[Comprehensive British and American] Superhero Manual

Gotham is always noisy at night.Under the shroud of night, countless evils that have never been revealed during the day quietly reveal their heads in the night.

When Karl Fei looked down from a high place, he could see many details at a glance.

At this point he had been acting separately from Superman for a while.The darker the night, the stronger the crime.

In just these 10 minutes, Carl prevented no less than ten crimes.

Because of Kryptonian physique, Karl did not feel tired.But at this moment, he couldn't help but think of Bruce.

The other party guarded Gotham with a human body, and for this, he really paid too much.

Carl has never used X-sight on Bruce, but he doesn't need to look, he also knows that the opponent's body is covered with the scars that Gotham has given him over the years.

That's when he was a testament to being a knight in Gotham's dark night.

Karl sighed softly, feeling involuntarily heavy.

He quickly suppressed these emotions, because another crime occurred not far from here.

Carl rushed over quickly and stopped the crime as before.

At this moment, a small bottle fell out from those people pushing and shoving.Carl's pupils shrank, and a sudden sense of crisis erupted.

Before he could leave, he was surrounded by the gas overflowing from the vial.

As soon as this gas touches the skin, it brings a pungent and irritating feeling.When Karl flew upwards suddenly, his toes were only touched a little. , will have to fall down and fall into the encirclement of gas.

His whole body was weak, and his eyes were black for a while.

At this moment, Carl had no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation. The last part of his consciousness was the shallow and faint crescent moon above Gotham.

All this happened in a blink of an eye. Although Superman rushed here quickly after sensing it with super hearing, Karl was already in a coma at this time, and the gas had begun to spread slowly.The people nearby were all hit, and fell into a coma one by one.

Superman flew above the sky, looking at the situation below, he looked serious, and notified the two Batmen of this matter.

Not long after, the area was quickly isolated.

Before ascertaining the exact information of this gas, they did not dare to act rashly and rashly enter the area shrouded by it.

Superman armed himself fully, flew to the edge and tentatively took some samples back.

The two Batmen quickly brought back samples for study.Superman stayed in this area, paying attention to the situation here.

This night is destined not to be peaceful.

When the sky just broke dawn, Batman and Bruce, who had been busy all night, finally came to the result.

This is a new type of poisonous gas produced by the scarecrow. Somehow it has flowed into the gangster market. It can make people fall into the most realistic illusion.And everything in the environment is the realization of the deepest desire in the heart of the person involved.

Unless they can realize that everything around them is false and choose to wake up actively, otherwise, there is no way to wake them up.

The gas covering that area has been dissipated by the antidote produced, but many comatose people are still sleeping and have not woken up.

Carl is one of them.

Two days later, Wayne Manor.

Karl was lying on the big bed in his room, sleeping quietly.

The windows in the room were opened, letting in the warm yellow sunlight. , covering Carl gently.

With a click, the door swung open.Bruce walked in from the outside.

Superman has gone to Arkham to find the Scarecrow for answers about poison gas, while Batman is researching more specific antidotes in the laboratory.

In the past two days, Bruce, like Batman, didn't have a good night's sleep, and just wanted to research the antidote as soon as possible.

But today, the final result was finally made. Just now, Batman and Superman took the antidote to the place where the victims gathered.

Bruce took a copy and came to Karl.

He looked at Karl lying on the bed, feeling inexplicably complicated.

What is it like in your dream?

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"Fantasy"

A swift shadow flew across the blue sky, like a bird.However, everyone who saw this scene knew that it was Superman, the patron saint of the metropolis.

Carl flew all the way to his destination, Wayne Manor.

After they came back from that parallel world half a year ago, he and Bruce talked about their inner thoughts and began to communicate tacitly.

Not long ago, under the witness of the Wayne couple, they had officially become a couple, and friends they knew sent blessings one after another.

They had two separate weddings, as Superman and Batman, and Bruce Wayne and Kal-El.

After Carl had lunch with his father at home, he changed into his uniform and went out to inspect.In the afternoon, he temporarily finished his work and flew to Wayne Manor.

After entering Wayne Manor, Carl subconsciously walked towards a certain direction on the second floor.

The butler looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Master Carl, where are you going?"

"...No." Karl frowned, but couldn't remember the reason for what he did just now.

"I'm going to change clothes." He walked in the right direction this time and left here in a hurry.

After changing into his normal clothes, Carl met Mrs. Wayne.

Martha was walking towards Bruce's room with a plate of small cakes.When she saw Carl, she stopped and said with a gentle smile, "This is the cake I just baked, do you want to try it?"

She raised the tray in her hand as a signal, Carl pursed his lips and smiled, said "thank you" softly, then picked up one and put it in his mouth.

After tasting it, he was not stingy about his praise of Martha's cooking skills, and praised it well.

With a smile on Martha's face, she handed the tray to Carl and said, "I was going to deliver this to Bruce, but now that you're here, I'll leave it to you."

"I'll go see what I can do," she said.

Carl naturally nodded and said yes, he took the tray and watched Martha leave.

Then, he carried the steaming cake to Bruce's room.

After knocking on the door, a male voice came from inside: "Come in."

Carl opened the door and walked in. With a smile on his face, he said softly, "Martha asked me to bring you some small cakes, try it?"

Bruce is sitting at the table, Carl can only see his back.

He walked over, gently placed the tray on the table, and then his eyes fell on the person next to him.

"Bo..." Carl stopped his voice suddenly before he finished speaking.

He saw the expression on Bruce's face.

"Is that all you want?" Bruce asked with a cold expression as he glanced at Carl.

"What?" Carl realized something, and everything around him suddenly became unreal.

Bruce in front of him has stood up, and the table, chairs, and the surrounding room have disappeared, leaving only darkness.

In the darkness, only the existence of Carl and Bruce shone slightly, and the two stood opposite each other.

Carl recalled everything, and he realized that he was in the illusion brought by the gas, and everything around him was false.

When he thought of this, Bruce in front of Carl also began to gradually dissipate.

In the end, Bruce just looked at Carl, snorted slightly, and then dissipated into dots of light in front of the other party's eyes.

Carl stood alone in the dark and whispered a "thank you".

"Reality"

As if suddenly escaped from the encirclement of the water, Karl felt light all over, and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw Bruce next to the bed at a glance. The other party was holding a small cup. When he saw him wake up, his expression was obviously taken aback.

"Since you're awake, there's no need to waste this antidote." Bruce quickly recovered his expression, and put the small cup back on the table.

With a stern face, Bruce explained Carl's carelessness and mistakes this time. To the newly recovered patient, it seemed a little unreasonable?

But Carl just looks at Bruce with a soft smile in his eyes.

He said softly, "Thank you, Bruce."

The sound was very small, but Bruce still heard it, and looked away a little.

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In the future, if I have time, I may modify the following plot, Jiumi!