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

The Laughing Bat wanted to hang Hal up for a moment.

"Hello?" Hal raised his hands unconsciously, palms out, covering his chest, "You just rescued me, so it's not worthwhile to kill me."

The Laughing Bat stared at him inexplicably, and sneered.

Clark quickly grabbed the Laughing Bat's wrist, looked at him sincerely, opened his mouth slightly, wanted to say something, then lowered his head in frustration.

"Let me go." The Laughing Bat squeezed out the words with difficulty.

Clark just looked at the Laughing Bat with those blue eyes that no one could deny that the media had reported on it.

"Wow." Green Lantern couldn't remember how many times he was shocked by "friendship".

Hal scratched his head. Apart from them, there were only a few scattered people standing on this battlefield. Most of them were killed by the Laughing Bat, and the rest was wrapped in black mist. When they regained their freedom, they had already changed. Becoming fools, not the result of Carl's brain-burning lobe, they became more crazy, with excited and weird smiles on their faces, and they kept raving about something.

"Pollution comes from some indescribable existence..." He rubbed his face with his hands, "It's hard for me to explain to you."

Clark took over, "You mean the oldest beings lurking in this universe?"

"They may be older than this universe." Hal nodded, "It's great that you have some preliminary understanding of this."

"At first I thought it was the clown virus." Clark thought of his desolate world, showing a sad expression.

"The clown virus can't do that," Hal replied.

"These existences themselves are a kind of chaos, forever sealed in a higher dimension, free in reality and dreams, some people with special inspiration can feel them, nameless fear, ravings from the abyss , treacherous dream..."

Hal's eyes showed deep fear, "These people will inevitably fall into madness."

"They can't recognize such an existence at all, maybe they just inadvertently obtained a very small amount of knowledge, but if they see some indescribable fear..."

Hal's voice became smaller and smaller, Clark felt bad, and he patted Hal's shoulder heavily.

"Oh." Hal's body trembled violently, "I'm fine."

"As long as they see it, they will lose their minds and fall into eternal madness." Howl stopped talking.

Clark imagined it superficially, but found that he couldn't imagine it at all. He had never acquired this knowledge, and how could a blind man describe something he had never seen?

"B...when?" Clark found his voice was extremely difficult, as if his throat had been polished by sandpaper, "Are you polluted by such an existence?"

"No." Green Lantern sat down and supported his body with his hands. His exposed skin looked very pale. "He is far more than that."

"You know more than I thought." The Laughing Bat whispered, "Cut it off."

He turned his head, the green eyes looking stronger than ever, and all the contagious frenzy in him disappeared for a moment, and if it weren't for the constant reminder of his decorations, Clark would almost think he was back in time.

The Laughing Bat warned word by word, "Don't go after knowledge presumptuously."

"Then why are you tainted?" Clark asked rhetorically, "I don't believe Batman is self-righteous in his pursuit of knowledge."

"Some things just happened like this." The Laughing Bat didn't want to explain any more, he impatiently put on a half-smile expression, "Are you justifying my behavior?"

"No! Of course not!" Clark opened his eyes wide. "I just want to help you."

"This brings us back to the original question." The Laughing Bat sarcastically said, "I don't need your help."

The Laughing Bat began to be unbearable to everything in front of him. Everyone was forcing him to say something to satisfy their ridiculous desire to spy?He knew his thoughts were extreme, but he couldn't help letting them slide in those directions.

Can't stay here any longer.

He bit the tip of his tongue tightly, trying to rely on the pain to maintain his sanity, calm down, you've already screwed up once...you can't screw up a second time.

But the injury he suffered when he was besieged before began to hurt violently. Why did this happen?

The Laughing Bat was expressionless, and the pain every time he was about to lose control was more exaggerated than these wounds-but he didn't feel such pain.

He lowered his head and stared unkindly at Clark's red cape, it was all his fault, the Laughing Bat thought capriciously, this boy scout put his trust in his own hands, and then came here to say help or something If he is clearly the victim, but acts like he did something wrong, why can someone act like nothing happened after being hurt so much?

Clark's "Bat Radar" buzzed, and a panic appeared in his heart for no reason.

The Laughing Bat raised his head and gave him a friendly smile, "Thank you."

The alarm bells sounded, and Clark felt even more panicked.

Clark didn't know why he behaved like this. He abruptly grabbed the Laughing Bat's hand and placed it around his neck. The iron chain was still wrapped around that hand, but Clark felt that the hand was The temperature is lower than the iron chain.

"?" The Laughing Bat gave him a strange look, "What are you doing?"

Clark was at a loss. The reporter who won the Pulitzer Prize didn't know how to organize his words. After a while, he just choked out a sentence, "I trust you."

He started, and it was much easier to say, "Even if you've done something... you've had some trouble, don't deny it, I can see it."

Clark paused and said in a firm tone: "But I always trust you to solve these problems. You are the most incredible human being I have ever seen. We have gone through many difficulties together, and this time will be no exception. I trust you You, just like you trust me."

"We are like hands and gloves, and you have long been an integral part of me." Clark continued, "You were never alone."

The Laughing Bat felt his body hurt more and more, the pain was almost numb, and standing seemed to be a difficult thing, he had to admit one thing——

Like a child who falls, if no one is there for him, he might put a Band-Aid on himself and forget about the injury.

But if someone picked him up in shock and talked about how he was so careless, then he would burst into tears, as if he had been wronged by the whole world.

In the first second, the Laughing Bat felt that he was intact, he could keep everyone out of his world with a smile on his face, but in the next second, he suddenly felt that he was riddled with holes.

"You split your feelings with me so that you can pretend that you are a bloodless and tearless monster?" Bruce's sharp accusation appeared in his ears again. He thought he really threw all his feelings to Bruce, but in fact it was just It's just self-deception.

They are one person from beginning to end.

Bruce's consciousness was awakened by a piercing pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a huge force pushing him up from the depths of the spiritual world.Suffocation.

He reluctantly opened his eyes.

Then I found that my hand was resting on a beautiful neck, and the warmth spread from the fingertips continuously.

He withdrew his hand like lightning.

Bruce felt something under his feet, this touch... He lowered his head stiffly, and found himself stepping on a severed arm. Around him was a piece of cracked scorched earth, the flames were still burning, and black smoke billowed.

He raised his face hesitantly, a pair of sea-like eyes were staring at him, and the emotions in his eyes were about to overflow with complexity.

"Clark?" he asked slowly.

Clark felt that he had appreciated a great transformation, and this scene happened like a magic trick. The black mist around the Laughing Bat wrapped him up at lightning speed, and then dispersed in an instant.

Then he saw a Brucey baby.

Although this brusey babe doesn't look quite normal either.

"We finally met." Bruce forced a smile, "You were a golden retriever the last time I saw you."

Clarke's eyelids twitched. He knew exactly what was going on with Bruce. This feeling was like a waterfall that was pouring down was suddenly frozen. A strong urge suddenly rose in his heart—to catch the Laughing Bat and beat him up. a meal.

"Yes." Clark replied, "but I have something else I want to ask you."

Bruce was silent for a few seconds. He decided to settle his own affairs. He expressed strong indignation at the Laughing Bat's operation of throwing himself out to face the Shura field. Why would he throw him a Shura field that he couldn't handle? ?

And his own—a Batman with a face so heavy that he's dripping water.

What exactly did the Laughing Bat do?Why Do Lords Superman And Batman Look Like They've Made Up?Bruce began to pray in his heart that it would not be what he thought, and their reconciliation must not be because of a common enemy.

Bruce kicks the severed arm away from his feet, noticing the tattoo on it belongs to a Gotham boss.

All right.Bruce wailed in his heart. His unfortunate vision seemed to be reality. The corpses on the ground were all strange and distorted dead without exception. Batman didn't kill people, and Carl's hot vision couldn't cause such a result.

But it's a solution, Bruce thought desperately.

He waved at Carl who didn't know what he was thinking, "I fulfilled my promise." He avoided Batman's sight like an ostrich.

Bruce raised his hand and gently tugged at the hair on the side of his ear, "So do I have somewhere to go?"