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Watchtower.

The automatic door opened silently, and Bruce in plain clothes walked in.

The friends of the Alliance have been waiting here for a long time, and they all greeted him when he appeared.

Bruce and Jon looked at each other, and Jon nodded at him, so Bruce turned to Barry, "Are you ready?"

"It's ready." Barry looked at him reluctantly, "Is it really not possible to stay? I will definitely be able to research a way to travel without damage in the future."

"Okay Barry, each of us has responsibilities that we must bear." Diana comforted, then stepped forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder, "We haven't known each other for long, but you are a brave warrior, may the gods be with you."

"Thank you."

Barry looked a little disappointed, but he still didn't continue to persuade, "Then I will try my best to familiarize myself with this power, and try to bring everyone to see you as soon as possible."

He turned on the cosmic treadmill, and under the action of the super speed force, his body turned into a light that outsiders could not see, covering the cosmic treadmill. As the golden-red light gradually became stronger, the machine began to operate, and the faint blue light gathered little by little. Then a crack was torn in the crystal prism, like a demon in the abyss opening its mouth, waiting for its prey, a mysterious and extremely depressing and fearful aura leaked out from the crack.

Bruce stepped forward, but just as he was about to step into the crack, a figure broke through the door and rushed in.

"Wait a moment!"

Bruce turned his head and found that Clark, who was in pajamas and disheveled and seemed to have flown over in a hurry at the last moment, was floating beside the ruins of the gate, watching him motionless.

Then he heard his voice.

"I love you."

After saying this, Clark seemed to have accomplished some great mission, and he felt much more relaxed all of a sudden.

Everything else doesn't matter anymore, at least at the last moment, he has expressed his true thoughts, instead of covering them up under those awe-inspiring righteousness, that's enough.

Then he saw Bruce curl the corner of his mouth at him, and his deep voice reached his ears.

"Metoo."

Then there was a flash of dim light, and Bruce was gone.

"Clark, you..." Before Barry could finish speaking, Clark suddenly landed on the ground, "Please take care of Metropolis for me, I'm going to see if he arrived safely, and I'll definitely be back before dawn tomorrow."

"Then I too..."

"Leave it to me." Clark interrupted him, speaking in an uncompromising tone.

Hal also patted him, signaling him not to be greedy.

"Okay." Barry said regretfully.

Clark plunged into the passage, and the boundless darkness suddenly engulfed him.

Time, space, direction... There is nothing, and the perception of all existence has been weakened to the lowest level. There is only a warm force that wraps him and takes him to an unknown place.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a heavy weight on his body, and the feeling came and went quickly, only for a moment, so he knew that the destination had been reached.

All of a sudden, his eyes brightened in vain, and various voices came from all directions, good or bad, all pouring into his ears.

Only then did Clark realize that he was standing in front of a statue in pajamas for a moment, and the occasional passers-by in a hurry all looked at him strangely.

His face turned red, and while he was thankful that no one noticed his appearance out of thin air, he secretly regretted that he didn't change his clothes before coming back.

"Hello, sir, can I help you?" A young police officer walked into Clark. "My name is Robin, and I'm the detective on duty here."

"Uh, hello, Mr. Police Officer." Clark looked left and right, trying to find some excuse to get away, "You know...sometimes people just walk around when they're thinking about things...I don't know how I got here... "

"I understand." Unexpectedly, the police detective seemed very used to it, not only did not feel suspicious, but gently comforted him, "Many people in this city will come here when they are in trouble, and Batman will bring them The courage to overcome difficulties, even I often come to sit..."

Clark behind him didn't listen to a word, the word "Batman" had already attracted his full attention.

It wasn't until then that he noticed that the statue standing quietly in front of him belonged to Bruce.

It was a two-meter-high copper-plated statue, and Bruce stood condescendingly, quietly looking down at the street below.

The nameplate on the base is engraved with the name and time, and a few bouquets of fresh flowers are placed in front of the nameplate.

"Five years have passed in a flash, it's really scary when you think about it." Detective Robin also looked at the past together, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "I was still a rookie at that time, watching him drive a plane towards the sea of ​​Gotham... ... Tsk, why am I telling you this?"

"Have you met him?" Clark asked.

"I've seen it. It's better to say that the older policemen in Gotham have seen it. We were all rescued by him." Detective Robin said with a smile, "That was really a nightmare, and there are still many police officers dreaming about it." will be terrified.”

"Can you tell me his story?"

"Ha, that can't be finished in a sentence or two." Detective Robin shook his head, "Are you a foreigner? If you are interested, you can come to the commemorative meeting at midnight today, and someone will give you one by one. You answered, I have to continue patrolling."

Saying goodbye to Detective Robin, Clark took a last look at the statue, and set out to find Bruce following the sound of his heartbeat.

Wandering around the streets in pajamas is really shameful. Fortunately, the place where Bruce is relatively remote did not make the conservative reporter from the farm in the country blush until his blood vessel burst to death.

When he found Bruce, the latter was facing an alley in a daze.

The alley looks a little narrow, but many of the newly built shops on both sides of the alley have been put into use. Every one meter there is a street lamp and a small round flower bed. The rusted railings and iron nets can still see the dilapidation of the place, but at least there is a thriving scene.

"Bruce?"

"This is... Crime Alley."

With Bruce's back turned to him, Clark couldn't see the expression on his face, but he guessed that this place must be so important to Bruce that it was his first stop after returning to this world.

"It will build better," Clark said.

After a while, he heard Bruce's answer.

"of course."

His voice had stabilized, and Clark knew Bruce had calmed down.

He thoughtfully didn't ask Bruce's gaffe just now, but asked, "Is there a place to change clothes? I feel like I escaped from a mental hospital."

"You don't want to know what kind of people come out of Gotham's mental hospital." Bruce was amused by him, and Clark rarely saw him smile so easily, "Come with me, I'll show you Look at my home."