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

"Superman, Scandinavia..." Barry choked on the rest of the words, his eyes widening—

The man behind the Agong?

Is it... Batman?

Yes, he still likes to call Batman that way, even though the whole world knows his identity, in battle after battle, Batman has become the number one enemy of the Justice League, but he is not like Darkseid or Destruction However, it is like a stalk in the throat, which cannot be ignored and shows a sense of presence. Barry really doesn't know how Superman and the others do it.

It was as if they had never lived through so many years.

He never took the initiative to appear on the battlefield with Batman, even if he had to, he tried hard to put his attention on other people.

When he learned that Superman broke Batman's spine, he fell silent. He really wanted to yell at Superman and Wonder Woman, you are doing it wrong!

But he is no longer qualified to say this, and the tragedies under his hands are not much less than Superman.

Diana's face was surprisingly ugly, and her eyes revealed fire, "Call everyone."

Barry froze for a moment.

In fact, the others didn't react much better to seeing Bruce than he did, but surprisingly, no one had a strong opinion about it, they were all silent and tentatively waiting for Superman and Wonder Woman to speak.

Bruce looked at the watchtower completely remodeled by the Justice League with novelty, especially in the middle of the hall, where a torn Batman uniform was placed as a trophy, with the mutilated face mask hanging above it, and blood dried on the torn edge of the uniform The resulting dark red stain is clearly visible.

"He's..." Superman began.

"I'm Bruce Wayne, Batman from another world." Bruce interrupted impatiently, the handcuffs on his hands hadn't been released yet, but he acted like the real master of the watchtower.

Superman stares at him savagely, but Bruce doesn't seem to notice.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the handcuffs snapped off his wrists.

Everyone tensed their muscles in an instant, ready to defend, and Bruce swept over these familiar faces playfully, "Relax."

He raised his eyebrows happily, "I'm on your side."

"..."

"What did you say?" Hal asked in disbelief. "Are you really Batman?"

"Of course." Bruce sneered, pretending to be puzzled. "You've been accusing Batman of being hypocritical and cold-blooded, arrogant and sticking to his old principles, indecisive and right from wrong."

"But if he really acts according to your wishes, you will be the first ones who can't accept it."

Clark grimaced, "Enough."

He has suppressed the anger for a long time, and it has never been subdued since the day the Joker kidnapped Louise. As Bruce said, he couldn't understand why Batman wanted to stop him. He knew that those damn guys should be shredded. part--

In front of this too similar face, he couldn't control himself. He almost regarded Bruce as his own Batman and accused him of why he would join forces with the ugly human government to develop things to the present situation.

"If it weren't for you, Green Arrow and Martian Manhunter would still be our best companions..."

"You killed them with your own hands, and you burned the Martian Manhunter alive. Let me guess, how many times did you wash after Oliver's blood stuck to your hands?" If someone else saw Clark's eyes With a flushed look, he probably fell to his knees in fright, but Bruce not only poked directly into Clark's unhealed wound.

"You're playing God!" Clarke accused. "You let the pain happen, you let the clown play a never-ending game with you..."

"I killed him."

"What?" Several voices overlapped.

"Joker," Bruce said quietly, "I broke his neck."

Clark stands stiffly behind Bruce, relieved that what he's longed for has finally happened, that there's finally a Batman in the multiverse who will make the same choice as him—

But he found that his heart was empty, and then filled with a sense of absurdity.

"You are welcome to join us." After a long time, Hal said unnaturally, and all of them reacted similarly to Clark.

That's Batman.

Batman and them do this right, like the eternal truth that the earth will revolve around the sun and apples will fall to the ground, sometimes they can't help but think that even if one day all human beings are Destroyed in this damn war, Batman will stand firm against them.

But what if one day he gives up?

Now they have seen the second possibility, but it is not as pleasant as imagined.

"You can't believe him!" Damian has been watching with cold eyes. After seeing the wavering of others, he pointed his gun at Bruce angrily, "I know my father, this peer may be one of his plans, After he appeared in the watchtower, you all started to waver..."

"You don't know him." Bruce's eyes were cold, and his tone was harsher than ever, but he endured without attacking.

"All things begin with one."

Damian's pupils shrank suddenly. Of course he understood what Bruce meant. This was the last sentence his father said that night when Alfred sternly begged him to leave.

He firmly believes that Superman will be different from ordinary people, that he is special...

But Batman is always right.

Damian had to admit it, but after killing Grayson himself and revealing his identity...

Batman must be wrong.

But Bruce's words haunted him like a nightmare in the middle of the night, Damian's breathing became more and more rapid, if Batman killed the Joker...

All things begin with one.

Batman's voice rang in his head again.

He took a small step back, with a slightly frightened expression on his face. He never imagined that Batman would break the bottom line, abandon his principle of not killing, and start to judge evil.

He has seen how Superman goes crazy. Damian has always sneered at Superman, even today he still does. This Kryptonian with unimaginable power is like a confused child. Put it into a glass bottle, but he didn't know what he really wanted. He hoped to change the world and stop the killing, but he was caught in the killing and couldn't extricate himself.

If he didn't have that super strength, Damian lowered his eyelashes.

But Batman, he never questioned his father's ability. He knew that as long as his father was willing, it would not be difficult to obtain superpowers. Batman is as ordinary as drinking water, but he refuses those powers.

Bruce walked towards Damian slowly. The sound of the soles of his boots touching the ground made Damian more uneasy. He raised his head stiffly, "I understand you." He said stubbornly.

Bruce smiled lowly, and he reached out and ruffled Damian's hair.

"You know I'm not him." Bruce leaned down and whispered on the side of Damian's face, "This is my last chance for you."

Damian pushes Bruce hard.

He found that when Bruce approached him, he had unconsciously held his breath, and when the pressure left, the air filled his lungs, which made his whole body ache.

Clark didn't know what he was thinking, of course he heard what Bruce was saying, but he acquiesced in Bruce's intimidation of Damian.

Bruce collected his mood, but after being vented as Batman, he was not so high on the nature of this childish alliance, a less successful tragedy, if it were not for the power of Superman and Diana, This drama doesn't even have the desire to make people buy tickets.

And the principle of Batman... Bruce moved his eyes to the torn uniform.

Bruce walked to the uniform, he stroked it carefully along the wear and tear, and stopped at the breastplate, where there were a few scratches on the sprayed bat logo, which could be seen to be Damian's handwriting.

He tapped on the sign, and stretched out along the batwing in a straight line. On the shoulder armor, he found what he wanted.

"What are you doing!" Diana pushed Bruce away forcefully, standing in front of the uniform like a dragon being peeped into his wealth.

"of course--"

He clicked on the bat computer on his gauntlet, and sure enough, the watchtower also contained viruses he was familiar with, and these viruses were connected to the equations hidden in the bat armor.

"Depraved."

Clark's face turned terrifying in an instant, sharp beeps rang out from every part of the watchtower, red light flashed, the ground under their feet was trembling, and a streak appeared on the extremely strong glass. A crack.

A strong feeling of being overweight.

The watchtower is falling.

Bruce blocked Clark's attack with a backhand, and hit his soft abdomen with his knee hard. After having the same strength, the importance of fighting skills was revealed.

He has Superman firmly stuck, and Wonder Woman has been flying out to try to stop the speed of the watchtower's fall.

"I said it." Bruce announced casually, he kicked Clark out of the way abruptly, and before Clark rushed to him again, he pressed the button on the bat computer again.

"You can't stop me." He seemed to be saying something natural.

Cracks began to spread from the glass, and the strongest materials from the universe began to shatter one after another. The difference in air pressure squeezed everyone, and Hal conjured up a huge hood to cover everyone except Clark and Bruce.

The watchtower quickly disintegrated and plummeted toward the atmosphere at the speed of a star falling.

Bruce tapped the green shield deliberately, watching with satisfaction as the uniform shattered in friction with the atmosphere.

"I think Batman has been dying to tell you one thing."

"This is my fucking tower."

The black and red cold light slightly illuminates the crime alley, and the sound of classical jazz is mixed with the voices of the people on the street, but as claimed here, both the light and the sound will eventually disappear here.

"Hi." The burly man was leaning against the corner, holding a dusty wine bottle in his hand, and a woman in a suspender skirt and a white fur shawl bent down.

"One hundred dollars, you can do whatever you want to do with this evening."

Clark raised the corners of his mouth, and an ambiguous breath floated in the air. They were all beautiful enough. Clark's face and figure could only be sculpted by a master of the Renaissance period. A woman only needs to blink her charming blue eyes, and no one will Do not surrender to her.

Clark stretched out his hand to hold the woman's bare and delicate ankle, and stroked it twice.

"Do you think I have a hundred dollars?" Clark raised his neck and gripped the wine bottle in his hand more tightly, but he seemed to suddenly become interested, "What's the use of dollars?"

"No." The thin woman took a puff of the cigarette and exhaled slowly. The smoke swirled around the dirty place, and the woman's eyebrows were hidden behind the smoke.

"I recognize you." Her eyes flickered twice.

"Oh." Clark cast a stingy glance at him, "Since when did the people of Gotham become so nosy?"

"I'm just surprised." The woman changed her posture. In the hazy night, she looked surprisingly elegant. The faint fire light fluttered on her fingertips like a dying butterfly.

"I love to read, and your Pulitzer article is my favorite."

"Why Superman Shouldn't Exist."

Clark smiled maniacally, "It's like why humans shouldn't exist, even if I have a hundred reasons-but humans will not disappear because of these reasons."

"But Superman doesn't exist any more."

"he died."

"But Clark Kent is still there." The woman said incomprehensibly, she lowered her head, and moved closer to the face of this downcast and crazy man, feeling the warm breath slowly hitting her face.

Clark's eyes changed in an instant, and his temperament changed drastically. When the shadow was wiped away, his pupils were as cold as a snake.

The woman maintained that posture neatly, her voice became hoarse, and her gender traits became increasingly blurred, "The Son of Light, the God of Earth—"

The voice stopped abruptly, she leaned back abruptly, a cold light flashed across her neck, and Clare was holding a short dagger in his hand, all of this happened in an instant, no one could have imagined This seemingly ordinary homeless man will suddenly violently kill people.

But Clark didn't intend to continue the pursuit, he just glanced at the woman as a warning, "Don't inquire about secrets you don't need to know."

The woman laughed lightly, her white fingertips gently touched the wound, where it was still scratched a little, "This pain—"

"three two……"

"It seems that the count is less than one." Clark stared at the unconscious woman with an unpredictable expression. No, there was a big man hidden in this depraved appearance.

Gotham's Bruce Wayne.

Or, Batman.