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

That day will be remembered by everyone many years later.

Those godlike beings announced that they had taken over the entire world, and the changes began on that day.

It was an ordinary day, Lex Luthor announced to the whole world the news of the founding of the Lord of Justice, and Superman, as the head of the Lord of Justice, abolished all political organizations, the army, and the law.

He completely stuffed the planet in a bottle, and then tightly protected him. In front of the white Roman palace, flowers, applause, flashing lights, and all kinds of people, they all firmly believe that the Lord of Justice will do what they promised , Carrying out the name of justice, they cheered and celebrated.

The cloak of the white lord showed a sacred color in the sun, the beautiful goddess was on his left hand, and the Batman in gray stood on his right, but Batman did not stand in a row with them, but was insignificantly Stepping back a little distance, snow-white pigeons flapped their wings vigorously and flew across the clear sky. The heroes stood behind three people in their respective uniforms.

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Such a scene has been recorded by the camera forever, and has been passed down to the day when human beings are destroyed.

Bruce sat under the stage, he must witness this scene with his own eyes, and engrave it in his mind, he no longer casually wears a crumpled suit and a slovenly look, today he is dressed up to attend, dressed very grandly Yes, and in the silence that followed Superman's speech, he stood up.

Bruce held a bouquet of dark red roses in his hand. He stood up from the bench. The Prince of Gotham, who has always played cards unreasonably, walked towards the superheroes step by step with the flowers in his hand.

The rose in his hand had wilted from the long wait, it was not as complete as it was at the beginning, Bruce looked down regretfully.

He seemed to be upset that the bouquet of roses was no longer in good condition.

Bruce stopped in his tracks, and his eyes flicked from one superhero after another to Batman.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Batman walked out from the group of gods. He walked up to Bruce, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he quickly regained his composure.

He took the bouquet of roses from Bruce's hand.

The dark knight lowered his head and sniffed lightly. Perhaps it was because the rose had decayed, so its fragrance became stronger and stronger. This fragrance was very familiar to him—it was a rose planted by Martha, and some were transplanted by Lord Superman. To his Eden.

Bruce tiptoed slightly, and printed a soft kiss on the side face of the dark knight who walked into the light.

"I'll always be on your side." Bruce made such a promise softly in Batman's ear, sideways.

The founding of the Justice League was a carnival. The lords each delineated their own territory and implemented Superman's will - to protect the weak.

That's how change happens.

Superman can be said to be the most holy monarch in the history of mankind. Under his rule, all darkness cannot be hidden. His superpower can find out any facts and all evidences.

As a result, procedural justice has been enforced like never before.

The little girl who was molested got justice, the guy who hurt her and got away with it was chemically castrated, the murderer who was sheltered by the minor protection law had his brain burned off, and the husband who was being abused by the family was put in prison. Those who defended their own rights were supported, and the eloquent criminal got the punishment he deserved, the light sentence was corrected, and the wronged person came out of prison and stood under the sun again.

In his territory, the depth of the crime and the severity of the punishment have never been matched.

People get the security they want.

There is only one exception - Gotham.

Gotham remained strangely calm. Those big and small gangsters stopped a lot. They put all their activities in the dark. For a while, Gotham became calm on the surface. Fulfilling their duties.

Everyone is testing Batman's reaction.

And Batman didn't do anything, he didn't carry out the orders of Lord Superman, and he also reduced the number of times he went to the watchtower. Gotham became a special existence in this world.

On a quiet night, wearing a white uniform, the god on earth walked into the gate of Wayne Manor.

"You still don't agree with our behavior." The lord Superman's face was cold.

Before Batman could speak, Bruce jokingly raised a gun, pointed it at Carl, and said in a playful tone, "What if I shoot you?"

Carl said calmly, "While I won't be hurt, you will go to jail for this behavior."

Bruce smiled, "Is that so?"

He suddenly pulled his face down, "I haven't been to Arkham yet."

He suddenly pulled the trigger, and a green bullet hit Superman's neck straight. It was a bullet made of kryptonite.

Carl narrowed his pupils and dodged it, but the bullet exploded suddenly near Superman - fluorescent green powder surrounded him, and he inhaled the fine powder.

There was a trace of pain on his calm face.

Bruce kicked Carl on the jaw, and the corner of his mouth twitched. The Man of Steel was strong enough even if he fell down, and he felt his toes swell rapidly.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and Batman didn't expect Bruce to actually shoot Carl, and the bullet was made of kryptonite, "What are you doing!"

Batman snatched the pistol/gun from Bruce and threw it heavily on the ground. He looked at the immobile Superman and subconsciously blocked Bruce behind him.

"I wouldn't mind living in Arkham." Bruce pushed Batman away, looking into Superman's eyes without fear.

"Everyone should follow the rules." Carl propped himself up and stood up, but he ignored Bruce and just said this to Batman.

"I have my own considerations." Batman gritted his teeth.

Carl sat down, just like Clark before, he sat next to Batman as usual, pretending to have a long talk.

"I'm not trying to accuse anything." Carl explained awkwardly, "I just want to know what you think." He looked very sincere, "B, we need you."

Batman showed a look of surprise, he was quiet for a few seconds, and sighed, "Carl, you can't restrict freedom and human rights like this."

"I protect the human rights of all people," Carl explained.

"Oh?" Bruce sat down next to Batman calmly, and he sneered: "You mean to burn the brains of those unlucky guys, let them drool in a daze, and spend the rest of their lives in a daze ?”

"Either the abolition of the death penalty is the protection of human rights." Bruce sneered.

Carl shook his head. He reminded himself not to be disturbed by Bruce's words. After Lord Justice was established, there were many voices of opposition, but Bruce's and Batman's too similar faces would upset him. If Bruce was opposing him, and Does Batman, who is very similar to Bruce, have the same attitude?

Batman didn't explicitly express his disapproval, but as always in Gotham, his ambiguous attitude with Batman made him feel stuck in his throat. He didn't know why he cared about Batman so much.

—but he almost stubbornly wanted Batman's approval.

Batman stared at Carl's face quietly, he felt a little dazed, Carl now seemed to have Clark's shadow again, but in the next second, the cloak with the cold color made him wake up.

"I want to preserve people's right to choose." Batman lowered his eyes, "Carl, you can't make them lose their right to choose, to stop them from thinking."

"What did they choose?" Carl closed his eyes tiredly, then opened them, looking at Batman in disappointment, "You should know this best."

"They think they have made a choice, but they don't know that their choice has been led to them by someone else, a politician who makes a promise during an election and then forgets about it during the term."

"The people need to be led, they are too easily incited."

"But there are always some people who persist." Batman's eyes hide imperceptible sadness, "Maybe you are disappointed in them, but I haven't."

"I believe in the possibility of human beings, and I believe that they can make the right choices even if they are on the wrong path for a while, but it's not permanent."

"Do you really believe what you say?" Carl said suddenly, "You lost your parents when you were eight years old, and then you became Batman." Carl paused, "Then there are still children in the alley Did you lose your parents?"

"If mistakes don't get enough punishment, if laws exist only on paper, there will always be people who will choose to commit crimes because the cost of committing them is too low."

"You are their accomplice," Carl said. "Your idealism and naivety gave those people the opportunity to hurt others."

"How long has Arkham existed? And how many times have people who should have been sentenced to death escaped?" Carl continued. "There is no death penalty in Gotham, which gives them a chance."

Batman did not deny that the reason why Gotham has no death penalty is very simple. Some people have proposed bills again and again, but the parliament has never passed this bill. The darkness in Gotham is too thick, and all forces do not allow the existence of the death penalty.

"If we can slowly change other aspects." Carl said in a deep voice, "But those people in the deepest part of Arkham, they shouldn't exist."

Bruce tapped his fingertips on the table a few times, "I'm sorry I interrupted your plans." He smirked at Carl.

"But there's no one in Arkham now."