The Death Knell

In the top ward of Gotham Hospital, the former Nightwing and today's Mohammed is sleeping deeply. Outside the curtains, Gotham is dark today, with only the moonlight as the only illumination.

But the person on the hospital bed doesn't know why he is here, why he is in this city. His name is Mohamed, a taxi driver in Paris, not an American, not some Dick Grayson.

However, the experience during the day made him very tired. A group of various monsters put him under house arrest in this ward, and there were people guarding him outside the door.

He was no match for those lunatics in tight clothes. Even though he was hungry and tired, his head was still dizzy from time to time, as if he had been in a car accident.

This body is very strong, but hey, this is his body now, there is no way he can give it back to those weirdos, right? Fortunately, after he desperately struggled to resist, those people gave up on torturing and studying him, and he was finally able to sleep.

There were some faint noises outside the door, like the sound of a body being gently placed on the ground. Then the door to the ward was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in.

She wore high-heeled boots with red soles and an orange tights. The fullness of her chest made the spider mark spread out.

A glimmer of light flashed through her eyes under the mask. She looked at the unknown superhero who had fallen in the corridor, and gently closed the door.

She walked to the bed with model steps, first checked the monitoring equipment to confirm Yeyi's health level, and then pulled out a syringe from the small bag tied to her thigh.

Facing the moonlight outside the window, she pushed the syringe gently, and a little green liquid came out of the needle.

There was only the occasional sound of the heartbeat monitor in the room. She jumped onto the bed, pressed Dick firmly on the bed, and inserted the needle directly into his neck.

The driver woke up from his dream and tried to struggle, but found that he had lost control of his limbs. Except for his eyes, which could still move normally, his body was as stiff as a rusted machine.

A strange woman was riding on his crotch, with an eyepatch on her face like a compound eye. Although the woman had a strong body and delicate skin, the tights revealed her identity.

She looked at him condescendingly, raising one corner of her mouth and smiling.

"Oh, you mean little bird, I'm here to pick you up from school."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

The driver wanted to ask, wanted to speak, but his tongue didn't obey him at all, and his jaw couldn't move.

"Relax, relax, you have been poisoned by me, I will torture you for the rest of the time..."

The woman's index finger was placed on his lips, and moved downward slowly, brushing his chin, Adam's apple, and chest, feeling the touch of the skin, all the way down in the darkness.

But this should have been a pleasant move, but it made the driver roll his eyes because the woman's gloves had nails like steel knives. With just a slight scratch, his hospital gown automatically split into two halves, and even the buttons were removed. Like sliced ​​potato chips.

The woman stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. She smiled strangely and continued to move her fingers downward, cutting off the elastic band of his pants and going downward...

At this moment, the glass in the ward was suddenly broken, and a boneless figure rolled into the room hanging upside down from above. At the same time, several fang-like darts were thrown over.

The woman who entered the room leaned back to avoid the darts, and then backflips to the ground.

The evening breeze lifted the curtains, revealing the appearance of the intruder, a young woman wearing metallic tights with a face painted in copper color.

The woman who came first flipped her hair with her backhand, pulled out two daggers from the carry bag next to her thighs, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Copperhead, are you sneaking up on me?"

The woman who jumped in from the window didn't show any signs of weakness. She jumped up to the ceiling like a wild animal and hung on it like anti-gravity.

"Isn't it the same for you? Wolf Spider, it's not enough to rape Nightwing once, and now you're here again?"

"My personal habits have nothing to do with you!" Wolf Spider narrowed his eyes, and in an instant, several poison darts flew out.

But this also only left a row of small holes in the ceiling, and the copperhead snake swam away through the gaps in the darts as if it had no bones.

"Don't be impulsive. There is someone in the city who wants to borrow Nightwing at a high price. You can join us." The copperhead snake stuck out its tongue, smiling strangely like a poisonous snake spitting out a message: "Maybe I can do it while you fuck him. I’ll take a photo of it for you so you can keep it and reflect on it later.”

"Shut up! I'm different from you!"

The tarantula also jumped up to the ceiling, and the two women started fighting while hanging upside down. One is good at Jiu-Jitsu and the other is good at free fighting. They are of similar levels, and for a while neither one can do anything to the other.

The patient on the bed couldn't even see their movements clearly. They were just two black shadows in the darkness. He could only hear the whirring sound and the popping sound of impact.

After a dozen quick moves, the copperhead was thrown away by the tarantula, but she immediately grabbed the ceiling and fixed herself.

"What's the difference? Oh, I'm a mercenary, and you're a superheroine who likes to rape men? Haha..."

"We don't have much time. Batman will be here soon. I'll give you whatever you charge, otherwise none of us can leave."

Wolf Spider very calmly rubbed the two daggers across each other, spreading the purple venom evenly. This action was like the spider moving its fangs.

Copperhead stuck out his tongue, and his saliva fell to the ground drop by drop: "To be honest, cash is indeed much more valuable than a promise, but I don't want to embarrass you now, because Nightwing is the person named by the Joker, and I can't afford to offend him. That lunatic."

Wolf Spider licked her lips, and she rushed towards him: "I can't possibly hand him over to the clown, and I'm going to let you know today that I'm not easy to mess with either!"

The two women started a new round of fighting. Daggers, claws, boots, and two different colors of venom left tragic traces in the room.

However, after a brief all-out confrontation, the wolf spider was scratched by the copperhead's nails, and the copperhead's skin was scratched by the wolf spider's poisoned dagger, and both of them were poisoned.

They fell to the ground and began to stagger due to the poison, but the wolf spider's physical fitness was obviously better, or the venom of the copperhead snake took effect slower.

Although there were stars in her eyes, double images of everything she saw, and her heart was burning with pain.

But she still has mobility.

She wandered up to Copperhead, kicked her, and began rummaging in her belt for the antidote.

People who are good at using poison usually carry antidotes with them. If they are accidentally scratched by their own poison-quenching weapons and don't bring the antidote, wouldn't they be killing themselves?

Many people in Gotham are good at using poison, and so are Wolf Spider and Copperhead. The two of them are actually not strangers at all. On the contrary, they can be regarded as acquaintances. After all, the circle of chemistry players is not large.

It's just that Poison Ivy is the most powerful poisoner in Gotham. Her venom won't hurt herself, which is very convenient.

After finding the antidote, the tarantula gave itself an injection first. Then, looking at the copperhead snake writhing in pain on the ground, he also took out his own antidote and injected it into her.

The antidote invented by the copperhead snake works faster, but the antidote given to the opponent by the wolf spider works very slowly.

But the effect was still there. Although the copperhead snake was completely weak and could only lie on the ground panting, at least its life was safe.

Wolf Spider walked to the bed, wrapped the whining Nightwing in a sheet, carried it on his shoulders and walked towards the window, saying goodbye to Copperhead with concern as he passed by.

"Have you had your surgery?"

The copperhead sighed helplessly and lay motionless on the ground in a "Taiwan" shape: "I haven't decided whether to go to Korea or Thailand, and I haven't raised enough for the surgery."

Wolf Spider moved the bag onto his shoulders and showed a smile: "Then come on, remember, you owe me your life. Batman asked you what to say, so you don't need me to teach you, right?"

"Get out of here, slut, you were still a prostitute when I came out." Copperhead naturally knew what to say, but she would not admit it.

"She's a queen! Not a prostitute!"

Wolf Spider carried Damian on his back, jumped out of the window, ran along the wall to the ground, then moved a few times and disappeared into the landscape strip on the roadside.

After catching the prey, she naturally drags it back to the cave to enjoy it. In the past, she used a large toy to blow up Nightwing's anus, and she also changed roles back and forth for several times. The moving screams, and Nightwing's strength Let her never forget it.

And this time, the time has come again.

There is nothing wrong with her being a superhero, but she is not an American, but an immigrant from Africa, a Kamatu.

During the annual Sweet Potato Festival, Kamatu women can rape men. This is their folk custom. After the festival, she will send Nightwing back.

In ordinary days, she can even be said to be extremely conservative, with a very sharp contrast in personality.

With the help of toxin, Nightwing is no match for her, or maybe she has no intention of resisting. After all, Wolf Spider is very beautiful. Her skin color is not very dark, and she has the air of a Latin beauty.

Anyway, he never told Batman about this matter, he just suffered it silently, probably for almost five years, right? This is the day every year.

If you are still unable to cooperate, you must resist and be numbed by the poison, otherwise it is not considered rape.

As for whether Batman knows what happened to him over the years, well, I can't say... Anyway, Batman has no intention of stopping Tarantula, maybe he just thinks that young people play more intensely.

This year she planned to start celebrating the festival early, so she came in the middle of the night and unexpectedly met the clown's men.

She didn't care at all what tricks the Joker planned to play. Let Batman deal with it. She, a second-tier hero, couldn't join in the fun. She might as well go home and enjoy Nightwing's strong body.

Suck it...

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Copperhead was lying on the ground looking at the moon blankly. The broken glass under her body made her very uncomfortable even through her battle uniform. She was a woman trapped in a male body. In order to be a real woman, she had been saving money. .

However, Deathstroke and Deadshot have greatly compressed her living space. In addition to those two, there are a lot of assassins ranked above her. Her level can probably be ranked in the 20s in Gotham. ?

To put it simply, it means that when there is no business at ordinary times, you just have to make ends meet.

This time the Joker contacted her and was very generous, and his goal was just to capture Nightwing who had turned into a fool. It seemed like a good profit.

But after the accident, Copperhead also calmed down. She felt that she might have been deceived. This was probably the Joker's deliberate design to have her caught by Batman and use her mouth to convey something to Bat. .

Batman is very suspicious, and the Joker will package these words so that Batman can believe them, because they are the truth.

The Joker is really back and preparing a big plan.

Just when she felt the numbness gradually fading away from her body, a black shadow with pointed ears covered her moon, and a huge fist smashed down instantly.