The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

When Bruce regained consciousness again, the armor on his body had been taken off and neatly placed aside.

The world in front of him was covered by a crystal-clear substance like ice crystals, but he didn't feel cold at all. Bruce sat up and unexpectedly found that his body seemed to have become a lot lighter.

The stabbing pain that was tormenting him all the time in his body has disappeared, especially his waist and legs, and he has never been more relaxed since that incident.

He raised his hand, the wound on the third fingertip of his right hand that was cut by glass had disappeared, and the torn tendon had healed. He shook his fingers, and the force returned from the fingertips told him that his body had recovered The state of its heyday.

"you're awake?"

At this time, the door on the right opened without a sound, and the guy who called himself Superman floated in with a cup of hot tea.

There was a hint of surprise in his beautiful blue eyes at the sight of Bruce.

"Thank you, your treatment is very effective." Bruce said lightly.

"You were seriously injured, so it took me a little longer." The man smiled, "I hope you don't mind that I took off your visor--the protective measures on your visor are very well done , I think you don't want anyone to see your face."

"It doesn't matter." This is not his world, no one will know him, and hiding his identity becomes less important.

"Are you a superhero too?" Superman asked impatiently, "What abilities do you have? Can you fly? Can you breathe fire? Or can you become invisible?"

"It seems that there are not many people with magical power like you." Bruce said sharply.

The man's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly picked himself up again, staring eagerly at Bruce.

"I'm sorry, but I disappointed you." Bruce frowned, "I can't fly, I can't breathe fire, I can't be invisible, and I don't have your super strength to dismantle the Batmachine out of thin air. I'm an ordinary person, from head to toe The feet are so ordinary that if you're looking for someone of the same kind, you're obviously looking for the wrong one."

He unceremoniously pointed out the hidden expectation in Superman's heart and directly denied it, which made the latter look even more gloomy.

But Superman cheered up, and he didn't look embarrassed because his small thoughts were seen through, nor did he anger Bruce because his wishes were not fulfilled, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask these questions, your behavior itself is more powerful than your strength." It is worthy of praise."

"I don't need any compliments." Bruce frowned, "Is it my turn to ask now?"

"Of course, what do you want to know?"

"Is this Earth?" Bruce asked.

"Um, yes." Superman nodded honestly, "It seems that you may have traveled from another parallel plane, Earth."

"You don't know? Then you save me?" Bruce looked at him disapprovingly.

"Uh, does it matter?" Superman's eyes widened, and his blue eyes were innocently open.

Bruce felt powerless for a while, and didn't know how to popularize with this powerful but naive guy about the damage that an unknown creature that appeared out of thin air might cause to the human world.

"Is there... Gotham City here?" Bruce asked after hesitating.

Superman shook his head, although Bruce's eyes suddenly lost color made him a little bit unbearable, but it was meaningless to hide.

"As far as I know, there is no city on this planet named Gotham."

"Yeah." Bruce said flatly.

He had thought of this result a long time ago. In fact, even if there is a Gotham here, it will not be his Gotham anymore.

But he spent most of his life running around for that city, and now that the burden has been put down, he really feels a little empty in his heart.

Alfred would probably be happy if he was here, he thought.

It's a pity that Alfred can't see it, maybe now he is staying alone in the attic of Wayne Manor cleaning, preparing dinner, thinking about waiting for him to come back.

Maybe now he knows...he can't go back.

"The central AI is checking the coordinate sequence of the universe you are in." Superman slowed down his voice and gently comforted him.

"Thanks." In Bruce's world, there is also the theory of the multiverse, and he knows exactly what a huge project this will be, and the hope is so remote that it is almost bullshit.

To be honest, he doesn't have much hope for this, but in the current situation, the other party's ability to do this is far more important than the result.

It is very rare to be willing to do this for a stranger.

He began to believe that this guy who called himself "Superman" was a good guy.

"You probably have nowhere to go here." Superman fell in front of his eyes, and the little red boots "slapped" on the floor.

Bruce didn't take it seriously, "On the street, under the bridge...where you can't stay."

Baby Bruce is spoiled and spoiled, and he is used to the exquisite and luxurious life of the upper class, but Batman has never lived in any place. Sometimes, in order to investigate a case, he would spend a day in the mud or in the sewer waiting for an opportunity.

Although this planet is not exactly the same as the earth he is familiar with, as long as it is the earth, he can always find a way to survive.

"No." Superman frowned, bit his lower lip lightly, showing a hesitant and entangled expression.

But he couldn't really let an ordinary person who was caught up in another world and was homeless just like that on the street.

"I have a... friend." He said hesitantly.

"I think...he should be willing to take you in during this time."

"Friend?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Should he remind this person that now ordinary people generally acquiesce that their friends are themselves?Or is the world view different in a world with "Superman"?

But this is indeed a relatively good way. Bruce doesn't have to make mistakes for himself when he can choose. Generally speaking, he still pays more attention to the quality of life.

Somewhere to stay, and then he can try to make money, Bruce thought deadpan.

He didn't know if he could go back, so he had to plan for a long-term struggle here.

Fortunately, this should not be difficult for him.

Batman always has a way.

"He's a very nice guy, and he should be willing to help you." The almost boastful words made Superman's ears slightly red, but he still kept his face stiff and continued to speak in a serious manner, "Although his family My house is not big, but it's better than wandering outside."

Bruce couldn't deny it, and nodded in agreement.