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

The setting sun had already fallen behind them, Lex moved his body slightly, he felt the temperature of the sun, and at the same time, he knew that he had lost.

He raised his head, there was a breeze blowing, and a few strands of golden hair covered his eyes, which made it difficult for him to see what Superman looked like.

Superman looked at Batman without sadness and joy, and Batman opened his eyes——

The lead tank beneath them vibrated, Superman stood calmly on it, and Lex closed his eyes, waiting for the pain that would kill him.

Batman stood up, and he ran in the direction of Superman with all his might—

A dove, a symbol of whiteness, flew across the dim yellow sky.

Lex heard the sound of blood dripping, and he opened his eyes in disbelief. For the first time in his life, he made a calculation error, and this error will determine the development of this world.

The people chose him over Superman.

How ridiculous, that Superman can convince the smartest man on earth, can convince the most arrogant man on earth, can convince the most persistent opponent of his life, Lex Luthor.

But he couldn't convince the general public.

Superman's expression was still so calm, as if he knew the result before he stood up. He seemed to be a stubborn martyr in the legend. Knowing that there was only death ahead, he walked with his head down and reckless.

Batman jumped up, and he carefully removed Superman from the kryptonite spikes, his red and blue uniform was tattered, his steel body was covered with blood, and his sea-blue eyes were gone. Lost luster, became dull, his face began to lose color.

"Why..." Lex covered his face, he laughed hysterically, Batman gave him a cold look, and continued to do first aid methodically.

After a long while, Lex stopped laughing, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and leaned over, "I will still fulfill my deal." He paused, and then continued: "I am willing to join your camp, Bruce, Superman is correct."

Bruce lolled on the patio of the Wayne Mansion, and like everyone else in the world, he watched the thrilling debate, which ended after Superman was penetrated.

"bloodyhell..." Ah Fu tried to say a complete sentence, but he failed, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Bruce laughed in a low voice. He lowered his head and laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder. This kind of laughter made the Robins and Ah Fu feel a little bit of fear—although they didn't know that they What are you afraid of.

"Bruce!" Dick cut him off, terrified.

"What?" Bruce barely propped himself up, he still looked lazy, he half-opened his blue eyes, and looked at Dick inexplicably, "I'm going to hold a banquet."

"What?" Dick asked.

"If it's not held, there will be no chance..." He turned to face Dick, leaned back on the railing weakly, and most of his body was suspended in the air. This posture made others tremble with fear, fearing that he would fall.

At night, when the luxurious banquet was halfway through and the atmosphere was intense, Bruce slowly walked down the escalator. On the day he left, Bruce locked himself in the bat cave and never took a step out. He became thin again, and the fruits of Afuxin's hard work and feeding were ruined. , He pulled out Batman's usual concealer, and looked in the mirror to cover up the dark spots under his eyes.

Baby Brucey looked sweet and was about to melt in a second, as the ladies scrambled around him for a kiss, and Bruce staggered out of the flowery ladies, his hair turning The well-tailored blazer was messy and crooked, and the collar of the shirt was open, revealing the delicate collarbone.

There was a blush and heartbeat in the air.

Bruce casually picked up a glass of wine from the champagne tower. He raised the glass high, but he didn't hold it very steady. A few drops of amber liquid splashed from the glass and landed on Bruce's shirt.

Among the sensual dogs and horses, Bruce raised his head in a daze and drank the wine. The crowd laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly pushed up a step. There were whispers in the crowd. They looked at Bruce in admiration, laughed and drank with.

"To Superman's beautiful ass!" Bruce leaned against the table, and he took out another glass of wine.

The well-dressed guests laughed knowingly, and they toasted each other.

"To Superman's beautiful ass!"

Bruce drunkenly took glass after glass of wine from the table, he toasted many weird things, from Superman's ass to Superman's chest, and then turned to pay homage to Batman's body parts, such a hot toast The words made everyone so happy that Bruce didn't care what the others were doing, he just wanted to drown himself in alcohol, drinking glass after glass.

He felt a huge hole in his heart, and the cold wind kept blowing in, causing a burst of pain, the alcohol dazzled his brain, making him unable to stand still, holding the wine glass in his hand, straight slammed into the champagne tower—

The glasses hit the ground one after another, making wonderful sounds, and he knocked over the expensive wine on the ground without hesitation. In the intoxicating smell, Bruce drank the last glass of wine in a daze, and murmured a few words. Character.

——Respect freedom.

His voice was extremely low. In such a noisy environment, no one could hear what he was talking about. This scene of lavishing money seemed to never end. Bruce was like a lonely king in a fairy tale. He looked at this lively scene, But can never fit in.

This was not the first banquet. Bruce seemed to regard alcohol as his only straw. He held grand banquets day and night. It was the first time that Wayne Manor had been so lively for so many years.

This kind of day continued until Batman broke in wearing a bat suit. He passed through the crowded crowd like no one else. Wherever he went, no one dared to say a word. When Batman walked in front of Bruce, the whole The hall was so silent that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

"What are you doing?" Batman's voice was sullen.

"As you can see." Bruce spread his hands, half-closed his eyes, and leaned drunkenly on the back of the chair decorated with golden vines, he tried hard to identify for a while.

"It is you."

"It's me." Batman picked him up impatiently, "We have a lot of debts to settle." After finishing speaking, he carried Bruce, who was drunk and unable to move, on his shoulders, without looking back. building.

People looked at each other, not knowing what to do. At this time, Ah Fu stood politely in front of everyone, clapped his hands reservedly, and said in a loud voice: "Master Bruce has some private matters, please forgive his rudeness." It really made Ah Fu a lot of twists and turns. After dealing with the curious crowd, the old butler hurried back to the mansion, but all he was left with was a messy and empty Wayne Manor.

"What are you fussing about? I found out that you have a huge flow of funds these days, but they disappeared without a sound. No one knows where the money was spent." Batman's voice was extremely cold, and he condescended staring at Bruce lying on the bed.

"Come on." Bruce said, "Stop putting on airs." He reached out arrogantly, pulled Batman down, and then patted Batman's face, "Is Superman still alive?"

"Of course." Batman replied, leaning on the bed with one hand, looking down at Bruce.

"That's really not good news." Bruce's tone was erratic, "He might as well die."

There was a trace of anger on Batman's face. Bruce looked at Batman and suddenly sneered, "What?" What is the end of standing on it?"

"How could he not know? Is his super hearing a display? Doesn't he know what the public thinks of him?" Bruce continued, "Is he trying to save the world? Or is he trying to completely disappoint the world? "

"Ha... am I right?" Bruce's mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.

Batman stopped talking, he thought of Clark after waking up, no, that wasn't Clark anymore, it was just Kal-El.

He thought of Karl's dazzling white cloak, the black "S" logo, and Karl's ice-blue eyes...Kal-El was like a person in a fairy tale whose heart was pierced with magic mirror fragments, his The heart is frozen, no one can cover it.Clark, no, Batman still habitually calls Superman Clark. After Cal woke up, he looked at Batman calmly and indifferently, "We should act." He took out a snow-white uniform.

That was the last time Batman saw Superman's feet hit the ground.

Bruce stared at Batman. He could understand Batman's emotions and what Batman was thinking. He suddenly suppressed his smile and hugged Batman. He reached out and pressed Batman's head against his own. on the shoulders.

"It's not your fault," he said again. "I promise you, I will always be by your side. If you regret it, it will never be too late."

"Do not."

Batman suddenly pushed Bruce away, "I don't regret it, Superman is right, we are on the right path."

Bruce shrugged, "Okay." He bent one leg, supported his hands behind his back, raised his head and smiled at Batman, "Now I will answer your question, I used those funds in Arkham gone."