The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

(travel version)

When Bruce opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was a face that was constantly zooming in.

He was startled, and subconsciously wanted to ask, but what he uttered was a series of shrill meows.

what happened?

He found that his perspective was also very wrong. The man in front of him was incredibly tall. He lowered his head and looked at his hand, but what he saw was a hairy and messy paw.

???

"Okay, okay, our little hero, take it easy~" The man in front of him moved a little closer, with a smile on his face, "Your paw is hurt, I'll take you back for treatment."

……

The man's words broke Bruce's expectations—he turned into a cat.

But what happened?Bruce panicked a little.

In his impression, he should be staying in the Batcave to sort out Superman's information and prepare for the upcoming decisive battle.

Wait, Superman!

He suddenly realized that the man in front of him was actually floating on a tree branch.

Bruce calmed down and looked at the man in front of him seriously.

Black hair, sky blue eyes, a uniform of three primary colors, and the S-shaped mark on the chest... Although the appearance and clothing are also different, he can basically conclude that the person in front of him is Superman, or—— Also Superman.

Another Superman.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. He dabbled in the parallel world theory, but he wasn't sure if it applied to the situation at hand.

Before he could think clearly, the man suddenly moved quickly and picked him up.

Bruce instinctively wanted to fight back, but it turned into frantic scratching when it fed back to the cat's body.

But what's the use of scratching in the face of Superman with a man of steel?

Almost in the next second, he was quickly pinched by the back of the neck.

Bruce was stunned. Even for him, he couldn't find a strategy to deal with the situation for a while. After all, a normal person would never plan how to protect himself after becoming a cat.

The man smiled at him, the gentleness in his eyes almost overflowing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, I promise to let you back soon."

Even for a cat, he maintains a peaceful and respectful attitude. In his eyes, life is equal, equally great and precious.

——Perhaps it was because he was at an unprecedented disadvantage, but this became more and more obvious.

It's just that I don't know how true this attitude is. Thinking of the "god on earth" who he met in his own world, Bruce couldn't help but sneer.

But his resistance was a little smaller—although he was still full of vigilance, under the current circumstances, he might be able to get more information by following this "Superman".

Superman's speed is extremely fast, even though he took into account that the kitten in his hand was flying slowly, he arrived at the destination very quickly.

What Bruce didn't expect was that their destination was not the alien's fortress in the North Pole, but a small farm that looked very warm.

Superman led him into the house through the chimney, and in the house, an old lady was sitting in a rocking chair with a kitten in her arms and flipping through photos. The kitten was frightened by the sudden intruder and let out a sharp hiss. , jumped up all of a sudden, the fluffy hair almost exploded into a ball of wire.

The lady must be screaming in terror, Bruce thought, and began to gather strength secretly.

He doesn't care what the alien wants to do, even if he has no ability now, he won't let him do whatever he wants.

But to his surprise, although the woman's face showed a hint of trouble, it was more intimate and teasing, "Baby Clark, I thought you wouldn't believe in Santa Claus in the future."

Bruce was shocked, and Superman fell to the ground with red cheeks.

"Sorry, mother." Bruce was hugged to the cabinet and pressed against the cabinet. Bruce resisted reflexively. He swore it was really a reflex this time, but his resistance was quickly suppressed by Superman. Responding to her mother's teasing, she gently comforted him, "The window is not open, and I can't knock on the door in this outfit... Hiss, be good, don't bite, your teeth will hurt."

His tone is not heavy, but it is happy, ordinary, warm from the heart, letting go of the pretense and being real...

Bruce turned around abruptly, relying on the nimble movements of felines, he jumped out, jumped over the obtrusive tables and chairs, and jumped onto the rocking chair where the old lady was sitting just now.

The opened photo album was placed on the coffee table next to the rocking chair. He hit the ground and opened it with a snap, revealing the sunny and happy smiling face of the little boy inside.

He once took a nap on the grain pile in the wheat field, and the saliva flowed out and wet the corners of his clothes; he once climbed on the planter on the farm and made faces at unknown photographers; once a family of three stood happily in front of the cornfield on the farm Group photo; I used to hide behind my mother, showing a timid look, crying like a mess...

There are many photos. The age, clothing, people or things around the protagonist are constantly changing. The only constant is that the protagonist of each photo looks so ordinary, ordinary and real.

Everything in front of him was beyond Bruce's cognition, and the belief he had insisted on for a long time was shaken violently at this moment, so that when he was grabbed by Superman and carried back to the cabinet to continue shaving and applying medicine, he couldn't even react come over.

He is a conspiracy theorist, and he always has reservations about everything he sees and hears, but even he can't convince himself that the alien will act on a stray cat he picked up.

For a long time, what he faced and was familiar with was the alien orphan who was as powerful as a god and brought disaster and destruction at every turn, so that he never considered that after taking off the ridiculous clothes, the alien would come back again. What kind of life will you lead.

Whether he can also cry, laugh, whether he also has someone he loves or is loved by someone... Until this moment, Bruce was horrified to find that he had never thought about it.

Those photos were scattered on the ground, and every picture in them seemed to be mocking him most nakedly.

If the Superman here is like this, then is the Superman he knows also like this?

The confusion in front of his eyes dissipated in an instant, and Bruce began to re-examine his actions during this period of time, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head for three or nine days, and a deep chill came out from his bones, making him almost unbearable. I couldn't help trembling.

What did he do?

All he had done with all his might, was he actually planning to kill a... person? ,

The cat's body trembled slightly, he could hardly believe it.

Examining the case is not based on personal likes and dislikes - when did he deviate from the basic ethics of a detective?

"Look! The wound is open again! The pain just now is in vain, and I have to clean it up again!"

Superman didn't know that the cat in his hand had the soul of an adult man, and he was still babbling and cleaning the wound on its paw.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that he would be in severe pain, so I rubbed two fists under his neck to comfort him.

But Bruce didn't pay attention to this. After waking up like a dream, he began to reflect on his previous words and deeds. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he felt.

He faintly sensed that there was a pair of invisible hands manipulating the whole situation behind his back, but back then his anger blinded his eyes, so he didn't realize it at all.

"It's really pitiful, it must have suffered a lot." The old woman came over and touched him lightly, "Otherwise, let's keep it and be with Alfred."

Bruce was interrupted by the familiar name, the tips of his ears moved, and he raised his head sharply.

Seeing that Superman responded naturally, "Then you have to give it a name, or else it's called Bat?"

Call a cat a bat?

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat—he was vaguely aware of something.

Before he could think, Superman in front of him threw out another blockbuster.

"No, it's too obvious." He showed a sly look, "Otherwise, call him Bruce—just call him Bruce!"

Bat, Bruce, plus the familiarity of the owner of the name on Superman's face... this has been explained by coincidence.

When all the impossibilities are eliminated, no matter how absurd the remaining conclusion may seem, it must be the truth.

In this world—if this is indeed a parallel universe—where Superman and Batman are so closely related that they can share their real identities without even worrying about giving each other their names to a cat.

Judging from the fact that Superman's mother was not surprised by the name and Alfred just blurted it out, even this lady knew his identity.

Bruce was a little unbelievable. He really didn't know what kind of situation he would give such trust to an alien whose destructive power was as good as a bunch of super villains tied together—yes, even if he recognized him before His opinion was somewhat biased, that is, to the point where he had dispelled his killing intent, and he was still extremely vigilant against that alien.

Bruce thought that was enough to surprise him, but it didn't end there.

Late at night, at Kent Farm, just when Bruce No.30 was sorting out the information obtained in his mind seven times, the dilapidated wooden door of the farm was gently pushed open, and a man walked in.

"..."

"..."

Almost instantly, the two noticed each other. Bruce narrowed his eyes, and the man narrowed his eyes too. The two gazes collided in mid-air, and the junction almost flashed with lightning.

Without anyone's introduction, Bruce instantly identified the man.

He is who he is, or rather - Batman.

"Bruce, let me introduce you, this is... Bruce." Superman said cheerfully.

Bruce simply suspected that this Superman's brain was broken, but unexpectedly, the man showed an expression that was almost pampering and indulgent. Although it was very faint, it was obvious enough in Bruce's eyes .

"Forget it, have fun with you."

Blue Meow leaned down and stared at him vigilantly—he began to wonder if this might be a conspiracy.

The cloth man took off the helmet, revealing the same lead blue eyes, short black hair and different facial features as him. Superman took it and put it aside familiarly, and then leaned forward to help him untie the troublesome dark armor on the uniform .

Bruce always felt that this situation was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It wasn't until the two of them sat at the edge of the table together that you and I shared the same plate of toast that Bruce realized stiffly that the relationship between these two people was not as simple as he thought.