Clark has something to say
Chapter 48
This battle was a new experience for Karl.
Dazzling, there is no time to breathe.
The targets of Superman's previous battles were all the most powerful fighters in the universe, such as Darkseid Doomsday and so on. With such a powerful force, the fighting methods everyone chooses are basically the most brutal and simple hedging, punching to the flesh.
As for humans... the human opponents he has dealt with in this life, Bruce counts as one, and Lex counts as one.
And then there's the clown.
The first two people made unpleasant stories without knowing each other, and the latter was directly torn by him.
He knew that Bruce was very skilled, but never had he been able to bring him such a surprise, nor had he ever brought him such a threat—it didn’t count if he was pinned down and beaten under green kryptonite in the past. up.
Carl took a step back and swung his fist hard, but was blocked by the grid. He hooked the corner of his lips and continued to exert force.
——Boom!
The effectiveness of the potion was weakening with the passage of time, and the hard finger bones of the god on earth hit Batman's mask, and that piece was immediately broken and split. The strengthened flesh/body did not bleed or break skin, only half of his face was exposed.
Carl's eyes glanced over inadvertently, the damaged part, human blue eyes shining brightly in the sunlight above his head.
He said bluntly: "You can't beat me."
Even though he was still at a disadvantage, Carl's tone did not fluctuate much. Bruce's movements were not as fast as the beginning. It was only a matter of time before Batman was really put in prison.
Bruce gritted his teeth, the man who always held back, hummed vaguely from his throat, like a wounded beast.
But nothing wavered.
Carl's body paused.
When the alliance first took over the world, it wasn't that no one jumped out to object, speeches, parades, secret gatherings, when he swept the heads of a group of people with his hot eyes in annoyance, this ridiculous behavior never happened again appeared.
Until Batman shows up again.
Carl is confused, the same confusion that has been there since five years ago, and he wants to know, what is the motivation of Batman to keep fighting against him?
So persistent, so untiring—Bruce's approach always reminded him of trying to give up, but there was always a shadow of one or two remaining.
The object of Batman's obsession in the past was the existence known as Nightmare in Gotham, the Joker.
He also couldn't understand Bruce's feelings for the Joker. In the past, Carl always thought that Bruce hated the Joker as much as he did.
He's taken so much after all—he's made Bruce physically decay, he's broken, he's killed people Bruce loves, and he's opened up the scars over and over again for fun.
But now, Carl questioned his judgment at the time. Is Bruce's feelings for the Joker really that simple?Perhaps Bruce never tires of these dirty little games, the sheer malice and darkness are quite attractive, and don't the clowns have so many crowds?
He can't understand the human being called Batman. He once thought he understood. The Dark Knight is a taciturn character. In the past, Clark would stand up when he was misunderstood.
Because he is self-righteous and wishful thinking that he knows everything about this human being!
He was wrong.
It's fake to bring back the old Clark Kent, Bruce loves the Joker, he's deeply fascinated by that evil incarnation, they're fighting each other with their lives in Gotham - he loves him.
And Carl kills the Joker.
Thinking about it carefully, Bruce has very little honesty with him. From the time they met, Batman's heart was locked. He never let Clark Kent walk in, and Kal-El was even more impossible. For years, every time we met, he was explaining to Bruce, what he tried to show Bruce, but what did he get in return?
"No." Bruce said.
"No, Clark," Bruce said.
Just like now, the man's lips were hardened with chalky lipstick, and it wasn't the first time Bruce had betrayed him.
In the first three years of the regime, Karl did not let the ravens add soul shields to himself-until Bruce used magic to create an illusion for him. In the illusion, he married Bruce and used Kryptonian technology to create a Boy, Bruce killed the Joker for him, Batman and Superman are the best team in the world, the energy of the yellow sun is running out, he and Bruce grow old together—
He spent a long and short life in it.
It's all fake!
After breaking free from the magic, he hated Bruce from the bottom of his heart. How cruel is this person who would take advantage of his lover's love for him and create weaknesses to make him fall into a dream?
Carl held back the fist that hit him: "You love clowns, don't you?"
The fist wind brushed past his ears, and the god on earth tilted his head slightly: "When I prevented you from killing the clown for Jason in the past, what were you thinking?"
"You're thinking, Superman is so in the way, he doesn't understand our unique code, we can't have a third person in our game, can we?"
Controlling his breath, Bruce asked in a low voice, "You—what are you talking about?"
Carl: "You're against me because I killed him in front of you, Bruce, you're so arrogant to make Martha, you make Metropolis the necessary price in your dirty little game."
Bruce: "—Arrogance?"
Carl: "I know you don't kill people, but the Metropolis has killed 5000 million ordinary people because of clowns... And Martha, you never see other people's pain. When everyone is crazy about the lost relatives and friends, you are What are you doing? Sticking to the noble principle of not killing people?"
Carl said coldly: "Tell me, do you mourn for him?"
Bruce didn't speak.
But what Karl hates the most is this. Arrogant human beings refuse to communicate, refuse to accept all truth, he is as stubborn as a rock that cannot be kicked, no matter how much he says, no matter how many sacrifices are in front of him——
Batman remained silent.
That being the case, Carl had nothing to say, he held Bruce's shoulders and folded back, and then threw him out heavily, while he floated into the air.
He stopped giving Bruce the chance to get close to him.
The god on earth gave up close combat, he floated to a high place, the roof of the Hall of Justice had been blown off, from Bruce's perspective, only Superman could be seen with the light behind his back, and the red cloak slowly swinging behind him.
In the blink of an eye, a huge force hit him, even though he had already bent his knees to stabilize his body, he still flew backwards uncontrollably.
The buildings where the uniforms were smashed through were scratched.
Before he got up from the ruins, the second wave of impact had already arrived.
This time, like Superman before him, he was embedded directly into the ground.
Carl slowly floated over, floating on a high place, not in a hurry to make a move, looking down at the man lying in the pothole.
He said, "Next time, you will die."
Bruce closed his eyes, his vision had begun to blur, and the medicine had worn off, but he still didn't feel anything—he was numb with pain all over his body.
He was not far from death, he thought, without Clark's hand.
Bruce has looked up at the figure of Superman countless times in the past, and none of them made him so sad. He was not as Karl imagined, he was shocked by the huge gap to despair, and even lost the courage to fight.
He is just sad.
Because of the backlight and the perspective from the bottom up, the Superman in Bruce's eyes is plated with a layer of gold, just like in the past.
Carl: "Stop now, you can still live."
Bruce calculated the time again, and found that there was still time to delay, Lex was not ready yet, and it would take a while for kryptonite to be converted into weapon energy. If he stopped now, there would really be no chance.
Clark's power once again shattered his plans.
Batman's plan can hardly go wrong, but Superman's strength is too strong, so the original time is a bit late.
The injection in the armor is gone.
Bruce clenched his fingers, and the transformation capsule slid out again. He turned his face, swallowed quickly, and swallowed the capsule into his stomach.
Carl didn't stop him this time.
As if he had expected it a long time ago, he shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter."
Carl didn't even bother to use super speed, he fell to the ground, gave the opponent enough time to get up, and then waited for Bruce to stabilize: "Are you ready?"
The bat uniform was almost destroyed, Carl's eyes flashed, and he moved his fingers to the tattered breastplate, and with a little force, he took it off.
Painted on the breastplate is a black bat with outstretched wings and pointed ears.
The god on earth glanced at it, and threw the breastplate casually on the ground. When he stepped on it, the bat made a sound of metal breaking and broke into two pieces.
Bruce swallowed hard the blood welling up his throat, and when he breathed, he felt like a blown bellows.
Carl walked forward steadily, and every step seemed to be measured. He stretched out his hand, locked Bruce's throat, and slammed it in the direction of the Hall of Justice.
Bruce rubbed his elbows against the floor, stopping the tendency to continue sliding backwards.
He stood up again, but did not wait for the expected attack.
A hand wearing a leather glove gently hugged his upper body and slowly helped him up.
Jason helped him stand in silence, then stood in front of him, raised his head to confront the god in the sky, his blue eyes almost bursting into flames.
Carl didn't care about him, all his attention was attracted by another person, who stopped in the air like a log.
With a cold face, Dick stopped in front of him without any hesitation: "Long time no see, Clark."
"—you're such a bastard."
After finishing speaking, he crashed into the body of the god on earth without hesitation. Driven by strong emotions, he broke through the soul shield set by the raven and occupied Karl's body.
Dick: "...oh!"
Countless noisy voices rushed towards him, the usual scenery in front of him became bizarre, and the overload of information washed over his brain.
This body is completely different from a human being.
He fell crookedly like a shot bird, and at the same time, accompanied by a slight explosion sound, a terrifying green light shot out from the darkness, and accurately shot at the god on earth!
A figure fell in response to the sound, and the smell of burning skin gradually dissipated. Karl half-kneeled on the ground, looking down at the person in front of him, and when he looked up again, his blue eyes were burning blood red.
Bruce let out a breath slowly and pressed Jason's shoulder with difficulty.
"...enabling Project E28."
Dazzling, there is no time to breathe.
The targets of Superman's previous battles were all the most powerful fighters in the universe, such as Darkseid Doomsday and so on. With such a powerful force, the fighting methods everyone chooses are basically the most brutal and simple hedging, punching to the flesh.
As for humans... the human opponents he has dealt with in this life, Bruce counts as one, and Lex counts as one.
And then there's the clown.
The first two people made unpleasant stories without knowing each other, and the latter was directly torn by him.
He knew that Bruce was very skilled, but never had he been able to bring him such a surprise, nor had he ever brought him such a threat—it didn’t count if he was pinned down and beaten under green kryptonite in the past. up.
Carl took a step back and swung his fist hard, but was blocked by the grid. He hooked the corner of his lips and continued to exert force.
——Boom!
The effectiveness of the potion was weakening with the passage of time, and the hard finger bones of the god on earth hit Batman's mask, and that piece was immediately broken and split. The strengthened flesh/body did not bleed or break skin, only half of his face was exposed.
Carl's eyes glanced over inadvertently, the damaged part, human blue eyes shining brightly in the sunlight above his head.
He said bluntly: "You can't beat me."
Even though he was still at a disadvantage, Carl's tone did not fluctuate much. Bruce's movements were not as fast as the beginning. It was only a matter of time before Batman was really put in prison.
Bruce gritted his teeth, the man who always held back, hummed vaguely from his throat, like a wounded beast.
But nothing wavered.
Carl's body paused.
When the alliance first took over the world, it wasn't that no one jumped out to object, speeches, parades, secret gatherings, when he swept the heads of a group of people with his hot eyes in annoyance, this ridiculous behavior never happened again appeared.
Until Batman shows up again.
Carl is confused, the same confusion that has been there since five years ago, and he wants to know, what is the motivation of Batman to keep fighting against him?
So persistent, so untiring—Bruce's approach always reminded him of trying to give up, but there was always a shadow of one or two remaining.
The object of Batman's obsession in the past was the existence known as Nightmare in Gotham, the Joker.
He also couldn't understand Bruce's feelings for the Joker. In the past, Carl always thought that Bruce hated the Joker as much as he did.
He's taken so much after all—he's made Bruce physically decay, he's broken, he's killed people Bruce loves, and he's opened up the scars over and over again for fun.
But now, Carl questioned his judgment at the time. Is Bruce's feelings for the Joker really that simple?Perhaps Bruce never tires of these dirty little games, the sheer malice and darkness are quite attractive, and don't the clowns have so many crowds?
He can't understand the human being called Batman. He once thought he understood. The Dark Knight is a taciturn character. In the past, Clark would stand up when he was misunderstood.
Because he is self-righteous and wishful thinking that he knows everything about this human being!
He was wrong.
It's fake to bring back the old Clark Kent, Bruce loves the Joker, he's deeply fascinated by that evil incarnation, they're fighting each other with their lives in Gotham - he loves him.
And Carl kills the Joker.
Thinking about it carefully, Bruce has very little honesty with him. From the time they met, Batman's heart was locked. He never let Clark Kent walk in, and Kal-El was even more impossible. For years, every time we met, he was explaining to Bruce, what he tried to show Bruce, but what did he get in return?
"No." Bruce said.
"No, Clark," Bruce said.
Just like now, the man's lips were hardened with chalky lipstick, and it wasn't the first time Bruce had betrayed him.
In the first three years of the regime, Karl did not let the ravens add soul shields to himself-until Bruce used magic to create an illusion for him. In the illusion, he married Bruce and used Kryptonian technology to create a Boy, Bruce killed the Joker for him, Batman and Superman are the best team in the world, the energy of the yellow sun is running out, he and Bruce grow old together—
He spent a long and short life in it.
It's all fake!
After breaking free from the magic, he hated Bruce from the bottom of his heart. How cruel is this person who would take advantage of his lover's love for him and create weaknesses to make him fall into a dream?
Carl held back the fist that hit him: "You love clowns, don't you?"
The fist wind brushed past his ears, and the god on earth tilted his head slightly: "When I prevented you from killing the clown for Jason in the past, what were you thinking?"
"You're thinking, Superman is so in the way, he doesn't understand our unique code, we can't have a third person in our game, can we?"
Controlling his breath, Bruce asked in a low voice, "You—what are you talking about?"
Carl: "You're against me because I killed him in front of you, Bruce, you're so arrogant to make Martha, you make Metropolis the necessary price in your dirty little game."
Bruce: "—Arrogance?"
Carl: "I know you don't kill people, but the Metropolis has killed 5000 million ordinary people because of clowns... And Martha, you never see other people's pain. When everyone is crazy about the lost relatives and friends, you are What are you doing? Sticking to the noble principle of not killing people?"
Carl said coldly: "Tell me, do you mourn for him?"
Bruce didn't speak.
But what Karl hates the most is this. Arrogant human beings refuse to communicate, refuse to accept all truth, he is as stubborn as a rock that cannot be kicked, no matter how much he says, no matter how many sacrifices are in front of him——
Batman remained silent.
That being the case, Carl had nothing to say, he held Bruce's shoulders and folded back, and then threw him out heavily, while he floated into the air.
He stopped giving Bruce the chance to get close to him.
The god on earth gave up close combat, he floated to a high place, the roof of the Hall of Justice had been blown off, from Bruce's perspective, only Superman could be seen with the light behind his back, and the red cloak slowly swinging behind him.
In the blink of an eye, a huge force hit him, even though he had already bent his knees to stabilize his body, he still flew backwards uncontrollably.
The buildings where the uniforms were smashed through were scratched.
Before he got up from the ruins, the second wave of impact had already arrived.
This time, like Superman before him, he was embedded directly into the ground.
Carl slowly floated over, floating on a high place, not in a hurry to make a move, looking down at the man lying in the pothole.
He said, "Next time, you will die."
Bruce closed his eyes, his vision had begun to blur, and the medicine had worn off, but he still didn't feel anything—he was numb with pain all over his body.
He was not far from death, he thought, without Clark's hand.
Bruce has looked up at the figure of Superman countless times in the past, and none of them made him so sad. He was not as Karl imagined, he was shocked by the huge gap to despair, and even lost the courage to fight.
He is just sad.
Because of the backlight and the perspective from the bottom up, the Superman in Bruce's eyes is plated with a layer of gold, just like in the past.
Carl: "Stop now, you can still live."
Bruce calculated the time again, and found that there was still time to delay, Lex was not ready yet, and it would take a while for kryptonite to be converted into weapon energy. If he stopped now, there would really be no chance.
Clark's power once again shattered his plans.
Batman's plan can hardly go wrong, but Superman's strength is too strong, so the original time is a bit late.
The injection in the armor is gone.
Bruce clenched his fingers, and the transformation capsule slid out again. He turned his face, swallowed quickly, and swallowed the capsule into his stomach.
Carl didn't stop him this time.
As if he had expected it a long time ago, he shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter."
Carl didn't even bother to use super speed, he fell to the ground, gave the opponent enough time to get up, and then waited for Bruce to stabilize: "Are you ready?"
The bat uniform was almost destroyed, Carl's eyes flashed, and he moved his fingers to the tattered breastplate, and with a little force, he took it off.
Painted on the breastplate is a black bat with outstretched wings and pointed ears.
The god on earth glanced at it, and threw the breastplate casually on the ground. When he stepped on it, the bat made a sound of metal breaking and broke into two pieces.
Bruce swallowed hard the blood welling up his throat, and when he breathed, he felt like a blown bellows.
Carl walked forward steadily, and every step seemed to be measured. He stretched out his hand, locked Bruce's throat, and slammed it in the direction of the Hall of Justice.
Bruce rubbed his elbows against the floor, stopping the tendency to continue sliding backwards.
He stood up again, but did not wait for the expected attack.
A hand wearing a leather glove gently hugged his upper body and slowly helped him up.
Jason helped him stand in silence, then stood in front of him, raised his head to confront the god in the sky, his blue eyes almost bursting into flames.
Carl didn't care about him, all his attention was attracted by another person, who stopped in the air like a log.
With a cold face, Dick stopped in front of him without any hesitation: "Long time no see, Clark."
"—you're such a bastard."
After finishing speaking, he crashed into the body of the god on earth without hesitation. Driven by strong emotions, he broke through the soul shield set by the raven and occupied Karl's body.
Dick: "...oh!"
Countless noisy voices rushed towards him, the usual scenery in front of him became bizarre, and the overload of information washed over his brain.
This body is completely different from a human being.
He fell crookedly like a shot bird, and at the same time, accompanied by a slight explosion sound, a terrifying green light shot out from the darkness, and accurately shot at the god on earth!
A figure fell in response to the sound, and the smell of burning skin gradually dissipated. Karl half-kneeled on the ground, looking down at the person in front of him, and when he looked up again, his blue eyes were burning blood red.
Bruce let out a breath slowly and pressed Jason's shoulder with difficulty.
"...enabling Project E28."
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