[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Winter in Gotham is cold, but winter in Gotham is not cold.

"Okay." Clark then quickened his pace, and it didn't take long for them to turn into a quiet street.

If you don't come here, you will never imagine that there is such a place in a city like Gotham.

This is a deserted small park in the middle of two residential areas. There are few facilities left. The only swing with a chain at one end has fallen off. Several scattered wooden boxes on the ground are piled up in a pile. Covered with thin layers of snow, it looks like it has a special charm.

"It's indeed a good location for a secret base." Little Bruce shook the swing, and the snow on the swing was immediately shaken off by him, revealing the interior in the style of the previous era, with wooden boards and a few patterns. Simple but actually quite solid.

"You are the first person to come to my secret base. I haven't brought anyone to visit since it was built." Clark took little Bruce to visit his "work", and they circled the deserted park: "This is the conference hall, here is the watchtower, you can check the 'enemy situation'..."

He walked to the innermost part, pointed to the work that was considered a huge project for him as a child and said, "This is my fortress."

"When I am sad and sad, I will sit here and look at the scenery."

"You are amazing." Little Bruce praised sincerely looking at these things, "One person has done so much, and the scenery here is really beautiful."

An independent world in the city does not match the style of Gotham at all. It seems that such a quiet park should be in a sunnier city.

"Actually, not at all." Clark scratched his head embarrassingly, "I just made a little decoration on the original basis, for example, this fortress was just repainted and added some decorations on the same dilapidated small house .”

"That's amazing too." Little Bruce said, looking at the surrounding scenery, his tone was a little sighing, "It's really great, this is our secret base, and we can come here to play together in the future."

"Yes, our secret base." Clark pushed open the door of the 'fortress', "Let's go in together, the inside has been carefully repaired by me."

Little Bruce was about to go in, but he stopped the moment he was about to step into the door, because he forgot one important thing: "I haven't told you my name yet, my name is Bruce Wayne."

"I know you. You often appeared on TV before. I recognized you the first time I saw you." Clark smiled. "This is my name, Clark Kent."

He stretched out his hand and showed a warm smile like the sun again.

"We're friends from now on."

"friends forever."

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"Fantastic fate." Natasha said after listening to Bruce tell the story of how he and Clark met.

"Oh, let's get down to business, it's going to be a full month the day after tomorrow, and you and that kid are leaving Gotham, aren't you?" Bruce asked after drinking his coffee gracefully, glancing at his watch, "It's no longer early."

"Yes." Natasha nodded, "We won't stay in Gotham for too long, after all, this is not a place suitable for vacation, and our original purpose is not here."

"The next meeting may be after the fusion of the universe."

Bruce put the USB flash drive that Natasha gave last time on the table: "Thank you, I have read it, and I will return it to you. By the way, I also left some information in it."

"So that's why you came all the way to find me? You're so cautious, Mr. Wayne." Natasha put the USB drive in her bag, "There's nothing to do now."

"Of course, you can go, ma'am," Bruce said, "but it might be a better choice to finish the coffee here and enjoy the morning scenery leisurely."

"No, the little girl is still waiting for me at home. I promised to buy her some snacks." Natasha got up and picked up her bag, "Goodbye, Mr. Wayne."

She pushed open the door of the cafe and left the shop with a calm step. The wind chime was jingling by the wind that entered the house, and the many small pieces of paper hanging around turned around a few times, revealing that there was some kind of regularity inside. Confusing symbols.

It was just Bruce and Clark again as usual.

"Another beautiful lady, Bruce, tell me how many you have brought to me." Clark came out from the bar, holding the book he was reading before in his arm, and pushed the black frame with his free left hand Glasses.

"It's not like you don't know, I've only brought three people here including her." Bruce retorted helplessly at his friend's joke.

"Isn't there three people? So the CEO looks like this?" Clark sat where Natasha was sitting before, "Who is she? The feeling between you seems very strange, if it's just an ordinary female companion If you don't, you won't bring it to me."

"A secret agent, but it's not important right now." Bruce didn't want to tell Clark about the fusion of the universe. It's enough for him to know this kind of thing, and telling more people will panic.

"The agent is not important? Why are you being targeted by the agent again." Clark said with a smile, "Just kidding, let's leave this topic, I believe you Bruce, since you have said so, it will not be very important .”

After that, he chatted with Bruce for a while, and soon Bruce received a call saying that he had to go back to the company, and Clark sent his friend to the door of the cafe as usual.

"Goodbye." Bruce waved to Clark, "Today will be another free day."

"Goodbye." Clark said the same, "I hope you too."

Bruce adjusted his bow tie elegantly, opened the black car that looked ordinary, but actually was low-key, luxurious and connotative, and galloped away.

Clark watched as Bruce's shadow gradually turned into a black spot and gradually disappeared. The warm smile like the sun also gradually reduced its arc, and finally became a straight line.

"I won't have a leisurely life anymore." He turned his head and walked into the cafe, saying as if warning himself.

The piece of paper on the wind chime was blown up again. Clark looked at the words he wrote countless times when he was confused and suffering, and a dark light of unknown meaning flashed across his eyes.

【sorry. 】

He wrote this sentence in Kryptonian.

He's Clark Kent, he doesn't have those powers now, he still helps people.

But he was also Kal-El, the Superman who died suddenly eight years after he violently suppressed the world and established his own regime without violence.

He was reborn in this world.

This brand new world where the irreparable didn't happen.

Clark recalled everything in the past about half a year ago---you can't say that, the past has passed, he has never experienced anything in this world, he is just an ordinary person from Kansas, with adoptive parents who love him, doing Follow a career you like.

The life he had expected to live, ever.

In fact, before his rebirth, he was very confused, and sometimes, maybe many times, he doubted what he was doing.

Is he doing everything right?Is he worth everything for the ideal peace?Doesn't he regret listening to those complaining voices?

In the past, when people said the name Superman, they were full of hope, and they put all their trust in him, as if as long as he appeared, there was nothing to worry about.

But now people are more afraid of this name. Seeing that he can run as far as he can, no one tells him to save me. All they say is please, I obey the rules. Didn't do it, don't kill me, please.

They looked at him like a god of death, and begged in humble tones.

Clark ah Clark, oh, don't call it that, he wasn't when the Joker tricked him into killing Martha with his own hands and nuking Metropolis instantly killing millions of people so he couldn't help killing the Joker That average guy from Kansas.

He is a Kryptonian with a power that is almost invincible to the people of Earth.

He is Kal-El.

He can do many things.

So when Clark said that no one objected to the establishment of a new regime, because they needed a place for them to vent their emotions and pay homage to the destroyed metropolis.

The prosperous city that was praised by people was reduced to ruins in one breath, and the lives of millions of people disappeared.

Millions of people, since then it can only be a series of cold numbers.

Besides, if someone really wants to establish a new regime, who else can it be if it is not Superman?Everyone thought so at the time.

Millions of innocent souls in the metropolis need to be sacrificed.

But after a year, no one said such things. Everyone said that Superman became a dictator, and everyone began to criticize Superman.

What was he doing then?He ignored these insignificant voices, and he was busy cleaning up the regime, because he didn't want to see wars between countries for their own interests, and those who were still capable of resisting him were cleaned up one by one.

There should be no violence in this world, he needs a peaceful world.

Clark began to ban all voices against him, but one night after he did so, he flew outside the earth to look at this beautiful and fragile blue planet, and he suddenly thought about what he was doing, what he was doing now Isn't everything the thing he hated the most in the past?

At the beginning, he couldn't talk about the millions of ghosts in the metropolis. It was a Pandora's box, which could never be closed after opening, and one disgusting thing after another was released.

Emotions control rationality, and once you break the previous norms, you can really do anything.

He fell into self-blame, but everything was irreversible, there was no turning back, and he had no choice again.

The author has something to say:

Believe me, this is just a superstar in the world of injustice (emphasis added), even if he is wearing an injustice mask, he is still a superstar (otherwise he would not regret what he did), and it is just to borrow a background, except This introduction will not involve any plot of Injustice World.

After all, we are not abusers (?▽｀)

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