The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

(For the sake of the plot, the more important thing is that the first generation is too old and I haven’t watched it. Here the stories of the second generation super and the first generation super tetralogy are separated. It is privately assumed that the Superman here has not seen Zod and the others. He is riding on his own The return capsule of the spacecraft returned to Krypton, and the Fortress of Solitude was invaded by Luther, who stole part of the control core)

Clark pounced on the window sill for a moment, but in the next second, he bumped into Bruce who suddenly got in.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately softened his skin to catch him.

Bruce's heartbeat wasn't right, Clark held him up and turned on the X-sight again.

"Your ribs are broken."

"It's okay." Bruce refused his help, quickly picked up the clothes and put them on.

His face was a little pale, but other than that, there was no other abnormality.

"let's go."

Opening the door, Bruce's expression changed to panic in an instant. He left the room disheveled and stumbled, and ran down the hall without a trace, looking as if he had been terrified by the shock just now.

But he wasn't the only one who ran down. Clark even saw a greasy-faced congressman running out naked. Compared with them, Bruce's gaffe was nothing.

"What's going on? Earthquake? Terrorist attack?" A man shouted in a panic.

"Please calm down, ladies and gentlemen." Luther quickly appeared here, "The building was attacked just now, and we are doing our best to illegally invade the terrorists. I believe there will be results soon."

"But his words did not calm most people down. On the contrary, many people panicked even more."

"You're saying a terrorist got in here and you didn't catch him?!" screamed a lady, looking nearly fainted.

"Rest assured, we have the best security personnel in place."

"But you still let the terrorists in. Forget about the security personnel who are eating dry food." Bruce hid behind Clark and shouted in another voice, "Where is Superman? Where is Superman?"

Then he changed his voice again, "Superman won't come, this is the Lex Corporation, remember? Superman is not welcome here, and Superman will not protect this place!"

Clark, "..."

He never thought of it that way.

But Bruce's instigation obviously had a good effect, and the already somewhat chaotic scene became even more difficult to control.

The personnel here include the richest and most powerful people in the metropolis, and most of these people are willing to take their lives. Stay where Superman is protecting you.

The first person bid farewell to Luther and left, followed by the second, and the third...

Luther's face was livid, and the current scene was literally slapping him in the face.

But his enterprise and influence are no longer as brilliant as they were at their peak. Even at their peak, he couldn't offend so many people here in one go, and he could only swallow it himself.

Bruce and Clark also mixed in the crowd and left Luther's building smoothly. Bruce asked the driver he hired to go back first, and Clark drove him away.

"You know, we haven't finished talking about what we're talking about today, so we can go back to my courtyard and continue~" Bruce still had residual fear on his face, but he still smiled sweetly and said to the driver.

The driver shrugged and couldn't deny the decadent life of the rich, but money and vacations are not bad for anyone.

When the car started, Bruce turned on the jammer again, and his tone became serious, "I can't go to the hospital, Luthor must have an eyeliner there."

"Then go to my fortress." Clark said.

"It's actually not serious..."

"Listen to me this time." Clark interrupted him and said firmly.

"..."

Bruce has never been a person who would listen to people's arrangements, not even Batman, but Clark's tone just now sounded a lot like Alfred when he saw his battle-damaged appearance.

For the first time, he acquiesced to this result, allowing an alien to fiddle with his body with his alien equipment, and to float around in front of his eyes with the inspection report.

"Tibia fracture, left hand bone fracture, ligament strain, multiple soft tissue contusions... This is what you said is not serious?! It was healed a while ago, and there are so many injuries in a few days..."

Bruce read whatever he wanted, with a non-violent and non-cooperative look, neither rebuttal nor accusation.

Clark finally couldn't speak anymore, stepped on his little red boots and floated to Bruce, with a heartbroken look, "You have to cherish your body."

"I know my situation very well, I have nothing else to do and I should go to work." Bruce replied with the same expression.

Clark couldn't hold him back, so he could only change the subject and let him rest here for a while, "What's going on? What did you find?"

"I was about to talk about this." Bruce frowned. "I suspect that Luthor has a connection with alien species. He may be leading the invasion of alien life forms."

"Scared, it's impossible." Clark was taken aback.

He knew that Luther was an absolute human supremacist. He couldn't bear to do good deeds like him. How could he lead more aliens to Earth.

"He is an over-conceited person, arrogant, and firmly believes in his own abilities." Bruce said, "I'm not sure if he is really doing this, but I cracked some of the information in his private computer, including some communication records, and some codes still to be cracked, in which I found the coordinates of the Earth."

"I still can't believe that someone would sell their planet."

"Generally speaking, not everyone thinks this is a betrayal." Bruce said, "And for Luthor, it is a very simple and efficient strategy for you to fight the alien invaders."

"Where is the efficiency?" Clark couldn't believe it.

Bruce calmly analyzed, "First of all, his character is destined to be overconfident in himself. No matter whether the winner of this confrontation is you or an alien life, he is confident that he can handle the remaining one. This is the premise."

"It can be predicted that if the earth is invaded, you will fight with all your strength. If you fail and die in this fight, it would be great for him. He can take advantage of the trend and deal with the invaders who have been severely injured by you. He can step on your dead bodies and become the savior; and if you succeed, the damage will be just as severe, and he can stir up popular sentiment and blame alien visitation on you."

Clark's face was a little stiff, and Bruce paused for a moment before choosing to finish, "After all, you are right, it is far more difficult to believe that a human being will betray his own planet than to believe that an alien has attracted his companions in the universe. After all—you're the only one who's ever left Earth."

"Of course, most people will still support you." Bruce slowed down his tone, "but trust can stand the test once or twice, but it can't stand countless times. Fear will make people lose their judgment. When the panic reaches a certain level, you will become the best outlet."

"sky……"

Clark covered his head in frustration, he simply didn't know what he was going to do right, and Bruce's few words almost subverted all the ideas held by this country boy from a small town.

Maybe it's not that he doesn't know, but that he has always been unwilling to believe or believe that the good and evil of people are never as clear as he thinks.

"People's hearts are complicated, and human beings are changeable."

"I know." Clark raised his hands in surrender, "I'm not disappointed or anything, I've already understood that I will always fight for the cause of justice, no matter what is waiting for me in front of me, I am...you just Come to this world, but you always seem to see things that I can't see..."

Bruce laughed when he heard this, "The sun is good, but there are always some things that can only exist in the shadows."

Seeing Clark still struggling, Bruce remembered another thing, "Don't worry, I found some kryptonite in the basement."

"I knew Luther would not give up so easily!"

"Luthor built a whole production line to make them. Is that the synthetic kryptonite you mentioned?"

"Yes, that thing has similar characteristics and abilities to kryptonite, and it also has strong radiation, but its effect on me is slightly lighter than real kryptonite."

"Like the Kryptonite Land in the report?"

"Yes, its main body is also synthetic kryptonite."

"Then you should feel at ease," Bruce said.

Clark was taken aback, "Did you blow it up?"

"After I took the core away, it exploded by itself." Bruce pulled out a diamond-shaped crystal from nowhere like magic with his backhand, "Is this yours?"

Clark was stunned. He took the crystal over at a loss, his face full of excitement and joy, "This is the other half of the control core of the fortress, Bruce, Bruce, thank you! How did you find it?! "

"The technology tree is not the same as the other areas of that factory." Bruce explained, "I don't think this should be a mass production type?"

Clark shook his head vigorously, "After I came back, the U.S. government returned part of it. This is the last piece."

"Thank you, I don't know what to say, this is very important to me, this is the last thing left to me from my hometown!"

"It's all about returning to its original owner."