[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

You know, madnessisalotlikegravity…sometimesallyyouneedisalittlepush.

You see, madness is like gravity, sometimes all it takes is a nudge.

Vespa focused on treating the wound for him. In fact, she was very worried that Joker would turn against him if he disagreed with him, shoot her directly, or kick her off a tall building.

With this bloody villain system, she will be killed sooner or later.

If there is one thing that makes her more satisfied with this mission, it is probably that her current age is finally no longer a girl, although because she was almost transformed into a vampire, her skin still has an unreal texture that is too perfect, but in the end As far as she's concerned, she looks like an adult now.

To some extent, the villain system is barely reliable. For example, the medical memory in her brain is very perfect and superb, like a real pathologist.

You must know that she is only an official of the Ministry of Finance in the real world, and her recent rich experience has allowed her to try different identities as protoss, vampire, and wizard, and now the medical memory in her mind allows her to skillfully bandage and treat wounds.

Although she is now an academic epidemiologist, she certainly has basic medical care capabilities.

But even so, it doesn't mean that she is willing to get close to Joker. As a person who cherishes life, it is the right way to stay away from high-functioning anti-social neuropathy.

But it's a pity that she is an unlucky person who is burdened with system tasks. In this damn life, Vespa subconsciously reached into his pocket and fumbled, but soon stopped, and then found that there is a disadvantage of having an adult body again, that is, her The craving for cigarettes seemed to come back.

She desperately wanted to light a cigarette now, so as to suppress her anxiety about facing the most dangerous people in DC.

"Kitty, do you want to smoke?" Mr. Joker looked at her with interest, his eyes revealing the evil excitement of teasing his prey.

Vespa felt that when she was faced with a genuinely dangerous psychopath, she should not care about the other party calling her a kitten, and she should save her energy to find a living space in his moody emotions.

There is no need to ask him how to read her thoughts, the most charming super villain in the world has always relied on his extraordinary wisdom.

Vespa smoothed the broken hair behind his ears, "I've quit smoking for a while."

Although she was forced to quit, after all, she couldn't find the Russian product she used to smoke in Asgard, the lavender tobacco that looked like a lipstick.

"But you need it urgently now, don't you?" Joker raised his eyebrows meaningfully, looking a little weirdly crazy.

He gave an order to the tall and strong police officer behind him, "Sir, pass a cigarette to our beautiful pathologist."

"This is a non-smoking room, Mr. J." Vespa threw the waste from cleaning the wound into the trash can, trying to convince God knows what he was thinking of Gotham's chief criminal.

Joker licked his lips with a treacherous and excited expression, "Don't be so boring, kitty, the only sane way to live in this world is to not have rules, you have to learn to break your rules."

"Otherwise—let me do a funny trick for you?" There was a certain guilty glee in his voice.

Vespa didn't want to make this uncontrollable super criminal do something stupid for a cigarette, after all, no one knew what he would do next second.

She sat on the chair opposite Joker across the wooden table, reluctantly took the cigarette handed by the police officer, and lit it skillfully.

The red lips parted slightly, and he took a light breath and slowly exhaled the smoke.

She is a natural smoky beauty, leaning against the table to reveal her seductive curves, that mysterious hazy feeling that makes people want to keep digging her secrets.

This lit tobacco seems to be her secret weapon to present her sexy posture. The frivolity and deepness, sexy and wild beauty, as the smoke floats out of her mouth, the gorgeousness of that second is a fairyland on earth.

But of course this is not the charm of cigarettes, but because of the shockingly beautiful girl in front of her, with black hair and red lips, classical and exotic face, those blurred, sharp, melancholy, and hesitant complex eyes, making everyone in this ward Several police officers blushed inexplicably.

The brunette girl has the skin to stand out from the crowd, but what is more eye-catching is her mysterious and evil temperament.

Joker grinned exaggeratedly, she is really suitable for doing evil, just imagine, she made her debut at the finale of the dinner party, amazed the already slightly tired guests, she was like a mystery, no one knew where she came from When will you leave in the future, and when you are deeply infatuated with her, you find out that this girl is a cold-blooded killer who caused chaos at the dinner party, dressed up and left after killing.

He couldn't wait to teach her to be obsessed with the pleasure of being shot and loaded. His kitty must be full of death and lust, and the adrenaline will soar at the first glance.

Vespa looked at the excited and strange expression of the target, and felt more and more that the danger of this mission was too high. She was very worried that she was becoming the target of Joker's prank, which usually did not end well.

In fact, she was right to worry. Mr. Joker was thinking about whether to bring her back to Arkham to relieve boredom, or lead her to the streets of Gotham, so that she would learn to enjoy the pleasure of shooting and loading a gun.

Seems like the latter is more fun doesn't it?

Anyway, this is not the first time he has left Arkham Asylum, every time he feels bored, he will naturally come out to have some fun, and every time the black bat is found, Joker is always very relaxed Putting on the handcuffs, he returned to Arkham refreshed.

He felt like a dog chasing a car. Even if he caught up, he didn't want to do anything to the car. He was just looking for something to do, and the brunette across the table was his new joy.

Joker propped his elbows on the table, and got as close to her as possible, with a strange voice that was inscrutable and seductive, "Vespa, don't you want to avenge your parents yourself?"

Vespa lowered her eyes. It was not because of this that she met this dangerous criminal.

Joker is not very satisfied with her attitude, she always does not act according to her expectations, what is she doing now?Shouldn't it be heartbroken to be touched where it hurts, or even smoldering with anger?

Vespa's eyes flicked to his particularly striking green hair, followed by several tattoos on his pretty face, most notably the "Damaged" on his forehead.

"Mr. J, is your tattoo intended to convey that you were 'destroyed'?" Vespa smiled sweetly, "By whom? Batman?"

Look, she exceeded his expectations once again.

After Joker was imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, he personally completed this "Damaged" tattoo on himself. He wanted to convey a message to Batman-you destroyed me, I was so beautiful, and you It ruined my face.

Joker stared at her green eyes, Vesper put his chin on one hand and smiled at him, "Mr. J, do you really think you are destroyed?

Oh my god, look what he found?How could her eyes carry so much shadow and confusion?How can a poor ghost who came to Gotham to escape the heartbreak look so cold and invincible?

Vespa handed him the cigarette between his fingers, "Actually, I prefer Russian products."

With a weird smile on his face, Joker stared into her eyes and took the cigarette, took a deep breath in his mouth, and blew out smoke rings at Vespa, "Kitty, where did you come from?"

"Maybe in hell?" Vespa shrugged, then looked at the police officer behind Joker, "Please keep your guns safe, Mr. Police."

She turned to the most dangerous criminal in Gotham and said bluntly, "Mr. J, I'm afraid you have to change the attending doctor. I'm a pathologist and I'm not good at clinical practice." She raised her wrist and looked at the time, her tone relaxed, "And I I have an appointment tonight, I'm afraid I have to get off work."

Worried that Joker would be angered by Vespa, several police officers with live ammunition immediately stood in front of Vespa, blocking her from the most evil criminals in Gotham.

And Joker asked her curiously, "A date?"

His voice became gloomy, "Could it be with that gray mouse named Black?"

Vespa had already walked to the door, holding the doorknob with his fingers and turning it lightly, "I'm not interested in office romances."

Joker watched her walk away gracefully, as if carrying a puff of smoke, making people want to detect or follow her.

He put the cigarette at his fingertips back into his mouth and took a deep breath. He looked at the young police officer whose brow bone was still stained with blood, "Don't dream, this femme fatale won't like a fool like you."

The young policeman's voice was annoyed, "I won't even look at you pervert!"

"What did you misunderstand?" Joker rolled his eyes comically, "I'm not interested in those disgusting relationships."

That sneaky kitten was his new joy at best.

But she doesn't seem to be very good, just like all Persian cats, she always wants to escape when the owner is not prepared.

She can really just make people laugh sometimes, can't she?

Vespa does have an appointment tonight, with a Porsche sales manager. She lives not too close to the hospital, and means of transportation is a must. Since the system is generous to her financial situation, a car Porsche supercar has become a good choice, it is classic and has excellent safety at the same time.

By the way, she also needs some nice clothes, and a shopping spree will reduce her anxiety about this mission a little.

Facing a high-risk criminal who never plays according to the rules, she feels that she may need some tranquilizers to relieve anxiety at any time, or should she directly inject tranquilizers into Joker's veins?Of course, if she didn't worry about being stabbed into a sieve in the next second.

In this city with the highest crime rate in the United States, there is never a lack of flashy and luxurious scenes. When Vespa bid farewell to the Porsche manager and drove a super sports car on the streets of Gotham City with a well-developed traffic system, the night sky was cloudy and weird. The Gothic buildings of the city stand tall, and beneath the glitz of the surface, filth is hidden in the dark alleys.

She speeded up, leaving the gorgeous night scene far behind.

When she arrived at the single-family villa under her name, Vespali brushed off her wind-blown black hair and put on three-inch high heels. At the same time, she did not forget to check the British Browning L9A1 pistol in her handbag. , this is Gotham where crimes are breeding in every corner, it is always right to be cautious.

The weather is not warm tonight, at least when she was wearing this latest red slip dress, she was a bit chilled by the cold wind.

Vespa inserted the key into the door and turned it twice. When she was about to enter, a strange and unpredictable voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "Look at your back~"

Vespa was pushed in by the sudden force behind her, and with the crisp sound of closing the door, she was pressed hard against the door in the dark villa, and her back-to-back posture prevented her from seeing the other person's expression at all.

"Kitty, do you think you can escape your master's sight?"

Joker's voice is playful, as if teasing the prey in the trap.

Vespa felt that there was a cold gun on her waist. In fact, even if she didn't have it, she might not be able to resist. Although in the battle, Joker mainly uses his genius wisdom, but he also has superb melee combat skills.

Vespa remembers that in the comics he fought Batman with a sword, not only defeated Batman, even almost killed him, and by the way, he also had a talent for shooting.

Joker pulled the hair from the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her head back, while he whispered in her ear, laughing in a strange voice to comfort her, "Don't worry, kitty, I didn't mean to kill you , what should I do if I kill you? Don’t go the old way and play tricks on drug dealers? That’s not interesting at all.”

But Vespa didn't like to sit still, not to mention that the other party was a real lunatic. She elbowed Joker away, and at the same time took out the gun in her handbag and aimed it between his eyebrows.

With the cold gun pressed against his head, Joker's expression became even more excited, "God, you're like a Persian cat who wants to scratch its paws while its master is unaware."

He then shrugged, "Don't you find that the texture of this gun is a bit wrong, kitty?"

Joker looked crazy, held Vespa's hand and pulled the trigger, but a small red flag shot out of the gun.

Vespa didn't know when he was changed, but he was sure that the real British Browning was in his hands.

"What exactly do you want, Mr. J?" She leaned against the door, and the moonlight shining through the window seemed to make her side face shine brightly.

Joker has never had a bad habit of not hitting women, but facing this perfectly beautiful face, it seems a bit violent to have scars on it, so he decided to change the punishment method.

With a bang, Vespa was pushed against the door by Joker, his legs were forced to open and wrapped around his waist, and the metal gun in his hand moved downstream along the graceful body curve of the brunette.

"What do I want?"

Joker looked very innocent, "I just want to have fun."