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

-Earth 22.

A piercing alarm sounded with the meaning of breaking the sky.

A big hand pressed down the alarm clock extremely quickly, and his movements were cautious, as if the alarm clock could be broken with a little effort.

That hand frantically scanned the bedside table again until it found a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"I have to work overtime today!"

This thought made Clark turn over in a panic. According to common sense, he would not make this mistake. After all, the single bed was too small for his physique, but Clark turned over habitually for some reason. body.

He fell to the ground.

The roar of the landlady downstairs also rang out along with the crash of his fall.

"Kent! Did you drop something clumsily again?" The landlady's voice was still as loud as ever, Clark thought, and he raised his voice without confidence.

"I'm very sorry!"

Now it will cost another maintenance fee. He stared at the deep cracks in the floor with a sad face, and subconsciously began to calculate how much he had left in this month's salary.

"I can't finish writing the report..." He glanced sadly at the open laptop on the table, where half a page of unfinished reports was still lying there.

"Just go and interview..."

"Huh?" Clark was in a daze, "Why do I have the idea of ​​interviewing a few sentences?"

Those celebrities who are chased by the media, Clark is very self-aware. As a member of the society, those celebrities don't like to see themselves.

But he always felt that there should be someone to interview, just like there is a place to play the autumn wind when there is no money to repair the floor...

That's when his phone's ringing interrupted his thoughts, and Clark yawned and swiped away.

"I asked you to interview Lex Luthor! Reporting?!"

The female voice on the phone was surprisingly angry. Even though Clark was still nestled in the apartment, when he heard the voice, he flinched as a conditional reaction.

"There are still some video materials that have not been edited..." he said eagerly.

"Before twelve noon!"

"Ok."

"Then come find me in Gotham."

"Yes!"

Louis hung up the phone very dissatisfied. She pulled up the collar of her suit, stepped on high heels, and walked out of the Office of the Daily Planet like the wind. Her destination was Gotham.

Gotham.

Tim sat in the office of the Drake Group with a confused face, the aftereffects of drinking too much coffee and staying up all night revealed, he rubbed his temple twice.

"What are my next plans?"

"Accepting an interview..." The secretary conscientiously called out today's schedule for him, "Today you are going to have dinner with Ms. Prince."

A strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, making the hairs on his back.

"Ok."

He stood up suddenly and hurried to the door.

"boss?"

Tim paused, he was about to close the glass door of the president's office, "All have a day off."

Like a gust of wind, he slipped briskly out of the Drake Building, and after leaving, he subconsciously looked to the left.

Tim froze for a moment. There was nothing there.

He changed into the outfit he wore as a vigilante at night. He didn't think his sense of disobedience was an illusion, but after searching online, no one was different.

Maybe it's a superhero routine again?

He decided to communicate with Ye Yi.

On the way, he was strangely blocked by a strong man, this man...

Tim raised his eyebrows. The man in front of him exuded an agitated aura, matching his murderous blue eyes... Tim clenched the short stick in his hand.

"What's the matter?" he asked cautiously.

"Jason Todd." There was a hint of patience in the man's voice, "You might not believe it if you tell me."

"But I think we knew each other before."

Tim took a step back tentatively, he was very familiar with this sentence pattern, especially this sentence, his ears were almost callused when the gold nuggets said it.

Jason noticed Tim's strange gaze, his face became even more ugly, and he gritted his teeth.

"You know it's useless to say that to a guy in tights." He showed off his uniform. "There's no room for money."

"Tim Drake!"

Tim rushed to cover his mouth, which didn't quite fit his cautious style, but covering his mouth was his first instinct.

"It's over." Looking at the man's increasingly cold eyes, he wailed in his heart.

"So you're saying, you shouldn't be living this kind of life?" Tim quickly became acquainted with Jason, and they crowded side by side in the alleys of Gotham.

"This fucking..."

Jason exhaled a smoke ring, and he pressed the cigarette butt against the wall viciously, "Do you think I look like a priest?"

Tim looked Jason up and down, as if he wanted to find some shadow of God's love for the world from Jason.

"You don't talk," Tim said.

"Okay, just look at the face." He made an objective evaluation, "It still feels a little bluffing."

Jason sneered, "But as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a Bible in my hand, babbling under the cross..."

"Say something?" Tim tried to hold back a smile.

Jason gave him a supercilious look, "But that scene made me subconsciously draw out my gun. To be honest, I've never seen such a scary situation in my life, but I quickly discovered that my thigh Nothing."

"Uh……"

"Gun belt!" Jason roared angrily.

Dick, humming happily, stood in front of his cereal cabinet, which took up half a wall, carefully considering which one was his favorite.

"you are hopeless."

"Who--" He thumped in his heart, and slowly turned back, a weird little boy with green eyes suddenly sat on the broken sofa in the safe house out of the throne.

"You mean?" Dick didn't relax because of this. Everyone in Gotham knows that children and the elderly are the most important groups to be underestimated.

"my father."

"It's not me!" Dick replied conditionedly. At this time, he could fill a nine-inch list of ex-girlfriends slowly unfolding in front of his eyes...

"Green eyes?" His mind was full of question marks.

"I didn't say it was you." Damian glanced at Dick like a fool, "I just think I should have a father."

"It's better for you to use the formal title of father." Dick trembled uncomfortably, "So who are you?"

"Damian El Ghul."

Dick: "..."

"I'm sure, I shouldn't have had a relationship with a woman in the Middle East." He looked sincere, "But I really don't remember."

Damian looked like he was going to cut off Dick's head in the next second, but fortunately Jason and Tim arrived in time to stop the murder.

"So none of our memories ever had any problems?" Dick scratched his hair. "But something always felt wrong."

"That's it." Jason snapped his fingers, "This is the most abnormal."

"It's weird that we'd be together in the first place." Tim looked around at the other three.

"Damian is from the League of Assassins..." Tim glanced at Damian, "It's no secret to me."

"Jason was a priest, and Dick and I only held hands occasionally at night."

Dick sighed, adding, "And it's getting along."

He reached out and rubbed Damian's head. Although Damian had a stinky face, he didn't overreact to it.

"I personally think that the timeline has been changed." Tim thought for a while and said, "In the last timeline, we should have dealt a lot."

"But we will not know each other for no reason. According to our normal identities, the possibility of intersection is less than that of the earth hitting the sun."

"That's another identity." Dick rested his chin on his hand, his blue eyes were a little distracted. "It will allow us to know each other and spend a long time together."

"Maybe it's someone we know together, or something we've been through together," Tim said calmly.

"people."

"It must be a person." Jason explained, "I bet your first reaction is also a person."

"Maybe we can enlist the help of the Justice League?" Dick stood up, and he made everyone a bowl of cereal, Jason and Damian staring at the bowl in disgust.

Dick shrugged nonchalantly when Damian said he wasn't taking part in the event, and he glanced up.

"tower?"

he murmured.

"What tower?" Tim squinted his eyes and leaned lazily on the sofa. "The Justice League...it's not an organization at all. After all, they are so poor that they don't even have a base."

"But they have Superman and Wonder Woman." Jason made a gesture, "Everyone is willing to pay for these two."

Dick would remember their unreal beauty, and nodded approvingly, "I can pass on your compliments to Superman."

Looking at the dazed Jason, Dick smiled mischievously, "I have a good relationship with Superman."

"You're dead, Dickiebird."

Dick opened a secret line and started calling Superman, Damian asked a little incomprehensibly, "Maybe it would be more efficient for you to go to the window and call?"

"Most buildings in Gotham contain lead," Dick explained. "He might not be able to hear."

Before Clark could put down his curly hair, he flew to Gotham in a hurry. Nightwing's call is very unusual. This cheerful and enthusiastic superhero actually doesn't like to make friends with people. Think about it carefully. Although he and Ye Yi have known each other for a long time, he actually doesn't know anything about Ye Yi's personal life.

"I want to know if you have subconsciously made some actions that you can't understand." Dick said bluntly, "Without thinking, conditioned reflex or subconscious expression."

"I fell out of bed this morning," Clark replied.