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

Bruce looked left and right, and he found that everyone was staring at him with a very magical look - he thought it was the problem of the Laughing Bat.

"Are you really going to leave all these things to me?" Bruce asked the Laughing Bat, "I can't explain Clark."

"Are you still awake?" Bruce couldn't get a response, and he felt more and more awkward standing here.

But he thought about it, if he could trick the Laughing Bat out, this time he would sleep until the end of time, but now that the plan had been made, the only thing missing was the Laughing Bat.

"I might make things worse," Bruce said tentatively.

"I'm still awake." The Laughing Bat replied, his voice was a little unsteady, "But you are me, what is the difference at this time?"

"Ha ha."

Bruce sighed, he looked around calmly, Diana seemed relieved, she had put the noose back around her waist, Hal looked like a bucket of popcorn, Carl kept twisting Brows, a statue called The Thinker should really be erected for him... Batman, Bruce gritted his teeth and looked at him.

Oops.

Batman has a specific name for that expression - Batman is making you into a watch.

As for Clark, he selectively ignored him. After all, he didn't need to take the blame for the Laughing Bat, did he?

Bruce bent down slightly, patted his trouser legs, "A truce?"

Batman turned his face away, and he shook his head in a very small way.

"I think it's time to end it," Diana said. "Carl, your anger shouldn't implicate innocent people."

"It's not up to me, you should ask the bat what it says." Carl said coldly.

"War?" Clark blinked. "It looks like something happened between you, but I don't think war is a good idea."

"If you were me, you would do the same." Carl stared at Clark. "It's too late."

Clark puffed up his chest and put his hands on his hips, which was one of Superman's most classic poses. He said firmly, "Some things are never too late."

"What do you know!" Carl was annoyed.

Clark's eyes were as calm as a lake, "I have also experienced betrayal, and it was brought to me by the person I trusted the most." He glanced at Bruce inadvertently, and continued, "But I am not a coward."

"Jonathan taught me to apologize for doing wrong things from a young age. I believe your Jonathan will say the same. The power we have is too easy to hurt others, but this is not an excuse for us to hurt others."

Carl was in a daze for a moment, he walked so fast that he left everyone behind, but his super brain quickly turned over the scene Clark said.

"There is no right or wrong power." Jonathan squatted in front of his little self, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped on his heart, "You can decide how to use your power."

"What if I use it wrong?" he asked persistently.

Jonathan smiled peacefully, "Ask your heart, boy, if you're lost, stop and ask your heart what's going on."

"You remembered." Clark understood.

Bruce took a step forward in a leisurely manner, "I want to say a few words." He clapped his hands and caught Carl's attention.

"The world is about to face a bigger crisis." Bruce pulled the collar of his shirt a little, and he moved his neck uncomfortably, "I don't want to admit this."

Bruce spread his hands, "But this crisis is indeed me." As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled in the inner pocket of his suit, and took out a tiara inlaid with several purple gemstones.

"Brainiac's tiara!" Diana exclaimed in surprise, "How do you have this thing?"

"I don't know." Carl looked at Batman.

"Stop it." Bruce unfolded the crown, "If you don't want to stop, I can put this thing on his head... an obedient puppet is not bad, Supreme Head of State?"

He smiled sweetly at Batman again, "Do you need this?"

Carl's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists unconsciously. It can be said that Carl is the only person in this world who has faced the Laughing Bat directly. Unlike Green Lantern's brief glimpse, he has a deeper understanding of what the Laughing Bat is— —

The Laughing Bat was indeed not only polluted, there was only one reason why he became what he is today—

He's that fucking Batman.

That's right.

The reason is simple, because he is Bruce Wayne, he is Batman, everyone in Calby understands what the existence of Batman means to those crazy guys.

Batman is like a magnet, no, he is a cluster of blazing flames, and those lunatics are like moths, rushing towards him desperately, no matter how much they pay.

He was still puzzled by this matter before, but after he became the lord, he asked some guys who did not regret to die. Empress.

Those lazy lunatics showed fanaticism for a moment. They bounced fiercely from the ground and clasped their fingers on the iron bars of the prison. "Batman will come too?"

"He never looks at you," Karl replied.

Carl grabbed a man by the collar, pulled him back, and slammed his head against the iron railing forcefully, asking him with the most vicious voice in his life, "Why Batman!"

"Tell me!" He tapped a few more times, "Say something!"

"Because he is Batman!" After a violent impact, the man shouted this sentence in a dizzy state. Carl stopped his hands with an unpredictable expression. He didn't expect the answer to be like this.

A thought flashed through his mind, he let go of his hand abruptly, rushed back to the Wayne mansion, followed the elevator into the Batman cave, and Batman had been forced to abandon this position by then.

He checked Batman's collection one by one, huge coins, blood-stained uniforms, clown cards with a grinning face, broken needles... There were still some old materials in the Batcave that he hadn't had time to take away and destroy. They're irrelevant enough, but Batman's past can be teased out of them.

Many of the lunatics Batman encounters have no reason, and some of their reasons are even ridiculous. They are more willing to play some games with Batman at the cost of their lives than to set off a bloody storm in Gotham.

He thought of Darkseid, who had a mysterious obsession with Batman in the past. Does the monarch of Apocalypse really lack a human being to serve him?

Carl began to count the relationship between Batman and the mysterious side again.

Bat mite as a five-dimensional creature, a mysterious sect that believes in bats, and Barbatos who wants to own Batman...

Carl spent a whole night in the Batcave. He confirmed his conjecture. For those who are mentally abnormal, the existence of Batman is very attractive to them. He pressed his thoughts into the bottom of his heart. Until Green Lantern told everyone what pollution was.

He instantly connected these with the inspiration test he read in the ancient classics. Those lunatics should belong to people with strong inspiration, and the magical creatures on the mysterious side are probably due to these reasons. Those existences that are older than the universe I am paying attention to Batman, and in the dark, these and those creatures that exist more closely will naturally be affected.

But he still doesn't understand why Batman is special.

Seeing Batman ignore him, Bruce looked away. "The other me, the crazier guy."

Bruce complained, "I don't like this, there's a feeling that I'm not quite right."

But there was a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth, "He—I'm already on the verge of losing control, and you know what it's like when I'm completely out of control."

Bruce looked at Carl slowly, "Maybe I can control it, maybe I can't."

"For the sake of your future, you must stop, this is not a request."

Bruce paused and said softly, "That's a threat."

The Laughing Bat shook his head: "I haven't lost control so quickly. If I do lose control, I will return to my world."

Bruce: "But only I know."

Carl agreed succinctly: "Yes, but in exchange, please leave this world."

Carl is very clear that Bruce is a gangster. He doesn't believe in dual personalities at all. A kinder personality?God knows how that keen Batman would be expected by this disguised mask. At that time, when he was suppressed by the Laughing Bat, apart from some scars on his body, the continuous raving almost drove him crazy.

It was a kind of despair, a kind of despair that couldn't even generate the thought of resistance.

No one noticed that Bruce's expression froze for a moment, he raised his eyes, and his sapphire pupils became brighter, "What if I don't want to leave?"

Bruce looked at Carl's slightly stiff expression and smiled: "It's just a joke...I promise you."

He looked around, "But only another me can do it, so I need to wait a while, how did you get here?" Bruce finally remembered Clark who he had left alone.

"I thought it would take a lot of time to find you." Clark scratched his cheek, "So the Flash who sent me over went on vacation."

"Unfortunately." Bruce turned away. "I guess I'll be bothering you for a while."

"As soon as possible." Carl left without saying this. It was meaningless for him to stay here anymore. There were too many things to do after the truce, not to mention that he couldn't stop the Laughing Bat from doing anything.

"Can you take me out of here quickly." Bruce seemed to have a ball of ice in his heart, and he didn't want to explain to Batman the reasons that sounded like lies, "I'll help you get Clark out later, but don't let me Staying outside, I don't even know where to go after that."

"Please," Bruce begged the Laughing Bat.