Clark has something to say

A bald head alighted from the helicopter.

Lex Luthor, the smartest man on earth.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he saw a very slight, offended displeasure on the handsome face of the god on earth.

Lex paused for a moment, then smiled: "Carl, did I interrupt your business?"

There are not many opportunities to get in touch with Batman under the eyes of the head of the Injustice League. He was not on the scene that day, and then he could only inquire about it from the rumors among the super soldiers.

Batman died miserably, Batman was taken away by Wonder Woman, Batman was shot through the head on the spot and hung on the Gotham gargoyle——

Lex: "..."

What a mess.

He knew that Batman must have his own reasons for staying, even so, he was still worried for a few days, for fear that the crazy Kryptonians would wring his neck.

As a result, not only did Clark fail to break Bruce's neck, but he was provoked and became uneasy. As Superman's best friend, although the god of the world had a handsome and solemn face, as long as no one reported to him, the supreme head of state would start Distracted.

His mind wandered away, and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth as he walked. After a while, he seemed to convince himself again, and his expression relaxed a little.

He has to watch the Supreme Head of State perform this kind of drama countless times a day.

Lex: "..."

Well, Batman must be alive, and besides Batman, he can't think of anyone else who can make the Supreme Head of State like this.

Annoying.

He really couldn't figure out what Superman was thinking, just like he couldn't figure out where Batman got the confidence to stick to Superman or Superman.

After the nuclear bombing of Metropolis, he was on Clark's side, but in the end he rebelled first. Bruce, who was against Clark from the beginning, firmly believed in him.

Bruce had naturally seen Clark killing people.

The unjust war has been fought until now, and the rulers' methods have become more and more stringent. Under high pressure, the scale of the rebel army has also expanded.

But Superman's power is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He landed in the crowd, and he was a super-powerful nuclear weapon. Lex had seen with his own eyes how Clark used his red-hot eyesight to melt away the humans in the concentration camp like melons and vegetables.

In the huge camp, there were only charred flesh and corpses lying all over the body. The hellish scene made Lex feel cold inside.

Clark is no longer the Superman he used to be.

Lex thought, maybe there are some Rebel fighters who don't even know what they are fighting against, but Batman shouldn't, no one knows what monster he is fighting better than him.

Batman is not someone who can't get out of the past.

Lex thought about it and decided to respect Bruce's judgment, perhaps in a corner of his heart, he had always hoped so sincerely.

Lex took over the sub-command of the Rebel Army. As a member of the Injustice League on the surface, he spent a little effort to find out where Bruce was locked up.

He had no good reason to go to Superman's room.

It's too private, even if something happens to the Injustice Alliance, and he is also in the Hall of Justice, he only needs to connect to the Alliance communicator, and he will naturally find the god on earth.

Until today, he had the chance to contact Bruce.

Clark crossed his arms: "What makes you so anxious to find me?"

He was not surprised that Lex could find him, but he was surprised that Lex would choose this time to disturb him. The greatest advantage of his friend is knowing how to do the right thing at the right time and place.

If it was normal, Clark wouldn't be so suspicious, but anything related to Batman was worth thinking about.

Suspicion crept up bit by bit.

Lex calmly: "Because of this matter, I can only find you."

He glanced at Bruce, then turned his gaze back to Clark's face, and asked in a questioning tone, "Is it okay?"

Bruce tactfully: "You talk first."

"Need not."

Clark slowly put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, the movement was very light, but it showed the meaning that he could not refuse, he said normally and calmly: "Lex, you can say it."

Lex nodded and smiled: "Bruce, this matter has something to do with you too."

Then, he stopped being tricky, and directly threw a thunderbolt.

"—I saw Nightwing."

Clark raised an eyebrow: "Damian? What did he do again?"

Lex: "..."

Yep, now Nightwing is Damian.

Bruce lowered his eyes, heart sank.

For a long time, he had been deliberately not thinking about Damian, since Dick died because of Damian, they had broken forever and completely.

Although there were many encounters with the Injustice, except for the first few times, Damian would automatically walk around him later.

I heard that the kid took over the title of Night Wing and also changed into Dick's uniform. Last time in the Hall of Justice, Damie was fighting with Jason, so he didn't take a second look elsewhere.

Bruce can also guess that Damian's situation is not very good.

To be precise, he is the only bat superhero left in Injustice. No matter how Damian tries to draw a line with the past, he still has the mark of the bat on his body.

It also means that, except for a few veterans of the Justice League, most Superheroes regard him as an outsider.

Clark may take care of him, but Damian himself is a paranoid and lonely child, and he will not deliberately follow the Supreme Head of State to snatch the right to speak from the Injustice——

Lex: "I'm talking about Dick Grayson."

He watched with satisfaction as Batman and Superman put on expressions that would scare anyone away.

Bruce had never lost his composure before. He felt that he was about to lose his standing. His right leg gave way, and he staggered forward a step before he stood still: "You said you saw——Dick?"

Clark's face was more solemn than ever, and his blue eyes were too dark: "Lex, did you really see him?"

"I'm not sure." Lex shrugged: "I'm not sure if the shadow I saw in the Hall of Justice is him, and all the monitoring has been checked, and there is nothing abnormal."

He's kicked the point back pretty badly.

Lex said naturally: "But I think it is necessary to report this matter to you, Carl, if you still need me to follow up..."

"No need." Bruce's jaw was tense, tremors ran through his body from the soles of his feet, and there was even a little buzzing in his ears. He collected himself: "Take me back."

Clark: "You heard that too, it's not necessarily Dick..."

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Under the sharp gaze of the dark knight's blade, he even forgot what he wanted to say for a moment. When Lex saw this, he didn't want to stay for a second, and turned around to leave.

Clark wanted to reorganize his words. The appearance of someone suspected of Dick did make him lose his mind for a few seconds. After the shock passed, reason prevailed again.

Whether it is true or not, it must be a big problem.

He secretly thought about how to prevent Bruce from intervening in the investigation, but he heard extremely strong emotions in the other party's voice, which seemed to be oozing out, and it sounded a little trembling.

"Clark, you owe me him."

**

Hall of Justice, Command Room.

Barry looked at the Zhenglian consultant in the past with a bewildered expression, striding into the command room, and a soldier tried to stop him, but he was directly thrown to the ground.

The person following Bruce was the supreme head of the Injustice League, Kar-El.

Barry: "..."

He almost thought he was delusional, and then took a closer look at Clark's uniform before he was sure he wasn't dreaming.

This situation is too similar to the past.

The little red man swallowed hard, not sure which one it was, he knew that Bruce was locked up by Clark...

Did Superman get killed?

A flash of light flashed quickly in his eyes, and then, a red shadow flashed at an unseen speed. In an instant, he ran to Bruce's side, hesitantly: "Bat, bat..."

He glanced at Clark quickly, but Clark's super speed still caught this small detail: "What's the matter with you, Barry?"

Barry was slightly taken aback.

So Clark is still awake?

He laughed dryly and said in a panic, "No, Carl, how could you—"

Clark didn't care, he completely understood why Barry was flustered, and smiled: "Barry, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Bruce said bluntly: "Flash, you go to confirm the defense system of the Hall of Justice."

Barry's body tensed subconsciously, and he rushed out. Obedience to Batman's orders was a conditioned reflex honed in countless cooperations in the past. He didn't realize that something was wrong until he was halfway through the rush.

It was too late to go back.

He checked it nervously, but when he returned, he didn't know whether he should speak or not.

The scene in front of him was so harmonious, so harmonious that it was weird. He calmed down for a few seconds and said with a complicated mood, "There is nothing wrong with the defense system."

Clark turned his face: "I said, you should trust Lex."

If there was a loophole in the defense system, Lex would have told him long ago.

It was only then that Barry noticed that Bruce's mood was wrong. Zhenglian's consultant was so patient that he stayed in a daze for a long time before realizing it.

He thought, since Clark let Bruce use the podium, it wouldn't matter if he talked to Bruce.

"Uh... Bruce, what's going on?"

He thought he wouldn't get a response, but he heard the dark knight hoarsely: "Have you seen Dick lately?"

Barry: "...Dick? He's not...uh, sorry Bruce, you might..."

He didn't dare to finish, after all, the atmosphere right now was too heavy.

For a long time, he heard the sound of the soul being repeatedly torn apart and polished with sandpaper.

"I see."

**

Bruce walked towards Clark's room with heavy footsteps. Maybe Clark still had some old feelings and didn't talk to him at this time.

Otherwise, he really couldn't guarantee whether he would punch the god of the world in the face.

Before inspecting the Hall of Justice, he repeatedly warned himself not to have too much hope, but when reality shattered his fantasy again, he actually felt that he might be crushed.

Clark followed him all the way to the door, and turned on the X-ray inspection.

He was hesitating, hesitating whether to keep Bruce hopeful about this, and the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Clark thought for a while: "I've already contacted the Raven, maybe I can find something from the mysterious side..."

Bruce interrupted him: "I see."

He looked at Clark, it was rare for a god on earth to show such a side - bewildered like an abandoned puppy.

"Leave me alone for a while."

After closing the door, he didn't want to take another step, so he leaned against the door panel and sat on the ground with his arms supporting his knees, letting himself be overwhelmed by exhaustion.

"..."

"...Well, how did you get yourself like this, Bruce?"