phone for a while, was squatting in front of the coffee table in her living room, pulling on the steel suit controlled by Jarvis that made her feel full of security.

Onlookers looked at a black box that she was not familiar with at all.

"Where did this come from?" Nancy wondered, poking Jarvis' arm.

Jarvis tried his best to make himself more proficient and smooth: "It looks like an item left by Mr. Batman?"

Nancy reached out and boldly turned the black box over.

"I'm afraid it's not his." She was a little surprised, and boldly stroked the pattern that finally revealed her true face.

The black box is not completely black, and it is not heavy because of the metal texture. When you turn it over, you can directly see that two of the three LED bulbs are flashing red light, and under the bulbs, there is a big picture printed on it. scary smiley face.

It was like a clown in a circus who was caught off guard and splashed cleansing oil on his face. Nancy felt that she could not compliment this aesthetic.

"Who else could this belong to?" Nancy wanted to cry but didn't get up, she just squatted there without getting up, and took two steps back, "Who else but the clown?"

"The clown?" Jarvis was wary. "It is said that he is a very dangerous mentally ill criminal, but his activities are limited to Gotham."

"Hmm, Gotham has that dark Batman who made him fall in love with each other, how could Mr. Clown be willing to leave there?" Nancy casually told Jarvis, and asked curiously at the same time: "What does Gotham look like? Is there a metropolis across the sea?"

Jarvis had already confirmed some guesses. For some reason, Nancy didn't feel weird when she heard that Jarvis gave an affirmative answer.

At this time, the black box made a sound as if the communication device had just been turned on unwillingly, successfully attracting Nancy's attention.

"...listen, listen...choose...HAHAHAHA..."

Deliberately lowering the neurotic voice through the filter of this seemingly very cheap communicator, and falling into Nancy's ears, there is an unspeakable sense of distress.

"...Revenge?...Yes, delicious..."

The muffled sound of the fist hitting the flesh just sounds like that action must be very ruthless, the clown slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed out of his throat.

The madness in the pupils can only make people frightened, the sneer at only one person in the eyebrows and eyes keeps rising along the curved lines of his mouth, pale and bright red are intertwined on his face, which seems to be a smile but not a smile.

"Ha, it looks like hide and seek is over." The clown muttered to himself, "Are you ready for the next game?"

"The current situation, do you need me to let you understand it?" Batman twisted his wrist, "I thought you were playing tricks, but it doesn't seem to be the case."

Perhaps it was because he had prepared enough today, and he was determined to catch the Joker and stuff him back into Arkham. Therefore, it is easy to understand that Batman has the upper hand in this chase that no one is familiar with. of.

"Have you investigated the apartment that you came here in the first place?" The clown stuck out his tongue viciously and moistened his lips, "Or because of your urgency, you just chased it out." Yes, am I right?"

"..." Batman narrowed his eyes, "Tell me your intentions, you will be the fish in the jar."

"Who is the turtle in the jar?" The clown laughed suddenly, as if he heard a joke that made him feel extremely absurd, "Oh, I see, you are talking about that child, right?"

"Who told him that he really has a backbone?" He sighed pretendingly, "I just can't help...the whole body doesn't leave a good bone for him, HAHAHAHAHA"

"Don't try to challenge my reason." The hoarse voice sounded inexplicably soft, echoing in this dark alley, "There are many ways to make life worse than death, and it is enough to bring you back... ...to comfort his dead."

"It sounds like you don't like this topic very much." The clown spread his hands regretfully, looking very relaxed, "I only saw the girl in that apartment, a very cute child? Do you want to hear her voice?" Woolen cloth?"

"..."

"Although she may not be around there." The clown looked expectantly into the distance with distorted eyes, and smiled sinisterly, "Her laughter must be as cute and intoxicating as her face. "

Row upon row of lights gradually faded from house to house. Through the erratic gaps in the French windows and curtains, one could only see bright lights in this apartment, but at the same time it was strangely silent.

Nancy looked confused, feeling that she was really innocent this time.

Sitting on the sofa hugging his own pillow, Jarvis in front of him was flexibly using the fingers of his upper body suit to intersperse and outline among the colorful wires.

The cover of the black box had been lifted roughly long ago, and the shoddy drugs had been removed. A tube of fluorescent green reagent was contained in a very fragile test tube, which was being held by Jarvis. hands.

"Do you need help?" Nancy was a little flustered when she learned that part of the box was actually a penis, but she was comforted by Jarvis's calm and easy movements, "Uh, for example, I will give you some Engine oil or something?"

"...The release is complete." Jarvis turned his head calmly, and tilted his head with his battle suit very cheatingly, "At the same time, I cracked the signal of the device, and you can also talk to the other party."

"Huh? Is that so?" When Nancy heard this, she wanted to help Batman. It would be even better if she could call both of them back.

"Hello? Can you hear me from the other side?"

"..." - the sudden sweet voice made Batman raise his eyebrows and loosen his fist that had already been stuck on the clown's face.

"...Oh, I didn't expect that." - The Joker was rarely surprised, and wanted to take the opportunity to fight back but was pushed to the ground by Batman again.

As soon as the various words passed through her mind, she became a little confused. Nancy thought for a while, opened her mouth, and looked at the leftover garbage on the floor rather resentfully.

"Mr. Clown, why are you so devoid of public morals when you pile things up and down in other people's apartments?"

The author has something to say: I suddenly feel that Jarvis can also be included in the male lead candidate