Clark has something to say

There are many ways to test a person, and Bruce simulated countless plans before making a decision-disguised as Marlon Match, tested Luthor as Bruce Wayne, or slowly observed Superman secretly.

Bats are creatures that hide in the dark and walk through the night, but in the end, he chose the simplest and most brutal one.

...Even if it would offend Superman like last time.

As an ordinary human being, every victory of Batman is obtained by intelligence and prediction. Companion in the back?

Batman must master Superman's weaknesses and limits to ensure that if Superman loses control, he can immediately and effectively subdue him.

After seeing Gotham for the first time, he went to hack Luthor's database without sleep. The firewall of the Lex Group is quite strict, and the security level is comparable to that of the Batcave. Tim also stayed together for a few days and collected a lot of information about Superman. Interviews and speculations, superposition of multiple information, an anti-Superman armor was released.

…Go back and coat the Wayne Manor with lead. In addition, the Batcave needs to open up a vault dedicated to storing kryptonite, Bruce thought lightly.

But the influence of kryptonite on Superman is really too great. This is the first time Bruce has seen the power of this kind of stone with his own eyes. Even if he is mentally prepared, he can't help being shocked for a moment.

Clark was like a bird shot by a hunting/gun, and fell heavily almost at the same time that the kryptonite left the lead box. Bruce paused and waited cautiously aside instead of chasing after the victory.

After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Will you bleed?"

Clark: "..."

He began to wonder if he was trapped in a long nightmare and did not wake up. If it wasn't in a dream, how could there be such a terrible scene in real life?

That hoarse and rough voice must have been smoked by the fire of hell for countless centuries, and a few stone gargoyles suddenly poked in the dark sky—Patta!

The icy night dew fell down the tip of the gargoyle's tongue, and Clark's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Will you bleed?" He heard the other person repeat.

Bruce took a few steps forward and looked down condescendingly. From his perspective, Superman showed unprecedented embarrassment and fragility. The saint-like red cape was soaked in Gotham's dirty water randomly, and his face was bloodless. His curly hair was soaked in cold sweat and stuck to his forehead.

Clark put his hands on the ground, knelt in the dirty water, gritted his teeth silently, his vision gradually blurred.

—Did he do something wrong?

His knees were so weak, and the force of gravity seemed to have suddenly increased several times. Clark stood up against the wall and moved his lips: "Of course."

It was quiet, but Bruce could still hear it.

He shouldn't expect too much from Batman, Clark thought, staring quietly into the shadows, trying to speak as usual: "Why are you doing this... Is there a reason?"

The god on earth is so weak that he can't even stand still, but his blue eyes don't have the negative emotions that Bruce is familiar with - hatred, rage, cruelty... Those shadows that he is accustomed to have never existed from the beginning.

Those blue eyes were still as clear as the sky of the metropolis, occasionally there was a glimmer of fluctuation, but it disappeared quickly.

It's more of a daze, and a sadness that Bruce can't ignore-it's not sad just staying at the level of sadness.

The other party didn't seem to understand what happened at all, and he didn't know why he was treated like this.

Superman looks a lot like a human now.

But Bruce was struck by a sudden sense of guilt, he felt for no reason... like he kicked a puppy on the side of the road.

The puppy squatted aside obediently like that, looking at everyone with clean eyes, while he kicked the puppy's soft belly with his leather shoes mercilessly.

—Are you going to hurt me?

The puppy didn't show its fangs that could hurt people, it just curled up low and licked its own wound.

Bruce lowered his eyes, let go of his fingers, and the batarang that was originally held in his hand followed the mechanism and retracted the arm armor.

He rarely felt overwhelmed by the situation in front of him.

Bruce was born in Gotham, and he received very little kindness. After becoming Batman, the evil and chaos he faced increased exponentially.

The clown is the best representative.

Stare too long into the abyss, and the abyss stares back.

Batman's every step is like walking on a tightrope, precarious, and if he is not careful, he will be doomed. His reason and control are ground into steel in the torment day after day, and the heart that belongs to human beings is also gone. Encased in heavy armor and locked into corners.

He's usually the one who gets hurt.

But now there is a person, even though he has encountered the worst treatment, he still stands honestly on the side. Although he was beaten into a daze, he only asked a question lightly, and didn't even raise his anger.

...the backup plan suddenly lost its meaning.

Those weapons with huge lethality were useless at all, because the person he was guarding against was a soft plush bear from beginning to end, and he never thought of doing it.

The world's number one detective's brain was rarely stuck, and he noticed the details that he had overlooked last time. After Tim explained, Superman's hostility disappeared immediately.

Superman is never angry because of what happened to him. He can't see others being hurt, but he doesn't care if he gets hurt.

"You are dangerous." Bruce changed his mind unknowingly, and he explained dryly: "No one knows your origin, and no one knows whether you are human - where are your weaknesses and limits?"

"If you lose control, who can stop you?" Bruce was silent for a few seconds: "Humanity's existing technology has no effect on you."

Superman's excessive strength is the original sin.

Clark was taken aback.

Makes sense.

... Batman wasn't worrying unfoundedly. He straightened his cloak with his hands, but the crimson cloth could no longer restore its previous softness. Clark tried a few more times before giving up.

He did keep a secret from the world, maybe he wasn't ready, maybe he was afraid-it didn't matter when he was alone, but if he was going to form an alliance, why should he expect his companions to trust him unconditionally?

Clark looked at Batman seriously. Kryptonite radiation made him weaker and weaker. The little reporter thought for a moment, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

He solicited, "Can you put away the kryptonite first?"

"I can answer these questions for you." Clark leaned against the wall in frustration, and said a little aggrieved, "Actually, you can ask me directly."

"Anything is fine." He added hastily.

The blue eyes of the god on earth were full of sincerity and earnestness. He looked dirty, with stains stuck to his sculptural handsome face, and the places where his hands had been wiped were black and white.

"...You should change your uniform." Bruce suddenly felt the stains glaring.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is necessary for the plot. The setting of this article is the first encounter with Super Bat. It is purely the first contact. In the original work, the master seldom uses kryptonite on Super Bat. He hates this thing more than Clark. There will be kryptonite.