Time Miko

From the moment Clark set foot on this withered land, countless wailing and reprimands followed one after another.

It's not heard, it's like the sound that poured directly into the mind, clear but vague, as if heard but fleeting.

"It's all your fault, Clark"

"Superman shouldn't exist"

"If you are not of my race, your heart will be punished!"

"He has such a powerful force, who knows when he will get tired of standing side by side with humans"

"Superman, why didn't you save my father?"

"Where were you when we called for help?"

"Earth Doesn't Need Superman"

"He brought all the enemies of the universe to Earth!"

"There are far more people who died indirectly at the hands of Superman than criminals!"

"Earth doesn't need Superman!!"

This withered land is still without the intervention of sunlight, and it is far darker and colder than other places.

With every step Clark took, the voice in his head grew louder.

Noisy, noisy, set off the restlessness and uneasiness deep in his heart.

Irritable disorientation from a splitting headache.

In addition, the withered land under his feet seemed to have a strong gravitational force, and its strong attraction even made it difficult for Superman who could adapt to the gravity of the sun.

Every time he moved away, the gravity seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, so heavy that his strong body had to bend down to reduce the resistance of gravity to him.

"Clark"

His mother, Martha, was standing not far in front of him, looking at him lovingly as always.

Clark raised his head with difficulty, and his blurred vision tried to focus on the most important woman in the world.

"Why go on?"

Why?Why is he here?Where are you going again?

The brain, which was confused by the loud reproaches, tried hard to think about this problem.

"Let it go, you shouldn't take other people's responsibility"

Martha's voice was still so gentle, so gentle that he fell asleep.

"let it go"

The gentle voice is as warm as in the memory, and the distant memory always remembers that it was this voice that lulled him to sleep on those nights when it was difficult to fall asleep.

The body reflected a sense of fatigue, and the eyes that were originally out of focus also tended to close.

"Clark, I need you!"

A dark, cold, but indescribably gentle voice suddenly broke into his mind.

By the way, he came for that man, the dark knight who was as lonely as him.

Shaking his head violently, he shook the noisy voices in his mind, and Martha in front of him also faintly disappeared under his shaking.

Only then did Clark realize that at some point, the withered grass on the ground had quietly climbed up his legs, trapping him tightly in place.

Shooting two hot eyes, easily cut off the entanglement of withered grass, but the ground kept growing crazily and entangled him.

While sweeping away the weeds and dead vines with his thermal sight, he tried his best to find the familiar shadow among the dead grass.

Another wave of dead vines came at him, a frozen breath that froze large swaths of dead vegetation, but Clark knew it wouldn't last long.

"Damn it, where's Bruce?!"

After what happened just now, if Clark still can't figure out why Bruce fell into a coma, his super brain can be renamed super stupid brain.

That neurotoxin amplifies all emotions, all of them.

So Batman may not be afraid of fear, Batman may not be cowardly, Batman may not even need love, but there will be no one in this world who is more responsible and...guilt than Bruce Wayne.

Fear gas is ineffective against Batman, but guilt gas is what kills Bruce Wayne.

Batman, who was born because of guilt and responsibility, and these two factors that support Batman's every superhuman action, will naturally become the deadly toxin that crushes Bruce Wayne after infinite amplification.

Clark could already foresee the hallucinations that Bruce saw.

His parents, his Gotham, his citizens, his prisoners, his...Jason...

"Damn! Must find Bruce soon"

While strafing the withered plants that attacked him with heat vision and freezing breath... No, plants can no longer be used to describe these things.

The desolate wailing sound, the looming faces, from the things that entangled him, he saw many faces he didn't know, and one he knew - the clown!

"damn it!"

A frozen breath froze a large area again, leaving those things that were frozen and still screaming, Clark quickly flew towards the center of the darkness.

"Bruce!!!!"

With the loudest voice, he called out the name that he had called countless times.

But the voice kept echoing after answering him.

"damn it!"

These things on the ground have completely separated from the plants and turned into arms. There are men and women, some with flesh and some with only bones, some old people and some children. The arms tightly hold Clark's legs and feet, He kept trying to drag him down the endless darkness.

"damn it!"

The heat sight and the freezing breath went up at the same time. Under the frozen ground was a raging flame, but the barrier made of ice was quickly breached, and the arms rushed over even more frantically.

Clark felt that his strength was almost exhausted, not only his physical strength, but also his mental exhaustion to suppress the scolding voices that kept wailing in his mind.

"very dangerous!"

Clark finally understood what Antana meant by danger at this moment.

Because of the Kryptonian system, viruses and toxins can't work on him, but when he and Bruce's spirits are synchronized, these things that didn't work on him began to work. In other words, he passed Bruce was poisoned, is this what Antana called danger? ? ! !

Waves of arms came from all directions, grabbing Clark tightly and dragging him down continuously.

Heat vision and freezing breath have completely lost their due power at this moment.

damn it!Could it be that if I failed to save Bruce, I would be here too.

Clark struggled desperately. He understood that it was not Bruce's responsibility to drag his arms, but his own sense of responsibility. The more he understood, the more desperate he became.