[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Clark knows the relationship between the clown and the little fox. In fact, thanks to his super hearing, he also knows many unknown relationships.For example, Fox has an affair with Batman...

That day in the hospital, Clark was fully capable in order to catch the thugs fleeing everywhere as soon as possible. Naturally, he also heard the harmonious and weird love rival conversation between the Joker and Batman.It was also at that time that Clark realized that Fox was not as beautiful as he imagined.She is playful, capricious, reckless, and a bad woman who never knows how to be satisfied.The Joker, Batman, Bruce Wayne, and him... Maybe it would be nice to be able to transfer the tricks of a few men to her.Clark felt that he should stay away from such a woman, but when he heard that she was in danger, he impulsively flew to save her.

Do you love her?Clark questioned Guo himself in his heart.

To be honest, his affection for her has not reached the level of love.

So why are you protecting her?

Because he likes her, likes her very much.

Even knowing that she is a bad woman?

...Yes.

"I'm the opposite of you." Clark raised his head, with a faint smile on his slightly tired handsome face: "She prefers to grow strawberries for me."

"Ha!" The clown slammed his hands on the glass, staring at the people inside with cold eyes, with a strange smile on his slightly distorted face: "Are you making me angry? You think I won't?" kill you?"

Even if you don't kill me, I will be radiated to death by this green krypton gas in a few days.Clark pursed his lips and said nothing.

Suddenly, the door behind the clown was pushed open from the outside.The figure of the visitor can be called thin in the true sense, and he is not tall, about 1.7 meters five.Under the dark golden half-long hair, a handsome face is particularly beautiful.As he walked into the house, he spoke at a slightly faster speed, without any concealment of his eavesdropping behavior:

"Joker, you should control your temper. No wonder the girl ran away with him, at least he is gentle and caring, unlike you—"

boom!

"Wow!" The man turned sideways neatly, and the bullet grazed his clothes and hit the door panel behind him: "My coat is very expensive. Although I am not short of money, I will not waste it. I will put it on The bill was sent to you." He grabbed the clothes on his upper arm and looked at the hole cut by the bullet.

"blablabla..." the clown interrupted impatiently, "maybe I should shoot you in the head so you won't be so noisy."

"It's scary." He was not frightened at all when he came to the task, but instead laughed and complained: "Right, Superman, you think he's scary too, don't you?"

It's him?Clark, who was locked in the small house, looked at the person carefully through the glass.Sure enough, Clark had an expected feeling in his heart.Who else knows who can restrain him with kryptonite, isn't it Lex Luthor, the great philanthropist in Metropolis?

"It really is you." Clark said in a deep voice.Since he seriously injured him in that confrontation a year ago, he hasn't appeared again. He thought he was dead, and even struggled with the fact that the shot was too heavy.

"I didn't expect it to be you." Lex laughed.

While Lex has been working hard to catch Superman, he's actually managed to catch him a handful of times...uncountable.He has never caught Superman. This alien is too powerful, and any weapon that can be made in modern times cannot cause him any harm. This conclusion makes Lex, a human being, feel more in danger.The determination to kill Superman also became stronger.

The human world should be controlled by humans, and it's not up to Superman, an alien, to intervene!

"I remember that you once gave me an interview." Lex continued, "Your disguise is really good." Even though he said that, Lex felt that it was a ghost in his heart!I don't know what happened to me before, but I couldn't tell that he was a superman when he wore glasses. Could it be that he was blind at that time?

"Maybe I should be sensible and leave you a two-person world?" The clown who had been standing for a year shook the gun in his hand, and had no intention of leaving at all.

"Yes." Lex nodded with a smile, took out a CD from his trousers pocket and threw it to the clown: "I found traces of deletion from some street videos, and I got some small gains after restoration, maybe you Want to see it too?"

The little harvest he mentioned must be his little pet. After all, the deal they made was that he would help him catch Superman, and he would help him find the cat.The clown narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand directly: "Give it to me."

Lex raised his finger and pointed at Clark: "He, give it to me."

"make a deal."

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The bright light illuminates the entire cave like daytime, and there is an area in the cave crowded with various weapon parts and tools that can be called a pure land.

The pale pink partitions blocked the gray walls and uneven ground, and the pink and white carpet covered the entire area, for fear of cutting the hostess's feet.The gorgeous princess bed is soft and comfortable, and the white European-style dressing table is placed next to the bed, with all kinds of cosmetics on it.The bathroom is covered by a thin gauze curtain, but for young couples, this seems to be a decoration.

The plain hands gently fiddled with the rose petals floating on the water, and the sound of splashing water was pleasant to the ears.Gradually hot air enveloped the bathtub, and in the haze, a beauty was placed in the moist mist.

The beauty's thick black hair was coiled behind her head by a pencil, revealing her graceful neck. Looking up slightly, the line from her throat to her collarbone was extremely attractive.She occasionally scooped water up to her chest with her hands, and the bright red petals fluttered on her milky white skin.

When Bruce returned to the Batcave from the outside, he happened to see such a picture of a beautiful woman in a bath.

She seemed to have become beautiful again, Bruce stood at the entrance of the cave and quietly looked at the oriental girl who was like a mermaid in the bathtub.Her facial features didn't change much, but he just felt that she was more attractive than when they first met.The seductive aura around her is like a goblin in oriental legends, possessing an inhuman allure.

Bruce thought that his willpower was not weak, but since he met her, he always slapped himself in the face.It was okay before, but recently he really can't control his behavior.I come here every night, sometimes even when I go back to the manor and lie on the bed in my bedroom, I can't help but get up and put on Batman, and run to the Batcave pretending to be the one who just caught the bad guys from outside. she sleeps.

He might be sick, Batman thought.

mental illness...

"You're back." The little fox, whose five senses had gradually recovered, heard footsteps before Batman came in.Seeing him standing at the entrance of the cave as a log, he greeted him.

During the days in captivity, the little fox lived a carefree life as a rice bug.No work, no housework, someone regularly handed in high-quality rations, and no longer needed to concentrate on suppressing estrus. The little fox gradually had a surplus of demonic power to feed his body to squander.Before I was injured, I was not willing to spend my demon power to heal, but now I raised my hand to wipe away the traces of love and no longer feel distressed.

Maybe it won't be long before she can use some spells to leave here, the little fox thought happily.

"Are you injured?" The sensitive nose smelled a trace of blood, and the little fox wrinkled his nose, turning his head to look at Bruce who walked into him slowly.

"No." Bruce stepped into the cave, and he tore off the cloak on his body and threw it on the ground: "Other people's blood." Today, the increasingly powerful Bruce has rarely been injured.

The little fox gave a light oh, and the beautiful fox eyes couldn't help but stick to his body.

The tall man walked slowly towards the woman in the bath with his long legs. As he walked, he unbuttoned the concealed button of the tights with his bony hands.

The black leather jacket that tightly wrapped the muscles was slowly taken off by the man. Under the pampered white jade skin, the muscles representing strength were evenly distributed where they should be.Every time the long legs take a step, the sexy belly will outline a beautiful mermaid line.He took his shirt down to his waist, and the hidden buttons on his trousers were also undone, revealing his tight black underwear.

I have to say, this boss really likes tight things.

"You really have a special liking for tights." The little fox stared straight at Bruce's lower body without hesitation.

Bruce stepped into the bathtub with long legs, and the gorgeous roses spread out for a wave, and then immediately gathered together to cover the bodies of the two.

The little fox smiled and moved towards Bruce, leaning on him intimately.

Bruce put his arm around the little fox's shoulder, pinched her chin with the other hand and raised it, and placed a light kiss on her lips.

"I really like tight ones." The hoarse and deep voice rang softly in the woman's ear.

The little fox smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to push him: "Mensao."

"Thank you for the compliment." Bruce fell to the side, hugged the little beauty and soaked in the hot bath in a regular manner.

Because he ate enough yesterday, the little fox who is not very hungry today is also honest and doesn't move anymore.She leaned on his arm and looked around his covered face: "Tired?"

Tired?Bruce, who closed his eyes, was silent for a while, and his voice was a little tired and helpless: "Tired." Especially when he saved someone, but was vigilant and afraid by those people.He will not hurt them, he has said many times.But they never believed it, even if they fought their lives for them, they only looked at him like a criminal.

But when you think about it, they're right.He is indeed a criminal... Bruce curled his lips mockingly.

Boo!

The loud kissing sound was very clear in the empty cave, and Bruce was taken aback by a real kiss, and then opened his eyes.

"You won't be tired from kissing." The little fox lay on Bruce's chest, smiling and rubbing against each other.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Bruce felt that he really relaxed a lot, and even the thick air suddenly woke up.He looked down at the person lying in his arms, put his fingers on the top of her head and gently stroked her long hair: "It's really much better, do you want another one?"

The little fox chuckled, opened his mouth and bit his chest: "No!"

Bruce smiled slightly, and naturally changed the subject: "What did you do today?"

"What else can I do, just read novels, magazines, and newspapers." Of course, most of the time I am pretending to sleep and really meditating.

Bruce looked sideways at the small table next to the bathtub. Besides snacks and drinks, there was a newspaper on it.He reached out to open the newspaper, and the first thing he saw was the genuine photo.

"Bruce Wayne?" Bruce asked inexplicably.

bell--! ! !

The alarm bell was pulled in an instant, and the little fox immediately entered a state of readiness.

"I remember he was your ex-lover?" Bruce's expression was calm, and he didn't show any strange emotions.

"No!" The little fox denied calmly: "I have nothing to do with that Bruce Wayne, really!"

"Oh?" Bruce raised his eyebrows whether happy or sad.

"I admit that he and I do intend to develop a relationship, but this is a real one. I only regard him as a one-night sex friend, the kind who breaks up when we run out." The little fox said solemnly.

"Break up when you're done with it?" Bruce chuckled, "What about me?"

The little fox, who was planning to escape, felt guilty, and let out more nonsense on his mouth: "Of course you are different! How could the second generation ancestor compare with you? You crushed him in every way, he and You are totally unqualified!"

The second generation ancestor, crushed in all aspects, not qualified, hehe... An uncontrollable anger surged upwards.Although I knew that both of them were me, I was still so angry!

"fox." The anger in his heart rushed to his heart, and Bruce stroked the little fox's hair more and more gently.

"En?" The little fox responded, and the gentle touch on the top of her head made her half-close her eyes comfortably.It would be great if I could change back to the original form at this moment, the prototype is more comfortable to be stroked.

"Did I not tell you my real name?"

The little fox blinked and looked up at Bruce.Two pairs of black eyes looked at each other, and one pair was clear and bright, clearly reflecting the figure of the man who half covered his face.And the other pair is as black as ink, and the figure of the oriental girl is deeply trapped in the bottomless whirlpool, and it seems that she will never be able to break free.

"No.. not at all."

What is this sense of crisis?There is always a feeling of imminent disaster... Is it an illusion?