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

He came down from the clouds with endless lightning and thunder, and the momentum was huge. Above his head were thick dark clouds that rolled into vortexes layer by layer, as if to swallow a broken fortress. He came to the ground with a mighty force. The lightning struck the pure white Superman and knocked him off the clouds.

He is Shazam, a man of pure heart with divine power.

Shazam lowered his head, his eyes were slightly closed, revealing infinite majesty, the cloak trimmed with gold was lifted high by the airflow, and there was a lightning-like logo on his red uniform emitting dazzling light, which was magical Light, he whispered the incantation.

Batman's heart moved, "Don't use magic!"

The only weakness of Superman is magic. He was even nicknamed "the man with 0 magic resistance" by the League. The villains of Superman know that as long as magic hits him, the Justice League will lose one of his strongest combat powers.

But that is against a normal Superman. The premise of this scene is that on the battlefield of the Justice League, or when there are a large number of ordinary people, Superman will always stand in front of people who cannot dodge in time, whether it is His comrade-in-arms is still a stranger, and Superman will block deadly attacks for them, and some vitriolic media will evaluate Superman for not adding points and never adding points to dodge.

"You just let them mock you like this?"

After a battle, the hot-tempered Arthur smashed his mobile phone to the ground. After that battle, bad reviews against the Justice League flooded in. People accused Batman of having zero presence in the superhuman battle, and people accused Magic Heroines shouldn't go into fights in scantily-dressed clothes, people accuse Arthur of just charging recklessly and damaging their property, and they judge almost every hero.

And here lies Superman, who is almost irreproachable in ordinary times.

But that time, he blocked a magical attack for a man, which severely injured him, and the villain took this opportunity to control him——

But Batman stopped this just in time, and Superman didn't do any damage in that fight except for breaking one of Batman's ribs.

——People began to complain about Batman. They stood on the moral high ground, condescendingly accused Superman of negligence, accused Superman of hurting his comrades, accused Superman of being a monster, and even accused Superman of being useless.

Arthur could have held back his anger, but when he saw the accusation against Superman, he finally exploded, and he growled, "Why do these people stand in Batman's shoes? What right do they have to blame Superman for Batman? We saved them! But what did they give us in return!"

Batman calmly picked up the phone from the ground, and he reassured Arthur: "It's nothing."

"It's nothing? You just watch them accuse you like this? They clearly know that Superman is trying to save people..."

"I'm used to it."

Superman smiled and replied, "I have super hearing. If I cared about every bad opinion in the world about me, I would be living a mess by now."

"It's nothing." Superman gestured at Arthur: "Not everyone is like this."

But it was too late for Batman to remind, Shazam's spell had already been uttered. As we all know, Shazam is a serious mage, and a decent mage means that he cannot be called a fighter.

What does a decent mage look like?They often stand behind the warriors and get the maximum output by chanting spells. It's not that they like to stand for output, but because chanting spells requires extremely concentrated attention-all magic with major lethality requires this.

During this period, the mage is like a weak rabbit, he is the target of the fire... Oh, there is one exception, the second prince of Asgard, no one can deny his superb magic, but he He is always too lazy to use his magic seriously. When the situation is better, he will go up and fight the enemy with two small knives.

Shazam recited the spell, and mysterious light beams burst out like iron chains, attacking Superman in all directions, but Clark's speed was faster. He exerted a little force, and instantly appeared at the speed of light. In front of Shazam, he swung his fist heavily and knocked Shazam out, making Shazam unable to move.

And Clark didn't give him any chance to breathe. At this moment, he took out the bat dart that could infect them, and thrust it into Shazam's chest!

Shazam took two steps back in disbelief. He covered the wound with his hand and stared at Clark with no expression. Xia won No.1, and when Superman from another world really stood opposite him, he suddenly understood why those villains are always afraid of the kind Superman.

In front of the infinite power, whether they are mortals or gods, they can only tremble under this power. This is the most primitive and natural kind of terror that has nothing to do with the personality of the user.

How strong would a superman with no bottom line and no weaknesses be?

Shazam's face turned livid, his body began to tremble, and a layer of darkness quickly cast over his eyes. The world he saw began to turn blood red, and there was a sound of something cracking in his heart. Clark smiled and helped Holding Shazam, he stabbed the bat dart into Shazam's wound again, at the same position, but this time he didn't take out the bat dart.

"It's yours." Clark showed a warm smile, "You are welcome to be a member of us."

Shazam suddenly stood still, and his movements became mechanical. After he finished moving his hands and feet stiffly, he suddenly roared and rushed straight up, knocking out Wonder Woman who was fighting Clark. And fight with Diana.

"Whose turn is it next?" Clark questioned in a statement tone.

As he said that, he took out another bat dart from the box. It was different from other bat darts. This bat dart had a green glow all over it—it was made of kryptonite.

Superman struggled to his feet, trying to prevent Clark from sinking the Batarang into himself while trying to defeat the all-conquering white Superman, which sounded like a fantasy.

Bruce, who was locked in the glass cage, suddenly laughed, and he praised softly: "Oh...Clark, you never let me down."

Bruce knew both Supermen could hear what he was saying, and he pursed his lips sarcastically, "Batman? I thought you'd be more interesting, I wanted to play a game of parity, but you've only Made me feel uninterested."

Bruce was so bored that he yawned, "Is that all?"

"No." Batman said suddenly, "That's it."

The old director was very dissatisfied that Batman's attention was diverted to other places, and he continued to say: "This is the greatest plan in the world, and we are witnessing an unprecedented—"

Batman let go of Gordon, who was struggling under his hands, "There's nothing mysterious about it."

He stood up straight, holding the syringe that was stuck on Clark not long ago, "There are not many things that can do this."

He said coldly that the needle tube was filled with red liquid at this time, and he flicked the needle tube lightly, "It's just a clown virus."

"I don't need to think about the ingredients of this thing, Bruce, I'm also you, I'm not unfamiliar with this thing—" He shook the syringe again, watching with satisfaction the tiny air bubbles rising from the bottom.

"Mix a little more dark matter." Batman sneered. "You got dark metal, and you haven't dared to take that thing off since then. You need to use it to know what everyone thinks. I don't know if this will bring you something. Get a little pathetic security."

He rolled his lips: "Then you mixed the dark matter of the dark multiverse into the clown virus, and then manipulated others through it." Then, Batman shook his head, "I know that Lex is synthesizing the antidote, and you Watching him joke all the time, you're sure he won't find out what the hell this is—"

Batman stared at the void in front of him, and he also knew that Bruce had been watching him and listening to him, "And I don't need to think about what those are, I just need a sample, a thoroughly human identity, nothing superfluous sample of something."

"..."

Bruce narrowed his eyes and fell silent.

"Thanks for calling Gordon over." Batman sighed softly: "It seems that even if you look crazy, there are only a few people you will choose to trust."

"You'll just let Gordon over, Bruce, there's no difference between you and Gordon, you're just human."

"Similarly, the inverse equation researched through Gordon's blood can naturally undo your manic laughter." Batman said unquestionably, his tone sounded gentle and compassionate, and he knew that his other self would do it when he returned to normal. something.

Batman overlooked Director Gordon who was lying on the ground. Director Gordon was watching him silently. Unlike the weird eloquence during the previous fight, Batman also looked back at him silently. Gordon suddenly showed a weird smile , he took a gun from the inside pocket of his coat.

In previous battles, he had never pulled it out, but now he pulled out this gun.

"Is it over?" the old director asked.

"Are you finished?"

He pointed the gun in his hand to Batman's chest, "Old man... Batman, do you know how much I hate your stuff? You can never let me finish my sentence!"

"You never! Every time! You disappeared before I finished speaking!"

The old director's chest heaved violently, and he was so angry that he said, "Never...never...even at times like this! You have to interrupt me!"

Batman quickly plunged the syringe into the old director's neck. Seeing that the old director's breathing gradually became steady, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"What's wrong with your virus?" Batman asked.

"..." Bruce was silent.

"I never knew he had such a big opinion of it," Batman said.

"Neither did I," Bruce said flatly.