What bad intentions could Batman have?.

(The 5600-word chapter, I finally released the two chapters. I usually seldom make promises, but I usually do what I promise. I am proud.)

New York City, inside a bank.

"Hello, valued customer."

The female teller at the counter looked at the hooded woman in front of her with a smile on her face. The other party's dress is a little strange, but the customer is always God.

"Are you here to open a new account today? Open an account now and you can take home this lovely new toaster."

The female teller carefully observed the other person's face under the hood. The other person's skin is unusually pale. What's going on?

The female teller suddenly realized something. She had seen the news.

But it's a little too late to run away at this time.

She heard the other party say:

"Well... I don't know what the toaster is like, girl..."

Wisps of electric light twined from the opponent's outstretched palm, and the woman pulled down her hood:

"But if you don't hand over all the money, you might be the one who gets roasted."

Click.

"Take it easy, electric girl."

But at this moment, a gun was pointed at the woman's head.

"My name is Living Wire, in case you were wondering."

"It doesn't matter what you call yourself, it might work in your shitty hometown, like Gotham or Metropolis or something."

The living wire slowly raised his palm, and the roaring and rushing electricity flashed under his skin.

"But this is New York, and we are already prepared for people like you. Every security guard is equipped with a special gun developed by Technology Star Laboratory-ouch!"

"Oh, really?"

But before the guard finished speaking, he felt his entire body being lifted high - and then thrown out heavily!

Boom!

A man also wearing a hood appeared behind him

"I'm Bombshell," said the giant man. "Nice to meet you, my friend with a broken spine."

He said to the guard who was lying on the ground spitting blood: "A friend who took me out of the prison taught me this back-breaking technique. What do you think? Is it comfortable?"

"You guys from Gotham are so perverted." Live Wire wrinkled his pale little nose, pushed his blue hair behind his ears, and then said: "Just a casual mention, big man, I was completely at ease just now. .”

Big Bombshell said:

"The thing you can't think of is probably thank you."

A few minutes later, they walked out of the bank door.

"How was the harvest?" Bombshell asked.

"$28," Live Wire said, "considering the amount of cash in a small bank, it's not bad."

Bombshell snorted, walked to a taxi, and directly removed the door: "Get out!"

The driver was so frightened that he was shaking in the driver's seat.

Living Wire said: "If it were me, I would be obedient."

"I listen, I listen!"

The pale-skinned woman shocked the driver, who finally regained his ability to walk. He quickly climbed down from the driver's seat and crawled away.

He released water while running away, not because he was timid, but because of incontinence caused by the electric shock.

Bombshell got into the driver's seat.

"Psst...I've been in jail for too long. The clutch is on the left, right?"

After hearing what he said, Live Wire immediately wanted to get out of the car.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Anyway, we robbed 28 in one go this time, which is not bad. I have to say, plus the robs from the previous four banks, this is my most successful partnership. Don't worry. What’s this called?”

"Male and female thieves."

"I still think mine is better," Bombshell said.

"Don't even think about it," Live Wire said. "'Crackling Muscles' sounds like some rotten breakfast cereal."

"Heh, okay, whatever his name is, partner. It's a pleasure working together. I think we should celebrate. I happen to know a good place."

Late at night.

Bombshells and live wires trudge through the trash. This is Hell's Kitchen, New York's most chaotic and filthy neighborhood.

Bombshell dumped the stolen taxi in an alley and hiked down the narrow alley with live wires.

It's too dark in front. The living wire stretched out a finger, and the crackling light illuminated the path ahead.

She saw a comic book on the ground, with a lot of blood stains on it, and the cover said:

"The Amazing Spider-Man"

Its owner may be in bad luck.

A flash of live wire burned the comic book to ashes.

People who believe in superheroes never end well.

"Damn comic books."

she says.

She then complained to the bombshell:

"Where on earth are you taking me? I mean, you're not trying to do something stupid, are you? A bombshell? Otherwise our little group will be renamed 'Fully Cooked BBQ'."

"Come on, you have a good idea. You have to know that there is an old saying, 'Fuck a muscular man, and you will wake up laughing in your dreams.'"

Live Wire made a vomiting motion: "It's terrible, and it's so disgusting."

"It's pretty gross," Bombshell said, "and...we're here."

Passing through the narrow alley, a building with boarded-up doors and windows appeared in front of them.

This damn place is old and run-down, with graffiti all over the walls and it smells like a garbage dump.

Living Wire said:

"Here? Are you serious? I thought you were going to take me to a bar, not-"

With a bang, the door was broken down and a figure was thrown out.

"I warned you before, monocle!"

Another muscular man with red skin came out: "Are you pretending to be stupid here? Then get out!"

The monocle stood up from the ground, tightened his clothes, and the monocle on his face immediately pointed at the muscular man with a red body.

But in the end he did not choose to take action:

"Hey, this place used to be a bit interesting."

As he said that, he slowly backed away, and finally disappeared into the darkness of the alley.

The red muscular man turned his attention to the living wire and Bombshell: "Okay... what do you want?"

Bombshell took the initiative to step forward: "Ahem, hello to you, Amygdala. Did you also take medicine today?"

"Ate, so I'm pretty clear now. Speech is normal. Sorry Bombshell, but bored tonight."

"After calling a halt to three fights, I was hit with a gun, stabbed with a knife, and frozen with a cryo ray - I originally thought that the cryo gun was exclusive to Mr. Freeze, but it turned out that the young man named Captain Cold, I killed him. I also Someone peed on me, and it’s not even dark yet.”

"Stop talking, do you know the password for tonight?"