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

"Why do you keep throwing this mess at me?" Bruce complained.

The Laughing Bat said coldly: "You are better at this."

"But I don't like this," Bruce responded.

"I think you may have left a shadow on Clark... oh, be careful." Bruce exclaimed, and a beam of energy hit him.

"He was a good man and he will be in mourning for a long time, but nothing is too bad."

They were floating in the world passage, Bruce looked at both sides in amazement, there was the chaotic nebula at the beginning of the Big Bang, there was a man wearing a gentleman's hat in the nineteenth century, he saw dinosaurs... and saw some strange things .

"What's that?" Bruce pointed to one of the pictures.

"Maybe the future." The Laughing Bat replied.

Bruce looked at the scene in fascination. It looked like Gotham, but this Gotham lost its dark tone, the streets became neat and level, and there would be no unemployed men and hangover women. Get closer.

"Crime Lane is gone, too," he said.

What was supposed to be the border of Crime Lane, now there are layers of roses growing there, the dirty and dark place has become clean, oh, those poor people are gone, pedestrians are decently dressed in their own clothes , passing there in a hurry, not stopping for the beautiful flowers.

"They don't want to stop and look at such a beautiful flower," Bruce complained.

The Laughing Bat also took a look at the scene, "They seem to have been strictly disciplined. You see, their clothes are highly uniform... Maybe this Gotham is a utopia." He mocked.

"Don't you think the two of us look crazy now? You know, talking to yourself or something." The Laughing Bat folded his hands.

"You're just pretending you're crazy, not really crazy... But anyway, I can always see you, and the damn clown... But after this, the clown disappeared, and it's just you... …Maybe I'm the one who's crazy?" Bruce doesn't match up, he says whatever comes to his mind now, without thinking about logic at all.

There is no communication barrier between the Laughing Bat and Bruce, they are one person.

"I thought you were crazy, but you actually lied to yourself?" Bruce thought back.

"I am you." The Laughing Bat gave Bruce a speechless look, his eyes were still dark green, Bruce reached out to touch his green eyes, "Are my eyes still the same color?"

The Laughing Bat turned his head away, not wanting Bruce to touch him.

"It reminds me of Martha's garden." Bruce didn't force it, he withdrew his hand and said, staring at the picture.

The Laughing Bat didn't answer him, but Bruce was right. The graceful vines and roses intertwined with each other were Martha's unique aesthetics. She once proudly kissed her forehead and told him that such gardening was How to trim it out.

"I wish I could live to see a day like this," Bruce said.

"Maybe."

No one spoke anymore, they watched the miniature Gotham picture quietly - it made them all feel calm.

Bruce asked suddenly, "Why did you allow Clark to push you in?"

The Laughing Bat pondered: "I've already planned to leave this world, but if he wishes to send me away with his own hands, I've decided to fulfill his wish."

"Even if it's been tough for him," Bruce added.

The Laughing Bat moved his fingers slightly, "He has been feeling guilty for not being able to stop me in the past. He always takes this kind of thing as his own responsibility. God knows it has nothing to do with him."

"Last time I took advantage of his trust, this time... he will think he succeeded in stopping me, which might make him feel better."

"What if he finds out all about your plans? He knows you've had a showdown with Batman, he won't be able to take it," Bruce said.

"Don't think Clark is so weak." The Laughing Bat sneered: "After he knows the truth, even if it costs his life, he will find me back."

He paused, and continued: "What's more, Batman won't let him know, he won't add psychological burden to Clark for nothing."

"Oh."

"It's almost the exit." The Laughing Bat reminded, "I don't want to toss anymore, I really need to rest for a while."

"Then will you sleep deeply? Like Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale? I'll never see you again?"

"What are you thinking?" The Laughing Bat looked at Bruce with disgust, "I just gave you control of my body, but that doesn't mean I disappeared."

"You just don't want to talk to me." Bruce pointed this out sharply.

"Oh, here it is."

Bruce stumbles onto a field that looks like... "Hey, we're still within Wayne Manor!"

"Stop it, I don't want to look like a lunatic."

"It doesn't matter, there's no one here anyway." Bruce patted the dust on his pants, "It's too strange for me to look like this."

He was still wearing that horrific uniform, and the dark red blood splattered earlier had turned a disgusting gray after a long tour, "I look like I just ran out of Arkham. ’ Bruce grumbled.

"You are." The Laughing Bat pointed sarcastically, "My young master, there is no one to serve you right now, you need to find a place to change your clothes."

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay in Gotham either, I don't want to see Batman anymore, it makes me sick."

Bruce tugged at the armor on his body, "How do I take this thing off?" He kicked the turf on the ground willfully with his heel, "Obviously there was a small house last time... Oh, Steve."

"I said, no one will serve you this time, the empty room last time is all I can do..."

"I haven't said goodbye to Steve yet." Bruce said sadly, "I don't know if he and Bucky have reconciled."

"All right." The Laughing Bat lazily said, "Is it a good experience to be hit in the face by a shield?"

"That's right." Bruce nodded. He carefully pulled off the dirty armor and left the lining inside, so that he was only wearing a thin shirt, and the wind in the wilderness was always blowing. He couldn't help shivering.

"It's a bit cold." Bruce said, "Ah Fu's afternoon tea, and his specialty cookies..."

He lowered his head: "Can we really not go to Wayne Manor?"

"This is not your Wayne Manor, and this is not your Alfred." The Laughing Bat replied: "They will take you in, but trust me, you won't like this feeling."

Bruce fell silent. He walked towards the edge of the wilderness step by step, and he was very tired. "Why is Wayne Manor so big?"

"Damn capitalism," he cursed, but he was quickly amused by himself. "That's fine, poor Wayne."

"How do I get out?" Bruce looked at the wall that was much taller than him, "I can't climb out."

"..."

The Laughing Bat didn't bother to say anything anymore, but he still accommodated Bruce. He knew himself, if he hadn't become Batman, he would definitely look like this lazy... Brucey baby is not completely pretending, that kind of Who doesn't like life?

So he knew that if he didn't care about Bruce, Bruce would definitely sit by this broken wall for a day and a night.

The Laughing Bat took over the body, and in an instant, Bruce Wayne's whole demeanor changed. He suddenly became dignified and vigilant, and he observed the wall slightly.

His hands are strong and his steps are light. He put his finger on a shallow recess on the wall, exerted a little force, and the whole person soared into the air, leaping like flying. It didn't even take him a blink of an eye to flip through the wall.

"Wow." Bruce applauded.

"That's silly," said the Laughing Bat. "You look like a guy who just climbed over a wall and applauded his performance with satisfaction."

Bruce shrugged. "Where to go next? GCPD?"

"Let's find a place to live first." Suddenly, the Laughing Bat realized an extremely serious question, "Do you have money?"

"Did you bring any money with you before?" Bruce asked back.

"I don't need it," said the Laughing Bat, "but you do."

Bruce walked forward indifferently, his mood was extremely light, this world without any acquaintances made him feel surprisingly relaxed, "Maybe we can try wandering?"

"Or we'll go get our faces," Bruce said, but he quickly rejected the option. "That sounds boring, and I don't want to be found again."

"As you wish."

He was walking along the path, the reeds on the side of the road were heaving and falling, and the waves were blown out by the breeze. He was walking away from Wayne's territory and heading towards the city of sin. Getting up, Bruce thought for a moment, tearing off a piece of clothing to cover his face.

"I wish the Bruce Wayne here looked different than me," he said.

He was still holding the heavy and blood-stained uniform in his hand. After walking for more than two hours, he finally reached the edge of Gotham. He dropped the uniform and sat on the ground without a trace.

"Go into town tomorrow," he said.

"Get rid of the clothes first." Hearing what the Laughing Bat said, Bruce rolled his eyes, "Didn't you show that it turned into black mist? Why do you want me to carry such a heavy thing so far now? ?”

"Because this dress is real." The Laughing Bat replied, "It has no magical properties, and I made it to deceive people."

Bruce kicked the blood-stained uniform in disgust, "What to do with it? Burn it?"

"You can go a little further, there should be a slum there."

"Ok?"

"You can use it to get a good price, otherwise what should I do? Go and stand by the street?" The Laughing Bat said mercilessly.