[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

dark moon night

In Gotham, a city with its own blackening buff, the night is like sulfuric acid, corroding the rules of the day, exposing the danger and evil hidden underneath.

In a bar located in a certain neighborhood of Gotham, the drums beat fiercely, the bass seemed to blow off the roof, and the tattooed lead singer held the microphone and roared hoarsely.Men and women wear exaggerated makeup, scream and dance, releasing their madness.

Completely different from the excitement above, the basement of the nightclub has a depressing and weird atmosphere.The atmosphere that was originally ignited by some unspeakable things gradually dropped to freezing point, from summer to winter, only a few minutes.

"I'm not late." The black tights wrapped the man's strong and tall body, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. The bulging muscles were quickly and distinctly agitated slightly as he walked.

No, you came too early, the clown and Clark answered inwardly at the same time.

Both of them are not stupid, and they have long expected that Bruce Wayne would not be missing in today's matter.Although he doesn't have superman's ability of hearing and distinguishing position, but with his ability, it's a breeze to find here.

The little fox met Bruce's eyes the first time he walked into the basement. Perhaps, the other party was trying to catch her eyes.The deep blue eyes did not know whether it was due to insufficient light or some other reason, the little fox felt that some black was mixed into the dark blue.

"You lied to me." Bruce's eyes were flat and calm, like a pool of stagnant water, which made people feel hairy.

"I didn't!" Bruce looked at the little fox and his whole body turned cold. If the fox was the prototype, his whole body would definitely be blown up.It was hard to say before, but this time it really has nothing to do with her, it's her own hands!

The little fox understood exactly what Bruce was talking about. Because of the comfortable environment, she gradually adjusted her mentality and started the love brain mode. When she was walking in Bruce's garden, she made a promise to Bruce not to go out, but to stay with him. .But in the end...she somehow transmigrated from his house to the clown's house.Thinking about it until now, she guessed that she might have done the same action as in the dream, causing the teleportation to be triggered in reality and take her away.

Alas, if I knew it, I wouldn't sleep!

"No?" Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you say in the garden?"

"I really didn't mean it!" The little fox quickly explained: "I had a nightmare at the time, dreaming—!?" Wait a minute!Can't explain it blindly!The little fox quickly shut up.If you tell me about being chased and killed by your ex-boyfriends in your dream, then you are really doomed!

"Dream what?" Although the little fox shut up in time, Bruce still noticed the strangeness of what she said.

Not only Bruce, but Clark and the Joker, who are also very observant, naturally didn't miss her subtle expressions.

Why don't you go on?Was it because the dream might be bad for her to tell?What kind of dream would affect her reality?

The three men are not stupid, on the contrary, they are all very smart.Put yourself in the little fox's shoes and think about her current predicament, and then speculate divergently based on this, and the conclusion made the three of them blacken at the same time.

"Kitty, I haven't asked you yet, where have you been these two years since you left?" The man's eyes were gloomy, but his face was smiling, and his thin lips were painted horizontally with blood-red oil paint, which had a elongated effect.He slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the visual effect of grinning to the base of his ears was frightening.

Little Fox:...

"Yes, fox, where have you been?" Clark looked at the little fox beside him, his sky-blue eyes were watery and clear: "Why didn't you come back when you didn't die?" Speaking of the last sentence, the big man felt a little aggrieved and pitiful up.

Little Fox: It's a pitiful big dog, why does she still feel chills down her back.

"Before you said that you went to retreat to heal after being injured, and came back immediately after recovery." Bruce was of course curious about the little fox's body dissipating and reappearing intact. He had asked insincerely before, but the little fox didn't seem to want to reveal , just briefly explained and then changed the subject coquettishly.

Bruce thought that the process of the little fox's recuperation might not be very easy, so he didn't want to recall it, so he didn't force him to ask, so he just revealed it vaguely.Now it seems that the reason why she doesn't want to talk about it doesn't seem to be what he thought.

"Is what you said true?" Bruce's deep voice was like a drumstick beating heavily on the little fox's heart, making her guilty heart beat violently.

"I..." The little fox, who was stared at by the three bosses at the same time, subconsciously took two steps back in fear.

This development is wrong!The three of Clark, Bruce and the clown are obviously people who can fight and never bb, why haven't they fought yet?After finally healing her arm, she originally planned to teleport away while they were fighting!And it's fine if there's no fight, why did they all start targeting her all of a sudden!

"Kitty, why are you backing away?" The clown narrowed his eyes inexplicably.

The little fox who was about to step back immediately froze when she heard the clown's question. She felt the sharp eyes of the three men, and the hairs all over her body counted down: "I...you must be scared when you look at me like this!"

"Isn't it because of a guilty conscience?" Bruce said quietly, without any strong tone of questioning, but it was still stressful.

"What a guilty conscience, why am I guilty, and I didn't do anything wrong!" The little fox laughed dryly, unconsciously raising his voice to emphasize the authenticity of his words.

Three men: Hehe...

In the dimly lit basement, it was cold and silent, and the atmosphere was filled with depression.In this weird environment, a scene that the whole Gotham could not have imagined is being staged in an orderly manner.

"Do you really want to do this..." The petite girl who was fed anesthesia sat weakly on the chair, her body was tightly tied to the back of the chair by chains, and her hands were also tied to the armrests on both sides by belts.

On the opposite side of her, Metropolis Superman, Gotham Dark Knight Batman, and Gotham King of Crime Joker, three gangsters with subtle relationships, sat side by side on the couch in a weird and harmonious atmosphere.

"I just don't want you to leave me suddenly." Clark said softly, frowning slightly.

Startled by Clark's sad and gentle tone, the little fox bit his lower lip and said, "I don't want to run away."

"HAHAHA!" The clown raised his hand to cover his face, and the tiger's mouth tattoo replaced the covered mouth with a sarcastic smile: "Kitty, you are really addicted to lying, this habit is not good."

"I...I didn't!" The little fox retorted weakly.

"Don't you want to sneak away after we get into a fight?" Bruce stared straight at her, his dark blue eyes cast a large shadow: "You always run away when others are not paying attention, don't you?"

Little Fox: This guy is still thinking about it!

"I really didn't do it on purpose!" The little fox sighed helplessly, "It was the hand that moved it by itself!"

"Such a disobedient hand, maybe it should be interrupted." Bruce said, with an extraordinarily serious tone.

"..You, you, are you kidding me!" She wouldn't really want to chop off her hand, would she?So just now she was given anesthesia and tied up again just to chop her hands off!

"Fox, don't be afraid, I won't let them hurt you." Clarke's firm tone was particularly reassuring... What a ghost!

Look at how I'm tied up now, you, a participant, are completely unconvincing, okay!The little fox complained tearfully about Clark's abetment.

"How about you tell me, where did you go after you left?" Clark coaxed softly.

bass!The clown sitting on Clark's left pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist: "Speak, Kitty, I'm listening." He grinned threateningly.

Why on earth are these three standing on the united front!

"Why don't we change the subject and discuss how I should choose between you?" The little fox who used to be most annoyed by this question now had to initiate a fight in order to keep himself.

"I'm more interested in your experience." Bruce refused decisively.

"I want to know how you've been doing when I'm not around." Clark smiled softly.

"We have plenty of time, don't worry, come one by one." The clown chuckled.

Little Fox: Are you all devils!