Hero, you have crossed [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Turning to stare at his other Mr. Stark froze.His expression became a little strangely helpless, and it was obvious that he had fallen into unprecedented confusion.For a moment, the air in the car seemed to freeze into an insoluble dark paint. The two Starks looked at each other, as if they were trying to convince each other.

...the younger one obviously hoped to get an answer that would satisfy him.The answer to why he became like the other, why he became great.However, it is a pity that he is destined to fail to achieve his wish, after all, Iron Man was not made in a day.

This is a long and bumpy road that belongs to heroes and leads to light.This young talent who hasn't had much trouble is still hesitating whether to try to become 'that'.He still can't believe that he will one day reach his father's heights—or even exceed his father's heights.

Iron Man's mood is completely different from him.The hero feels the subtle irony and the magical, 'attraction of fate' at this time.He was astonished at his young self's obsession with him, but after thinking about it carefully, he took it for granted.Stark had selfishly and mischievously tried to give himself another choice, but as things stand now, it's only a cocoon.

But Iron Man has no regrets.Just thinking about it, his eyes were shining brightly at this moment.He looked at himself with a look of resentment and unwillingness - Stark knew full well that this was Tony's last struggle.

In the end, he still wants to be a hero and achieve something extraordinary.

Even knowing that the road ahead is bumpy, even if all hope is slim...

...how incorrigible, how 'human'...and that's him Tony Stark!

Iron Man first felt amused at his hopelessness.He did raise his lips.In the next second, his ribs hurt again, causing him to cough slightly.This caused the little Mr. Stark, who quickly turned his head and sulked at the sight of his expression, to feel slightly uneasy.But he still didn't try to care about each other.

It was without a doubt a not-so-pleasant (or rather, one-sidedly pleasant) conversation.Iron Man's determined attitude made it even more difficult for Tony to see his own heart clearly.

The only thing Tony was thankful for was that their driver never tried to lighten the mood for them.Of course, the Winter Soldier only concentrated on driving the car, and did not break the silence in the car again until he reached his destination.

"arrive."

At the same time, the iron man leaning on the back seat also said at the same time:

"You should think about it. I will never recommend you to be me, but I will never be as stupid as you say."

"Think about it, Tony."

That older self was always gentle.Gentle is neither like him nor Howard.

Tony didn't know how to describe it.

The other party is gentle like a hero.

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And pull the time forward a little bit, and return the stage to the blond youth who sneaked back to Gotham.

Lucas was only wearing a thin white shirt, and he frowned slightly and landed in an empty space.The Gotham night wind blew his blond hair, and it wasn't until now that he fully came to his senses, remembering how inexplicable and misleading his actions were.

This made Lucas slightly want to back off.But somehow, the young god-inspired half-breed recalled the touch of grabbing the god-killing gun that Bruce had 'gifted' him.

...that was a wonderful feeling.For a moment, he even felt that the gun was very hot - it was completely different from the feeling when he held the iron sword that stabbed his mother to death.

Like he wasn't grabbing a wounding weapon, but—

He couldn't tell what it was.

Lucas wandered the streets of Gotham wordlessly.The cold wind in the city of sin could not make him feel a little cold, on the contrary, a kind of inexplicable heat made Lucas want to leave like this several times.He got annoyed by it, and almost knocked over the few women who posted up who had stumbled.

He couldn't figure out what he was thinking.The ridiculous thing is that this kind of ignorance is not uncommon—in order to suppress his incurable instinct, Lucas has been living as muddled as possible.

For a long time, he felt that he was waiting to die, waiting for the day when he was finally swallowed by Darkseid and killed by Hernan.

... But for some reason, the heat at this moment did not make him feel the familiar helplessness and anger.There was an urgency to this emotion that he had never felt before—as if he desperately needed to prove something.

However, Lucas didn't know... what exactly did he want to prove to Bruce.

So he fled quickly.Lucas fled away from the street where he had wandered when he was a child.He even passed the deep dark alley.But the young man didn't stop, and he finally came to the front door of Wayne Mansion.

However, when he really stood in front of the mansion he had seen in countless works, Lucas stopped in his tracks as if he was feeling nostalgic.Mr. Falcone Jr. suddenly remembered who he was - he couldn't be a welcome guest in any way.

...Lucas has never been so hesitant and entangled in his life.Even he himself didn't understand what was going on.At this moment, it seemed that the part of Darkseid in his body had completely evaporated, and he turned into a dazed young man, who didn't even have the strength to ring the doorbell for a while.

——However, in the final analysis, he was still 'favoured' by some existence.

Just as Mr. Falcone was hesitating, a bright light suddenly shone on him from behind Lucas, and then the car horn was honked twice.Lucas looked back dumbly, and happened to meet Bruce Wayne who had just opened the car door.

Then little Mr. Wayne gave him what could be called a bright smile.The youth who was supposed to be Batman stood behind the light:

"Hello, Lucas."

"Isn't it cold in so little? Want to have a cup of hot cocoa together?"

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Lucas followed Bruce silently and obediently.The silent little Mr. Falcone is quite deceptive. If Alfred hadn't seen his skill in smoothing his muddy face, he might just think that his young master brought back a friend who ran away from home.

But this did not prevent the old butler from serving a cup of rather sweet hot cocoa to each other.Lucas took a couple of sips to save face, drank half a glass, and then finally spoke:

"...Sorry, I didn't contact you in advance and came to see you."

He was so weak that it was rare to see him, and he didn't dare to look into Bruce's eyes when he said this.This rather unusual behavior surprised Mr. Wayne Jr. a little.But Bruce was not in a hurry to refute that the other party was too polite. He was very keen whether he became Batman or not:

He was afraid that the closer the distance would scare away the prey.

... This is really amazing.After all, before Bruce thought that he was getting closer to a beautiful beast...but now the other party seems to have turned into a white deer that just needs help...

"Don't say that, didn't I go to you without contacting you in advance? This is just an even balance."

Bruce didn't quite hide the curiosity in his eyes.After all, Lucas' state is indeed very abnormal.And Lucas didn't pay much attention to this.After all, there are too many things that he needs to think about now.

... It wasn't until he was invited into Wayne's mansion that Mr. Falcone finally started to think - why did he come to find Bruce Wayne?What exactly is he trying to figure out? ?

...Lucas has had a cup of hot cocoa.But he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

——This is too mentally handicapped.

The blond youth felt strangely defeated.He actually knew that he was just escaping—but now Bruce was sitting opposite him, and the young man who had stopped his gloomy mood twice was right in front of him,

So he asked again:

"...I want to confirm with you again."

"I want to confirm with you again-you really want to change Gotham and save Gotham, right?"

The question was completely out of Bruce's mind.He opened his eyes a little surprised, and subconsciously wanted to ask if someone had said something to Lucas.

After all, his determination and awareness have never wavered, why-

But little Falcone continued talking on his own.

"Do you really believe this place can get better, Bruce? You know this land better than I do. Its crimes, its filth, run deep into the bones. I don't even know what's going on except you, except your family." Who expects it to get better, to go back to 'the way it was'."

Lucas' words were quite light.His brow was furrowed, looking troubled and bored.

"You want the world to notice this land, you want them to confront this abandoned city. It might make a difference, but are you really sure that the people here will change? Can it get better?"

"...I've never been able to understand you, and I've never understood Thomas Wayne. I really don't know how you guys keep going. It just seems hopeless to me—I've always felt, "

"You're always trying to save a city that's hopeless."

……How could there be only cities that are hopeless?