I really don't care

"Find traces of Superman." Alfred, who was guarding the Batcave, informed Batman of the news.

Batman and Red Robin went out to capture Poison Ivy in the afternoon, and after Poison Ivy was finally captured by Superman, they went back, rested for a while and waited for the time of night watch or other emergencies.

But obviously, something unexpected happened.

Because Alfred then said, "My lord, Superman is giving us a message on the monitor."

Bruce Wayne tidied up his equipment, "What did he say?"

"If Master Moore still doesn't show up after half an hour, then they may need help." Alfred's appearance was as elegant as ever, but his voice was a lot more serious.

"Tim, let's go out now—" Before the 'go' finished, Bruce's words were interrupted by Damian.

Damian didn't know when he stayed there, it seemed that he had been there for a while, "Isn't the current Robin me?"

Under the Batman mask, Bruce Wayne stared at Damian for several seconds, which seemed to be infinitely elongated, then he pursed his lips and nodded, "Let's go."

Half an hour?

It is absolutely impossible for Batman to wait for half an hour honestly.

In case Lex Luthor has any other trump cards in his hands...

Humph.

Batman walked out of the Batcave with his head held high.

Damian behind him was stopped by Tim, "Demon bastard! You must beat that bald man hard!"

Damian sneered and narrowed his eyes behind the domino mask, "Wait, Drake, I will definitely make him regret it."

The Batman in front heard this, and didn't turn around to say anything, but just made a decision in his heart.

Gotham is not a perfect place, since we are here, why don't we get the worst beating before we leave?

After all, being a "villain" also did a lot of bad things:)

*

Clark Kent had no strength, and what he said at this time would definitely reveal his weakness.Even if he didn't speak, he could already see that he was weak.

So he didn't interrupt, just listened quietly.

Until now, when he heard Lex Luthor's excessive words, he couldn't help but blame himself-blame himself for giving Lex Luthor a bigger and more severe punishment, instead of just shaving his head.

After all, without hair, Lex Luthor's face is not damaged, he can still use his face to seduce others, and he will still use his own brain to do more things that are unacceptable to others.

At least Clark, as Superman, doesn't want many more half-Kryptonians.

Connor alone is enough, otherwise the number will increase, and sooner or later it will become a Kryptonian army, and they will be guarded by all the earthlings.

And Clark lives here, he likes it here, it is impossible to let such a thing happen under his nose.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Moore, calm down."

But he also knew that his words might not be effective, after all, what he said to the mad scientist Lex Luthor was too irritating.

Fortunately, this is Gotham, and there is no RoboCop, otherwise they would have overturned even more.

*

The scene is on fire.

Moore lowered his body slightly, his eyes were full of vigilance, and the strength in his hands remained undiminished, and he was still supporting Superman, but his expression did not tell Lex Luthor that way.

Lex blinked, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"What are you thinking about?" Grinding his teeth, Moore answered Lex Luthor's words with gritted teeth.

Lex "Hmm..." said, "Of course, do you want to help me kill Batman?"

Moore just hehe, why hasn't this bald Lex given up on this stupid idea?

The corners of his mouth were raised, and a mocking look immediately appeared in his eyes. He was about to speak when Lex Luthor snapped him back.

Lex said again: "You can think clearly, with kryptonite, Superman can't move, and you... are controlled by this child in my hand." He tilted his head and smiled softly, looking like It is more innocent than the smile on the face of the baby he held in his hand, "What can trap me?"

"As long as you promise me, I will let you go."

Moore: Do it!Dream!

He helped Superman aside, lowered his head so that the expression on his face could not be seen, "..."

Then Moore seemed to want to roll up his sleeves.

In Clark's eyes, it is precisely because he himself has no power to parry against green kryptonite that the situation has reached this point.

However, before he came in, he expected the existence of green kryptonite, and now he came in without any regrets, but felt that it would be unkind to put the burden on Moore.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he raised his arm and pressed Moore's shoulder, "Sorry."

I thought that the young man might be a little depressed or full of suppressed anger, but unexpectedly, the young man raised his head with doubts in his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

His eyes were smiling, but it seemed that he couldn't see anything inside. Of course, the owner of the eyes didn't seem to intend to let others see.

Moore's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were also curved, showing no sign of reluctance.

Moore smiled: "What are you talking about?"

Clark: "..." Repeated!You child repeat it again!

Moore is absolutely pissed off!Clark realized this, but he couldn't help, so he could only sigh slightly, "Be careful."

Is this too angry... Clark looked down at his limp limbs, and suddenly his thoughts diverged to Batman: I don't know if B sees him like this, will he say that his actions are not brains.

Thinking of Batman's pitch-black clothes, that very serious-looking mask and the small half of his face, Superman sighed deeply again this time.

*

The opponent is ready, and Moore has always been cautious and bold, and there are no less than a dozen weapons on his body, but Lex Luthor doesn't know it.

After all, the leader's absurd behavior is revealed in the few materials in Gotham.

For example, which gangster was annexed, which partner was deceived, and which boy did the leader find?

Such rumors emerged endlessly, and Lex Luthor had long been tired of reading them.

Relying on his intelligence network, he can only draw one conclusion: Moore has a hook and claw wooden warehouse on his body, as well as gel bombs that have pitted the clown, as well as ropes, listeners, and monitors.

And other things, Moore didn't show it.

So it's normal to be underestimated.

Moore is a normal person, no matter how good-tempered he is, there will be things that can make him angry, and if the other party repeatedly jumps at his anger point, even Peter and Jason can't do anything.

The young man raised his head, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, and his voice seemed to have softened, without any trace of anger, "What did you just say?"

"I didn't catch it, can you say it again, please?"

Moore smiled and said in a soft voice with extremely strong irony, "Please, say, say, one more time."

Every time he made a sound, he paused a little, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

The back of the youth seems to be covered with lilies, but the background is black.

His attitude was too 'mild', and Lex Luthor didn't react, but Clark Kent couldn't help shivering.

Lex was facing Clark and Moore, so he could naturally see Superman's reaction, but he was stunned by Superman's shudder, and suddenly there was a feeling of 'ah, so he is also a very ordinary person' that kind of thinking.

But so what?Even if Superman is very ordinary and has the feelings that normal people would have, isn't this too boring?What does this have to do with Superman not being an Earthling but a Kryptonian?

Lex pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I said—do you want to cooperate with me to kill Batman and Superman?"

Moore seemed to be puzzled and generally made the motion of tilting his head that Lex Luthor made to disgust Moore and Superman before, "Your ultimate goal is to get green kryptonite from Batman and kill Superman, That Superman is right in front of your eyes, why don't you let me kill Batman instead?"

"Do I look so easy to deceive?" Moore smacked his lips, showing some dissatisfaction on his face.

Without waiting for Lex Luther to make any follow-up actions, Moore took out the wooden bin from the windbreaker, and almost without aiming, he accurately hit the hand that Lex Luther was holding on the baby's neck. wrist.

The bullet drilled into Lex Luthor's wrist, causing him to lean back, and a small amount of blood spewed out onto the baby's cheek.

The blood was gorgeous, and the flying appearance was too beautiful. The scene of being splashed with bright red blood on the face did not make the baby cry, but made him laugh out loud.

And all this happened too quickly, when the baby laughed out loud, Lex finally learned from the severe pain in his back that he was taken by a bullet to the wall behind him.

Moore's wooden barn method standard, his clean and neat movements obviously tell everyone who has watched him fight: he has undergone rigorous training, and he can cope with all difficulties and obstacles.

The sound of shells and shells falling to the ground was especially piercing in the environment that had finally become quiet again.

Moore touched the mouth of the wooden warehouse in satisfaction and felt the heat. He smiled flamboyantly this time, "How is it? Has my anger been conveyed to you through the same hot bullets? ?”

The smug smile on the young man's face was obviously very dazzling in Lex Luthor's eyes, but in Clark's eyes, it was something that made him very gratified.

The young man tidied up the wooden warehouse in his hand slowly, and loaded another bullet for it. After the bullet was fired, he pulled the safety catch and put it back inside the windbreaker.

From the outside, after all, nothing can be seen.

Moore smiled, walked over to hold Lex's hand to take out the wooden warehouse, closed the box and stuffed it into his windbreaker pocket.

He flashed a malicious smile at Lex Luthor.

*

When Batman and the others arrived, they saw the young man sitting on Lex Luthor, punching the bald man with one punch.

Batman: "..."

Damian whistled: "... well done."

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