Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Batman returned to his Batcave in the deep night, then changed into his nightgown and entered the bedroom with a little tiredness.

On the surface of a letter in his hand was written only an address with uneven ink force, which set off the paleness of the contents in the envelope.

The ticking needle of the clock indicated something and the smile of the bad 'rabbit' that he remembered, shrugged his shoulders, his thighs that were still exposed in the cold night were shining white and tender, and he took a few steps to pick up the downed gun.

She dug under the jacket for a long time, and finally took out a piece of one hundred dollars. She squeezed it into a ball and threw it on the unconscious old prostitute.

"Then, I'll call the curtain call." She pretended to bow slightly before the end of the theater performance, "I've never been a good person, explaining is the most troublesome thing, if you want to meddle in other people's affairs, you should come and see for yourself. "

She walked up to Batman and touched his lips, kissing a letter with a white skin.

The gray pupils flickered with seemingly cunning eyes under the dim light, and Batman looked at Batman completely and then left quickly.

It was the first time Bruce had let a villain walk in front of him so boldly, and he did it for granted, as if the unhesitating action of shooting at that time was a dream blowing away and leaving nothing behind.He silently looked at the letter in his hand, stood for a few seconds and finally chose to accept it, placing the old prostitute in her already messy room, frowning and leaving quickly.

……

"Kill me, please. (With only one hundred dollars, I heard you don't mind the money.)

——To the Black Bunny”

In this world, once suffering paralyzes the body, some things will become extreme.Is not it?Bruce opened the whiskey and drank it alone. He remembered his difficult years. In order to understand the psychology of criminals, he kept doing what they would do.

On the letter paper, there was an almost begging tone, and everything suddenly became clear. It was an old woman who did not dare to commit suicide but gave up the status of executioner to others to execute and was overwhelmed by suffering.He could see her past life by looking it up on the computer. He didn't say anything, he just wrote a note and told Afu's housekeeper to transfer this person to a nursing home, and posted it in a prominent place on the envelope. Afu would read it tomorrow morning. arrive.

The bedroom with the lights off was especially quiet and empty, and he thought of the woman's lip print on the envelope.He repeatedly looked at the moonlight, but there was nothing. He was almost sure that if the bad "rabbit" saw these actions at this moment, she would raise her pink and soft lips and smile up - "Dear Batman, are you looking for something?" what?"

This woman can't restrain herself at all. I don't know what she is confident about. Does she really want to go to the police station or Arkham Asylum to restrain herself?

No, the indifference revealed in her eyes will definitely not stop in another place.What's more, the next thing he needs to investigate is the Arkham Asylum.

"Jonathan Klein."

Helmer read, wiping his still wet hair from washing with a headache, thinking that Batman seemed to have his eyes on her, and it was best to be cautious now.This man's strikes are really too heavy... There is no time to dodge, but no matter what the target task is, she still needs to get the bounty, and she will leave Gotham City after finishing this business.

She missed the noise and the unscrupulous banter at Margarita's Bar, it was not safe here, letters from strangers were delivered to the door of the lodging room, she was lazy and lazy, but she didn't want to be troubled.

It is said that a killer named Bill was too careless to pay attention to his whereabouts and was directly killed by another beloved killer, a blonde beauty. It was a sad tragedy.Especially the blond beauty's child is Bill's, so visible, the object is not very good.

Hull seriously mobilized, although he used to pick up as long as there was a price, but now it is different from the past and can only rely on his unkillable skills to hold on.She was sitting on the sofa, in a room filled with heating, brightly illuminated by warm lights, the off-white wallpaper was carved with Greek-style flower clusters, and the soft and fluffy quilt was neatly laid out in white, and she was exchanged for it with a bounty The price of the hotel is really different from the previous comparison.

No wonder this killer named Black Bunny is willing to squander, but in this way, the material that can be touched can at least meet all the needs of the body, and live a chic and comfortable life. Who needs to care about other people's tongue?Anyway, it's all on your own.

The couch was equally soft for her to curl up in, and it was such a thrill to have her kill the attending psychiatrist.

The wind outside the window gradually increased, and the people in the room collapsed on the bed before their hair was completely dry, planning beautifully.

There's never enough money to be made, and Hale can't wait to plan what to do with these charming cuties.