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

"Why are you looking for me?" Lord Superman asked.

"Because you're the only one who can do it without any emotion—it's not just about my Batman."

"Okay," Lord Superman replied, "we'll make it."

Dick hung up the phone, Jason glanced at him, "Didn't expect..."

Dick cast a questioning look.

"As expected of a golden boy." Jason clapped his hands pretendingly, and sarcastically said.

Dick shrugged silently.

It was another bad morning, the Laughing Bat suddenly opened his eyes, it was pitch black, he couldn't remember what he dreamed about, but the feeling of despair still remained.

Bruce couldn't help it: 【How long are we going to stay in this world? 】

[There is still a while, what? 】

[I hate this feeling of weakness. 】

Bruce groped and sat up. He had been lying beside the Laughing Bat before. Although he was a phantom, he acted like a real person.

Bruce stared blankly at his fingertips: [I also had a dream, but I can't remember what I dreamed about. 】

[Very dark, without a little light...]

【That's not a dream. ] The laughing bat sighed.

【So you were really buried in a coffin?Then dig out that thing with one hand and escape? 】

The Laughing Bat didn't answer directly, he suddenly asked: 【Maybe it's time. 】

Bruce simply lay on the body of the Laughing Bat, circling the hair that was hanging down from the Laughing Bat: 【You mean I started to remember the past memories?Or is it the fact that I'm about to disappear? 】

Seeing that the Laughing Bat didn't answer, Bruce tugged at the hair on his hand in dissatisfaction: 【Please, I already knew about this day. When I think about it all, what's the difference between us? 】

The Laughing Bat felt a faint phantom pain.

Bruce gently stroked the Laughing Bat's neck, and said in a lazy nasal voice: 【You are pathetic enough...split a personality, and wishful thinking uses him as an anchor to maintain reason...】

[You should talk to people more. ] Bruce said softly: [Real people. 】

[I told too many lies, and I almost believed it. ] Bruce said to himself, not knowing who he was talking about.

"B..." Clark knocked on the door politely, "I heard voices, are you okay?"

"It was just a dream." The Laughing Bat bent one leg, turned his face and looked at the other side of the window, he couldn't see the moon tonight, the night in Star City is always clear, he suddenly felt a little pity.

Clark opened the door and walked in. He walked to the bedside of the Laughing Bat and put his hand on the Laughing Bat's forehead.

The Laughing Bat pushed away the warm hand: "My body temperature is not a reference."

"But you sweat a lot."

Clark stared at the Laughing Bat. He had a pale face, and fine beads of sweat wet his hair and stuck sticky to his cheeks. It had been a long time since he had worn that hideous uniform, nor had he Having shown his different aspects from ordinary people, he didn't even bother to change into slightly more formal clothes, and walked around the manor in his nightgown every day.

Also, the Laughing Bat spends most of his time in bed.

"You need to take a shower." Clark sat down by the bed, "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Although Clark said so, he knew how bad the Laughing Bat's sleep was. More than once, he saw the Laughing Bat staring at the void with those godless eyes open for a whole night. He looked like a lifeless doll, only the physical soreness in his eye sockets caused him to blink occasionally.

The Laughing Bat nodded, and just as he was about to get out of bed, Clark picked him up and carried him into the bathroom like a weightless cat.

"I don't need your help."

The Laughing Bat froze for a moment, and he made an inexplicable movement——wrapped his nightgown a little tighter.

Clark scratched the position of his jaw, and a mischievous urge emerged. He brought the Laughing Bat forward involuntarily, which happened to be the position of the shower—the Laughing Bat rarely used this.

He adjusted the water flow to the maximum, and the fine water column sprayed down all at once.

The Laughing Bat stood there, looking dumbfounded, his raised hair was wet, and he looked more like a cat forced to take a bath.

Clark maliciously squeezed a ball of foam and piled it on the head of the Laughing Bat.

To his surprise, the Laughing Bat wasn't angry. He just looked at Clark in confusion, as if he didn't understand what happened. Under such gaze, Clark became a little guilty.

"It's more efficient that way," Clark said solemnly.

"Oh."

Clark felt a forward force coming from his wrist, he didn't resist, he stumbled forward two small steps along with that force, "Oh!"

[He is really too talented to be a reporter. ] Bruce commented.

The Kryptonian who can change the orbit of the planet was pulled under the shower by this light force, and the water jet also sprinkled him all over, while the Laughing Bat was still pushing him into the bathtub.

The Laughing Bat stopped suddenly, "Are you still wearing shoes?" He asked in disbelief.

Clark didn't answer, he obediently fell into the bathtub, and then pulled the Laughing Bat in, he smiled: "That's not the point."

Bruce said suddenly: [I'm sorry. 】

The expression on Clark's face also froze, and he heard a very familiar footstep.

【I said sorry in advance. 】Bruce added: "Some memories come back at the wrong time."

The Laughing Bat frowned, and then he heard a loud bang, the sound of the bathroom door hitting the wall.

The visitor seemed taken aback.

A deep and magnetic voice sounded not far away, the tone was full of unthinkable, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth hidden.

"What the fuck are you doing?"