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

Tim still kept the posture in front of Batman, and Bruce didn't bother to urge him, just stood there quietly, waiting for Tim's answer.

"Do not."

Tim thought for a moment, "I don't want to."

Bruce's shoulders slumped slightly, and he looked down, but didn't look surprised.

"Why?" Bruce asked.

Tim stared at Bruce, he wasn't as vigilant as before, he could tell Bruce had lost interest, he really just wanted to know the answer.

Bruce stares at Tim's young face, his personality is different from his brother's, which makes his role often overlooked, but there is no doubt that he is indispensable.

"...I don't know either." Surprisingly, Tim gave such an answer.

"Maybe it started out as a yearning for Batman and Robin, and after deducing their identities, I couldn't wait to do something..."

"Then?"

"I admit, Bruce is not an easy person to get along with, and I wanted to fight him more than once, but..."

There is a firm light in Tim's eyes: "He is my family now, and I regard him as my father, so I choose to stand by his side and fight for the common ideal. Woolen cloth?"

"Just because he's Bruce, nothing else, that's all," Tim replied.

Batman behind Tim was about to lose his mind. He stabbed the spike on his arm into his other arm deeply, trying to wake himself up through the pain. He tightly covered his mouth with his other hand , trying not to let myself laugh.

"So it is."

Bruce sighs, thinking of another Tim—his own, of the day he called everyone into the Batcave, trying to sound the alarm.

But what did he do?Bruce smiled bitterly. He set up an ambush. No one would believe that he would shoot at them. He still remembers their eyes.

Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Stephanie...

Jason was the most vigilant of them all. Red Hood shot himself, but was a step too slow. The bullet that flew out of his gun hit the ceiling of the Batcave.

Bruce covered his face, what did he do, but he had no room to retreat, except to try to defeat that great existence and briefly use the authority that belonged to him, there was no way to restore it, and there was no way to change it own mistake.

"You don't have to, Bruce..." Tim took a tentative step forward, "We can help you."

Batman suddenly stood up from the ground, he looked a little crazier than Bruce, "Ha...hahaha!" Without any warning, he rushed forward, and this time Batman had the upper hand.

It's not because he suddenly became powerful, it's just that Batman gave up using moves that could avoid killing the enemy, which would have added a lot of burden to him. His moves are deadly now, and every move is deadly. Bruce also had to do his best to deal with Batman.

He still has more things to do, he can't die at this time.

Tim flipped the mechanism in the Batcave, the ground cracked piece by piece, he tried to separate the two Batmen who were fighting—

It didn't do them any good, and if his own Batman really crossed that bottom line, he wouldn't forgive himself when he woke up.

Superman finally broke through Clark's shackles. His eyes were almost bloodshot, and the sight that could melt everything hit Clark's uniform. Even the armor of the Extremis virus could not resist such divine power.

Clark hesitated suddenly, and his eroded feelings came back a little, and Clark's hesitation also played a huge role. He also heard Batman's laughter in the cave, and the sound awakened his worst nightmare.

He also used to be like this Superman, after receiving a communication from Bruce, he ran out of the Daily Planet in a hurry, and had a light joke with Bruce on the way—

Until he entered the watchtower, it was a hell on earth, his friends were lying there bloody, and opposite was a Bruce with a gun.

Bruce grinned grimly, "I've never felt so good about myself."

He kidnapped Martha and Jonathan frantically, how could he!

Clark's chest kept rising and falling, and he still doesn't want to recall that scene. He put Martha and Jonathan at the two ends of the balance, and let himself choose which one to save. He synthesized a piece of black kryptonite, which made He mistook Martha and Jonathan for his enemies—

Clark's throat was choked, yes, he killed his adoptive father and adoptive mother with his own hands, and Bruce was laughing at the side, laughing cruelly, he couldn't remember what happened after that, anyway, he was just drifting around On the land that has become wasteland.

Until that day, Bruce restrained his maniacal laughter, his expression was high and desperate.

"Clark!" he yelled frantically, "I still have a way! I still have a chance to get everything back on track!"

"..." Clark was exhausted, he just cast a silent glance at Bruce.

"This world is not like this..." Bruce said, his eyes sparkling, "I see, I need your help, one last time, help me to correct my mistakes."

"Ah... well." Clark sighed, "But look at what I have become, I am like a ghost, I have almost lost all my abilities."

He reached out and wiped his eyes, where blood dripped all the time, "Look, I'm almost dead."

Bruce pursed his lips tightly, and there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, shining brightly, "You'll be fine."

Bruce waved his hand, and he condensed a cloud of black mist, "I have gained unprecedented power, but during time travel, I will always lose most of my sanity."

"Clark, I need an anchor," Bruce begged.

"If I do something wrong again, this time I hope you can stop me. After I am changed by these forces again, only you can stop me."

"Okay." Clark agreed, and then he felt a beam of warm light hitting himself, and that feeling made him sink into a dream. When he woke up, he found that the pain on his body was gone, and he stretched out his hand , but only saw a furry paw.

"Wow!" He called out, and two little birds landed in front of him, chirping in response. Bruce reached out and put the little birds in his pocket cherishingly.

"Let's go."

In front of them is a black hole with a storm of time and space, and they will be injured if they are not careful, but behind them is a desolate world. , there is no choice.

"Stay away from him!" Superman flipped Bruce over, he was thrown out heavily and fell to the ground, the hard gravel hurt him so much that he couldn't move for a while.

"Ha...Clark...Clark..." Bruce muttered the name, he thought of his Superman, he knew that Clark still hadn't chosen to be on his side, Bruce lay flat on the ground, watching the bats above his head flying in a panic Come and fly.

"You shouldn't be here." Bruce reached out, and he took out a black stone from a slot in his belt, and threw it at Superman.

Superman froze suddenly, and his eyes turned red again, which was different from the color when the heat vision was ready, but red like blood.

"Tick tock, tick tock." Superman lowered his head blankly. He saw blood spots on Batman's face, but he didn't know where it came from.

Tim tensed all his muscles suddenly. He looked at Superman whose eyes were dripping with blood. He didn't know what to say for a while, but his hesitation was only for a moment. He immediately recalled the first time he encountered a laughing man. His last few words when he was bat.

"Don't let the Kryptonians touch this black kryptonite. Its function is to make them kill their most important people."

Superman has already stretched out his hand towards Batman's neck, his hand slowly wraps around Batman's neck, and gradually exerts force——

"Clark!" Tim yelled, trying to distract Superman as he rummaged around anxiously.

Superman turned a deaf ear, his expression was extremely cold, that expression was like when he was fighting General Zod - he really wanted to kill Batman.

"Wake up!" Tim has never been so grateful to fate. He worked overtime to study black kryptonite. Just an hour ago, he successfully developed a reagent that can counteract its effect. He took out the reagent in fear, This thing hasn't been tested for any duplicates yet.

He could only smash the reagent on the ground, the liquid in the transparent glass flowed out, and then vaporized into a cloud of smoke, enveloping Superman and Batman.

"How do you feel?" Tim covered his mouth and nose, and he squatted far away, hiding behind a boulder, only showing a pair of eyes to observe them.

"Rao!" Superman shook his head. He lowered his head and found that he was pinching Batman's neck. Batman's face was pale and disfigured. After that, he let out a long breath.

Superman swallows dryly and looks gratefully at Tim, who can't imagine killing Batman himself - it all sucks.

Tim was relieved, he walked out from behind the stone in silence, and slowly approached Bruce, "You lost."

"boom!"

Bruce gasped, a pained look on his face, and he clutched his chest, where a bullet had just penetrated and lodged in his body.

"Who!" Tim felt his hairs stand on end in an instant, who else is hiding in the bat cave?He turned sharply to look behind him.

"It's me." Little Jason appeared in the depths of the Batcave, holding a gun steadily.