American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The rushing water washes over my shoulders.

Miaomu stood in front of the mirror with his bare chest, pierced the wound with tweezers, and pulled the bullet out of the wound.

Bright red blood oozed out of the wound and was washed away by the water. Bruce, who was standing nearby, watched Miaomu's extremely rude behavior and endured it several times before she did not try to stop him.

"Can't you be a little gentler to yourself?"

Bruce couldn't help it.

Because she looked at Naegi, took two sips from the wine jug, and then wiped the wound with gauze. Does this mean the treatment is complete?

"Gentle? No need for that. I'm much stronger than you think. If you want to comfort me, prepare the facial cleanser."

Naegi took a sip from the wine flask and grinned.

Bruce shook her head helplessly and walked outside, dragging Naegi outside with the handcuffs in her hands.

"I'm really busy." Bruce said tiredly: "I may not have time to accompany you. I wish you were here..."

Before Bruce could finish her words, Miaomu picked her up by the waist, kissed her aggressively, and pulled her bat uniform, tearing it off violently, revealing her snow-white tender flesh.

"Even if it's the end of the world, it won't happen so quickly. Your emotions are very abnormal and you need some professional treatment. Trust the doctor."

Without giving Brucey any chance to argue or struggle, Naegi carried her to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Mrs. Ah Fu, who had just finished reheating the food, which was either breakfast or dinner, looked at the backs of the man and woman.

She had a kind smile on her face, even though Mr. Naegi was a bit barbaric and didn't look like a well-educated man.

But he will definitely be a good husband. She can already imagine the happy laughter of the children in Wayne's old house in the future.

"Perhaps, I should make a new lunch. It should be daytime now."

Mrs. Afu looked at the clock on the wall, walked back to the kitchen, took out her tablet, looked at the Chinese food menu on it, and started preparing the food again.

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After half an hour.

"I'm really crazy. Doing this with you at a time like this, ah..." Bruce sat on the bed, wrapped her body with the sheets, and grabbed her messy hair in annoyance.

There were torn uniforms scattered on the ground, and even the jagged cloak did not escape Naegi's clutches and was torn to pieces.

"Don't say that, look at this." Naegi rested his head on his arm and handed the microcomputer to Bruce.

"What's wrong?" Bruce looked at the microcomputer, somewhat confused. Her calm brain was a little confused, and she regretted it.

She was confused about many things and even doubted herself whether she was doing the right thing. She was like a feather swept away by the river and she didn't know where her direction was.

Maybe, everything is her fault...

"It's eleven o'clock in the morning. It's still pitch black outside. Gotham is shrouded in darkness. At least in Washington, we can still see the sun and green grass."

Naegi pulled the handcuffs on his wrists, leaned lazily on Bruce's slender thighs, and stretched his arms comfortably.

Bruce is quickly checking the weather conditions around Gotham, including the news status of Metropolis next door and the current situation in Gotham transmitted by Wayne Group's sky satellite.

At least on the surface there was no change, except that the clouds in the sky had become much thicker and could not illuminate the scenery below.

"What's going on?" Bruce asked immediately.

She felt that Naegi must know something, otherwise he wouldn't have done these things, handcuffs, clothes...

Bruce even suspected that there was something special on her uniform that was discovered by Naegi. Maybe it was a surveillance camera?

Okay, this is overthinking.

Naegi simply wanted to tear it open to try out the feel.

Moreover, after the uniform was torn open, Bruce's sexy figure was revealed, and the looming temptation was particularly sensual and impulsive, especially the friction of her six-pack abdominal muscles.

"Someone wants to drive you crazy. I don't know how he will affect you, but he is a bit miscalculated in trying to snatch things from me, right?"

Miao Mu smiled and reached out to pinch Brucey's face, but Brucey raised her hand to slap him away. She had already remembered what Harlem said and her own inner hesitation.

And...she had this crazy thought in her mind of killing Harley Quinn, killing those people, and making it all end.

"Who is he? And why?" Bruce asked, looking down.

"Who knows? Maybe it's just like what you said when you made that multiverse map. Either you become the light side, or you fall into the bottomless darkness."

Miaomu rubbed his head upwards for a while, and Bruce reached out to hug Miaomu, tilted her head, and put her ear next to Miaomu's lips.

"Everything has changes and keys, just like using a key to open a door. Gotham is the door, and you are the key."

"What you need to do now is to wait...wait until those people come looking for you, or even prepare to kill you. But we can go to another place, somewhere they can find you."

After saying that, Miaomu sat up, flexed his strong chest muscles, and the hideous scar on his back twisted like a totem.

"I know where to go," Bruce said.

Miaomu turned his head and looked at her. Bruce smiled. She had already thought of some things without Miaomu saying anything.

Wayne Building.

Black walls, towering buildings, and at the top, the faintly flickering W-shaped light logo of the Wayne Building.

The Batfighter slowly landed on the rooftop helipad.

Tick-tock, a drop of rain falls from the sky.

The water drops hit the windshield and shattered into pieces, followed by the sound of dripping water drops falling down, and it started to rain.

Black combat boots fell to the ground and Bruce jumped out of the Batplane, wearing a spare uniform.

Following Naegi's advice, she added metal armor to her chest and back, but it made her breasts appear larger and also affected her mobility.

Naegi also jumped out of the fighter plane. He was not interested in wearing a uniform, mainly because there was no suitable model for him.

Otherwise he would refuse to wear it. No one can resist the temptation of the bat suit. The black one is so cool.

The handcuffs were still clearly visible on both of their wrists. Naegi was always cautious. After all, when acting against Barbatos, he couldn't count on luck.

"Stand behind me, we have a guest."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his body, like a cheetah that had discovered its enemy, and was already in attack mode.

Miao Mu looked up and saw a figure standing in the elevator in the corner of the rooftop, talking on the phone.

"I want 100 million, this price..." Before the man finished the call, he heard the news that the funds had arrived in his bank account.

"Generous, I like this kind of business."

The Death Shooter, who was armed like an arsenal, smiled under his protective mask, straightened his chest, pulled out the pistol from his chest, and jumped down from the elevator.