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

In the smoke and dust, Bruce wanted to stay away from the center of chaos in embarrassment. There were more and more conflicts in Gotham City, and the crowd seemed to fall into a frenzy. Those honest guys suddenly gained the power of the group, so they quickly He quickly became arrogant, and under such an edge, the leaders of those gangs who had once shocked the situation all sensibly restrained their power.

"B...?" Superman looked at the chaos in the street, he couldn't help but look at Batman, "Aren't you going to stop them?"

"No." Batman replied.

"This is a riot. The citizens of Gotham are exercising their civil rights. Even if they have exceeded the boundaries of their rights, I still have no right to stop them. This chaos should be resolved by GCPD, not me."

Batman crouched on his favorite gargoyle, looking out at the chaos below, his brow stern, but the mask of the uniform concealed it well.

"Why are they parading?" Superman looked worried, and he moved his toes uneasily, "I don't want something irreparable to happen."

"We can't interfere too much, Clark." Batman insisted: "We are vigilantes, not real police, not to mention, as the scope of our operations becomes wider and wider, our behavior becomes more and more difficult to define." .”

Superman turned his head away, and he continued to stare at the struggle in the street. "They're normal people."

Batman nodded: "Yes, none of them is special, they are ordinary people just like me."

"I can deal with the superhuman things they can't handle, but I can't do anything about this kind of thing." Batman put his hand on Clark's shoulder reassuringly, but received no response.

"Clark!"

Suddenly, Superman tugged on his red cape and focused on Batman, his blue eyes were still dazed.

"Are you okay?" Batman asked.

"I'm fine," replied Superman, but he didn't look at all what he said, Superman looked sad and depressed, and there was some self-blame in his expression, "It's just that I feel... Something went wrong."

A keen Kryptonian, in the eyes of outsiders, Superman is the most divine one. Only those who are familiar with him know that he is just a small town boy with superpowers. He is deeply human, but inhuman weakness.

Batman couldn't help sighing in his heart, Batman has naturally noticed that what Superman said was wrong, and he knew better what the problem was and what caused it, but he didn't point it out to Superman, or Is to explain something, just trying to make Superman ignore the problem, he said slowly: "This is very common in Gotham, Clark, you don't need to get used to this, if you can, I hope you go back to Metropolis."

Batman has seen the not-too-distant future from the current chaos, and he is deeply worried about the situation of his partners in the future. If possible, he hopes that they will all leave human society.

Superman shook his head: "I don't want you to face this alone."

"You have to help me escape." Bruce tripped over a rock on the ground, he fell heavily on the ground, the rough ground had worn his hands a little, he sat up enduring the pain, and He said to the Laughing Bat in his heart: "Otherwise I would really die here. It would be too dramatic for Batman to die in such a place."

The Laughing Bat was uncharacteristically, he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, it was as if he didn't exist.

"Did you hear that?" Bruce said through gritted teeth, "I'm tired, and I hate pain."

The Laughing Bat still didn't respond, and Bruce couldn't help but feel a little wronged. Since he came to this world, he had an inexplicable sense of dependence on his other self. He knew that the other self still had some unfinished plans. The world is too seriously injured and needs to be recuperated for a long time. That is to say, the longer Bruce occupies this body, the faster the Laughing Bat will recover. This is why he can dictate to the Laughing Bat.

Bruce said angrily: "I won't hide anymore, the rest depends on luck, you can get out or not." He said, he willfully sat down on the ground, resting his chin with his hand.

He is too conspicuous in the chaotic crowd, the people around are red-eyed, and use all their strength to attack relevant and irrelevant people, maybe Bruce is motionless, and the people around him only have dynamic vision like a frog , couldn't see the still life, so Bruce was strangely unharmed.

Bruce's mind was a little confused, this scene awakened the first painful memory in his life, two gunshots in the alley, his father and mother collapsed powerlessly to the ground, he knelt on the ground crying in despair, but All the streets of Gotham are full of people wearing clown masks and painted in clown colors.

No one noticed that in an alley, a child lost his parents.

Bruce lowered his head, his mind was in a state of confusion, his blue eyes revealed green unknowingly, he stretched out his fingers nervously to scratch the ground.

"Superman."

Bruce whispered the name, but he didn't even realize what he said.

"Bruce is calling me." Superman's eyes narrowed, he heard Bruce's voice, and he tilted his ears slightly, "Rao! He's in the crowd."

Superman had raised his head slightly, and Batman knew that it was Superman's usual posture for flying at super speed, so he grabbed Superman's red cape.

"I saw him," Batman said.

After zooming in on the focus of Batman's goggles, Bruce's position has been located, and the coordinates were fed back to the Batcomputer. He sighed slightly, pressed Superman's shoulder firmly, and let him sit on his favorite seat. A gargoyle stone statue looked down at him.

Superman looked at Batman incredulously.

"This is my Gotham," Batman emphasized, "and he's related to me."

Superman nodded. "But I can go faster."

"No!" Batman raised his voice, "Not only that, but I have another request."

"Leave my Gotham." Batman said in a deep voice, "You've been here too long, Superman." This time he didn't call Superman by human name, but gave an ultimatum very forcefully: "Get out of me!" Gotham, you're not welcome here."

Superman looked at Batman with some hurt. After they really became good friends, Batman hadn't told him to get out of my Gotham for a long time.

"B?"

"Now." Batman said sternly.

Superman wrinkled his nose, he lowered his head, and there was some annoyance in his eyes, Superman's temper is not as good as ordinary people guess, maybe better than Batman, but in this case, even a saint would be angry .

"Okay." Superman resisted the desire to quarrel with Batman, he involuntarily used some force on his feet, and there was a click.

"Oh." Batman looked down, "You crushed Forna."

"Furna?" Superman repeated in vain.

"Dick's name." Batman pursed his lips, and Superman floated up in a sense of guilt, and awkwardly dropped a sentence: "I will fix it."

After finishing speaking, he soared into the sky and left Gotham, and there was a sense of fleeing in the back.

After Batman confirmed that Superman had arrived in the Metropolis through some means, he moved. He jumped off the towering building without any hesitation, and the huge wind passed by his ears. He pressed a secret mechanism, and the bat-wing-shaped cloak was instantly filled with electricity and became hard. The cloak became the flying wings of Batman, and the figure of the dark knight suddenly pierced the night sky of Gotham, like Like a vigorous eagle, it landed beside Bruce.

He didn't speak, just stood in front of Bruce, the crowd froze in an instant, the chaos seemed to be frozen in an instant, and there was no sound for a while.

Bruce still lowered his head, he noticed a dark shadow cast in front of him, and slowly raised his head——

Batman and Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight and Gotham Babes.

The wind lifted Batman's cloak, which fell to the ground, and rolled it forward, gently wrapping Bruce in the cloak.

They are so similar, yet so different.

Batman stretched out his hand silently, the smell of gunpowder still remained on his gauntlet, Bruce looked at him inexplicably, he raised his eyes to look at Batman, and then put his hand on the Dark Knight's.

Black and white formed a stark contrast, and Bruce stood up with the strength of Batman.

"It's not like you," Bruce said.

Batman didn't answer, but the surrounding crowd seemed to realize something, and the first person shouted out——

monster!

A man yelled loudly, and Bruce followed the voice. That person turned out to be an acquaintance, the young man who once patronized Vera's ice cream truck and proudly declared himself a human supremacist. He was once a mild-mannered, one of the most ordinary people on the street, but he had the guts to insult Batman, who was feared by countless criminals.

"Get out of Gotham!"

This sound caused a huge wave. An ordinary person will never taste the taste of being attacked by a crowd in his life. Perhaps on the Internet, invisible malice will be transmitted along the network cable.

But at this time, Batman is standing in front of the crowd, accepting the humiliation and malice of the crowd.

"monster!"

"monster!"

Such voices sounded one after another, and a woman's voice contained endless malice: "It's you... It's you who brought the disaster!"

Amidst such waves of sound, Batman spoke. His voice was not loud, and could hardly be heard in the fanatical crowd. Only Bruce, who was closest to him, could barely hear that voice clearly.

"Because I know that it is only a matter of time before I stand up."