[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

You know, I just do things. Themob has plans, the copshave plans. They'reschemers. Schemerstryingtotroltheir little worlds.

I just "do" things.The gangsters have plans, and the cops have plans.They are so-called conspirators—conspirators trying to take over the little world around them.And I'm not a conspirator, I just want to let the conspirators know how pathetic their so-called control is.

Vespa's mood is a bit complicated now. She looks at Mr. Joker, who is known as the most charming super villain in American comics, the number one enemy of Batman, the world-recognized villain, and anti-social psychopath. It is hard to imagine what she will do next. things to do.

Yes, that's right, she is standing in the gorgeous lounge of this strip club, holding a bottle of makeup remover water in her hand, while Joker is half lying in the white bathtub, his white shirt is open, revealing that he can't Call it a strong, but extraordinarily powerful muscle line.

She cleared her throat and glanced at the metal gun pinned to his trousers, "Mr. Joker, are you sure you won't shoot me in the head while I'm helping you remove your makeup?"

After all, it’s chilling to think about removing Joker’s make-up. This is the biggest villain in the DC world.

He rested his arms on both sides of the bathtub, his fingers intertwined and lazily placed on his chest. It was obviously a very leisurely posture, but it exuded an endless sense of oppression and danger, "Kitty, if you delay, I will There is no guarantee."

This lounge seems more like his exclusive room, after all, this bar is just one of his strongholds for doing evil.

Vespa put the warm towel on the edge of the bathtub, and hesitated watching his posture. Under the dim bathroom light, Joker's expression seemed to contain some kind of aggressiveness that was ready to go.

But at this time, as an unlucky person whose life could be endangered at any time, it seemed that she could only act according to his orders temporarily.

Joker felt her warmth intimately - as she was sitting on his waist with her legs spread apart to better play on his face.

His pale-skinned fingers held her waist, the soft touch almost made him close his eyes, and his breathing slowed down. Pet cats always make their owners too addicted to this indescribable enjoyment.

Joker ordered her, "Come closer, baby."

It seemed that there was an undercurrent attacking his body, which made him feel extremely happy and satisfied, even surpassing those interesting "social experiments" he had done.

He had a rare desire to discuss with others, and his pale fingers stroked her soft black hair, "Kitty, if two ships are prepared to carry criminals and ordinary citizens, and each ship is left with a Another ship's detonator, and when the first ship hits the detonator it's fine—"

"The other one will detonate immediately?" Vespa gently wiped off the heavy makeup on his face with a makeup remover, only to find that his pale skin was not due to makeup. She thought about it, probably because he had dropped chemical reagents the result of.

Joker looked at her with satisfaction, "That's not all. If no one triggers the explosion after the hour, everyone on the two ships will die together."

"Close your eyes," she did very seriously, her breath almost spilling over his face, "What is the choice between the two parties?"

Joker felt her fingertips lifting his chin slightly, what the hell did he see, giving her such a chance to seduce him!

He closed his eyes, enjoying her warmth and temptation, maybe he should be thankful that he is closing his eyes at this time, otherwise she would see him, his eyes are excited and bright because of her approach, damn, why no one Tell him that having a pet cat is addictive?

He felt bad, but all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her waist tighter.

Soon, her fingertips left, and Joker felt lost, that addictive feeling and state almost wanted him to shake his head away.

Vespa looked at his face and had to admit that if he hadn't shaved his eyebrows off, this face would have met the mainstream definition of "beautiful", with a bit of edge color, making it elusive.

When he removed his dark and eerie makeup, the long eyelashes that framed his eyes became more prominent, and there was a certain tension in his eyes, making the air around him sticky and tense.

Joker stared at her closely, as if he didn't want to miss the slightest change in her expression, "In this interesting experiment, near the last moment, the citizens voted to blow up the opponent's proposal in order to survive. Their reasons The other party is a criminal anyway, so death is not a pity; on the other side of the prison, a criminal leader took the detonator from the prison guard's hand and threw it out of the window at the last minute."

He smiled slyly, "But in fact, what they hold in their hands is the detonator that controls the bomb of the ship, and the moment the citizen presses the button, his ship will be blown up into the sky in a comical instant. The ship is of course unharmed, and this scene will be the perfect satire of the so-called modern civilization of the world, the ultimate criminal masterpiece."

"But the end result doesn't seem to be like this? At least I haven't seen such a vicious incident reported in the Times." Vespa wiped off the exaggerated fishhook drawn by crimson color on his mouth with a cleansing cotton pad. Laughing, "I think neither side pressed the detonator in the end, but chose to wait in trembling for the hour to come."

Joker shrugged indifferently, "It's very disappointing."

"You really deserve to be imprisoned in Arkham Asylum by Batman." Vespa moved his body to leave, but Joker took control of his body effortlessly.

His strong fingers pinched her waist, the force almost made her gasp in pain, what the hell, doesn't he have any superpowers?Where did such great strength come from!

Joker's voice was hoarse, and he clung to his kitty harder, "I just did what I do best, using those people's plans to make them fall for themselves."

A certain vibe and sexual tension that was ready to go made her face flushed, she cleared her throat, "You just want to play with the police gangsters and even Batman in the applause, in your opinion, the modern civilized society Human beings are selfish, mean, cruel and cruel, and it is better to die than to live in such a despicable way."

Joker's cold fingers lightly rubbed her cheek, oh my god, his kitty is a miracle, she can see through some of his thoughts, of course, just a few, he wants to keep this kitten by his side forever, no matter what Whether it was the closeness of her body or the intimacy of her heart, he could not help but feel hot in his heart.

Vespa picked up a warm towel and wiped off the residue on his face. By coincidence, Joker actually had the urge to join hands with her in this life, but he quickly suppressed that inexplicable thought, he Are you crazy?

She was originally his kitty unilaterally and belonged to him from head to toe.

And everyone in this world is just his toy, even kitty can't influence his decision, he is the one who influences the progress of the game.

"Think about it, with just a few barrels of gasoline and some bullets, I'm going to make a mess of this city." Joker lifted her skirt, and because of Vespa's posture at this time, this purple dress The hem of the gown barely covered her hips.

He looked at her fair and slender legs with admiration. Is this lazy girl as soft as a cream cake all over, why?Could it be that he wanted to soften his bones?

He even began to picture her naked in his mind, which was not a good sign.

How is her face long?Who do you want to seduce by growing up like this?

Joker held her close to him, the overly soft touch made his pupils dilate slightly, looking at her and hinting, "Honey, I don't have any paint on my face right now—"

Vespa, whose mouth still hurts a little: Aren't we discussing your great evil plan?

Almost instantly, Joker has turned around and crushed her under him.

Lying in the bathtub, Vespa looked at his alluring and beautiful face, and felt that a kiss was not too difficult to accept.

There's no way, she's just a real dog.

Joker's fingers rubbed against her lips, and Vespa gritted her mouth and bit it with her teeth.

Damn it, she really knows how to soften a man's bones.

And when his lips almost touched hers, the door of this lounge dedicated to Gotham's chief criminal was suddenly blasted open.

The dark hero Batman in black armor appeared outside the door, "Joker! Let Dr. Lind go—"

During the day, this superhero who is a brainless rich second generation and a playboy in the eyes of others becomes the dark knight who makes criminals fearful again at night.

But the timing of his intrusion at this time undoubtedly made Joker furious. He took out the golden cold gun and fired at him very quickly, making very loud noises.

But Batman's coat is extremely defensive, almost invulnerable, and the soft leather armor covered by the outer shell can resist all those bullets.

Vespa looked at the fluttering cloak behind him, and said silently, "Sure enough, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation."

Joker: ...I really want to knock her out.

Batman: ...Is there something wrong with the brain circuit of this innocent kidnapped girl?

Vespa is too close to the Joker, which prevents Batman from easily using his usual long-range attack weapons, whether it is a bat dart or a laser gun, it is obviously easy to accidentally injure Vespa.

While Joker looked at him, he didn't have the slightest sense of panic about being taken back to Arkham Asylum. He threw away the German gun in his hand with an exaggerated and crazy expression, and took out a detonator about ten centimeters in size from his straight black trousers. There was a strange and excited hint in his voice, "If you take my kitty away, I'll blow up the whole street."

Joker turned to look at Vesper—

"Baby, look at the little commotion you made, when I'm still reluctant to kill you, do you think you can leave?"