Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"...?" Bruce blinked, "You seem to have seen something strange."

He complained to Hal, "This is too rude, is this how Lord Justice entertains guests?"

"Are you a guest?" Carl showed a headache expression, he blocked the door and stared at Bruce.

"Won't you let me in?" Bruce poked his head out and looked at Carl sincerely, "I stood for a long time before, and now my legs are weak."

He didn't wait for Karl to agree, he squeezed past Karl familiarly, and at the strong request of Green Lantern, he took off the ceremonial uniform of the justice lord and put on his previous overalls again.

When Bruce stepped into the room, he suddenly felt the nerves in his brain giving him an alarm. He looked around, and there was nothing unusual. In Carl's private space, there were still those familiar Kryptonian technologies and a large, unpopular picture. bed.

But it just felt like something was wrong.

"Did you feel anything?" Bruce asked the Laughing Bat in his heart.

The Laughing Bat frowned, an uncomfortable sixth sense made him sharp, but no matter how he observed, he didn't find any clues.

"...I'll figure it out," the Laughing Bat finally replied to Bruce.

Carl walked in the door slowly, and the previous conversation with another Superman was pressed into a position that could not be ignored by him. He didn't want to talk about some irrelevant things, as if they hadn't broken their faces.

But Bruce was dressed like a rock in his boot, and every step he took he felt like, "What are you wearing?"

Bruce froze for a moment, he looked down at himself, it was just some old clothes, but Carl's tone made people feel that he was wearing the sexy costume of the Laughing Bat.

"...T-shirt?" he said hesitantly, "and pants?"

Carl was at a loss for words, of course he knew it was a bloody T-shirt!But aside from the first meeting, when had Bruce dressed so badly?No, he looks worse than when we first met him. At that time, the shirt on his body could still clearly see the well-made stitching, but now, he seems to have pulled out two tattered suits from a second-hand donation box On the body.

He thought of Batman again, the young master Wayne who was picky about everything in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. He had known Batman for a long time, and had spent time with Bruce, but the two of them maintained reasonable standards in terms of food and clothing. The helpless high standard of people—and now, the man who used to always wear the hand-made high-end suits smiled at himself as if nothing had happened.

Bruce suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean this." He tugged at the neckline, and the flimsy and cheap fabric was deformed by his movement, "The Wayne Group is bankrupt."

Carl patiently slowed down his breathing, "It's nothing." After speaking, he sat on the chair with his right leg resting on his left knee, "Let's get down to business."

The two of them presented a wonderful atmosphere, the ruler of the high planet sat arrogantly on a chair with a sense of technology, the cold light above his head hit them, and Bruce stood in front of Carl, the billionaire lost After his halo, he became downcast. When he looked at Karl, he no longer had that condescending feeling. In addition, this body itself was not very healthy, so it showed weakness for no reason.

"As you can see." Bruce lowered his head wearily, "I can't even guarantee my most basic standard of living. You must know that I am not Batman, bad food, lack of sleep, and a life of displacement..."

He raised his face, and the cold white light gave his thinner face an unreal color. Under this light, the black and blue under his eyes became more obvious, but it did not detract from his strength at all. handsome - just made him look more endearing.

"The bat suit suits you well." Carl interrupted Bruce, who said vaguely, "You did a good job as Batman before."

"It sounds like I'm working for you," Bruce corrected, "but it wasn't."

"Now?"

"I'm here to find you a job." Bruce replied.

Carl thought for a while, he didn't believe Bruce's words at all, and it caused him a little bit of trouble when Bruce replaced Batman in the lord's affairs before, but Carl decided to attribute these to the fact that he was always Bruce Wayne.

Lord Superman knows how smart Bruce Wayne is, whether he chooses to be Batman or not, he has always disagreed with Batman on this point, once Diana asked them to take a mantra lasso and say who they are— — "Batman."

That was the black knight's answer, but Carl always believed that Batman wasn't a symbol, a uniform, a sign of fear, as he said.

For Carl, Batman exists because of the person behind him, and that person can only be Bruce Wayne. Thinking of this, Carl was startled—is the person in front of him really as weak as he thought?The other Superman's narration was vague, but he also pieced together some truths from scattered words.

Another self wants to find Batman.

Carl also thought in the past that "Batman" was someone else in Bruce's world, but now he's not sure.

He doesn't think that another self will have contact with pure Bruce Wayne. By analogy, if Batman does not have the identity of a superhero, then whether as Superman or as Clark, he has no chance to contact this billionaire.

In a short moment, Carl thought a lot.

"You can stay in this room." He replied, "You can use everything in this room, other than that, you don't have any permissions."

Bruce had a disappointed look on his face, and although he expected it, he thought that Superman had become arrogant when he became a dictator, but it turned out that he had just become more cautious.

"You don't have to be so wary of me." Bruce smiled at Carl friendly.

But Karl didn't reply him, just looked at him deeply, turned and left, and as Karl's footsteps faded away, Bruce heard the sound of fine gears sliding, and he was locked in this room.

"I feel like he might know something." Bruce walked to the bed, lifted the sheet to wrap himself, and said in silence for a moment.

"It's impossible." The Laughing Bat appeared, and he looked at Bruce with distaste, "Ask the robot to bring a set of clothes that can be worn."

Even the Laughing Bat, he had to admit that Bruce looked terrible wrapped in sheets - in another sense, this made him firm in the idea of ​​having to wear a uniform in the future.

He didn't want to look like a...unspeakable.

"I'm talking about Superman." Bruce noticed that the Laughing Bat was distracted, so he reminded him patiently.

"Impossible." The Laughing Bat said coldly, and he used a firm tone, "Of course Superman is not an idiot, and he certainly won't trust your nonsense."

"But he can't possibly discover the truth."

"How to say?"

"After Batman spied Earth-22, I blocked this world." Even though he said this, the expression of the Laughing Bat was a little disturbed, "No one can see other worlds."

"Even Lord Superman." The Laughing Bat seemed to be convincing himself, but a shadow was cast in his heart.

The Laughing Bat knew that his sixth sense was right, something must have happened.

Carl was about to go back to the room after finishing his day's affairs. His hand just touched the door, but he paused. He received the news suddenly today. Batman had never shown up during this period, whether it was the Rebels Still the Lord of Justice, no one has seen him, Carl spent almost all of his day on Batman's movements, but he gained nothing.

He stopped the AI ​​who wanted to open the door for him, stood still at the door, and observed the scene at the door with X vision, only to find Bruce lying on the bed, trying to dismantle his robot, but he did not touch it The core part of the robot, just take the shell off and put on that poor little robot.

Carl opened the door and walked in.

When Bruce saw Carl, his eyes lit up, he reached out and pushed the little robot to the ground, sat up from the messy bed, "You're back."

"It's so boring." Bruce chattered, "Look at your place, there are no books, no computers, I wanted to walk around but I found that there is no window." He showed a frustrated expression, "You already have this The world is over, why can't you make yourself feel better?"

"I don't want to own this world." Carl picked up the messy quilt from behind Bruce, pulled out the sheets from under Bruce, and started tidying up in the way Martha taught him, "I just want to make this world what it should be." become."

"Okay." Bruce nodded, "I saw some interesting things today."

Carl's hand motions froze for a moment, and he continued to tidy up with his usual expression, "What?"

"Log." Bruce replied curtly.

"Don't you ask me what I saw?" Bruce didn't get any response, so he looked at Carl curiously.

"It's not necessary." Carl calmly put the folded quilt back on the bed, "It's just some insignificant things."

After tidying up the bed like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Carl stopped his movements. He raised his head, his blue eyes were like the hardest ice in the North Pole, but there were countless undercurrents hidden underneath, "I'm curious, what do you think? Someone who understands Kryptonian characters."

"Batman taught you?" Carl asked playfully, emphasizing the word Batman.