Bat family's cub is lost

Of course, Clark and Bruce wouldn't really beat up the person who came up with the idea, but they did need to talk to him.

"Maybe that's what he wants," Bruce said as the Batmobile sped down the highway, his eyes locked on the road ahead, noticing the alternating shadows of passing lights on his armor.

Clark put his hands carefully on his lap, sitting like a schoolboy.Sitting in the Batmobile was a bit stressful for him, and he had to keep an eye on himself in case he accidentally broke something. "What? Oh, you said that mysterious young man, so why did he do this?" Superman, who had put all his energy on controlling himself, was a little slow in his response.

"Let us find Constantine, or let us meet him alone."

"So which one?"

"Maybe both."

"Mr. Constantine, long time no see." Constantine, who had just sent Clark and Bruce away, returned to the house and found that there was another guest in the house, and the spirit of the mysterious house did not stop him from entering.Standing in the corner, Ling shook his head at Constantine, then looked at the uninvited guest, as if he was vigilant and respectful.

Constantine sat down on the sofa opposite him, his eyes fell from his boots to the black cloak on his body and the brass epaulets on his shoulders, and finally fell to his face. "A consciousness, wow, this is a rare conversation experience, I guess you should learn to knock on the door."

"You know me."

"Of course, I will also hear about a guy who pops up suddenly and is so famous in the dark world that he can even hear it from Lucifer." Constantine shrugged, "Then what's the point?"

Palmer, the uninvited guest, said calmly: "I've heard a lot about you too. Although the prefix may be that bastard, this can't conceal your excellence in this line of work." He crossed one leg on the other and folded his hands The triangle clasped on his knees, "A mutually beneficial deal, I'm sure you'll like this."

"Hahahaha," Constantine laughed, but Palmer's expression made him stop smiling, "Wait, are you serious? Find a bastard to make a deal, maybe I'll sell your news to someone else."

"Up to you," Palmer added. "I'm looking for a guy who can throw some conscience away for the sake of the big picture, enough to be a jerk, but also guilty enough."

"Are you talking about me?"

Palmer smiled, "I can bring back the innocent souls who died because of you, I can end the current status quo of the invasion of darkness, and I can also give you a chance to be a person who is not such a jerk."

"Are you kidding?" Constantine took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Even if what you said is true, the price must be beyond my imagination. I won't pay anything in advance for the reward that I don't get."

"One thing you can do, what you are best at," Palmer said with a purple gemstone engraved with a six-pointed star and some magical symbols, "if those members of the Justice League still insist on saving the people who are attacked by darkness People, I hope you will grant their request and help them."

The gemstone slowly floated into Constantine's hands, and he turned it over and over to look at it, "Excuse me, I really can't see the use of this thing, what's the use of it?"

"It's a gadget for damage transfer. You're in charge of using the magic, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Maybe I'll use it for something else," Constantine put down his cigarette again, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "to counteract the side effects of magic, which is something that makes everyone jealous. And the side effects will never Disappearing out of thin air, it must have a replacement, maybe yourself?"

"It's really okay to leave it to me so reassuringly?"

Palmer looked at him calmly, "If you are also interested in this thing, then it will be one of your rewards."

The purple gem was bounced and twirled, showing a charming luster against the firelight.Constantine held it in his hand and said with a smile: "Then the deal is concluded, such an almost costless transaction is really hard to miss."

"What's your limit? I don't want to cause no one to pay follow-up rewards beyond the limit?" Constantine's words came abruptly, and the moment his gaze was diverted by the gemstone, the consciousness body on the opposite side had disappeared. . "Okay," he shrugged, "another weird guy who is elusive. So what is his purpose? Gathering dark power? It can't really be self-sacrificing."

After Palmer disappeared, the spirit of the mysterious house was finally able to walk behind Constantine from the corner, "His information is not allowed to be told, something obscures the taste of his soul. I can only feel that he and I Much like his soul is no longer his own."

"Sounds like a tragic figure, aha," Constantine said, pouring himself a glass of wine, before sinking back into the sofa.Without the nerve-wracking guests, exhaustion surged up.He knew that something had changed, and just peeking into a corner of it would send chills down the spine, so he tried to avoid it, trying to find a way to deal with it, until just now, someone sent what he wanted to him.

He muttered, "Ha, it's really hard to refuse."

The Batmobile followed the positioning information and stopped in front of the Justice League's new base. Bruce and Clark exchanged glances and pushed the door open.

There were no traps or messes, and the way they walked to the conference room was too smooth.Clark glanced at Bruce standing by the door, nodded and pressed his palm prints, and the door opened silently after the scan was successful.

The conference room was pitch black, with only a dimly adjusted light falling on the computer area.The green programs on multiple screens are constantly flashing and changing, and complex models and data graphs are listed on different screens and are constantly running and changing as the programs change.

On the chair in front of the computer, the mysterious young man he had seen during the day fell asleep on it.He was wrapped in a fluffy blanket printed with cartoon characters, and his immature face without a cloak was a little pale in the light of the screen.

This made Clark hold his breath, and he watched Bruce walk over him to the man lying on the chair.

what will he doTo wake him up or?

Now we have the answer.

Bruce stopped by the chair, paused, then stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the young man on the chair under Clark's somewhat surprised gaze.Even Bruce himself was surprised by his actions, he looked at his hands thoughtfully.

This movement was enough to wake Palmer up. The act of separating the conscious body made his head twitch and hurt, so that when he opened his eyes, he saw the large black lacquer standing beside him, and subconsciously wanted to call out that " Words starting with P".Fortunately, the rational return to the basket was the first step to wear down the scale in his throat.

"It's you?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up, the blanket slid down to his lap with his movements, "What's the matter?"

Bruce steps back, looking at the screens that are still running something, "What are you doing?"

"Modeling, statistics and monitoring. Even if all the heroes are dispatched, compared to the huge general population, the effect is still negligible. What's more, there are some heroes who are not suitable for dispatching and have encountered too much darkness."

Palmer tapped the page and switched the global modeling model from the main screen, "So I plan to build a system that can monitor the reactions of dark forces everywhere, so as to control the situation faster. Although there are suspicions of monitoring all mankind, but This is also helpless."

"But I guarantee that no one can do anything through this program, because the kernel needs to link some gadgets I have buried all over the world, so, you understand." He smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"About rescuing people corrupted by darkness," Clark stepped forward, "you didn't tell us that we needed to use that almost—"

"One life for one life, right? Actually, it's not that exaggerated." Palmer shrugged and said briskly, "At the price of driving one good guy crazy, maybe five or six corrupted guys can be saved," he pointed at Batman , "If it is a guy with a tenacious mind like him, then it is possible to survive ten or twenty."

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to tell you, didn't I? It's because of your questioning that I will tell you frankly."

But obviously, both Bruce and Clark were skeptical of his words.

"Well, there is actually a solution." Palmer put two fingers on the corner of his mouth and smiled at the two of them, "Life is hard, if you don't smile, I think I can show you what it means to cry .”

"Let me think about it," he raised his hand and drew a circle in the void, the time-space door opened, and a book fell into his arms.He flipped through the book "squeaky", "It's not this one," he said and threw it aside, and another space-time gate appeared and swallowed the book he threw out.

After repeating this several times, Palmer finally patted his head with the tome in his arms, "There is a way," he looked at the two of them, "Go and find Constantine again, but this time we have to change the question." How to, ask him if there is a way to temporarily seal the darkness in something else, or ask him if there is a way to transfer the erosion."

"Transfer to some herbivores," he added when Clark was about to say something, and then raised his eyebrows, "I hope you won't tell me that you also want to save a lot of rabbits, that would be too embarrassing."

Bruce asked suddenly, "Why are you here?"

"Because I can't find a better computer that can support the operation of the system elsewhere?" Palmer squinted and smiled like a fluffy kitten, especially in the dim light that added a hazy halo to him , looks like an extra layer of shimmering fluff.

Undoubtedly, a lie.Bruce thought.

Clark broke the sudden silence, "Thank you for your help anyway, I—"

"Let's save the words of thanks for when it's all over,"

Palmer clapped his hands, the only light went out, and the brightness of the screen was adjusted to the lowest level, "It's bedtime now, I need to get enough energy to deal with the next tough battle."

"Okay, then I wish you a sweet dream."

"Thanks."

Clark walked out of the conference room first, when he heard Bruce's footsteps suddenly stop.A short conversation came from behind:

"Palmer?" came Bruce's voice.

"Can I conclude that this is your real name?" Still Bruce.

"Did Jason tell you?" came the voice belonging to the mysterious young man who seemed to be called Palmer, "Maybe I was deceiving him?"

After a period of silence.

"If you think it is, so be it."

Footsteps sounded again, "Clark?" Bruce's voice arrived with his footsteps.

"What are we doing now?" Clark adjusted his expression.

"Go to Constantine, again."

The author has something to say: My friend said that she couldn't understand my foreshadowing.No, that's not called foreshadowing, it's all explicit, okay? ! ! ! !

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I think I'm just about to give the answer clearly.