The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Spoiler: A world without you

This should be a very sunny and fine weather. The sun is shining brightly above his head, and the warm sunlight is shining on his body, continuously replenishing his strength, allowing him to relieve his severely damaged body since the last war.

Last war?

Clark opened his eyes.

The world in front of him was a dazzling pure white, and the yellow sun's light gathered on him through the crystal, which gave him the illusion that he was shining the sun.

He wasn't lying on the luxurious and comfortable double bed of Wayne Manor, nor was he in the simple but warm lounge of the watchtower.

This is... the Fortress of Solitude.

He sat up and found the white cloak draped over him.

This sleep was too long, and he felt numbness and faint tingling all over his body.

"Bruce?"

"You recovered? Leader." The figure of the fortress AI emerged beside his bed, watching him with concern.

"What's wrong with me? Where's Bruce?"

A worried look appeared on the translucent face of the Bastion AI, "Bruce, who is it?"

Clark was taken aback, and then he found a completely different memory unfolding in his mind. The places that felt inconsistent just now were all because this memory that suddenly became clear did not match his original memory.

Clark felt a little cold for no reason.

He let go of his super hearing, and the noisy sounds far beyond what humans can describe gathered in his mind like a sea of ​​waves.

Clark's face turned slightly pale. Among all the familiar and unfamiliar voices, and the terrifying wave that gathered the whole world, the heartbeat that he remembered in his heart... disappeared.

Clark left his bed, and the Kryptonian robot came and went in and out of the hall of the fortress, using electronic screens everywhere to monitor every move of humans in the outside world.

He flew into the sky, and the crowds he passed hurriedly avoided, only the Kryptonian machines would still gather as he remembered, but he no longer had the heart to pay attention to these.

He faced the starry sky, the orbit where the watchtower stood was empty.

He rushed to Central City, where there was no superhero named Flash, only a policeman Barry who was accidentally injured by lightning and was paralyzed in bed. The two live in poverty in the slums of the central city.

Likewise, there is no green light.

no, no, no...

There is no Justice League, no time-space disturbance caused by the Speed ​​Force, and the two worlds that once briefly overlapped in memory have never intersected here.

Clark suddenly couldn't fly.

He remembered.

No Hal, no Barry, no Diana, no... Bruce.

Luther's plot has come true, that child... that child is still so young...

He tried his best... But no one believed him, and he couldn't protect anyone... As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see those eyes staring at him blankly, asking him why he couldn't give him justice, why? Can't avenge him...

After the press conference, public opinion was in an uproar. Superman was no longer a helpful hero. More and more people turned their attention to the destruction he brought. They were surprised to find that they had never noticed this before.

More and more people took to the streets, demanding that the government restrict the movement of that "dangerous alien".

But Luther still didn't stop.

The sudden appearance of Zod dispelled Clark's idea of ​​retiring, and Superman appeared again. A group of Kryptonians almost razed the entire metropolis to the ground. They couldn't defeat him, but he couldn't stop their massacre either.

He... killed them and set off the next wave of conspiracy with his own hands.

Then he... ruled the Earth.

Clark fell from the sky.

He seemed to be bewitched by some kind of power, and he stopped in front of a manor along the route he remembered like a puppet pulled by a string.

The scene in their memory seems to be just yesterday, they happily came to this abandoned manor bought by Bruce, and cleaned up the dust and cobwebs bit by bit.He planned his salary dollar by dollar, and personally selected a lot of things to decorate their room and Bruce's secret base...

"I want to eat authentic Quanjude." Barry in memory looked up and smiled at him, "Let's run a race to see who gets there first, and the loser has to pay the money."

"Who will reject you." He heard his own voice sound, with intoxicating warmth.

"That big bat does," Barry grumbled. "He even robbed me of my donuts."

"Very well, you have no more snacks for next week." The door opened, and the black knight who had finished his night patrol glanced indifferently.

"Do not!!!!!"

"A group of little boys." The beautiful Amazon princess smiled affectionately.

Warm light shines from the bright windows of the manor, just like in memory, as if as long as you open the door, you can see Barry eating pizza again, using rings to conjure up all kinds of gadgets. Hal, Arthur chatting with the tropical fish next to the fish tank, the princess chatting with Steve on the sofa.

Perhaps farther away, there is a Martian Manhunter floating silently with a large box of Oreos in his arms.

And...and...

Clark subconsciously grabbed the doorknob, but pulled the whole door down because he didn't control his strength well.

"Which bastard... Da Da Da, my lord..."

The man who heard the sound changed from anger to panic in an instant. A woman followed him, with panic and despair in her eyes, and subconsciously protected a little girl who was only seven or eight years old with her hands.

Clark felt the temperature of his heart drop to freezing point.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we didn't do anything, please forgive me..." The man stammered and begged for mercy, while the woman was so frightened that she almost cried.

The interior of the manor was plain and warm, obviously a happy family lived here, but it wasn't right...it wasn't what he remembered...

It's not Bruce and his house.

Clark couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed out and finally stopped in the deserted cemetery behind the mansion.

He squatted down in front of a broken tombstone, and finally let out a weeping sound.

He remembered.

That day, he didn't see the otherworldly hero who was desperately away from the city with the bomb, but a group of unknown metal mixtures fell from the sky between the buildings in the metropolis.

He had wondered, but he finally put it behind him.

For him in the past, it was just the most common of Superman's thousands of rescues, so smooth that it didn't even cause any property damage.

There was never a tough mortal hero in his life, no one reached out to him in those most desperate days.

It was because he was too lonely, and the battle with Darkseid almost killed him, and he imagined all this from his mind when he was dying.

More and more memories came to mind.

He remembered how he brought the unrecognizable fragments back to the fortress, and how he assigned tasks to the fortress AI.

When he was free, he also occasionally remembered to ask about the progress of the analysis. A layer of power completely different from this world was attached to the fragments, and he finally got a glimpse of another world.

It was an ordinary and enviable world, where there were no alien threats, super criminals or supernatural powers, ordinary humans lived ordinary lives, ordinary good and evil intertwined ordinary.

He was stunned for a long time, then put away the report with some relief and some regret.

That is not his world, it has nothing to do with him, what he needs to focus on is the present, how to protect this world from more and more frequent conspiracy and aggression.

He used to think so.

But now...how could he really pretend that all that didn't exist? !

Clark fell next to the tombstone, curled up in a ball.

His lips turned white from being bitten, and there was a trace of blood in his mouth.

His hands tightly clenched the uniform around his heart, feeling as if he was about to die, as if countless kryptonites were being inserted into his heart, stirring over and over again.

"I'm here."

The imaginary person stood in front of him, stretching out gloves with sharp armor at him, with an unusual gentle look on his backlit face.

Clark pounced, but his hand slipped through the shadow.

"B." He called softly.

The shadow turned around and slowly disappeared into the air.

"B..."

Clark's eyes finally blurred, and tears rolled silently from their sockets.

He huddled on the ground and breathed heavily, like a fish out of water, as if only in this way could he control his tail sound not to tremble too much.

"B."

"Wake up, wake up."

A hand patted his face vigorously.

Clark opened his eyes in confusion, but there was no focus in his eyes, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

"How are you? Remember me? Remember what happened?" Bruce helped him up.

Clark didn't speak or respond, his whole body was as stiff as a plastic doll.

"Clark?"

Then he noticed that the circles of Clark's eyes turned red at an alarming rate.

A pair of hands tightly held his chest, pressing him directly onto the steel body, the huge impact almost made him groan.

"B... Bruce."

The short syllables were scattered by Clark, mixed with small choking and weeping sounds.

"How many times have I told you, don't use your body to receive magic, don't just fight against things you don't understand, dodge! Dodge! Dodge! You almost can't wake up, do you know that?!"

Bruce's eyebrows were tightly twisted, scolding him fiercely, but the movement of hugging him back was surprisingly gentle.

So Clark's world began to turn again. He heard Barry and Diana chatting in the conference room, heard the sound of Ron pressing keys while checking the monitor, and heard the "didi" sound of the mechanical body when the steel bone was bored. , heard Billy playing video games in the room...

The cold hands and feet began to warm up inch by inch, and Clark hadn't felt he could breathe again until now.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, as if he was afraid that something would be disturbed if he raised his voice, and everything in front of him would disappear again, "I thought I would never see you again..."

"I'm not reconciled." The lingering despair in the dream still lingered in his heart, he shrank his shoulders, as if being stung by the memory in his mind, "We still have so much time... I still have so much I didn't even have time to talk to you..."

"This magic will trap people in nightmares and gradually erode people's spirit, and eventually hollow out people and turn them into a shell." Bruce said seriously, "You are lucky, the magic was released in time."

Clark gave a weak smile, "I want to come back... because I want to come back no matter what."

He looked so pitiful and sad that even Bruce couldn't bear to teach him at this time.

Bruce sighed softly and took his hand.

"I'm here."

(I really couldn’t bear to abuse it to the end, and couldn’t help but come back sweet again. This episode is just to explain the specific situation. I don’t know if I can write that flavor. As for whether this is really a dream long ago by magic, or whether Clark and The one in the original timeline merged, and then found a way to reverse the time and space and ran back, everyone sees the benevolent and the wise.)