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

Gotham City, GCPD rooftop.

Standing in front of the familiar bat light, Bruce held out his hand cherishingly and caressed this weather-beaten old friend. He touched the edge of the bat light and felt the rust stains on it. Bruce pressed his fingers on the rust vigorously. Rubbed a bit.

"Are you going to light it?" Clark asked.

"Do you want to light it up?" Bruce asked back, "I don't know if I want to."

Bruce withdrew his hand, and looked at the black cloth covered by the bat lamp, which seemed a little crooked. He tugged at the discordant corner, feeling a sense of heaviness in his heart for no reason.

Bruce pondered: "I should light it up, but I don't know why, but I'm a little afraid of it..."

"Maybe you're terrified this is the last time you light it?"

Bruce turned around suddenly, his breathing was a little unsteady, but he calmed down quickly, and Bruce waved towards Clark.

"Why?" Clark stood there vigilantly, he still looked expressionless, but revealed a little unhappiness for no reason.

Bruce sighed, "I didn't think so."

"what?"

"I didn't expect you to have so much self-awareness." Bruce replied: "Under normal conditions, you should be like Shazam, but the way you think now makes me feel very novel."

"I agree with your point of view, this world should not exist." Clark said coldly, "But it is also my own point of view, not instilled by you."

Bruce stared at him for a while, with interest in his eyes: "As you please." Then, he pulled the black cloth off, revealing the simple and unpretentious lamp. A small bat was inlaid on it, Bruce pressed the switch, and dazzling light burst out immediately, those lights were projected over the sky of Gotham, a bat phantom appeared in the beam of light, and the fog blurred it The shape of it seems to be a little bit more like claws and claws for no reason.

"bat!"

"It's a bat light!"

"Hide away!"

The streets and alleys of Gotham seemed to have been suddenly hit by the stop button. The crowd froze for an instant, and then broke out into even greater commotion in an instant!In those places where the lights were shining, decent people began to cover their pockets and run away quickly, and in those places covered by shadows all day long, those dirty and disgusting little mice also waited for the opportunity to move around.

"Mom, the bat light is on!"

At the door of a house with a warm and beautiful appearance, there is an innocent little girl, she wears furry clothes, and her clear eyes seem to be full of happiness. She points to the phantom bat in the sky with one hand, and pulls it with the other Mother's clothes corner, "It's a bat light!"

The mother glanced at her child worriedly, and she barely showed a comforting smile: "Little Anna, yes, when we see the bat lights, we must remember to hide."

"Why?" The little girl looked at her mother ignorantly.

The mother lowered her eyes, "That means...disaster." The woman trembled, locked the doors and windows hastily, and pulled down the thick curtains. She hid in the bedroom with the little girl in her arms.

"What are we going to do now?" the little girl asked.

"Pray..." the woman muttered in a trembling voice, "Pray that Batman won't lose this time..."

Clark suddenly cast a glance in the direction of the mother and daughter, and quickly looked away. His frozen heart melted again, "What are you going to do next?"

Bruce's voice is low, he sounds like Batman again now...

"Let's go visit my old friend first..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and the black mist flowed and solidified on Bruce's body again. They swirled and wove into the ominous armor, and the surrounding air became cold, and the GCPD was dirty. On the dim roof, the armor woven with iron and blood seemed to absorb the darkness of Gotham. Bruce lowered his head to stare at his gorgeous and frantic uniform, and he took out a blindfold.

The eye mask glowed with a cold metal light, and the sharp corners looked extremely cold. Bruce put it on with a smile. In an instant, the world lost its color and turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Beside Bruce, Clark's pure white figure stood quietly, his snow-white cape shaking slightly.

Light and shadow, light and darkness, crime and hope, they are unified at this moment like never before.

The atmosphere in Arkham became more and more tense, a strange tense atmosphere filled the lunatic asylum, the guards clenched the weapons in their hands, and the lunatics on the outermost layer had already started laughing, they excitedly They beat on the iron door that closed them, making a bang bang sound.

"It's time!" Their eyes showed madness without exception, they yearned for chaos and freedom.

But in the lunatic asylum, those lunatics who should have been restless were unprecedentedly calm. They naturally also learned the news that the bat lamp was lit again, but this time, no one was in a relaxed and happy mood, trembling and sane. The unclear Scarecrow is still babbling in Arkham's small room, and the Freezing Man is still inserted with a tube. His injuries are too serious, and he has not yet recovered to the point where he can walk independently——

The clown drooped his eyelids, and tossed the cards in his hand randomly. He tossed the cards casually, and suddenly and swiftly pinched the card with two fingers, covering the face of the card with his other hand.

"What do you think this is?" He stretched out his pale hand and approached the Riddler.

The Riddler looked at the lunatic, he pretended to be calm, but his fingers trembled nervously——

No one is willing to answer the clown's question, because there is no answer to that question at all, and whether you can get away from him intact depends entirely on his mood.

"I don't know," replied the Riddler.

The clown glanced at the Riddler blankly. He moved the hand covering it, and a joke card appeared between his fingers. The kid in funny clothes and a pointed hat was grinning.

"It's a joker," said the clown listlessly.

He ignored the Riddler, just looked at the card quietly, thinking calmly.

He made a decision.

He glanced back at the villains in Arkham, everyone was busy with their own business, no one noticed him, and he walked into the room that belonged to him.

"Who is it?" The guards raised their guns and pointed their black muzzles at Bruce. Bruce raised his hand slightly, and Clark had knocked out everyone without his order.

"They just passed out," Bruce said.

"There's no need to kill them," Clark replied.

Bruce nodded. He passed the lunatics who were staring at him expectantly, without giving them any attention, and went straight to the depths of Arkham, where there was a huge steel building isolated from the outside world. into a large cage.

Bruce stood at the door politely, stretched out his hand, and knocked rhythmically on the door.

The cage was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Is there no one to open the door for me?" Bruce asked, "Then I'll just go in."

Bruce's pale hand pressed the door lock. He wanted to open the door that was locked in layers. He just fiddled with his fingernails——

A loud bang.

Clark exerted a little force, and the heavy steel door fell obediently like a leaf, hitting the ground heavily.

"Let's go," Clark said softly, not looking at Bruce.

Bruce smiled softly and walked in. For a while, everyone in the room focused on him, and there was no sound in the room. They looked at Bruce quietly, like puppets.

Bruce laughed out loud: "This is the first time I've seen you so quiet."

"So clever." He snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound made Penguin shrink back in fright.

"Don't be afraid." Bruce said softly, "I'm here this time to give you a chance."

No one answered him, Bruce took a step forward in dissatisfaction, "I hate singing one-man shows..." He said softly, and suddenly became irritable, "You know how to be a qualified audience, right!"

The penguin clapped his hands tremblingly, he struggled to squeeze out a terrified smile, his eye circles were slightly red, it was from being frightened, "I am happy to serve you."

"That's right." Bruce smiled, "I have a card here, you can draw a card from my hand, if that card looks beautiful, then congratulations, you will be free."

"What if you don't look good?" The double-faced man asked hoarsely.

Bruce gave him a positive look, "Harvey, you've always been a handsome guy, so you don't have to worry about that." He slowly walked up to the double-faced man and patted him on the shoulder: "But if you look It doesn't look good...then go to hell."

Bruce calmly walked to the upper part of the room. Arkham was first used as a serious madhouse, and the design really had some taste. He looked around the crowd critically, and stretched out his hand. The fan-shaped card in his hand was facing upwards. One knows what one is getting.

"Who was the first?"

Bane walked up suddenly, without the blessing of venom behind him, he looked like a taller man.

"I'll do it." He said gruffly, and walked up to Bruce, without reaching out to draw the cards.

"Hurry up." Bruce urged, and Bane suddenly looked up at Bruce. He exerted a little force on his arms. At some point, the venom tube was inserted into his blood vessel again, and the muscles on his body swelled in an instant, as if A small mountain covers Bruce tightly, and Bruce is extremely small against it.

"Why should I listen to you?" Bane roared loudly, "I'm going to break your spine again! This time you don't even have a chance to stand up!"

"Oh..." Bruce frowned slowly.