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

Peter looked around helplessly, and even found that Albert had been holding a mobile phone camera.

"Hey!"

He shot out the spider silk, stuck the phone away, pressed it twice skillfully, deleted the video, and threw the phone back into Albert's arms.

"That's not good, man." He steadied himself and shook his head at Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for your kindness, but I don't need this, you can help some people who need it more."

Bruce looked at the young man in front of him. Although he couldn't see his face, he could hear his sincerity from his voice.

He really thought so, and Bruce knew that this superhero was not a rich man, as could be heard from his accent, which was the accent of the middle and lower classes.

What does it mean to be a superhero?

superpower?Unmatched luck?A happy life?

No, that uniform will occupy his normal life, disrupt his life, create countless enemies for him, and make countless good people resent him, he will keep losing, he will blame himself for not being able to save everything, He will be heartbroken.

Until he has nothing left.

Bruce looked at the young man with pity, and he asked, "Why didn't you notice that you are also a person who needs help?"

Peter was a little surprised, he shook his body exaggeratedly, "I'm Spider-Man."

Bruce nodded, "But it doesn't mean you're invincible, maybe a small bullet can take your life."

Peter stammered, "But I can take bullets for more people."

Bruce didn't speak for a while, and Peter didn't dare to make a sound when he looked at the expressionless Bruce.

Lex looked at Peter as if he were looking at a new continent.

He certainly knows who Spider-Man is, and for someone who cares, that uniform doesn't hide much.

He broke the awkward atmosphere.

"Bruce, the last time we met, I bet you that there are no so-called ordinary heroes in the world."

Bruce shook his head, "I don't remember anything."

There was an uncontrollable excitement on Lex's face, his pupils were ablaze, and the icy blue sea was shattering.

"I lost."

Tony stood in front of Peter, "Don't involve others in your inferior games."

He turned to look at Peter: "If you need some help, call this number."

Tony took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit. Unlike his usual gesture of handing over business cards, he did not hold the piece of cardboard between his fingers, but solemnly placed it in Peter's palm.

"If one day you need this phone, don't hesitate to call it."

Peter nodded blankly.

"Okay, boy, it's time for you to do something of your own, Gotham isn't your place."

He reached out and patted Peter on the back.

"Uh... well, goodbye Mr. Stark."

He backed up a few brisk steps, turned and shot a thread at a gargoyle in Gotham.

But Spider-Man didn't leave just then, he put his index and middle fingers together, raised his right hand to his forehead, and saluted Bruce and Lex obliquely.

"Goodbye, gentlemen."

After Peter left, the three of them looked at each other, and an awkward atmosphere spread among them again.

Tony is feeling sick all over, shouldn't he say something?But Lex is here, and he has nothing to say about Bruce Wayne.

And he didn't have a relationship with Batman and Lex until today?

Kill me, he thought.

He raised his hand embarrassingly, "Does anyone want to say something?"

No one speaks.

"Okay...Bruce, it's not safe tonight, you should stay at home instead of showing up in this kind of place."

"I can take you back." Lex said coldly.

Bruce shook his head slowly, "I still have things to do." He looked up at the cold face.

"I also believe that you will not come here for me."

Lex didn't answer, just staring at Bruce intently.

"I don't like to watch the backs of people leaving, it makes me feel like I'm always the one left behind."

Bruce looked around, trying to find the little golden retriever he had left behind.

"Gentlemen, please take care of yourself." He walked towards the ruins without looking back.

Tony stepped forward to say something, but Lex stopped him.

"Leave him alone, Stark."

Tony slapped Lex's hand away impatiently, "We both know this is not true, Luther, I don't know what you want to do, but I will stop you."

He activated the reactor and flew away from Gotham, as if he would suffocate if he stayed here for another second.

Lex stood there quietly, staring at Bruce's leaving back, his pupils constricted violently, as the smartest person in the world, he knew everything from the very beginning.

He obtained the life book of Krypton, learned the knowledge of countless planets including Krypton, and with that knowledge, he peeked into countless parallel worlds.

Some of those worlds are the same as this world, and some worlds are very different.

These endless parallel worlds come from those who can affect the universe. No one cares about the choices made by a small person, but for some people, their choices affect the direction of fate.

They all have the same experience, but when making a certain choice, once they choose a different answer, the future will be completely different.

This Bruce Wayne is Batman who chose the worst option.

He is undoubtedly the one who chose to kill the clown and then infected with the clown virus.

He still retains the wisdom and skills of Batman, but he lost all bottom lines, good and evil reversed, yin and yang reversed, the sky sank, the earth split, and the devil crawled out of the abyss.

He's the Batman who shot his own family, made them his dogs, and tortured the old butler out of his mind.

He synthesized black kryptonite and let Superman and Supergirl kill their relatives with their own hands.

He hung up the Kryptonian's corpse as a monument, destroying all hope and making the whole world tremble and lose life under his hands.

He made the world a hell.

Lex Luthor never trusted Batman, he revealed his Kryptonian-hating side unreservedly, but his Batman-hating side was deeply hidden.

What would happen if a Kryptonian went mad?His weakness is too obvious, his whole body is as fragile as a piece of glass.

Lex had seen Superman in the world of lords and Superman in the world of injustice, and the god-like Kryptonian was like a stupid child to him.

Lex scoffs at Superman's madness while he learns from his own counterpart.

He's still wary of Superman, but he doesn't have to drive him crazy.

But what happens when Batman goes mad?

Batman has too many reasons to go crazy. He lives in a city full of lunatics. He defends himself with steel and does not allow others to touch his city. He has a heart of stone and treats his closest comrades in arms. Many destruction options.

Lex never thought Batman was normal, and if the Joker was a lunatic, Batman would be a lunatic by now.

What would happen if he completely lost his bottom line?

That world told Lex the answer, Batman will turn the whole earth into scorched earth when he goes crazy, and those who trust him have no ability to resist.

They trust Batman too much.

He looked at Bruce's back coldly, he would never allow this world, this world that belonged to him, to be touched by such a guy.

Into the dark, Lex needs to find his ex-boyfriend, the real Bruce Wayne, and he can't do it alone.

He dialed a number.

Bruce walked slowly, leaning on the wall, feeling weak, slow thinking, and extremely depressed.

He doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to lie down and sleep for a while, and Bruce has been pushing himself to react like a normal person since he woke up, but he actually sucks.

"I want to find it." There was only such a strong will in his heart, and his subconscious mind kept sending out reminders, telling him that the little golden retriever was the only thing he had left.

Those were the few things he had left that belonged to him.

"I'll find it," Bruce reassured himself.

Bruce couldn't restrain himself and began to blame himself. He looked at the ruins in front of him, and his heart was full of panic. The little golden retriever was still so small and fragile, and any wind and rain could take its life away.

Bruce's legs were weak, his body was shaking, and he had exhausted the last of his strength.

His knees softened, and his left foot fell to his knees. Just when he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of powerful hands supported him.

"Bruce, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah...it's you."

"You should take a break." Bruce was carefully supported by someone who came, and he bent down and brushed away a piece of sand and stones on the broken wall with his hands.

He looked at the broken wall with satisfaction, then lifted Bruce to sit down slowly.

Bruce sat there stiffly. He looked at the person and felt a long-lost peace of mind.

"That's weird," Bruce thought to himself. "The big guy is really strong, but that's not why he gives me so much reassurance."

"What are you looking for?"

Bruce shook his head, "Clark, I've lost it."

Clark shook his head resolutely, "What are you looking for?"

He squatted down and squeezed Bruce's shoulder with some strength, "Bruce, let me help you."

Clark's attitude is very tough, even a bit aggressive.

"You can't do this every time, just give me a chance to help my friend." Clark stared into Bruce's blue eyes without blinking.

Bruce froze for a moment, his straight back suddenly bent, as if someone had taken his spine.

"It's a very small golden retriever," he whispered.