The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

It wasn't until the wooden door was locked from the inside, and vague and ambiguous sounds came to the ears through the shabby wooden door of the farm, that Bruce jumped to the door in a trance, and unconsciously stretched out the paw he just got on the edge of the door There was a scratch at the seam.

As a playboy who hangs around in the flowers all the year round, Bruce knows all too well what the sound means.

what is this?What is he doing in this world?Why did you just roll with that alien? ! !

Even if he has realized that his hostility towards the alien in the metropolis has gone too far, this is only limited to the fact that he will tend to choose more gentle coping and monitoring methods when he sees him next time. It means that he has let down his guard against that guy!

But no matter how broken Bruce's heart is, the intermittent voices in the room tell him clearly-yes, it's true.

"Meow!" The swear words that came out of his mouth turned into a shrill meow.

What the hell!

But even if he was aggrieved in his heart, Bruce was more dissatisfied with the fact that "Batman" compromised and tolerated "alien".

After all, they are two different individuals, so he can't tell the difference between the other party and himself.

But for a ten-thousandth of a second, he imagined in his heart that he was hugging the fierce alien in his own world-this is also human nature-and then the hair all over his body exploded in the next second up.

Forgive him for not being able to imagine that picture.

Because of thinking about things all night, is there a way to replenish sex as usual, and Bruce is a little bit out of energy until the next morning.

At around six o'clock, the lady from yesterday went out to attend a banquet at a neighbor's house. At around eight o'clock, Superman floated down from upstairs with his eyes squinted, yawning and washing in the kitchen.

Bruce crouched to one side, watching as he heat-rayed a double-yolked egg into a heart shape, placed it on the table like a treasure, and floated back to toast.

He found that the alien's life was not as detached from the world as he had imagined - he lived in a modest house, ate cheap food, and did the most ordinary things like an ordinary working-class American. However, I tried my best to provide my family with some unexpected surprises in my ordinary life.

Unknowingly, the hostility and guard in Bruce's heart calmed down a little.

While eating, Bruce made another big discovery—Superman actually had a job in Metropolis, at the Daily Planet.

He dragged out from his memory a scene that was already a little far away - Lex Luthor's banquet.

The sharp-tongued reporter from the Daily Planet seems to be named Clark, Clark Kent.

The two seemed to have something to do, and they left in a hurry after eating. The farm that lost its owner became an excellent place for Bruce to collect evidence.

It may be that there are no outsiders in the house, and no one has developed the habit of locking the doors casually. Bruce easily opened the doors one by one and sneaked in.

The Superman of this world is indeed called Clark Kent, and he also saw the signature "Martha Kent" on a gas payment slip.

His eyes stopped on the signature list for a while, and then he searched elsewhere, and finally found a stack of newspapers in Ms. Martha's bedside cabinet.

It can be seen that the lady is very concerned about these newspapers, and the wrinkles of each paper have been carefully smoothed out.

Bruce gritted his teeth and dragged the newspapers out of the cabinet and placed them on the floor. Most of the newspapers had Clark Kent's name in the column of special correspondents in more or less space, and a few of them were Superman's photo takes up most of the space.

The young hero made a gesture of soaring into the sky, with a sunny and warm smile on his face.

Bruce stared at the face in the newspaper for a long time, and had to admit that this guy did have a very flattering appearance. If the superman in his world also looked like this, he felt that the alien's reputation should be even better. Better, at least I'm afraid that his people will be less than now.

There is not much information about Superman in the newspapers, but it can already be seen that this young man is a very great hero.

Bruce quickly memorized the content of the newspaper while putting it down, which was different from what happened in his world. At least from the time point of view, there was no congressional arson here.

And... Bruce's paw landed on a piece of newspaper.

He clearly remembered the day in the newspaper—the day Zod appeared.

There were no reports of heavy casualties, no broken metropolis, and large-scale reports occupied almost all the pages of the newspapers.

"Heroes assemble!"

The writers of the newspaper used impassioned words to praise the heroes who protected the earth from the alien invasion, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern... Familiar or unfamiliar names took up a lot of space, and Bruce wrote one after another. Zhang looked over, wrote down the information carefully, and found a photo that looked like a candid photo in the middle of the newspaper.

Superman pressed Zod in a coma, a female warrior tied Fiora with a golden rope, and a man called Green Lantern turned into a protective shield to withstand the collapsed building. A little red People quickly carried away the child who entered the dangerous range.

He stared at the picture accompanying the article for a long time, and found a corner of a cloak that looked familiar from the shadow of an alley full of debris.

A slight bitterness rose in Bruce's heart.

So... can things still be like this?

He subconsciously began to wonder if things would have been different if he hadn't evaded at first, but had stuck to Batman's path.

Can he also get involved and slightly change the tragic ending?

Before he could recover, a pair of hands suddenly picked him up from behind.

"Oh my God, look what you've done, little rascal."

Ms. Martha held him in her arms and carefully put away the newspapers on the ground, "Don't tear these up. If you want to play with paper balls, mom can make you some paper toys."

"Meow~" In order to get more information, Bruce endured the weirdness and pretended to be a kitten, prolonging his soft tone, gesticulating with his little paw to the newspaper just now.

"Does the little one like this newspaper too?" Martha laughed, bent over to pick up the newspaper, her eyes showed relief, happiness and sadness, "I like this newspaper the most, I am very happy Clark Meeting them was probably the best reward God could give him."

Bruce didn't move, just listened quietly.

From Martha's simple words and words, he pieced together another image of Superman, based on loneliness, with lingering sadness, but working hard to shine.

Martha didn't know what the kitten in her arms was thinking. She put the newspaper in the top cabinet, locked it from the outside, and carried Bruce back to the living room.

Bruce slumped for a moment, but soon picked himself up again.

He realized that this might be an opportunity. Through this extraordinary experience, he could get in touch with some things that he couldn't usually touch, which might help him deal with troubles in another world in the future.

No one is ever wary of a kitten, not even Batman.

It took Bruce two days to search every house, and then he began to restlessly try to contact the outside world.

In fact, escaping from this house is just a trivial matter for Bruce, even if he becomes a cat, but the alien who always uses his superpowers in some strange places makes the simple task easier. Suddenly pulled to the perverted difficulty.

He really didn't know why the superman here was so idle, and even used superpowers to run home from thousands of miles to catch cats? !

"Why on earth do you want to leave so much?" Superman squatted in front of him, and tapped Bruce's head with his finger.

Bruce patted away impatiently.

Superman sighed and walked into the kitchen.

Bruce opened his eyes and looked at his back, and jumped to the window, but before he could do anything, he heard a rustling sound.

The door clicked open, but there was no one outside, and Bruce vaguely saw a handful of white dangling in the air.

"Meow!" Bruce lowered his body reflexively, and grunted warningly from his throat.

With a "whoosh", a white shadow rushed up, and Bruce was thrown to the ground before he could react, licking the saliva all over his face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

A panicked voice suddenly reached his ears, and Bruce, who was almost mad by being licked, returned his paws fiercely, and fled quickly, before staring fiercely at the white figure.

It was a white Labrador that rushed in, and it was a giant compared to his current body.

But he looked a little strange, his body bent extremely sharply, and he looked like he was about to pounce, but then he stopped abruptly, and his front paws kept retreating, as if trying to stay away desperately.

Bruce stared vigilantly for a while, and saw the other party back away slowly and with difficulty, and slowly crouched on the ground.

Then, he heard a very real, human exhalation.

"Fuck! It's over!"

Bruce's heart moved. He couldn't understand the cat language of Alfred the cat, but he could understand the dog for no reason.

Most importantly, the voice sounded familiar.

He suddenly thought of an incident not long ago.

The time was probably not long after the Luthor banquet ended, and Batman was active again at night in Gotham. A small reporter once broke into a case he was investigating. Drenched in a strange powder.

Afterwards, Bruce investigated the thing, but only found out that it was a kind of witchcraft raw material smuggled in from Egypt, which was believed to bring people good luck. Track it down.

Could that be the cause of everything?