Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

“The specific operation and price are negotiable~”

Bruce twitched his eyebrows calmly, put on a fake dandy smile, and lowered the car window, impatience and instinctive disgust for such people flashed in his lowered eyes.

No matter how much his parents contributed to Gotham City, they died at the hands of a gun-wielding robber.

"Sir?" Hull sat on the suitcase and chose a non-tiring posture to look at Bruce's silent and unyielding appearance. She has experience, and her memories of this body are very experienced.

A typical rich and noble family has grievances and hatreds, but wants to vent but hesitates at critical junctures, unable to take the last step.Of course, it may also be that bad memories were brought back, and she became the target of venting.

"...What are you doing?" Bruce heard the noise vigilantly, and looked up to see the black rabbit wearing a loose T-shirt, with a strange hole in his heart. He knew it was caused by a gun shot, and he himself He is pushing the road with his feet in an even weirder sitting posture, and it is estimated that he is going to run away.

"Stop, Black Bunny." Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, and moved a few steps to her side in the car to stop her from continuing to leave.

These words seemed to hit her sore foot, she stood up, pushed the suitcase to the furry side, scratched her hair, rushed to him and wailed in pain: "Promise me, just call me Black Rabbit." Okay?"

"...Black Rabbit." Bruce moved back on the seat calmly, crossed his hands on the steering wheel, and faced her calmly, "I don't need the service you mentioned."

"Then what are you here for?" Hull returned to his original color and sneered slightly, looking him up and down with his arms around his chest.For the time being, she can't think of any enemies in Gotham City, where money is piled up, and the person who killed yesterday was at most a small boss.She read the newspaper in the newsstand, even though she just needed a newspaper to disguise the gun in her luggage at the time-the mob boss Ficone who was captured by Batman had already been locked up in Arkham Asylum.

Batman is a thunderous name she has heard in the original world. She is a man with great wealth and ability. The saying that the rich rely on technology is really true.It's a pity that she hasn't seen movies or comics, and she just saw a real person yesterday. Under the dim light, Batman is tall and exudes a majestic and powerful aura, and he punches the villain mercilessly. I can't even stand up, and I can't imagine what will happen to me when I become an enemy of an absolute righteous figure like him.

Thinking of his companions, Hull felt particularly proud.Hmph, she is both righteous and evil.

Hull puffed out her small chest, and raised her eyebrows with a confident smile: "Or, do you want to date me?"

"..." Bruce felt that he was being molested. He calmed down and adjusted his cuffs to change his original thoughts. He needed a place where he could speak seriously.

He said, "Yes, a date."

Hull walked over carelessly, left the suitcase behind and ignored him, lazily fastened his seat belt and leaned on the seat to let him take it wherever he wanted.

Streamlined cool sports car, you can see the envy of passers-by in the car and feel that you want to get out of the way.Hull squinted his eyes comfortably in the car, and the blues gentleman turned on the jazzy music.The whole high-profile felt that there was a different introverted existence in the car. The scenery, streetlights and buildings were retreating rapidly. She even caught a glimpse of the paparazzi who was following her with a DSLR.

"You're very relaxed, aren't you afraid of my kidnapping?" Bruce glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"Come on, I guess I'm the only one kidnapping the others for the time being."

Hull snorted, pointed the back of his head at the paparazzi's camera, and put his hands on the seat close to his ears: "Tell me, what's the date?"

Judging from the posture, an ambiguous illusion was formed, and judging from the tone, both sides were not easy to mess with and began to have a sexual taste.

The paparazzi frantically filmed in the black car, and the two people in the sports car fell into a smoky confrontation.

Bruce also directly stated his purpose: "I came here on behalf of a friend. You should know him. You also saw this special friend yesterday."

"Oh, my God. You mean the one who was all black and had a very magnetic voice, and then smashed the car window and caused me to be pierced by broken glass? Is he your friend?" Hull said vividly. When it comes to the glass piercing into the flesh, he frowns and gasps. "Man, your friend doesn't look friendly."

Bruce: "...ahem!"