[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Seeing that Fast ignored his own meaning, Batman continued: "You can't have these, you can't be a pale knight."

"You should be the most heinous criminal. Everyone is afraid of you and hates you. You are Joker, my old enemy."

The sharp bat dart shot out of Batman's hand, and shot at Angie who was groping on the sofa and trying to escape from him.

Accompanied by the little girl's screams, blood burst into red flowers and fell on the sofa. The girl's shoulders were nailed to the sofa, which made her unable to move and trembled all over.

Her face was distorted in pain, and she called out Faster's name heart-piercingly. Every time she yelled "Dad", Faster's heart trembled.

Fast ran forward, he drew a short knife from behind and attacked Batman.

But in the next second, he stopped abruptly while maintaining his body leaning forward.

Fast's pupils trembled, and he locked onto Batman tightly in front of him. Batman grabbed Angie by the collar and lifted her up.

The bat dart slipped off because of Batman's vigorous pull on Angie, and tore a large piece of Angie's skin.

Fast's voice was as calm as possible to comfort An Qi and said, "An Qi, don't be afraid, you will be fine."

The fact is, Fast has nothing to do now, Angie is in the hands of Batman, and his weakness is tightly grasped by Batman.

Batman glanced at Fast indifferently. Fast's pupils were full of hatred and anger towards Batman. He slowly raised Angie's hand, and slowly tightened the fingers locked on Angie's throat.

He saw Fastburn's not so calm face become flustered by his movements.

"Sorry, Fast." Batman's voice remained calm.

He had no idea that he was about to be the person the Pale Knight hated most, and he didn't care if Fast hated him.

He also didn't care if Fast would kill him after he strangled the little monster.

Batman has never cared about what others think of his actions. The Dark Knight is not only a knight who acts in the dark, but also a bearer of all darkness and infamy.

Fast's pupils shrank suddenly because of Batman's words, and he heard himself begging Batman in a trembling voice: "No... please don't... please don't hurt her, Batman."

A click.

Batman breaks 'Angie's' neck.

Fast stared wide-eyed, staring at the scene in front of him, all time was slowed down in his eyes, and the colors became monotonous black and white, only Angie was in color.

The blood on An Qi's shoulders, the protruding eyes, and the distorted neck.

Fast maintained his wide-eyed appearance. He stretched out his hands and slowly ran along his cheeks from bottom to top, with his fingers inserted between his hair and his palms covering his eyes.

He crouched in an arched position, his head bowed.

Batman dropped the monster in his hands to the ground, and he stared condescendingly at Fast whose bow was trembling on the ground.

Fast sobbed silently, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"I need you to be the clown for me."

"...why..me?" Batman frowned involuntarily at the weeping tone in his weary voice.

Seeing Fast's painful appearance, Batman vaguely remembered that when he was ten years old, the Pale Knight chose to save him at the last moment.

The pale knight has always been the belief in Batman's heart, supporting him to become the current dark knight.

Now, he is personally killing the Pale Knight, his belief.

In order for Fast to survive, the Pale Knight must become the Joker.

Batman stood in front of Fast. He squatted down with one leg bent, stretched out his hand wrapped in soft armor, and gently pinched Fast's chin.

Batman lifted Fast's face and pushed away Fast's hands covering his face. Fast bit his lower lip, not wanting a discouraged and helpless voice to escape from his mouth.

The domino blindfold covers Fast's eyes, so that Batman cannot see whether Fast is crying or not.

So Batman reaches out his other hand to the back of Fast's head and undoes Fast's domino mask.

With a soft sound, the mask on Faster's face fell to the ground, revealing Faster's pair of dark eyes covered with water mist, which were more beautiful than usual.

It wasn't the pitch black and muddy when Batman saw Fast or the Joker the last time, but the radiant brightness.

The obstacles covering his eyes disappeared, and Faster didn't have time to hide the emotions in his eyes. In an instant, the pain, sadness, and hatred in his eyes were all exposed in front of Batman.

Those dark eyes are like the purest mirror, reflecting Batman's appearance.

Batman stared at Fast, he held Fast's cheeks in his hands, and moved closer to Fast, to confirm that Fast could only pretend to be himself.

"You've got to remember the anger and powerlessness of the moment—"

"Just like back then, get revenge on a world that's always been unfair to you."

"Become my old enemy."

"Be the clown for me, Fast."

Batman lowered his voice, not as cold and stern as before, but a more affirmative tone.

Fast can only accommodate him in his eyes, and he can only see Fast in his eyes. Perhaps in the past or in the future, they will never have such an opportunity to stare at each other again.

But at this moment, they only have room for each other in their eyes.

In the next second, there was a gurgling sound in Faster's throat. He frowned, his face turned pale, and he bowed down in pain.

Batman took a step back.

Fast covered his mouth and vomited, but what flowed from his fingers covering his mouth was not food residue, but black liquid.

The liquid fell to the ground, leaving behind a black liquid with a rancid smell.

Like the slime on those monsters.

It seems that Fast has been fed a lot of these things during the two days he was trapped in this world.

Fast raised his other hand, which tremblingly touched Batman's belly.

Batman paused, but didn't dodge, even though the nerve called vigilance in his heart was twitching, clamoring to break the hand, and then used Fast to beat him until he lost all his fighting power.

The fingertips of that hand followed the lines of the soft armor upwards, and the fingertips were very light. The place where Fast's fingers touched was like a flame, and Batman felt uncomfortable.

Faster's fingers stopped when they touched Batman's left chest, which was where the heart was, and changed his entire palm to cover Batman's left chest.

Such a position is extremely dangerous for Batman, and he does feel some kind of danger.

He raised his eyes and noticed that the corner of Fast's mouth was raised between his fingers.

It was too late to withdraw now, the pain came as promised.

The sudden sharp pain hit Batman's heart directly, and then quickly spread from the heart to the whole body, almost paralyzing pain.

Batman bowed down because of the pain, his whole body twitched violently, his head was congested and his eyes turned black, and the tinnitus rang through his mind, but he couldn't hear anything else.

In Batman's darkened vision, he saw Fast, who was crouching on the ground and vomiting, stand up.

Fast wiped the black liquid from the corner of his mouth casually, and walked past Batman expressionlessly.

Fast stared condescendingly at Kayla, who lay convulsively on the ground behind Batman, blood gushing from Zora's stomach.

"..why...you want to..let this monster that killed Angie..?"

Zora's blond hair was stained red with blood. She lay helpless on the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

With the loss of life, her tearful eyes quietly stared at Fast, which contained the need for life.

"..Cough, Fa..Help me.." Zola's voice was full of hope and begging.

She didn't know why she was suddenly pierced through the abdomen when she almost sneaked into Batman.

Fast looked at Zola coldly, he stepped on Zola's hand and kicked the knife away from Zola's hand.

When Batman was talking to Fast, he didn't notice that Zola was quietly approaching behind him with a knife in his hand.

"Zola." Fast smiled softly, the way he smiled at Zora every morning.

There was no smile in the dark eyes, but coldness.

A pleasant and cruel smile appeared on Fast's face, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed in a chant-like tone.

"Unfortunately, my life is always good. I guess you didn't go back and tell the man about the possibility of mission failure."

Fast raised his foot and stepped on the monster's throat without hesitation.

For this monster with the same appearance as Zola, Fast showed no mercy.

After dealing with Zola, Fast wiped his hands with a paper towel, and put a chair in front of Batman. He leaned on his back with his arms around him, and sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his head resting on his back.

Fast tilted his head and stared with interest at Batman recovering from the pain.

Batman was gasping for breath as the numbness and pain faded from his body.

As real as the pain is, Batman knows full well that he's not hurting anything, only pain.

Fast did it on purpose. He could have directly dealt with the monster behind him, but he deliberately shot the damage through Batman's body, probably in order to avenge what Batman had done.

Batman understood what happened just now, and during the tinnitus, he didn't fail to hear the screams from the monster behind him.

Fast used some method to kill the monster behind him by placing his hand on him.

Batman raised his head, and Fast was sitting right in front of him. His overly pretty face was expressionless, and the corners of his eyes were blushing.

He lowered his eyes, playing with his fingers leisurely and earnestly, noticing Batman's gaze, Faster paused, raised his eyes, tilted his head and smiled playfully at Batman.

Seeing that Batman was finally relieved from the pain, Fast whistled lightly, with an indescribably light and flat tone.

"Good evening~ little bat, although I don't know if it's night, but whatever."

If it was in the past, when he heard Fast speak to him in such a tone, he would have been so angry that he would have punched Fast in the face.

But now, Batman only feels relieved, because the tone is too familiar, which proves that he successfully awakened Fast.

Instead of indulging in this false world and memory.

So Batman sat on the sofa tiredly, he shook his head at Fast, and said in a fairly relaxed tone: "It's noon, Joker."

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