[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 7: Dapeng spreads its wings on the verge of death

"What?" Bruce, who was dizzy and annoyed by the noisy crowd, was walking quickly towards the deserted corner he had wanted for a long time, but was stopped just before disappearing into the venue without a sound.

Another elite looking for my investment?Bruce turned around impatiently, and saw a waiter walking towards him with a glass of wine.

"No, I don't—" Before he could finish his refusal, he saw a bright white light flickering in the opponent's hand.

a dagger? !Bruce's muscles tense reflexively, the night he slowly awakens, and then he relaxes again the moment he sees clearly, it's just a silver mirror, his eyes tell themselves.

It seems that I need this time to relax myself, otherwise everything will look like a weapon.

Bruce smiled at the waiter, alleviating the embarrassment just now, although he was sure that the ordinary person opposite must not have noticed his instant reaction.

And he will never know how obsessed with his reflexive vigilance are the ordinary people on the opposite side.

Yun Hai really loves Bruce's subconscious reaction to death, the pleasure of engraving her brand in the soul of the other party forever, she bets that Bruce must have missed his knife just now.

Ah, don't get carried away.Yun Hai touched the cold metal in his trousers and reminded himself that it was the trace left by his ex, which did not belong to her, but what really belonged to her——

Yunhai looked at Bruce's perfect chin, aha, it's not so perfect now, because of that beautiful red mark.It can be seen that Bruce rushed here as soon as he woke up, because the wound she left had not been properly treated, and it hung brightly on the pale skin to show his presence.

A trace that belongs exclusively to "I".This thought made Yunhai a little drunk.

"Here." The waiter nodded his lips, and his voice was hoarse for some reason.

Suddenly, Bruce realized, looking down at the mirror.Sure enough, there was a mark of lipstick on the corner of her lips at some point, which should have been left by the supermodel just now.

Wiping off the lipstick from the corner of his mouth, he turned his head sideways to take a look at his chin, where the mark of last night still remained.That's right, the wound has healed pretty well, and it probably won't be obvious until tomorrow.

Bruce turned the angle to get a better look at the wound, but suddenly saw an eye intrude from the corner of the mirror? !

The eyes are particularly strange, with red in the thick black, weird and depressing, which makes Bruce have a bad sense of sight for a moment.He raised his head suddenly, his falcon-like eyes locked tightly on the waiter who was too late to look back——

In fact, the other party didn't try to look back at all, but looked back frankly, with a calm expression and peaceful eyes, and even asked suspiciously when Bruce was looking for him: "Sir?"

Was that moment just an illusion?As soon as this idea came up, Bruce immediately refuted it back, no, it's impossible, an ordinary person can't keep calm under the scrutiny he just had.

That's because, at that moment, it was not Bruce who dominated this body, but him that night.

Batman knew the pressure his gaze could bring to those criminals, he could see it in their frightened eyes, he could feel it in their trembling breath.The self reflected in the eyes of various colors: pointed ears, black body, a nightmare, an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

That's right, that's it, that's it!Yunhai felt a small person in his body shouting loudly:

Come on! come on!

I want you out to do it!

Come on!

Find me!

Discover me!

Unmask me!

and...you!

TOME!

(Come on! Come on, this is what I want you to do! Find me, find me, expose me, and reveal yourself to me!)

When seeing Batman slowly move his gaze to his ankles, Yun Hai couldn't help cheering loudly in his heart:

Yes! Yes! YOU GOT IT! ! !

She felt the long-lost sweet pain.In an instant, countless fireworks bloomed in front of the eyes, and the sea of ​​clouds seemed to reach the extreme of life in a trance, the ultimate carnival.

Now that you've found the key, what do you do with it?My cute little bat ~ Yunhai is waiting for Batman to make a choice, and Batman - Heneverlethimdown, SodoesitTHISTIME!

Of course, of course, because he's Batman!

"Thank you, I think I just need this." Bruce tilted his head and thought for a while, then he smiled flirtatiously, and stretched out two fingers to try to remove the glass of crystal clear wine from the tray in the waiter's hand.

As he did so, out of the corner of his eye he watched the unflappable waiter, delighted in his affirmation.Maybe he was pretending to be calm, maybe he was really just an innocent passerby, but no matter what, it was really a ridiculous temptation.

Is the person in front of you a clown?How can this be?Reason denies loudly in his heart, but Bruce just can't let go.

It is impossible for the clown to know his true identity, and even if he knew, he would not be like this person now—quiet, yes, the word quiet would never be used to describe a clown.

But why did the muscles of his mandible collapse so tight?Why is my nerve unwilling to relax for a moment?

Tell me, are you or are you not?Bruce stared at the tall and thin man, then turned his wrists and hung them limply.Whether it is or not, it will be known at this moment——

"I'm so sorry for getting your pants leg wet, I'd like to—" Bruce stopped halfway through the squat.There was a reason for his termination. The glass of wine did not fall to the bottom of the opponent's trousers as he expected, but was firmly caught by a well-knit hand.

The black-haired man caught the cup the moment it fell to the ground. He had perfect nerve reflexes and perfect muscle control. Looking at the slightly raised arm muscles, he had a pure face.

What is the truth?What remains in place is still a cloud of fog.Bruce was even a little annoyed. If the other party was really a clown, he must have been alerted. It's a pity.

Feeling sorry in his heart, when he raised his head again, the small surprise on his face disappeared, and Bruce casually took the glass from the waiter again—yes, the wine in the glass didn’t even spill out—he even had the leisure to laugh Said: "I didn't think there was such a thing in the training of waiters."

"No, Mr. Wayne, but I'm always strict with myself."

"It sounds quite in line with the purpose of Wayne Group. Are you interested in doing an internship in our company?" The test failed, but it doesn't matter. Then throw another test, so how will you answer this time?

Declining an invitation from someone in power at the Wayne Corporation?Then he probably has a problem.

Agree to the invitation?That's better, it's safer to keep the uncertain factors by your side.

Bruce stared at the dark-haired man only thinking that he had won.

"It's an honor." Bruce heard the other party's reply, how should I put it, should I say that he had expected it a long time ago?His probing eyes lingered on the other person's face, trying to catch every trace of unnaturalness.Repeated many times, all ended in failure.

Is it a disguise?or real?But there is no difference between the two in Bruce's view, because he will not always fail, while Batman will never fail, this is inevitable, this is the law.

Bruce drank the wine from his glass.

The author has something to say: Yunhai: I have never lost in terms of death.

System: I will testify for her!