Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

The pattering raindrops hit the windows, and under the mottled station signs, there were still a few pedestrians wrapped in thick dark coats quietly waiting for the train to arrive.

Water stains splashed on the leather boots, and Hull was still wearing the newly bought mid-length jacket, and the slit black rabbit dress did not bring much heat, and her hands in the pockets were clenched and turned white.

The icy rain hit the raincoat, and she took the sky train to Narrow Island with only a raincoat on.On the distorted photo she was holding, there was also a ghostly address written by her carelessly. Now she can only tenaciously discern for a long time before she vaguely remembers where is where.

Just like that, I wandered round and round on the narrow island at the end of the train. The female killer who was rumored to be devoid of conscience got lost in the streets and alleys and dutifully searched for the target person.

She stomped her feet to shake off the coolness on her body, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but the coolness penetrated directly into her body.The hair on her forehead was already wet, she wiped her face trying to wipe off all the rain, when she heard the sound of glass shattering, she blinked, and the quick reaction she had practiced for a long time made her move towards the sound coming from the sound The house ran over to investigate.I saw a burning black shadow falling parabolicly to the roof of the car parked aside to absorb some of the force and then rolled to the ground, rolling in embarrassment trying to extinguish the flames, but the flames on his body were still spreading unwillingly.

Hull also finally saw clearly who fell to the ground in embarrassment. She looked at the place where she fell, and there were passers-by gathered around Batman.She squinted her eyes, violently tore off the raincoat and took off the jacket to help extinguish the flames on Batman's body, and at the same time shot directly at the window. Because of the increasing rain, she couldn't hear whether there were still people in the room, or whether they were there. It was shot, but the room quickly burned after a few seconds of silence, and the billowing smoke and flames continued unabated on a rainy night, indicating that someone blatantly put gasoline in advance.

At this time, the passers-by finally realized that this was not the time for them to gather together to watch the fun, and they fled screaming and terrified under the gunshots. Hull couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief seeing the fire on Batman's body finally extinguished, and they were also driven away. After leaving, she still helped him avoid the crowd.

She looked at the dirty and wet coat, and she was completely drenched. She squatted on the ground and said to Batman with a headache: "I'm really afraid of something. Mr. Batman, shouldn't you also reflect on yourself?"

Because of the terrorist gas, Bruce still saw the scene of falling into the well when he was a child and saw a large number of bats. The animal he was most afraid of, he is now using it as a symbol to make criminals afraid.However, the fear of childhood is still in his bones, and even, there is a huge shooting that has been submerged in time, his parents, the tears of his youth who were at a loss, and his deep self-blame...

The voice of the black bunny girl disturbed them all, as if humming through wax paper, he barely regained a little consciousness, clicked on the device, and directly fell on a roof with his arms around the woman beside him.

He subconsciously fled from the street where the crowd was, to protect himself from being caught doing something when he fainted, or being accidentally discovered who the mask was, no matter which one he didn't want to see.Although there is always a high-voltage current dormant on the connection port of the mask, there will always be accidents. Maybe tomorrow's hot headline will be——Wayne Group son plays Batman, is it a joke or a joke?This was the last of his sanity, and Gotham City needed someone who could actually help it, but it definitely wouldn't be Mr. Wayne's headlines.

Almost in a panic, he went to get the communication equipment on his body, his thoughts began to scatter again, his deep eyes kept looking at the rain falling from the sky, the pupils were wet by the rain, and the rain mixed with tears kept flowing past him On his cheeks, those scenes that had never been forgotten rushed out of the diaphragm, and the mixed sound frame by frame surrounded him.

Bruce struggled to hook the black bunny girl's waist. He almost had the illusion that the person in front of him was a huge man-eating animal. He gritted his teeth tightly: "Tell... Fu... Fu, I'm poisoned!"

"Hey! What... what are you talking about? Don't pass out, you bastard!"

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