Clark has something to say

Batman and Superman, once known as the world's first partner, in the words of the little reporter, "We fit each other like a hand and a glove."

Bruce knew what a good person Clark was before, but when the figure of the man from yesterday was suddenly mentioned in front of him, he still felt as if he had been hammered hard on the head.

His fingers moved unconsciously to his throat, his breathing was stagnant, his chest was numb, and guilt and pain almost crushed him.

Clark is the most beautiful and brilliant person he has ever seen, gathering all hope. The big blue man doesn't know it, but every time he stands on the ground and looks up at Superman flying through the air, his heart is completely peaceful and joyful .

Superman itself is a tireless, always shining sun.

That's why he forbids the Justice League from setting foot in Gotham, especially Clark. The light on him can make those lunatics in Gotham even more crazy. Diana is an exception. The goddess who has lived for thousands of years has no expectations for human beings. —maybe because the first human she saw broke her heart.

It was Clark's fault that he gave the Joker the chance to corrupt Clark.

A little clod fell from the wall of the Bat Cave, and a few mice rushed out quickly, and then fled back into the cave. Bruce took a last look at the shadow, and entered everyone's identity information into the system.

Open the lead box, and the green kryptonite is inlaid on the silver-white ring, twinkling.

Jason and Damian were still waiting for him at the entrance to the Batcave.

Bruce looked around, closed the lid, and rummaged through the pile of dilapidated instruments, and found some usable things. Since his identity was revealed, Wayne Manor has been tightly guarded. Most of the bad things are usable.

He disassembled several parts and assembled them into a simple device that can shield super hearing.

After finishing all this, Bruce did not go to the entrance of the cave, but went to a deeper place, where there was a secret door operated by hand, he forcefully pushed down the control lever, and the rotten and damp breath came out from the dark round hole. come out.

At the entrance of the Batcave, Jason leaned quite comfortably on one side, surrounded by several stunned super soldiers. For many days in a row, he was squeezed by Tim until he couldn't even close his eyes. As time passed, The black-haired youth gradually straightened up.

Bruce spent too long in the Batcave.

As soon as his face changed, Damian noticed: "What's the matter?"

Jason gritted his back molars, took out the communicator, and typed a string of codes on it with his fingers, but the communicator suddenly vibrated.

Damian moved closer: "I'm calling Drake now—"

"No need." Jason's voice was cold: "Let's go back and start Project E28."

He shifted his weight to the other leg: "The old bat left first, and he asked me to tell you that he is very happy to see you this time."

Damian was taken aback for a moment, his green eyes darkened, and he deliberately changed the topic: "Then let's go back..."

Jason said coldly: "Where are you going?"

Damian frowned: "You—"

Jason looked at Damian's face that was too similar to Bruce, and his anger rose up. The aggrieved by Bruce was all ignited the moment Damian looked at him.

Red Hood was really suffocated by this fucking world. He finally crawled out of the cemetery, not because he wanted to be rubbed by Superman. After joining the Resistance Army, Jason had to put away his unruly nature and be beaten by Superman. forced to become calm.

But now it's just him and Damian.

There is definitely no hope for being kind and filial with the old father, but he can still beat Damian instead, even if he may break a few bones himself.

He weighed the pros and cons.

Worth it.

Jason turned his eyes away from Damian's green eyes. Bloodlines are really amazing things. Now Damian is looking at him, obviously not speaking, but Jason sees the shadow of Bruce in him.

He moved his fingers and continued to find fault, his face was full of irritability: "Where is the clothes I asked you to pick?"

Damian's jaw tightened.

Good, Jason thought, finally some fun in the overly boring life—

Damian lowered his eyes silently, and with a slight force of knuckle fingers, he removed the super soldier's exoskeleton armor, innocent and obedient.

Jason: "..."

He swears.

**

Bruce went to the watchtower first. He wanted to meet Diana and Clark first, but the two had already left.

He has Diana's authority, and now the Injustice League has no restrictions on him.

Those who can climb the watchtower are the confidantes of the Supreme Head of State. He turned around, and the guards with helmets would stare at him hostilely when he walked by.

It was only a few days before the global live broadcast, and he had to plan everything within a few days. Bruce fumbled around and buried a back door into the master control center.

Then, he strolled to the porthole, the porthole of the watchtower was wide and big, the glass was clean and clear, Bruce didn't think about anything, just stood there quietly, looking into the void.

After a while, he turned his head to the side, trying to see the sun.

A beam of yellow light shone down from overhead.

Bruce sighed: "... Hal."

The former Emerald Knight now has a bright yellow body, but his tone is still as casual as ever. Hal tapped the floor with his toe: "Bat—Bruce, long time no see."

"This is the first time I've called your name."

Bruce hooked his lips slightly, but said nothing.

He didn't ask what Green Lantern was here for, but Hal became more and more anxious. He hesitated for a long time, and whispered urgently: "You really want to join us?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

Hal: "No, how can you join us? The Supreme Head of State believes that?"

He had a sullen face, obviously he was one of the rulers of the regime, but he didn't look happy at all: "You turned your back so suddenly, have you ever thought about those soldiers who followed you?"

"They are all civilians. If it weren't for you, they might all stay at home..."

As he talked, he couldn't go on.

Under the dark knight's calm gaze, Hal gradually revealed a tired and dejected expression. He wiped his face and smiled wryly: "You really have no plan?"

He is now completely at a loss. When Injustice first started, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Clark's actions, and he put on the yellow light ring willingly.

In the past, every superhero had his own city. When the regime re-divided the jurisdiction, he was assigned to the former Seaside City and the current T49 District.

Once he turned off the light ring and went to the tavern to pass the time in his normal clothes. In the corner, he met his best friend.

There were already countless wine bottles in front of Flash, and the fast metabolism caused alcohol to have no effect on him.

Hal went over to say hello, but the little red man didn't seem to hear anything. After a long time, he raised his eyes, the confusion in his eyes could no longer be concealed: "The rogue gang just attacked the Flash Museum."

Hal: "Oh... then they are now? Which concentration camp are they in?"

Barry: "Arkham."

The members of the Rascal Gang are all Flash's exclusive villains. Among the group of vicious villains, they are a clear stream. In the past, they would help their little red men when they encountered the crisis of destroying Central City.

It's not going to be thrown into Arkham at all.

Hal: "...uh, Barry, think about what they used to do—"

The little red man reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth: "They couldn't survive, but the mirror image master was there at the time, as long as they wanted, they could hide in and escape at any time."

"They said, hey man, how did you get so good? All of a sudden they're all ruthless—"

Hal glanced at the yellow light ring on his finger and was speechless. From that day on, he was not as focused on dealing with the rebels as before. As a result, one day, Batman, who he thought would always go against the regime, turned out to be defected?

Bruce gave him a deep look: "Hal, do the right thing."

Then, instead of staying in the watchtower, he was directly teleported back to Clark's room through the sonic boom channel. Big white dog with red cape.

Seeing Bruce, the dog whimpered humanely, rushed over like a cannonball, pawed at Bruce's trouser legs, fluffy tail, and slapped on the ground.

Bruce: "...Little Krypton?"

Little Krypton: "Wow!"

He looked at Clark again, and just went out for a while. There were a lot of things in the room of the god on earth, especially the kitchen, which suddenly added a lot of fireworks.

This was the same as his initial plan, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you move so many things all of a sudden?"

Clark put the fried eggs in the pan on the plate: "I think, you will be here in the future, I know you don't like what the heat sight makes."

Bruce watched him set the tableware. On the narrow round table, there were two round plates with sun-dried eggs inside, still steaming.

Clark made himself a copy too.

Bruce walked over slowly, opened the chair and sat down, picked up the knife and fork, and carefully broke the egg yolk.

The knee hit something suddenly.

The god of the world didn't know where to find such a delicate and small thing. Two tall men sat together, and when they moved a little, their legs touched.

Bruce paused, and Krypton ran over to him again, and the Kryptonian dog's powerful tail wrapped around Bruce's calf.

Clark's voice was very gentle: "Little Krypton, don't make trouble."

Bruce was stunned for a brief moment, then slowly moved his hand into his pocket, took it out, and spread his fingers: "This is for you."

It's a keychain.

A small golden planet with the words Daily Planet engraved on the star ring.

Bruce used to have the habit of collecting souvenirs, Dick's first straight A report card, Jason's broken hook, Diana's hairpin... the little golden ball is one of them.

He went to the Batcave to pick up a lot of things, and when he was prying the safe, he saw this gadget lying alone in the corner, so he took it out together.

The safe had been deformed by the impact, but it was unscathed.

He originally planned to keep it for himself as a souvenir, but after taking it out, he needed to explain where he found it. Bruce thought for a while: "Clark, today I..."

"No need." The god on earth said gently, "Bruce, you don't need to explain to me."

"I believe you."

He frowned slightly, took the little golden ball and held it in his palm: "Thank you."