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

"You... Bruce?"

Tim called softly, he realized that under the cruel shell of Batman, there was still a blunt and soft Bruce. Bruce may not realize that when the pure Bruce personality comes online, he will become Very easy to talk about.

"Huh?" Bruce looked up, his eyes were still dark green, but Tim seemed to see a touch of blue in them, he seemed to see the Bruce who had been struggling to resist.

"Ha..." Batman gasped, "I understand."

There was abnormal excitement in his voice: "I've never felt so good...Those damned rules, morality, humanity...It feels like this after throwing them away." Batman opened his arms, his head Raised high, the corners of the mouth raised exaggeratedly.

He suddenly became calm, "The gun that hit you earlier."

"I never understood why the bullet that hit you was the same one that killed Martha when you were shot before."

"now I understand."

"Yeah." Bruce took out an old-style gun from behind: "That's it."

"You carry it with you all the time..." Batman said, "It's a symbol of weakness and cowardice. As the uncrowned kings of Gotham, the Wayne family could have been spared death if they were willing to give up the corrupt and wrong Rules! Gotham needs order! And I can give it this right now..."

His voice became soft and deep again: "I really have to thank you...Thank you for letting me know how wonderful this feeling is."

Batman said, he picked up the clown on the ground, "As you wish."

Bruce smiled: "You're much crazier than me now."

He supported the stone wall and stood up. The wound shot by Little Jason just now was healing rapidly. Bruce finally said a word to Little Jason: "Son, don't stay here."

"I won't do that." Little Jason managed to keep his voice from trembling so much, "I still have a lot of things I don't understand..."

The Laughing Bat didn't bother to cast a glance at him, Bruce stood up, picked up the pair of eyepatch that had been knocked down, and put it on his eyes indifferently.

"Oh... I was almost fooled by you." Bruce laughed: "When did you inject that serum into your body?"

"Serum?" Tim looked at Batman, and the tiny hope in his heart was blazing.Batman didn't answer him, just walked forward step by step, "Batman will always win." He laughed: "And I will be the winner in the end."

When the atmosphere became more and more tense, Superman moved, and his speed was so fast that he forcibly tore off the iron chain in Bruce's hand, and Superman quickly entangled Batman with the iron chain.

He yelled at Tim, "Red Robin!"

Tim understood, he rushed over and grabbed little Jason by the collar, and before little Jason could react, he was already sitting in Tim's arms.

Superman went back and picked up the clown on the ground. He hugged Batman in his arms, wrapped Tim in the other hand, and roughly carried the clown on his shoulders, flying to the top of his head.

These actions happened before the lightning and flint, Superman flew straight up, he slammed into the Batcave like a cannonball, and then left through the hole.

Bruce didn't try to stop them. Rather, he knew everything when he put on the n-metal blindfold. Dick tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"No...don't you chase?" His tongue was still a little stiff, which made his words intermittent. "Jason..."

Bruce glanced at him: "No need."

He threw his weight on Dick and leaned against him weakly, "Take me out."

Dick didn't move, he stood there stubbornly, repeating stubbornly: "Jason."

Bruce didn't respond to him this time, he just looked up, a hole that was knocked out by Superman before went straight to the ground, the moonlight came for the first time in the dark bat cave, and it shone on Dick, making Dick's face appear He became paler and paler.

"You'll see him again."

Bruce reached out and touched Dick's face, "I promise."

"I'll take you back." Bruce added in his mind.

Bruce coughed, and he covered his mouth with his hand, but when he removed his hand, his palm was blood red.

Dick's eyes were confused and full of helplessness. He suddenly realized that the existence of Bruce was no longer a matter of course, but his language ability had not yet fully recovered, so he could only grab Bruce's hand and shake it worriedly.

"I'm fine." Bruce smiled, "There's still time."

Dick quietly helped Bruce out of the Batcave. There was no shortcut for them. They could only walk out step by step along the long and dark path. In the darkness, Dick could hear Bruce panting softly. , his breathing became slow and oppressive.

Clark watched the two people come out of the hole. He was floating in the air. Wayne Manor is located on the outskirts of Gotham. The air here is not as dirty as in Gotham City. It is fresh and cold. When the weather is good, you can see the stars. .

But now the weather is very good, the haze has gradually dissipated, behind a lone cloud, the bright moon shines light, the clear brilliance fills the universe, Clark's white figure looks even more sacred under the moonlight, his face is expressionless, Like a statue, but the handsome outline makes him look inexplicably solemn.

Bruce raised his head, and he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, as if trying to grab that unreachable figure.

But the god fell from the sky, he came to the world, and stayed beside a mortal.

"What?" Clark asked.

Bruce looked at Clark with an indescribable emotion in his eyes, "It's nothing." He looked away from Clark, "You didn't stop them."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

"I just don't want to." Clark replied calmly.

Bruce smiled inexplicably, and he said: "It's nothing."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky again, where the huge moon hung there quietly.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight," Bruce said.

"Oh... God!" The old butler was walking around the room uneasily. When he heard the door lock click lightly, he rushed to meet him. When he saw Batman, he stared uneasily. Eyes, immediately, he noticed the clown.

"A clown?"

Superman nodded, "The Joker shot himself, and the virus in his heart infected B, but before coming to Gotham, B synthesized the antidote serum from Director Gordon's blood."

"Then why isn't Master Bruce getting any better?"

"Dosage." Superman turned away in a hurry, and he handed a syringe with a little reagent remaining to the old butler. "Time is running out." He said, and he began to install a set of dreadful devices on Batman. There were many syringes attached to it, his hand trembled slightly, then became steady again, and he pushed the syringe into Batman's bone marrow methodically.

"It might hurt a little bit," he said.

The old butler had entered the molecular formula of the liquid into the computer, and the detoxification serum was quickly synthesized. After the last syringe was inserted into Batman's body, the serum flowed into Batman's body along the pipeline in an instant.

Batman frowned slightly, and he opened his eyes. "The clown is still alive," he said.

Suddenly, he struggled violently, he broke free from the device on his body, and stumbled to the side of the clown: "What do you know!"

The clown suddenly opened his eyes strangely, and his heart was still gurgling blood: "You know, Bruce, one last smile."

"The last laugh?!" The old butler took a step back, "Master..."

"He wants to infect the whole of Gotham." Tim blurted out, he possessed himself and tapped on the console, and a network with complicated lines was projected.

"This is the water supply system of Gotham City. The last laugh can cut off all the waterways and choose one to connect it to a secret cistern. This is a safety device. If one day Gotham is like it was hundreds of years ago Deep in the plague..."

"You can put the antidote in the reservoir." Little Jason said: "But now another Batman can put the virus in it."

"We've got to stop him," Tim said, "but we've got to figure out which waterway he's going to use."

"But he's crazy!" Superman paced irritably. "He's so confused we can't guess what he's thinking! He's crazier than a clown!"

"No." Batman said.

"It's all fake. It's just his disguise. He is highly rational. He knows exactly what he is doing. He just deliberately shows aimlessness and chaos."

Superman stared blankly at Batman, "Is he also a showman?"

Batman sighed speechlessly, he didn't know why Kryptonians always make some serious things funny, he continued: "He has a goal, and everything he's doing now is for that goal Service, he has the plans, he executes them methodically, one by one, he's no different than me except he loses the bottom line."

Superman was silent for a while, and then said happily: "It's a good thing you didn't become like that."

"I need to be like that." Batman sat down, he put his hand on his chin, and meditated: "When I was infected, I clearly understood his thoughts, that kind of anger and sadness all the time , that maddening pain, he has no other thoughts, Clark, I must admit, I've been suppressing myself."

Batman stopped talking, he recalled the situation when he was infected by the virus, and he realized the difference between himself and Bruce——

Bruce has purpose, he doesn't.

This is very strange. The Laughing Virus can destroy Batman's moral code, change his behavior habits, and even change his life goals. Apart from these, there is no change. When he is infected, he feels an extreme sense of emptiness. This feeling of emptiness almost destroyed him. In order to fill it, he desperately wanted to do something, saying that he simply wanted to win.

So how did Bruce have a goal?

Batman was lost in thought, and he realized that this was the key to everything.