The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The Joker's lighters are a very important item in Batman's memory, because they usually light the fuse of a bomb, or a flammable object that can burn down an entire building.

Lord Superman cannot say that Batman has no fear of this, but it is more like a stress reaction that has been precipitated into instinct. If it were the Batman he knew, the Joker's spine should have been broken four times.

But now, Bruce bit the unlit cigarette and sat on the chair next to Arthur, lowered his head and leaned over, guarding the fire with one hand and pressing the other hand on the armrest.

Arthur also bent down and put the lit part of his cigarette that was almost finished to Bruce's cigarette.

The second the cigarette was lit, a red light flashed, and all the cigarettes in their mouths turned into ashes.

Two pairs of cross-eyed eyes looked blankly at the black smoke rising in front of them.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce looked up and stared at Lord Superman in disbelief, looking at him as if he were an alien.

Lord Superman was also stunned by his natural attitude. Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?

"There's marijuana in this cigarette!"

"I know."

Lord Superman choked again.

For the first time in his life, Superman felt that it was quite helpless for him to participate in this game alone.

Bruce turned back again, leaned back in his chair and said in a slightly brisk tone: "I just want to refresh my mind. Are you from an 'illegal state'?"

Lord Superman frowned deeply. It could be said that if it weren't for the muscle blockage, those two determined eyebrows would have been twisted into knots.

Lord Superman is a person who attaches great importance to rules. If divided according to European and American camps, he is a conservative. On Earth 50, which he rules, not to mention drugs, even non-addictive drugs are accurate to the gram. Re-rationed, drug abuse has been completely eliminated, and addicts have long been extinct.

But what is going on with this Batman?Why does he look so like a teenager who skips school at dusk on weekdays and hangs out in small groups on the street with his hands in his pockets, howling and throwing unextinguished cigarette butts into the trash to compete with who can burn the trash can first?

Wait, do all Batmans have dead parents?Isn’t this the one in front of me?Is this the character of Bruce Wayne before he became Batman?
Looking at Bruce talking and laughing with the clown next to him, Lord Superman suddenly felt a complicated emotion in his heart.

Lord Superman's feelings for Batman on their Earth are already complicated.

The plot of Lord Superman's Earth is relatively simple. Luthor killed the Flash and successfully ran for president. Superman became furious and killed Luthor.

What may be a bit beyond common sense is that the Batman of this universe, also commonly known as the Gray Bat, actually supports the actions of Lord Superman. His original words probably meant "someone has to take action."

Afterwards, Superman found that this crisp method worked very well, so he formed a team of Lords of Justice to rule the world through violence. All criminals were killed, and all criminal behavior beyond the rules would be severely punished. .

Until this stage, Gray Bat still supported Lord Superman, but probably recently, before Lord Superman participated in the game, he felt something different.

Lord Superman wants to spread justice further, and he hopes that Batman will open a portal for him so that they can punish more evils in the universe.

Batman didn't refuse, but Lord Superman could feel his attitude changing, and he seemed no longer willing to do it.

Lord Superman's psychology is actually very understandable. If it weren't for your support, I wouldn't have reached this point. But we have reached this point together. Do you still want to condemn my atrocities from the moral high ground?
Of course, Batman has not yet made any substantial betrayal, but Lord Superman already knows that he will sooner or later, because this is Batman.

He has the strength and determination to break everything, but he is always unable to break his last cage, the cage called Batman.

In the view of Lord Superman, the Batsuit is like a cruel torture instrument made of thorns. It is constantly torturing Batman's heart, telling him that he cannot sit back and watch the atrocities continue, and urging him to commit acts of betrayal.

So Lord Superman will of course wonder if you would come with me if you had an extra ticket - if you had not put on this suit back then, would we have a more perfect governance structure now? A better future for humanity?

At this moment, Lord Superman saw a younger Batman. Lord Superman did not feel the deep seriousness and deep pain of Batman in him, which of course aroused his interest.

But it might as well look serious now.

A decent man who insists on his principles too much due to a painful past and will be tortured by his conscience, or a crazy teenager who has never been beaten by society and dares to do anything regardless of the heights of the world, which one would you choose?
Lord Superman is just a little more violent, not without intelligence.

The betrayed Batman only opposed his violent methods, and the crazy Batman couldn't help but destroy the universe?
Another characteristic of Lord Superman is that he actually pursues justice, but he is a little overreaching and his methods are relatively violent, but it is not too out of the ordinary in DC's Earth.

Like other supermen, he cannot tolerate criminal behavior, let alone sit back and watch the universe be destroyed. But if this crazy Batman continues to develop, can the universe still be good?
What's even more frightening is that if this Batman takes drugs, no one can imagine what a high Batman can do. The Joker is also rational and crazy, but drug addicts are really crazy.

Lord Superman suddenly couldn't sit still. He looked straight at Bruce and said, "Take your hand back, or I will cut it off. I mean you two!"

At this moment, Bruce reached out and asked Constantine for a cigarette again, and Constantine really planned to give it to him. When the pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes were handing over, they met the murderous gaze of the lord Superman.

Bruce looked back at him, and the stopped movement seemed to be a test. It was not until he saw the red light in Lord Superman's eyes that he reluctantly took back his hand and coughed twice, as if he wanted to turn the topic back on track. Pass this article.

"Allow me to introduce to you that the Dr. Schiller you just saw on the screen is my psychology professor Schiller Rodriguez, who is also a world-renowned psychology master."

"I am very honored to have spent a fulfilling university time under his guidance. I was also fortunate to be mentored by him during my graduate school period. I am planning to apply for a doctoral qualification under his name to continue more in-depth academic research." As soon as these words came out, the other three people were all stunned.

Constantine coughed heavily. This time he might have actually coughed up a few fragments of his lungs. The whole palm of his hand was covered with blood. It was only after Owen handed him a few tissues that he saved himself. There isn't much of an image left.

"Cough cough cough cough! Did I hear you correctly? You mean this murderer is your psychology professor? He has taught you for four years plus three years, and you plan to study for who knows how many more years???"

Bruce nodded slightly, then as if he just remembered, he stretched out a finger and said, "Oh, by the way, he is still one of the clowns in our universe."

Now it was Lord Superman's turn to cough.

"'One'???" Lord Superman repeated Bruce's words. He stared closely at Bruce's face and asked: "How many clowns are there in your universe?"

"There have been about five or six." Bruce tapped his chin with his finger and counted: "None of them are full-time clowns, nor are they as good comedians as Mr. Arthur. In addition to psychology professors, they also have trucks. The driver, the richest man in another world, the ancestor of vampires and so on.”

Lord Superman's super brain buzzes.

"Wait a minute." He stretched out a hand, pushed back his cloak, turned around and looked at Bruce and said, "Are you sure you didn't take a sip before coming here? What the hell is the ancestor of the vampire?"

"Isn't there Cain in your world?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and said, "Because of some complete chance, he became a clown, but it didn't last very long, and he disappeared not long after."

"Wait!" Lord Superman had to fully use his super brain to understand this complicated relationship. He said: "Batman once said that he and the Joker are old enemies, but if you are not Batman..."

"Who says I'm not Batman?" Bruce interrupted and said, "I have a bat suit, but I'm just not wearing it. I came here when I was standing on the roof of the building performing the mission of Batman."

"Standing on the top of the building to carry out Batman's mission?"

At this point, Bruce sighed and said as if he was filled with sadness: "Yes, there were a lot of people taking pictures that day. I stood there for more than three hours, and people kept coming over one after another."

"I also wanted someone else to pretend to be someone, or get a robot to go up there, but those fans' eyes were so sharp that they could spot even the wrong texture of their muscles, so I had to come."

Overlord Superman's super brain is a little out of reach.

He stretched out a hand to stop Bruce's continued output and said: "You mean, in your universe, Batman is actually something similar to an idol star, and your job every day is to wear a bat suit. For people to take pictures?”

"Well, that's not entirely true." Bruce's words just reassured Lord Superman a little bit, but he continued: "Occasionally, I also post updates on private websites to interact with fans and promote bat peripherals and so on."

"You still sell peripherals?!!"

Bruce nodded, fumbled in the front pocket of his sweatshirt, took out a small shiny iron piece and threw it to Lord Superman and said: "The latest keychain, a sample just sent from the factory, hasn't been released yet." There’s still time to sell it.”

Lord Superman looked at the small piece of iron like a "subway old man's cell phone", holding it closer and farther away, seeming to have completely forgotten to use his super vision.

"How much does this thing cost?" Lord Superman asked with some disgust.

"This is a limited edition, with only 2000 sold worldwide, priced at $50 each."

"Cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

Three violent coughs overlapped, and host Irving didn't even know who to hand the paper to for a moment.

Lord Superman now remembered his super vision, but he used his super vision to look left and right. This thing was just a very ordinary small bat-shaped iron piece made of stainless steel. It was neither made of gold nor What precious gems.

"This thing sells for 50 US dollars?! Why don't you go and grab it?!" Constantine said, raising his voice first.

"Comes with access to tickets to the Sex Pistols Music Festival."

"Give me ten first!"

"Only crazy people would..." Arthur said.

"Comes with your purchase of comedy show tickets, the ten-day music festival has at least 2000 million visitors."

"Heirloom treasure!"

Bruce spread his hands.

Lord Superman silently covered his eyes with his hands.

Well, the situation is worse than he imagined. The crazy Batman still seems to have super intelligence, but it is completely useless on the right path. In short, this bat is still a profiteer.