Bat family's cub is lost

The body of the injustice superman was placed in the life order device set up in the red sun room. Batman's consistent consideration is to prevent Palmer's measures from being destroyed by others one day or lose its effect because he leaves this world.

As for the rest of the Injustice, they'll all be judged by the masses to get their due after the initial restoration work is complete.

"By the way, this is for you," Palmer greeted the unjust Batman who came out with Superman from the place where the unjust Superman's body was stored, and stuffed the round card in his hand, "I will open the gate of hell." The imprint of the door makes this, you can think of it as a passport. If you want to see that Superman or see other dead relatives and friends, as long as they have not been reincarnated, you can go to hell to see them."

"Although hell is huge, there are billions of dead souls, but thoughts will guide you to find them."

"By the way," Palmer blinked and added with a smile, "you'd better find someone to go with you, such as Constantine or Billy, someone familiar with the magic side will make your journey smoother .”

The unrighteous Batman obviously thought of something, he clenched the object in his hand, pursed his lips, and when he was about to say thank you, Palmer stopped him. "It seems that your conversation went well. Batman's words are indeed more effective than mine," Palmer looked at Superman with a slightly teasing look, "But I still have something to give you."

He looked at the Unrighteous Batman, "I will take him away first, and I promise to return him before they are ready to go back." Then he smiled and tugged a little hesitantly, looking at the Unrighteous Bat with his nod before finally Superman who followed walked into the opened space door.

The exit is a dimly lit small room, which is probably a storage room for storing sundries in the base.Inside, Palmer glued a few small instruments to the wall, turned them on, and clapped his hands in satisfaction after seeing their green lights flashing, "Don't be surprised, after all, some facts are not suitable for others to know."

"Here's the thing," Palmer said quite bluntly, just when Superman thought he was up to something to hide his words, "Your clown is here with me, do you want him back in your world? ?”

"What?" Superman frowned, "What do you mean?"

Palmer sighed and found a cardboard box to sit down, "Literally. The Joker is an unsettling factor to you, to Batman, and to your world. I can hand him over to your Batman." , you can also tell him that the clown is dead and was killed by the unjust Superman, it depends on your choice."

"My choice?" Superman was a little surprised.

"Yes. Aren't you worried about what to do if the same thing happens to you?" Palmer had a constant smile on his face, "The law cannot punish clowns, but people who have the ability to sanction cannot represent the law. If the Joker just disappeared, both you and Batman should be able to sleep well."

Although his tone and expression make people feel the urge to punch him in the face, Superman has to admit that he may be right.Think of the Arkham Asylum in Gotham, think of Bruce's years of scars, and here's his own, crazy.

But, "No," he still shook his head, "thank you for your kindness, but forget it. I know there are many problems in our world, but it will change slowly, after all, we all already know that the problems are Where." Superman smiled, "Maybe one day the clown will stand in court, in front of everyone, and pay for what he did. I believe, there will always be that day."

"I hope so," Palmer laughed, and the genuine smile suddenly broke the previous tense atmosphere, "If you choose to keep the clown, I probably have to think about how to explain the disappearance of Superman to Batman." There is a problem." Palmer's eyes were sharp for a moment, and after Superman froze his smile, he quickly put on a smile again, "Just kidding, don't be so nervous."

He waved his hand, and a space door appeared beside him, "You can go back, don't worry about the clown, just keep him locked up to prevent him from getting anything out. For example, if you see two Batmen and get too excited, then put Gotham exploded."

"So what did you do?" When the machine stopped working and the halo completely disappeared, the unrighteous bat asked Palmer who was standing beside him.

"See it?"

"Clown, you're too honest." The clown who is doing all kinds of tricks must be a fake clown.

"Hahahaha, maybe he's tired from jumping around." Palmer replied solemnly, and then he received Batman's gaze, "I confess, it's just an insurance for him, so that he can't do anything wrong again." thought."

He reached into the space door and touched it, and found a translucent sheet at most the size of half a thumbnail, "The combination of magic and technology will impose punishment according to the maliciousness of his thoughts. Before he wants to destroy the world , he will be blown up first with a crooked nose and a slanted mouth. It is non-disposable and can be automatically restored even after the explosion.

"Welcome to try it out. If it works, I can make you a box or two to stock up while I'm here." Palmer said with a hippie smile, and handed the things to Batman.

"When are you going to leave?"

"After I help you rebuild the city system, restore the operation of the watchtower, and finish monitoring and arresting the criminals who took the opportunity to make trouble." Palmer snapped his fingers, "help you upgrade your armor, and prevent some messy people from attacking you." What kind of assassination are you doing, I will accompany you to hell before you find a suitable candidate..."

He let out a little "Wow", "I'm still busy."

"But the root cause is probably because I don't like to leave half of the things there, which always makes me feel hairy. In addition, because of the problem of time flow, it's like my world has only passed one day in the past ten or twenty years. That kind of thing, you know, I probably don't have much chance of coming back, so I might as well spend more time here with you, the left-behind old man."

But in fact, despite all the things Palmer has listed for himself, he has only been in this world for three years.

During the three years, the President invited Batman to participate in political management several times, but Batman refused. "Let the people feel that they are managing themselves, not some superior superhero." From his original words, Palmer expressed his understanding.So he got himself a disguised identity and sneaked in, submitted several amendments to the new bill, watched the various provisions come into operation, and then left leisurely.

As a result, he was dragged to the training ground by Batman, who squeezed out time from his busy work, and accepted a day trip called special training, which was actually a unilateral beating.Someone with a guilty conscience didn't dare to use his abilities to hide, and he didn't dare to use any powerful weapons, so he could only be pressed and rubbed on the ground in close combat.

The results of the trials of the unrighteous Superman and the others have also been released one after another.Superman, who was the most guilty, was sentenced to lifelong rape because Palmer and Batman had already imposed corresponding measures, and the others were either deported or imprisoned.The Flash and Captain Fantastic were sentenced to commit crimes and meritorious deeds because of their defection and Batman's protection, and Batman was in charge of supervision.Overall, a good result.

In the past three years, Batman has also been to Hell several times. He met Alfred, and saw how he became the second generation of dead people in Hell to help the souls who died due to the nuclear bombing of Metropolis and the follow-up Superman to not be oppressed by demons. Dick, also saw Jason and Tim.They live in a small manor in hell, Oliver, Dinah and Louise are all regular visitors here.

Oliver found his little canary, which Palmer didn't know until he followed Bruce to Hell again.The hut where he met Oliver last time was just a supply station for him, a safe house.That's right, who would bring a guy of unknown origin home?

Whenever there are guests, Alfred will set up tables and chairs in the courtyard, and put fragrant black tea and cookies on the table.The guests and the hosts sat around the table together, eating delicious afternoon tea and chatting softly.And the children, Oliver's and Dinah's children and Louise's children, poor sweet little creatures whose souls were born after their mother's death.

Thanks to Dick's help, the two little ones are now looking healthy.Three or four years old is the naughty time for boys [although I think for children, any time can be naughty].They are always chasing and fighting in the courtyard, doing some harmless little pranks, adding excitement to the otherwise peaceful afternoon tea time.

This is what Bruce saw when he first came to this manor and hesitated in front of the door whether to ring the doorbell.

His old butler, dear Alfred, was the first to spot him, and given Jason's wide-eyed behavior, maybe he was just the first to react. "Welcome, Master Bruce," just as they had never parted, opening the door for him with a smile, and straightening his dusty coat.

"Don't come here too early, you're not dead, what are you doing to hell, old man." Jason always complained like this, frowning after Bruce came once, twice, three times.

"Don't be too anxious, Master Bruce, live your life well, and come here again," Afu always said when saying goodbye, "but the door of this manor is always open to you, I wish you a safe journey."

Having been to hell so many times, it's not that Bruce hasn't seen Clark who was banished to hell.At the beginning, he still seemed extremely uncomfortable with the incompetent status quo, irritable and irritable, but now he has become calm and depressed.What changed him, Bruce occasionally wondered, maybe it was Louise's indifference, maybe it was the victims of the Metropolis bombing that still hadn't undone the effects of nuclear radiation on the souls, maybe it was the people who died who were hearing about Superman's death. The accusations of his murdered loved ones against him.

So now he is always pretending to mix in with the soul to do some ordinary things, such as repelling those demons who have bad ideas, or severely punishing the guy who really went to hell for doing bad things and is also oppressing other souls after death. Beat up.Then leave silently before anyone else responds.

As for Palmer, on the grounds that he is not good at dealing with people's thanks, he is low-key like a tool man in Bruce's trip to hell.Except for the pick-up time, the rest of the time is messing with Lucifer here, making up stories, teasing demons and humans.

The author has something to say: As the title says, it is a warm and plain chapter, please don't complain about my shortness, thank you.

It's almost the end of the term, and I'm having a hard time preparing for the exam, even though we don't start school anymore, hahahaha.

Also, if you suddenly find that I'm almost done, then send a red envelope. 10 red envelopes, first come first served.