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

"You're here." Bruce moved his bound arms, tilted his head with a smile, and stared at a corner outside the glass cell.

"Why don't you come over?"

"Wang."

"Oh... I even forgot that you can't speak now, but it's a kind of bravery for you to find this place."

Bruce stared calmly at the ground, where there was a listless little golden retriever lying there. The little golden retriever seemed to have just crawled out of a muddy puddle, and its golden-like, cotton-soft hair was messed up in strands by the dirty water. Yes, I can't see the original color, it almost turned into a dirty dog, a stray dog.

"Woof—"

"Come on, sweet boy, come here."

Bruce smiled, his beautiful lips moved, but the words he spit out were very mean: "Could it be that you have been a dog for too long? Have you forgotten who you are?"

The little golden retriever was still lying motionless, Bruce sighed: "Please."

"Do you want a sense of ceremony? For example, let me match your debut with a passionate BGM? Find another red cape?"

"But here, there are only you and me in the audience, and all these bells and whistles are a bit boring." As soon as Bruce finished speaking, he laughed haha, as if amused by the sense of ritual he imagined, he leaned forward laughing Leaning back, the chains that trapped him collided with each other, making a rattling sound.

"Snapped."

Although Bruce's wrists were tightly bound by iron rings, his fingers were not restrained too much. His three fingers were close together and snapped smartly.

"Come back, Clark." He looked down expectantly.

Strange things happened, bunches of black dead light came out from the ground, holding the little golden retriever firmly, it was struggling and biting——

But it was all in vain, these light beams opened their mouths and swallowed it completely, its small body was imprisoned by these lights, and it couldn't move, and the little golden retriever's blue eyes were covered with blood. The light keeps spinning and rising, and becomes bigger and bigger——

It swelled to the height of a person, and there was a figure in the center of the ball, it was so cold and dazzling, the figure was entangled with black light, and it penetrated into every hole in his body.

"What are you still resisting? I thought you would bite my throat when you saw me."

Bruce's expression showed pity, "Are you still imagining that that ignorant idiot can stop me? Yes, he has tried hard, he is trying very hard to resist, but madness haunts him all the time, and he will give up eventually of."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I need you, Clark."

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, the surging black light suddenly stopped. Bruce's words were like a magic spell, pressing the rest symbol for it. Finally, it turned into a big "S".

The huge, ominously shadowed S perched high on the man's chest, his blue uniform looking hopeless now, and Bruce looked at the man, and he smiled.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Follow your orders." The tall man lowered his head, knelt on the ground on one knee, and performed an ancient courtesy to Bruce who was hanging in the glass cell.

"I would do anything for you."

He raised his head calmly, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was an excited smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad...this is really good..." Bruce nodded, staring at the obedient man in front of him, and suddenly said: "You know I also thought about making you a mummy."

"..." The man didn't lift his head, and faithfully maintained his saluting posture.

"But I didn't do it in the end, the friendship between us—"

Bruce stuck out his tongue in surprise, he licked the corner of his mouth gently, and there was a slight salty sensation from the tip of his tongue.

He blinked, and felt that something was dripping from his eye socket, what is it?he thought in bewilderment.

"It's tears."

"I'm crying?" He wanted to stretch out his hand to touch his face, but the iron chain bound him, and he couldn't use his fingers to feel the bitterness at all. Is the bitterness real or something he didn't know clearly? Hallucination?

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly found a few small water droplets on the bottom of the glass cell. After being affected by gravity, it hit the ground heavily and shattered into eight petals, just like the broken heart of that pure and noble person.

"Ha... are you crying?" Bruce raised his head, and he held the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

"No, master." The man who was half kneeling on the ground lowered his head and said sternly.

"..."

"I didn't cry." Bruce stared in front of him. He saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes with a mischievous upturned mouth. This young man looked exactly like him. Rather, that young man was what Bruce should have had he not become Batman. look. "You are crying." Bruce seemed to have heard some big joke, he gasped and asked, "Why am I crying?"

"Yeah, what's there for you to cry? After all, you killed those people with your own hands. You just took off that armor, and you started denying those people and things?"

The young man turned around sarcastically, then leaned down again, bringing his face to Bruce's.

"No." Bruce closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, "I can't go back."

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze became cold and hard again. Although his cheeks were still wet, he didn't flinch any more. Also, there was no softness at all. He looked like Andersen In the story, the little prince, whose heart is pierced by the Snow Queen with a piece that never melts, stays in that cold place forever, persistently chasing eternity.

"Clark."

"Yes Master."

"I need you to go to the watchtower, activate the device I left on it, and get all the other heroes here."

"Yes." The man repeated mechanically, he stood up stiffly, turned around and walked out of the cage.

"Wait a minute." Bruce said suddenly.

The man stopped obediently, and he faced Bruce with no expression on his blank face.

"I don't like the way you look."

Bruce tilted his head and thought for a moment. He made a few complex gestures with his left hand. The S formed by the ominous black mist lightly changed its shape, and it became the shape of a bat.

A black bat appeared on Superman's chest.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye now." Bruce nodded in satisfaction, raised his chin like commanding a puppy, and said proudly: "Now you can go."

"..."

Superman left the room numbly. He raised his feet and walked towards the upper floor of the watchtower. Suddenly, a small layer of green mist burst from his mouth and nose. The light needle stuck in his neck.

"..."

"Wake up!"

Superman covered his mouth and nose weakly, and he knelt down on the ground like a collapse. A beautiful woman waved her hand, and the black bat on his chest turned into its proper shape—a black mist , the mist obediently flew towards a bottle.

The woman waited for all the mist to be filled in. She moved quickly, plugged the bottle with a wooden stopper engraved with complicated lines, and shook it cautiously twice, covering it with her hand.

"%￥#￥%@"

She uttered a long passage of unknown meaning, but listened to inexplicable, profound and terrifying incantations. After finishing this series of actions, the woman seemed to lose her strength, and her body shook——

A hand with a black glove supported her, and the owner of the hand carefully supported the woman so that the sharp claws on the fingers would not pierce her skin.

"Thanks, Zatanna."

"...It's nothing." The woman supported the hand and barely stood up, "This is still within my ability, but I must remind you that this is a very...very dark and very ancient the power of."

"It's hard for me to imagine a human being able to wield such power that he would go berserk and lose his mind without the permission of the master of the power. I've heard that strong-willed people can fight this, but I always thought it was a fairy tale .”

Zatanna took a breath. She broke free from Batman's support and managed to stand still, "But such people really exist in the world." He took a breath, trying to calm his uncontrollable fear. "Bat, you're up against a sane lunatic like never before."

"I see." Batman said in a deep voice, "You need to rest, and Wonder Woman will take care of you."

Zatanna waved weakly at Batman, "Go ahead, it's interesting to turn Superman into a puppy." After that, she stepped into the sonic tunnel, "Be careful .”

"How do you feel?" Batman looked at Superman who was kneeling on the ground. He didn't approach Superman, but carefully kept a safe distance. Batman's hand was pressed on one of the universal belt——

That compartment contained the kryptonite ring Superman gave him himself.

"--ho-ho-ho!" Superman's throat sounded, he shouldn't be breathing, for a Kryptonian, breathing is not necessary, but at this moment, his hand is pinching his neck , panting with difficulty.

"Clark! Breathing was never necessary for you!"

Superman turned a deaf ear, he knelt helplessly on the ground panting, "Help me." He reached out to Batman.

Batman grabbed the hand. "We've got to figure out what he's thinking, Clark. You've got to get over it. No one can help you."

"I... I feel like I'm surrounded by endless malice, I can't see light, I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, I can't feel anything, there... I can't feel my exist."

Superman paled, he looked at Batman: "Is all this true?"