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

The proud and expensive Gotham baby was lying in the muddy sewage, the rain hit the ground, and the splashed water stained his delicate and beautiful face.

"I said it." Bruce heard an unusually familiar voice, he barely opened his eyes, the world was blurred, and the world was spinning, the laughing bat stepped forward, slowly walked to him and squatted down.

"Why resist me?"

"To shut up."

"Bruce!"

"I am not a mask. The stupidity of a fool is not rare, but the stupidity of a wise man is amused."

"Don't sleep! You must wake up!"

"What are we left with to expose the lies? The weak cannot enter the kingdom of gods, and gods are more interesting pawns."

The bat, who had been laughing wildly, restrained its smile and lowered its eyes.

"No! Bruce, so many times, you must be able to hold on."

"Enter into my kingdom of God and take His name in vain."

"Bruce, look at me!"

"The sword of Damocles is already hanging high above your head. It is up to you to decide whether it should fall or not."

"I'm fed up with making choices over and over again!"

"You've made your choice."

The wildly laughing bat was taken aback, shook its head and sighed, and suddenly dispersed.

Big drops of rain fell on Bruce, the smell of metal was mixed with the unpleasant smell of blood, "It's so cold on the ground," he thought.

"It's so loud." Bruce felt his head ache from the anxious voice in his ear.

"Who can hurt you? Bruce? We'll be home in a minute."

He was wrapped around the waist with both hands, and he walked freely between the sky and the earth, and the wind was left behind by them.

This feeling is very familiar, as if he has been hugged like this hundreds of times before, it feels like being surrounded by a warm sun, the hands supporting him can give him an unparalleled sense of attachment, he The wound on the body felt cool, and it seemed that it didn't hurt so much.

Bruce opened his eyes, "Superman?"

"You have a familiar chin." He tried to raise his hand, but the action hurt his wound, his face became paler, but his smile was still sweet.

"Stay still, Bruce." Superman said in a deep voice.

"Are you worried about me?" He let his hands hang down, Superman's red cape hurt his eyes, but he unconsciously wanted to grab the hem of the red cape.

He grabbed the soft red cape as he wished, and Superman wrapped it around him like his most expensive treasure, carefully pulling Bruce into his arms, "We'll be home soon."

"That's not my home." Bruce's heart was cold.

"My God...Master Bruce."

Wayne Manor squats like a giant in the evening sky, the gloomy sky, the whole world is gray, and the old buildings also have an ancient taste. Superman landed in front of the Roman-style stairs and poured down The rain soaked his red boots, and Superman gently extended his hand to the person, Bruce's eyes were suddenly attracted by a dim lantern.

The lantern was old-fashioned, with exquisitely bent copper flowers hanging on it. The light of the lantern gradually approached, and a thin figure stepped out from the gloom, holding the lantern tightly in his hand. The candlelight flickered once or twice.

A thin, rough hand caressed his face, and Bruce blinked.

"Afu, don't worry."

"Why?" The old man's expression was sorrowful yet with a hint of clarity.

"Why don't you hide?"

"Can't hide." Bruce murmured, a light flashed across his dark green pupils.

"It hurts." He stretched out his hand to the old man coquettishly, "Don't be sad."

"Master Bruce? Who hurt him this time?" Afu covered his face, even if it wasn't the child he watched growing up, it was enough to make him so sad that he couldn't breathe.

Ah Fu and Clark sat in the dining room. Even though the old man was sad to a certain extent, he still did not forget to entertain Clark: "Thank you for everything you have done for the master."

The lantern on the table burned to the last bit of oil, burst into sparks, and went out.

"I'm going to turn on the light."

"No, Fu." Clark said softly.

"What's going on?" The door was pushed open with a slam, and a shoe with muddy water stepped in, leaving footprints on the clean floor. Roughly pulling the chair away, he put his hand on the table feebly.

"How did Bruce get hurt so badly? Do you know who hurt him?"

Clark shook his head, "It's just an ordinary bullet."

"He couldn't dodge a bullet?" The visitor seemed to have heard the most absurd thing in the world, "Batman died from an ordinary bullet?"

"Master Richard." Ah Fu comforted him and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Your clothes are soaked, go and change."

Clark picked up the cup in front of him, and the cup in his hand suddenly cracked some fine lines, and then scattered in all directions with a bang.

"I'm sorry..." He wiped the tea on his body helplessly, "I'm sorry I didn't control my strength well."

Clark has not been in such a situation for a long time. He has spent his whole life learning how to protect this fragile world and how to integrate himself into the crowd without a trace. Even if Superman can easily hold an airplane as an adult, the same You can stroke the kitten's soft fur.

But now he crushed the cup in his hand.

"His eyes turned green again." Clark picked up a piece of broken porcelain, and he held it tightly in his palm, the hard porcelain being crushed to ash.

"I noticed that too," Dick said.

"But Tony didn't check anything out."

"Bruce's awake." Tim pushed the door open a crack through which the light of the hallway poured in.

He looked a little relaxed, "He's fine."

"how do you feel?"

Dick sat on the head of Bruce's bed. He bent down and turned on the lamp beside the bed, and put the water glass in his hand to Bruce's lips.

Bruce's chapped and pale lips turned bright red again after being stained with water, and the expression on his face was an indescribable relief.

"great."

There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, "I've never felt so good before."

"Where's Superman? I want to meet him." Bruce demanded.

"Uh..." Dick was in a dilemma. Bruce didn't know Clark's identity, and judging from Superman's rescue actions, after he saved someone, he wouldn't stay there and wait for others.

He racked his brains to find an excuse, "He has already left. If you want to see him, Wayne Group can try sending an email to the Daily Planet."

He paused, and explained thoughtfully: "That is the media that can get the news of Superman the fastest. The reporter Miss Lane and Mr. Kent are both very good friends of Superman."

Bruce nodded thoughtfully: "I think I should jump faster from the roof of the Wayne Building."

"Don't do such a thing."

A steady voice sounded by the window, and Bruce turned his head with difficulty, and he saw a big S printed on Superman's chest, which made him laugh.

"I allow you to come in." He said with a smile.

Superman silently lifted a whole piece of glass, and he broke the lock.

"Wow……"

Bruce showed a surprised look.

It was a dazzling male, he had extremely amazing beauty, his cloak was the most brilliant red, there was no wind in the room, but his cloak was shaking gently, and the wide cloak hung down softly on his shoulders. Behind him, swaying slightly behind his red boots.

He is the light, and the presence of this man brightens the dark room.

His face is deep and handsome, and his expression is calm, descending here like a god.

"Divinity."

Bruce made a definition of this man in his mind, he noticed that Superman's body was clean, without a trace of dust, he was glamorous as if he came from another world.

And it was still raining heavily outside the window.

"Don't do that, Bruce," Superman repeated.

"But I want to see you, this is the fastest way...ahem..." Bruce accidentally touched the wound, and the pain made him choke on himself.

Superman's expression has not changed, he is still so calm, as calm as the end of the world happened before his eyes, he still maintains a god-like attitude to save the broken world.

"If you get hurt, I'll think it's my fault," Superman continued.

"Because I voluntarily jumped from the top of the building?"

"No, this time, I also think it's my fault."

"But why don't you ask me for help? Everyone will call Superman when disaster strikes, Bruce, why have you been silent?"

Superman's cloak swings wider, and his cloak is able to hang down softly behind him and swing in a solemn posture because of Kryptonian's unique biological stance, while Superman's biological stance is now very uneven.

In fact, he is far less calm than he looks. For Superman, he is omnipotent under the yellow sun, so the mistakes that he could have avoided happened, is that his responsibility?

He is omnipotent, he is powerless, he is making choices every moment.

Who is more important?

Every second someone dies, every second someone calls for help, when Superman expands his super hearing to the entire galaxy, he can hear death every second.

How should Superman judge the value of life?

He is making choices every second.Choose who to live and who to die.

And that time, he was glad that he came to Gotham, and he was glad that Rao gave him the chance to save Batman.

But this is a joke of fate.

"Don't put unnecessary burdens on yourself." Bruce said lightly. "No one can save me, not even you."

Bruce noticed that Superman was no longer floating in the air looking down on him like a proud god, his clean red boots were on the ground.

"You shouldn't have saved me."