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

"Clark."

A thin layer of sweat oozes from Bruce's forehead. He is pale and slanted on an old chair.

They were in a noisy warehouse, and Bruce didn't choose the safe house under Batman's name, nor did he try to hide himself.

Rather, he hoped he would be found by Batman.

"What's wrong?" Clark seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, he straightened up and put down the bread in his hand.

"Have you ever thought about..." Bruce's voice was extremely soft, and he was about to disappear when he was blown by the wind, "What do you want to do when we return to our own world?"

Clark stared at Bruce's face. The dark white light bulb above the warehouse's head was blown by the wind and flickered twice. Bruce looked even thinner.

But Clark knew it was an illusion, that seemingly thin body contained unimaginable energy, and this energy was pure chaos and maliciousness, Bruce seemed to be a blindfolded person climbing a cliff, he had to fight Life keeps climbing, even if every step hurts him, but once he stops, he has no other way but to die.

Clark took another big bite of the bread, and while chewing, he mumbled, "I think I'll apply to Perry for a long vacation, and then go back to the farm in Kansas to spend a good harvest season."

Bruce hooked the corner of his mouth reluctantly, "Good idea."

Clark stood up, opened and closed his fingers slightly, hesitated for a while, he still chose to walk to Bruce, and as Clark approached, the muscles on his body tensed up.

Bruce patted Dick's forearm to comfort him: "You haven't rested for a long time, take a break, I'm here, it's okay."

Dick stared fixedly at Bruce, the muscles in his shoulders and neck gradually relaxed, and he yawned tiredly. He lowered his head, moved a little towards Bruce's direction, leaned on Bruce's leg, and closed his eyes.

Dick was already very sleepy. Indeed, an inhuman will could keep him awake for four consecutive days, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be tired. Clark looked at Dick, and he realized once again that the members of the Bat family were nothing more than mortals. .

Their performance always makes people involuntarily ignore this point, obviously they are also flesh and blood, as vulnerable as those they protect.

Clark lowered his voice: "What if we fail?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said in an unquestionable tone, "It's impossible."

"Batman always wins, and I believe that," Clark murmured, and he continued, "That's something we all believed in the past, Bruce, you always had so many backup plans, and this time What's there?"

Bruce nodded, "Indeed." He reached out and stroked Dick's somewhat knotted hair, and gently twirled it with his fingers.

Clark continued: "I trust you, Bruce, I trust what you said, and this is why I chose to come to this world, but I have never understood why you want to destroy this world, I have been convincing myself , this is one thing necessary in order to go home..."

He paused, as if his throat was blocked by something, but he continued: "I'm starting to wonder if this is a conspiracy now? Bruce, you can't tell me nothing and let me go trust you."

Bruce sighed: "You used to choose to trust me directly."

"Okay," he said. "You know we exist in a multiverse, and the existence of gods is no secret to us."

"The creator god of the multiverse is a really evil guy. Her name is Papetua. She originally wanted to create an evil and bloodthirsty multiverse, so that she would have more weapons against those high-dimensional gods."

Bruce's gaze flicked past Clark and drifted further afield. "I have no way of knowing or imagining the existence of those higher dimensions."

He smiled mockingly: "How ridiculous, a human being who may not live for 60 years should worry about those eternal existences..."

He shook his head slightly, and continued: "Her eldest son, the Founder of the World, created the World Furnace and stored all the multiverses in the Wantianyi, in which positive matter and antimatter created different universes respectively. The world we live in is called Earth-22, but the dark multiverse of antimatter has gone wrong from the beginning, and no matter how carefully we choose, they will sink into darkness and become dead."

"But I don't understand why I was chosen." Bruce looked down at his hands.

"I've never heard you say this!" Clark gritted his teeth, "I don't know anything, Bruce, and I'm sure no one knows, why don't you tell us this!"

"What's the use?" Bruce asked.

"Obviously you are the ones who leave the earth to go to the universe every day, but those damn things will always find me."

Clark stopped talking. On the one hand, he was annoyed by Bruce's stubbornness, and on the other hand, he felt guilty for his slowness. Sadness, resentment, helplessness and all kinds of messy emotions, these complex emotions twisted his heart , Bruce noticed Clark's tightly pursed lips.

Bruce smiled softly: "It's nothing." He reached out his hand to pat his companion like in the past, but he stretched his hand halfway, then retracted it, and he put his hand on his knee.

"A few years ago, a demon named Barbatos came to me." He narrated in a calm tone, "and he claimed to be my father."

"That's when I learned about it, and it overloaded my brain with this information, and it haunted me day and night."

"Barbatos is the master of the dark multiverse. He and his followers believe that I can... Forget it, there is nothing to say... Anyway, he promised me that as the master of the dark multiverse, he told me The energy of the universe is constant, and by smearing the rest of the multiverse with darkness, excess positive matter is freed up for Barbatos to use, thereby restoring our universe."

"So you became the vanguard officer of Barbatos?" Clark stared in disbelief. "The price of restoring our world is to make other worlds barren?"

Bruce nodded calmly, "Yes."

"How dare you! How could you do such a thing!" Clark cared about Dick who was sleeping peacefully beside him, his voice was low but full of anger, "Although I am still under your control, I will Lose your sense of self, but... Bruce, no, I can't let you do that."

"I will never accept the destruction of other worlds as the price of returning home."

"If this is the price of going home, I would rather die in a daze like before."

Bruce leans back, watching Clark.

Justice, light, compassion, strength, humility...

"Clark, what do you think?" Bruce asked suddenly: "Every time you want to be a human being, a human, an ordinary human...but every time I think like this, you will Tell me, you are indeed a god among men."

"No, that's what my heart tells me," Clark replied, "Nothing else, just because this behavior is wrong."

Bruce raised his jaw slightly and looked down at Clark. He was the one sitting, he was the mortal, but he acted arrogantly as if he was the truth and God.

His green eyes were as deep as a swamp, able to absorb all light, "Clark, you are a good person, but I am not, and that is why you were defeated by me."

"Whether you like it or not, this is our only way, and I won't let your ridiculous principles ruin all of this."

In the dilapidated and chaotic small warehouse, no one pays attention to this corner, no one notices that two people who can decide the fate of the world are arguing, human beings are just like usual, laughing, making noise, crying... They don't care about their relationship with themselves. Unrelated things, the world is becoming more and more absurd. Some people are already going to declare war on the Supreme Being, while others may not have left home from birth to death.

Bruce sneered, but he couldn't help feeling angry about it. He put his hand on his heart, feeling this strange emotion. Since he was eroded by the virus, his emotion has weakened to varying degrees, There are very few things that make him feel mood swings.

He couldn't help laughing, obviously he himself understands what kind of person Clark is, he clearly knows that Clark will not agree to this plan, but he still stubbornly brings Clark into this world, obviously there are so many members of the Justice League, they will There are so many people who agree with his approach.

But he just chose Clark, Bruce thought, and he glanced tenderly at Dick, who was leaning against him, sleeping, and thought of little Jason again.

"Maybe I just like to get myself into trouble," he thought.

Bruce went through his plan again in his mind. He didn't tell Clark everything, all the truth. What he said just now was just the most superficial and superficial part of the plan. As for the rest, Clark didn't need to know , and can’t know, he was thinking about those one-shot mistakes, and then analyzing the Batman of this world, and assuming those high-dimensional existences... His brain was running at a high speed, which made his complexion become more and more serious. His hair was pale, even though he looked perfectly calm.

"Eat something." Bruce raised his eyes in astonishment, Clark took out another piece of bread from the bag, and stuck it firmly in front of Bruce's eyes, "You need this."

Bruce glanced at him slowly, "Thank you."