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

"The effect looks good." Batman squatted down, he watched Director Gordon's expression become stable, the old director no longer looked crazy and evil, Batman had to admit, compared to seeing People close to and trusted by him laughed wildly, and he was more willing to go to Apocalypse to find Darkseid one-on-one.

"Bruce?"

"It's me." Batman nodded. "What do you think? Can you remember anything else?"

Gordon's expression froze for a moment, and he got up from the ground in a hurry, with a terrified expression: "Brother...Gotham!"

The gun in his hand fell to the ground, but he didn't care about it at all. Commissioner Gordon was pale and said dryly: "I ordered the police to guard all the exits of Gotham. No one can leave this city."

"No one has any objections?"

Batman looked up at the fierce battle overhead, "No one?"

"No."

Gordon touched his face, "They cooperated amazingly, without any disturbance or change."

Batman thought for a moment, "I see." He looked up at Superman and yelled, "Superman!"

Superman understood, and he wanted to get away and take Batman away. Suddenly, Clark's attack became so hard and heavy that he couldn't get away for a while.

"Tell me what to do!" After Diana resisted Shazam's attack with her wrist guard, she turned her head with difficulty: "What's going on here!"

"I don't have time to say anything. We must leave immediately and go back to Gotham. If we are slow, the world will start from Gotham and gradually become a wasteland."

"You know it's too late, why do you want to go back?" Bruce said suddenly.

"As long as I go back, it will never be too late."

"Okay." Bruce smiled, "After all, it's fun to be evenly matched."

"Clark," Bruce called.

The white Superman was stunned suddenly, and he froze there for a moment, and Superman took advantage of this opportunity, grabbed Batman and Director Gordon on the ground, and flew out quickly.

Clark didn't move, he just stood there.

"Oh... sorry, I said I'm used to it, don't care about it." Bruce shrugged.

"Kal-El."

"..." Clark looked like a robot whose start button had been pressed. He regained his faithful and steady appearance, and whispered, "I know what I should do."

Bruce shook his head leisurely, "You don't know."

"I won't allow you to make up your own mind anymore, come and pick me up now." He looked cold and said indifferently, "I've been waiting for you in this ghost place for so long, but do you come here only after I give an order?"

"...I see." The God-like and terrifying Superman just now disappeared, and he agreed to Bruce's request dejectedly, but from the bottom of his heart, the intense sense of resistance continued to reveal his existence, and Clark looked really Like a downcast golden retriever.

"So they won't kneel down on one knee to call master!" The corner of Superman's mouth twitched angrily in flight. He heard all the communication between Bruce and Clark, which reminded him of when he was disguised as Clark before, even though he knew it now It was a failed masquerade.

But the sense of shame still lingered in his heart for a long time. After Superman waited for Batman and Green Lantern to finish talking, and arranged a prison meal, he couldn't help but muttered: "You like this too ?"

Batman looked at him like a fool: "Which one are you referring to?"

He looked at the flushed Superman: "When I was Bruce Wayne, I didn't reject people calling me master."

Superman felt his ears burning, and he looked forward uncomfortably: "There's nothing to say about this..." Then, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Batman, "But you owe me one."

"Fool." Batman shook his head speechlessly.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

Bruce stared at the thin man not far away, he lowered his head tiredly, "I really don't want to see you."

Lex Luthor pushed open the door, and no one knew how he broke through layers of defense and entered the core area of ​​the watchtower——

He also brought more than one person, and his subordinates followed behind him, maintaining a respectful posture of service. Lex made a gesture to them, and his subordinates obediently dispersed like a tide, and closed the door intimately.

Lex looked up at Bruce who was being hoisted high, he took a few steps forward without a sound, walked to the front of the glass cage, and knocked on the glass with his hand.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Bruce pouted, "This gesture?" He raised his eyes and looked at Lex: "Ha... Lex Luthor will feel frustrated one day?"

He laughed: "Tell me... If you can make me feel that this day can be a little more interesting, how about hearing about your transaction?"

Lex sat cross-legged in front of Bruce, he shook his head: "Tell me the molecular formula of the Laughing Virus."

"That's it?" Bruce leaned forward.

He shook his head: "It's not a secret, especially for you."

Lex crossed his fingers and rested his chin on his hands. He shook his head, "It's not those ordinary models. What I want is the original and most original sample virus."

Lex stood up suddenly, and he put his hand on the identification part of the glass prison cell. To his surprise, the cell did not open as he wished, but instead turned on a red light, and the alarm sounded beeping .

"Wrong palm print?" He frowned and looked at Bruce suspiciously.

"Batman thought of this." Bruce turned his head away boredly, "You have to enter the password."

Lex was silent for a moment. He took out an octopus-like mechanical device from his pocket, stuck it on the outer wall of the glass cell, then took out the terminal and pressed it. After setting the blasting program, he bowed to Bruce. He made a bow, and his posture was extremely exaggerated.

"Good luck."

He stepped abruptly out of the room and closed the door, his men watching Lex restlessly staring at the seconds on the terminal for no reason.

"...2...1" A loud noise came from the house.

Lex waited for a few seconds, pushed the door and went in, the room was covered with scorching marks, the glass cage was shattered, only one base stood there intact, and its cover was deformed and out of shape, lying in tatters on Lex's body. at his feet.

Lex's expression twisted, and he restrained himself well again, "Kryptonians."

Clark turned his head away, and he muttered: "I think it's better for you to be bald."

Bruce clapped his hands, and the crisp voice attracted Lex's attention, "Ex-boyfriend?" He sighed artificially: "Is Superman a bone that you will never get?"

Lex looked away from Clark's face, "The result of the transaction?"

"That depends on how big your chips are."

Bruce's face suddenly darkened, "We still have a debt to settle."

Lex was a little dazed, "If Damian could be like his grandfather instead of sticking to the teachings of another you, there wouldn't be so many troubles now."

"That's a shame," Bruce replied.

"But you really can't die, can you?" Lex said abruptly, "Although Superman is here, most people would think that Superman saved you."

He paused and looked at Bruce inquiringly: "You really are a complete monster."

Bruce raised the corners of his mouth and showed a cold smile, "But I don't like pain."

He suddenly took out a gun, walked over step by step, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Lex's nose, "Say something that satisfies me."

Bruce put his head gently on Lex's shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and in front of Lex's ear, said in a gentle tone that dripped water, as if treating a lover: "Otherwise, you just wait Blow your head."

"No chips."

"Huh?" Bruce lowered his head and buried his face in the crest of Lex's neck. With his other hand, he stroked Lex's soft golden hair, which made Bruce a little itchy.

"No bargaining chip." Lex stood up straight, he pushed Bruce coldly, and stared into his eyes, "It's you, you should worry about yourself."

"How?" Bruce asked with a smile, his gun hand still resting firmly on Lex's face.

"The master you serve—Barbatos." Lex read the name clearly.

"Go on." Bruce said softly.

"Master of the Dark Multiverse, after you slaughtered your world, you joined him in his conquest, a team of Batmen as fallen as you, each with a mission to fulfill, and that is to serve Baba The coming of Toth opens the window to the world."

"But you didn't do anything."

"You have been in this world for so long, apart from frightening a few Arkham's minions, and being imprisoned here without any future, what else have you done?"

Bruce smiled with interest: "I know you are smart, and you are."

He circled Lex, "How did you know Barbatos would be angry?"

"Because I have contacted him and gained his trust."

Hearing this, Clark, who had been turning his face sideways with an unhappy expression, also looked at Lex in surprise, but when he saw Bruce, he turned his head away again.

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Bruce shook his head, looked at Lex carefully, licked his lips, and blinked again, showing a look of surprise: "Oh... I didn't expect that."

"so?"

Bruce didn't answer directly, he walked over and pointed the gun at Lex's chin, "I can kill you now too."

"Please feel free." Lex closed his eyes.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and he pulled the trigger—

Click!

A small bunting popped from the muzzle of the gun, and Bruce straightened up.

"I agree to your request."

"It's a deal." Lex emphasized.