The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

"He's right about one thing." Bruce said calmly, "The police in the metropolis have been spoiled by your super friends. In the face of vicious gangsters, their performance is very bad and amateurish, lacking the necessary vigilance and mentality. Countermeasures, and no sense of responsibility, as if they just wait there to smoke a cigarette and have a cup of coffee, and Superman will fix everything before sending the criminals to the door."

"There are also citizens in the metropolis. They don't resist, they don't fight for escape opportunities by themselves, and they lack a basic sense of crisis. Some even take the initiative to expose themselves to gunpoint for taking pictures." Bruce narrowed his eyes, showing disapproval expression.

"Uh... Maybe they trust Superman." Clark didn't know how to explain.

"This kind of trust is not good for either of them." Bruce said, "For Superman, this kind of trust is undoubtedly a big trouble. People will become more and more used to his protection and gradually regard it as his responsibility. He only failed once, and it will be the best excuse for his opponents to attack him, and for those people..."

He was silent for a while, and continued cruelly, "They are gambling with their lives, betting that an alien will not leave, fail, or make mistakes."

Clark fell silent.

Bruce didn't know why he seemed to talk too much today, and he wouldn't normally be like this.

Maybe the troubled-eyed young hero in front of him reminded him of himself when he just aspired to be Batman. At that time, he might have firmly believed that he had the ability to change Gotham and protect more people.

Until reality woke him up with failure after failure.

It's just that when he was the most innocent, he had never been so bright and enthusiastic. Bruce didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. He had witnessed too much darkness and despair of human nature, and witnessed the sinking and depravity of one noble soul after another. .

No one understands better than him that the more pure a life is, the easier it is to be dusty and blackened by sin. He knows too well what kind of world is on the other side of that line.

So... he couldn't believe it... and couldn't believe it.

"So... you also think that Superman shouldn't exist?"

The room was silent for a long time, and Clark didn't ask until Bruce thought he would be quiet.

Bruce noticed that his eyes had been staring at the bottom of the coffee table. He had seen a newspaper there once. The reporter of the Planet Daily explained in detail why the world didn't need Superman with a sharp pen. After traveling far and away for five years, he can probably guess what happened.

"...I don't approve of this approach." Bruce leaned back, allowing himself to sink into the sofa comfortably, "If I belonged to this world, I would always watch his behavior, find ways to restrict him, and guard against his behavior." Degenerate, I will always be vigilant against him to ensure that I can stop him before he does something harmful to this world."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Clark's head hanging lower and lower and his sad expression that was almost crying. Bruce sighed in his heart, and still said the sentence he didn't want to say.

"But until that day comes, I will be grateful for every life saved by him, and I will stay in the dark, and help him as much as I can when necessary, and I will let him know that he is on his way. It’s on the right path, but whether it’s worth it or not, whether or not to continue on, needs to be judged by himself.”

Clark raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Bruce felt a little regretful in his heart, such words were really not in line with his style.

Huh, forget it, it's just to preserve a little self-confidence for this young hero.

"Should Superman exist? I can't answer this question for you. No one can answer you. No one can put themselves above everyone else and arrogantly define other people's lives." He said, "But I think, At least those innocent lives were saved by him, they were sincerely grateful."

Clark's eyes grew brighter, and finally, almost sparkled, "Thank you! I... I mean, Superman will be very happy."

Clark was very excited until he went to bed at night, probably these things have made him depressed for too long.

This made Bruce recall the days after Rachel's death and Harvey's fall. Without Alfred's company, maybe he would have given up on himself and become a cripple at that time.

"Are you asleep?" Clark asked softly from across the room.

Bruce broke free from the memory. Even from a long distance, Batman's keen insight could see the faint light in the eyes of the opposite person, "Why?"

"What's your city like?" Clark asked softly.

In the Fortress of Solitude, he had seen the body of the person in front of him with his own eyes, and he was almost frightened at that time.

Even now, he can still clearly recall every scar and centipede-like ugly stitches on his body, the steel nails buried deep between the bone seams in his spine, the staggered fractures on the muscles, and countless broken bones. Healing marks.

The old and the new intersected densely. Under the perspective, he almost thought that what was displayed in front of him was a monster pieced together by steel nails and sutures.

He had never seen so many scars on a person's body, and he couldn't imagine how far a person would have to push himself to survive such pain.

He doesn't even have any super powers, which means that his injuries cannot heal quickly, and the severe pain caused by each injury and each rehabilitation must be borne by himself.

Clark had to admit that at that moment, he even felt a little inferior. He obviously possessed so many unique abilities, but he forced himself to be what he is now.

It is precisely because of this that he is particularly concerned about Bruce's evaluation of him.

But after the knot in his heart was untied, some information revealed by Bruce's words made him feel distressed from the bottom of his heart.

Is such a great hero also rejected and feared by the people he shelters?

But for his own affairs, Bruce obviously didn't want to say more.

"That's my city...I love her."

But that's enough.