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

"I feel the pain," Bruce said.

"Me too," replied the Laughing Bat, "I feel pain all the time."

"You never told me." Bruce squeezed his fingertips, "Is that how you felt before?"

"I'm used to it." The Laughing Bat didn't answer Bruce's second question. He took a step, walked to Carl's side, and looked up at him.

Bruce stood up, he found many traces left by Batman in the Batplane, he suddenly thought of something, a smile appeared on his face, then he stood up and touched the bottom of the plane seat.

"Robin Dart." Bruce took the dart out from under the seat, and the Laughing Bat took a look, "Dick used to be like a squirrel, he had to stock up on it wherever he went, and the things hidden on this plane are pretty good." normal."

Bruce pinched the tail of the bird-shaped dart, put it in front of his eyes and looked carefully, "No, this is Jason's."

A hand came out, and Carl took the dart from Bruce.

Bruce looked at him confused.

"As I said," Carl warned, "don't move anything." Batman's birds used to have a good relationship with him, but after they broke up, the Robins also stood silently. Over to Batman's side - without hesitation.

Carl squeezed the exquisitely crafted Robin dart into a ball of metal with a little force.

Bruce sat on the chair, and he felt more suffocated. This strong suffocation was like being in the deep sea, and his whole body was tightly entangled, unable to move.

He took a sharp breath.

"It's almost there." Carl changed his sitting position, which made him look more elegant, "I'm looking forward to your performance."

Bruce leaned in front of the glass and looked, the plane was flying very high, and he was surrounded by dark, dark clouds, which blocked his vision, "downward."

The Batplane recognized Bruce's voice and began to descend slowly. Bruce became more and more irritable. He was fed up with being in the same space as Superman, so he stood up abruptly.

"what are you going to do?"

Bruce doesn't answer, he walks over to the console and slams his fist on a red button—

The door suddenly opened——

Bruce didn't even look at Carl, following the difference in air pressure inside and outside, he jumped forward without looking back.

In the rapid weightlessness, some subtle memory fragments flashed past his eyes, and the Laughing Bat stretched out his arms to hug Bruce, "We are about to fall."

"Am I going to die?"

"No, but it will hurt."

"Never mind," Bruce said, adding mentally, "That would make me feel alive."

Bruce tried to read his thoughts from the face of the Laughing Bat, he suddenly couldn't feel any emotion from the Laughing Bat, he was like a stone, no, the stone has temperature, but the Laughing Bat does not.

Bruce saw dense figures, he had already reached the middle of the battlefield, but he fell so fast that in the blink of an eye, the hard ground seemed within reach.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to hit every cell of his body.

Nothing happened.

Bruce could feel that he had ended the weightlessness in an instant, and a huge force was embracing him. It was not a soft embrace, but it was gentle enough.

He smelled the smell of sea water.

Bruce opened his eyes, and he saw a small patch of honey-colored skin.

"Bruce." He heard the person holding him speak, and Bruce raised his head slowly, showing a faint smile at the person.

"Diana."

In the center of the khaki-coloured, blood-clotting battlefield, Diana carefully put Bruce down, and she lowered her head slightly, "What happened?"

Carl landed, keeping his white boots a certain distance from the dirty ground. "He jumped out of the plane."

A trace of anger appeared on Diana's face, "What were you doing then!"

Carl had a half-smile, "I'm observing."

"You—" Diana gasped, "what if I'm not here?"

"This is what I want to see." Carl also pointed out.

This is a very wonderful composition. The battlefield is shrouded in dust and poisonous smoke, and the dark clouds weigh heavily on this land of death. The flags are divided into different colors, and the three of them have exactly the same good looks, but have different temperaments. Carl has lost the slightest popularity. He is floating in the air, like a god who judges all living beings. Diana clenched With a lasso of truth around his waist, Wonder Woman still carried the unique wildness of Paradise Island, and in the middle of them, Bruce was as pale as a marble statue. He frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Light." Bruce's attention was drawn to the Laughing Bat, his green eyes illuminated by the light—

It was indeed a ray of light, it shot out from the impenetrable clouds, the tiny fine dust was illuminated by the beam of light, and gently spun and floated, the Laughing Bat stretched out his hand, letting the ray of light fall on his bloodless hand superior.

Bruce's foot moved slightly, trying to get closer to the light.

The beam of light disappeared.

The clouds were blown together by the wind, and the thin beam of light was suddenly cut off. The sunlight wanted to struggle out of the clouds unwillingly, but it could only do nothing to put a layer of gold on the black clouds.

The Laughing Bat still maintains the posture of reaching out his hand, this action makes him look a little pitiful and a little funny.

Carl is still arguing with Diana.

Everything sucks.

The Laughing Bat withdrew his hand and stood there lazily, waiting for Bruce to approach him with a blank expression.

Bruce walks slowly towards him—

He closed his eyes.

His world fell into silence.

"Ha...haha, haha..." A hoarse and broken laugh escaped from Bruce's lips.

Diana looked in Bruce's direction in horror. She saw Bruce was covering his eyes with his hands, and he couldn't help but start to convulse...he was shaking.

"What's wrong with you!" Diana wanted to go forward, but Carl stopped her. He pressed Diana firmly, using all his strength, "Don't go."

"Oh?" Bruce stopped trembling, he straightened up, his dark green eyes were full of smiles, and he whispered the name of Lord Superman, "Carl..."

Countless bats flew from nowhere on the battlefield. These bats rushed straight into the crowd like a black river. They bared their white teeth ferociously, trying to bite off a piece of flesh from a living person as much as possible.

Karl saw black mist rising around Bruce's feet. The mist covered Bruce with a profound ominousness. The black tide gathered and quickly disintegrated. The screams of the dead made the shadows roll and scratch, and the phantoms of skeletons piled up into hills and exploded with a bang.

Carl found that his super vision had lost its effect. He couldn't see through the black fog, and couldn't see Bruce's figure clearly.

"Hi." Carl heard Bruce's smiling voice in the black mist, "Nice to meet you."

As soon as the voice fell, the bats flapped their wings and flew into the air. They were all screaming hoarsely. Carl's hearing could capture the sounds that humans couldn't hear. He tried to block these sounds, but found that he couldn't do anything. no.

He is like an eagle shot by an arrow.

Pain appeared on the white god's face, and he stumbled and fell from the air.

"That's right." Carl heard a soft voice, "I don't like people floating above my head."

He looked towards the black mist in silence, and said with difficulty, "You..."

The black mist suddenly dissipated, and he opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he saw - the man was wearing a cold armor, and the fine black mist covered the armor, and a bat-shaped figure with spikes The blindfold was on his head, and chains were wrapped around his wrists. The thick chains were held loosely in his hands, and spread into the black mist under his feet.

"I remember you always wanting to know who Batman is in Bruce's world..." He drawled his tone, with a hint of teasing, "It's me."

"You can still call me Bruce..." Carl wanted to move his body, but he found that his feet seemed to have grown on the ground, and he couldn't move at all. His brain was still giving instructions, but his body didn't Do what you want.

He stiffened his body, watched Bruce walk in front of him, and held his face in his hands, "Why do you have to show such an expression?"

The Laughing Bat touched Karl's forehead with his sleeve, "Are you surprised? Angry? Feeling cheated? No..." He showed a weird smile, "You're scared."

"What are you afraid of?" The Laughing Bat slightly nodded, "Forget that you are speechless now."

Carl felt light all over, he felt his body was under his control again, so he punched Bruce without hesitation, hitting Bruce's face with all his might.

"Don't be so unfriendly." The Laughing Bat said displeasedly, he stretched out his hand and held Karl's fist.

He broke off Carl's fingers one by one, forcefully, and pressed his arm down again, "Let me see what you're thinking... How can you think I could be Batman?"

Carl gritted his teeth, "You know what I'm thinking."

"That's right." The Laughing Bat pinched the blindfold with his fingers and pulled it down, revealing his dark green eyes, "I can see every single thought you have in mind."

Hearing this, Carl began to think about other things, the farm in Kansas, the rest room of the watchtower, the sea water in Paradise Island, the bat cave in Wayne Manor... He thought he could think of other things, but just like human beings are about to Just as he would instinctively call out to his mother when he died, Karl also thought of these things he thought he had abandoned.

The Laughing Bat froze, then relaxed again, he sighed: "So you were worried that Batman would become like me."