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

"Don't try to communicate with him, I have witnessed many cases."

Batman crossed his arms, stood there and reminded him coldly.

I don't know which step gave Nancy some wrong signals. The girl who was more strict and restrained in front of him can now communicate with him very peacefully and casually. This is not a good thing for Batman Still bad.

The good thing is obvious, there is no problem in the communication between the two, and many matters can be resolved through discussion. Just in the morning, he did ask for help to keep an eye on the clown with a nervous smile on his face, so that he can go to the bathroom Here, address some of the little flaws with the Batsuit, like some personal issues that can only be resolved by taking off the suit entirely.

On the unsatisfactory side, as it is now, Nancy still maintains a kind of eager curiosity about the clown. No matter how he threatens and warns, she can shrug her shoulders and give herself a smile.

"It's not that I'm curious about him," Nancy said nonsense with a pair of beautiful eyes, and the speed of browsing the computer is not inferior to the situation of concentrating on it, "His gaze is too intense so that I can't seriously check it these messages."

"The policemen and doctors who came into contact with him all had extreme mental emotions." Batman said all this, and under the cover of this identity, he gave full play to his indifferent mentality that he was too lazy to deal with.

Everyone is an adult, and some things don't need to be said too much.

The Joker seemed to think that her words could resonate with Batman's mood, and continued to scan the small living room with blunt and malicious eyes happily.

"You have to keep an eye on this lovely child." No matter where the clown is, his behavior of not being like a trapped animal is a little disturbing, but it's only disturbing.

"Do you know what's in her mind, can you control them?"

"Do you think you really know yourself... Batman?"

The only response to the Joker was a fist in the silence, and Batman's eyes turned a little red.

The red bloodshot was densely covered like a spider web crawling around the prey, and the creepy and dangerous breath penetrated into the lungs with the aggravated breathing.

"The red breast, and the feathers dyed pure black—who killed the mockingbird?"

"enough!"

The pounding of fists was dulled away from the friction of the cloth.

"There is no need to prepare bows and arrows at all. I still remember the appearance of being caught?"

"Enough is enough!!!"

The bleeding from the mouth and nose stung his heart even more, and the difficult beating seemed to be maintaining the breathing rate, which was necessary and difficult.

This black thorn seemed to be born in Bruce's heart, the more he struggled, the deeper it pricked the torn wound.

Nancy let go of her hand holding the mouse, and stared dumbfounded at the darker blood on the black glove, and the deeper wrinkles between her brows.

I don't know why Batman was suddenly provoked by the Joker's words and lost his mind, allowing violence to control his thoughts.

There was no room for patience in those blue eyes, and the hands hanging there were holding onto the clown's collar tightly, as if he was thinking dangerously about how he should end his life.

The oil paint was mottled mixed with his own salty blood, dyeing the corners of his mouth terribly red, and traces of it were deeply imprinted into the lines of his smile, and the strands of entangled hair that had turned brown It fit tightly against the pale forehead, outlining the ferocious edges and corners for him.

It was as if the most mellow and alluring wine was held in a broken wine glass, even if he was pricked to bleed, it could not stop him from approaching the bitterness of the entrance.

"Have you made up your mind?" The word indifference is funny and weird when used on the clown, but Nancy is suffocated and can only find this word from her own dictionary to describe him now, "Kill me, become me? "

"..."

The muscles hidden under the cloak have been stretched to the limit. With the strength of one hand, he can lift a grown man up in the air by the hem of his clothes. The deep folds seem to be folded in the blood and bones, and the arms hang down weakly. The veins were all over the place, and the blood that was beating and flowing in the blood vessels seemed to have lost its temperature under the abnormal glaring complexion.

"Self-proclaimed law enforcer, come to enforce your powers and responsibilities?"

"Gotham needs a bright future HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~"

"......Snapped."

For no reason, he fell headfirst on the sofa, and the clown's eyes pierced through the pile of heavy muscles buried on his body, and fell directly on Nancy who obviously did something behind him.

"What are you looking at?" As if she had given her a lot of confidence by bringing down a guy whose force value was completely out of proportion to her own, Nancy raised her eyebrows and pinched another spell that was rushed out in her hand, and recited silently Just put it in the middle of the clown's forehead.

Very good, the world is really quiet now.

Strenuously dragging away the momentarily stiff and dizzy two hugging their waists, Nancy spent all the strength of both hands to peel off Bruce's clenched fingers, and there was also an incredible emotion in her eyes.

The two lay on the sofa on their backs, their smiles and hatred gradually relaxed, and everything became flat.

"You shouldn't be a law enforcement officer, Mr. Wayne." Nancy moved her fingers lightly, staring at the small half of her face exposed under the mask, and said to herself freely, "The law enforcement officers need to bear The pressure shouldn't be on your shoulders."

"The government's lack of credibility, and the discourse against the establishment of a new order so attractive to people lurking in the dark quagmire is only because it is in their interests." The two brains that can think about memory became unscrupulous, and Jarvis, who hadn't said a word for a long time, was also pressed the shutdown button early, "What you can do is to choose the seemingly smallest price from the dilemma, That's exactly what your beloved Gotham needs most."

"The most dangerous speech and the most suitable for their interests and the needs of order are clowns," Nancy paused for two or three seconds, trying to find the permutation and combination of words that she most wanted to utter in her heart, "but maintain The gray areas where order leads to order are even rarer."

"The wisdom of the people is far from being improved to the point where there is no need for a system, and the division of power is the most filthy thing."

"So you can't do his wish and become the Joker, Mr. Batman?"

"Speaking of which, I really want to see what kind of face is under the mask—" Nancy lowered her head and struggled for a while, then knelt down in front of Batman with downcast eyes, "Just take a look, and I'll give it to you later." You put it on."

Holding her breath, she gently pressed her slender fingers to the place where the mask and skin were worn together. With a lift of her wrist, Nancy tried to take off the mask.

A dark hand reached out silently and grabbed her wrist, successfully making her freeze in a kneeling position.

The eyes were intertwined so unexpectedly that Nancy didn't dare to move her eyes, let alone her wrist which was still firmly grasped.

"In terms of magic defense - don't compare me to that big alien moron."

"...You, did you wake up from that sentence?" She tentatively opened her mouth in a dying struggle, her eyeballs rolled around, and Bruce's complicated heart suddenly burst into a smile.

"Just start with Mr. Wayne's sentence."

...It's over, it's over! ! !

"You know my real identity." Bruce said calmly, as if the person who was furious earlier did not exist, and the fluctuations in his tone were very methodical, "You also know the situation in Gotham, and you can even analyze it The idea of ​​a clown."

... But, isn't that right, she hasn't completed the earlier films, and she has read a lot of various analysis and film reviews.

If God can let her spoil, then the title of the spoiled little prince must belong to her.

"To be honest, you are very dangerous to me and Gotham." He took a deep look at Nancy, but under her defenseless gaze, he took off the mask himself.

It was a pair of eyes that could drown people when they were affectionate.

Aphasia for a while, and finally taking the opportunity to withdraw her wrist was also the first to let go. Nancy rubbed her own wrist unconsciously, turning her head away in Bruce's deepening smile.

"So I can only choose to believe your words. There is no Gotham here, and you will not come to Gotham."

Nancy laughed, thinking back on this sentence, she felt that it was not so right.

This is, was she disliked? !

"It's a simple Gotham city, even if you, Master Wayne, invite me to go, I won't go." Can't help but say, Nancy shrinks her head and moves herself a seat away from Bruce.

"Folk and simple?" Bruce repeated the adjective, feeling that he had realized some subtle emotions in it, "I believe there is another sentence in this sentence."

"Arkham is full of talents." She glanced at the sleeping clown, and raised her chin in his direction.

"..." He followed Nancy's movements politely with his gaze to express that he understood, the temperature in his eyes gradually became warm and distant, making people clearly aware of the intentionally placed in the middle A gap.

"Can I touch this mask?" It was not easy to ease the atmosphere, Nancy changed the topic contentedly, and turned her attention to the black mask that was put on the coffee table after it was taken off.

"Yes." Perhaps the voice changer is installed close to the upper side of the throat. Although the original sound is not exactly the same as imagined, the temperament that cannot be ignored is such a natural feeling.

Probably the batsuit made of high-tech materials feels different from the crudely made stage outfit outside. This suit made of money and Iron Man's suit are completely two styles, and the emphasis is also different. .

The two pointy ears were within reach, and after kneading them contentedly for a while, Nancy flipped the mask in her hand, and curiously explored the inside that fitted her head.

"Voice changer, air conditioner, cushions to prevent collisions and bruises... Hey, are these two ears really two ears?" As if she had discovered something novel, Nancy raised her hand to gesture to Bruce , the doubts about this mask in his eyes were not gradually eliminated with understanding, but deepened.

"I thought there would be antenna radar and other black technology to enhance hearing." The obvious disappointment was clear at a glance, which made Bruce feel a stomachache after a long absence.

Subconsciously touching his earlobe, Bruce, who quickly realized what he was doing, coughed lightly with his fists, and moved his fingers uncomfortably.

He's not a real bat, so why did he put the things she said on top of his head?

A trace of stiffness suddenly appeared from his fingertips, and Nancy followed his slightly nervous gaze. As expected, although it was only the beginning, and the degree of transparency was very weak, Bruce's eyes had already led him to realize this.

"It's all like this. After becoming transparent, you can leave this place." Nancy slowly handed back the mask in her hand to him with a relaxed smile, "Look, isn't Mr. Clown also becoming Be transparent?"

Bruce quickly averted his gaze from his palm and glanced up at her.

"—You are also becoming transparent, is this also a normal thing?"