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

"Courage is commendable." Bruce stared at Bain, as if he was looking at a puppy who didn't know the heights of the world, and Bain was furious when he saw Bruce's eyes.

No one in Arkham interrupted him, they watched with cold eyes, and no one spoke, and everyone was waiting for a result—whether to choose to truly surrender to the Laughing Bat, the last time they were tied together unconsciously, When he woke up, he didn't have any means of escape, and Batman was really crazy.

But what about this time?

The villains observed Clark. They watched quietly and cautiously. They didn't understand why Superman would be on the side of the Laughing Bat. Anyone who can live here knows more or less about the Justice League. , it's no secret to them.

Bain grinned grimly: "I'm going to tear you into pieces! I'll tear you apart alive!!"

He clenched his fist and slammed it hard at Bruce. That fist cut through the air like a big rock and made a swishing sound. Bane didn't hold back his hand at all. This big man was surprisingly flexible. One moment, he will probably fall here, and he is also very confident about it, he knows that behind Batman's mask is a mortal without any ability - Bruce Wayne, he has no fear of Batman, after all, who would be afraid of a What about mortals?He also reached out to the Batcave under Wayne Manor, where he snapped Batman's spine, as he declared, "You're doomed to die here!"

Bruce shook his head, he sighed, put his hands in his pockets, dodged the attack briskly and nimbly, he was nimble like a slippery cat, Bane shot again and again, but he didn't even have the hem of Bruce's clothes hit.

Clark didn't move at all, but now he calmed down. He stood there firmly, watching Bain's futile attack with cold eyes, as if he wasn't the one who smashed the door open before.

"I admire your courage." Bruce whispered, he moved suddenly, he was as light as a leaf, Bruce took his hand out of his pocket, and he moved like lightning—

He leaned down a little, exerted strength on his toes, and in a split second, he was close to Bain. They were so close that Bruce frowned in disgust. He quickly reached out and grabbed Bain's sturdy body. With just a push of his arm, Bruce flew up into the air. He cleverly turned over Bain's shoulder and landed behind Bain--that mountain of meat that kept waving his arms like a tank. He stopped, he stood there sluggishly, motionless, there was a black liquid spurting out from his back, it was the tube through which Bane injected the venom into his body, and the tube was cut at both ends by a sharp knife.

Bruce didn't dodge the venom, and let them sprinkle on his body. The uniform made of mist was extremely tough, and nothing could destroy it. The black liquid gurgled down, corroding the ground one after another.

But this wasn't enough to stop Bane, and it wasn't his fatal injury. Bane suddenly lowered his head, and he looked at his chest in doubt—how could there be a hand sticking out there?

The hand was bloodless and frighteningly pale, and the nails were sharp and painted black. The hand looked thin and weak——

But a heart was held in that hand, and it was still beating rhythmically.

Bruce crushed it, and Bane's deflated body slowly fell forward——

Silent.

The villains of Arkham lined up in an instant. Not many of them were physically stronger than Bane, and not many of them thought they could dig out Bane's heart with bare hands in an instant.

Bruce withdrew his hand indifferently. He threw Bain's heart on the ground like trash, and stepped on it indifferently. Looking at the blood in his hand, he pulled out a black handkerchief in disgust, and wiped it carefully. The blood on the hands, even the nails were wiped clean.

Bruce looked up, "Can we start now?"

Penguin didn't say a word, this timid guy had the courage to draw cards first, but it's not surprising, he has always been a guy who judges the situation, he limped and walked forward Come on, hang your hand over the cards.

His fingertips were trembling slightly, and he suddenly realized that Batman really killed Bane, and he acted like he accidentally stepped on an ant.

"Coppert." Bruce patted Penguin's head, then rubbed it reassuringly, "Good boy."

Penguin closed his eyes slightly. He took a deep breath and pulled out a card.

"Three of Hearts." Bruce turned the cards over and glanced at them nonchalantly, "It's pretty good."

Penguin let out a long breath of relief.

"But..." Bruce prolonged the ending with a smile, and the penguin suddenly froze.

They looked at each other, the poor little penguin didn't even dare to take a breath, suddenly Bruce gestured for a shot - "Bang!" He imitated the sound of a bullet being fired perfectly.

Penguin's legs and feet went limp, and he sat on the ground tremblingly, trembling.

"Hahaha...ha..." Bruce laughed, and he suddenly became gentle and friendly again, "It's just a joke." He reached out to the penguin on the ground, "My good friend, get up."

The people in Arkham each drew a card, and they lined up in a line. Bruce walked past them like a general, looking at them carefully.

Suddenly, he pulled the safety catch of the gun, and at a speed that no one could react, he shot the pig-faced man between the eyebrows.

"Okay..." He giggled, ran to the door with exaggerated movements, opened the door, bent down deeply, and put on the appearance of a waiter in a restaurant, "Everyone, please."

Bruce smiled, watching the other villains that he had spent countless efforts to catch come out in a file. When the room became empty, the smile on his lips suddenly couldn't hold back, and Bruce's body shook twice.

"Clark," he called softly.

"..." Clark silently walked up to Bruce and stood beside him. Bruce looked at the white Superman, and he sat down slowly, whispering, "I'm a little sleepy."

Clark stared at Bruce like he had never seen this person before, the empty hall was empty, and Bruce looked strangely small.

Clark noticed that Bruce looked thin and pale, his thin cheekbones protruding high, his pale fingers well-knitted, he looked more like Bruce Wayne at this moment, and less like the spokesperson of chaos and evil just now, He sat on the ground with his head on his knees, and the beam of light from the skylight shone in front of him, but just avoided him.

Only then did Clark realize that when he first met Bruce in Arkham, he had lost a lot of weight. Maybe his heart was also tormented all the time like himself, maybe he was planning how to Invade this world--

He remembered not long ago, when he followed Bruce's call and rushed to the watchtower, the bomb exploded with intense light, and he flew down at the fastest speed, but only saw a tattered Bruce——

Fortunately, Bruce's body recovered quickly. Senbai's broken bones began to heal, and flesh and blood gradually covered them. The newly grown skin showed no signs of injury.

Only then did he know why all the old injuries on Bruce's body disappeared, and Clark thought, what happened to Bruce before he came to this world?He didn't want to admit it, even at this point, when he thought of that scene, his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm sleepy." Bruce is indeed not as good as he looks, he hasn't slept in a long time, his brain is running non-stop - and he missed too much school before, in this case Now, even the Laughing Bat can't last long. Rather, it's a miracle that he can last until now.

The power he uses is not his, and these incomparably powerful powers will bring him a heavy burden every moment.

"Take me to the Batcave, Clark." Bruce sighed, in a daze, he felt himself being hugged by a pair of strong hands, the embrace was cold but warm, and he felt even more tired.

Clark held Bruce in his arms, he was as light as a leaf, and would disappear when the wind blew, he carefully let Bruce rest his head on his chest, as soft as hugging a baby, there were two strands in his heart The forces were fighting, and he felt himself being torn in two.

But he still looked as solemn and solemn as a god. He floated up slowly, covered Bruce with the snow-colored cloak, and flew over Gotham at a slow and steady speed.

……

Dick changed into his Nightwing suit when he saw the bat lights come on, and he took stock of his gear.

"Master Richard." Afu held a domino mask, "You must seek help." The old butler said in a very heavy tone: "Falcone's men have begun to wreak havoc on the streets, and Arkham..."

Ah Fu felt that he couldn't breathe, he paused: "Master Bruce... I mean the one from before, he also came to Gotham, according to Arkham's information, all the villains have been released .”

His old butler's voice was a little unstable, and his tone became fierce: "Master Richard, I know Master Bruce, and I know what he will do. He is doing evil soberly, not to mention the far away situation you are facing now. He's not the only one...Damn it! I raised you! Not to watch you die one by one!"

It was the first time that the gentle and well-mannered old butler swears in front of Dick, and he tightly squeezed the mask.

"But somebody has to stop it," Dick said.