Clark has something to say

When they finally flew to the Fortress of Solitude, Jason was already freezing hard. He had reason to suspect that this was another way for the big blue man to kill people. He turned his face and looked at Bruce with sympathy—

The Dark Knight still had his eyes closed, but his expression was quite peaceful.

He reached out and touched Bruce's armor.

Warm and peaceful.

Jason: "..."

Red Hood flew into a rage.

Even if Superman went crazy, why did he become a double-standard dog?

He grabbed Carl's red cloak, raised his head, and pointed to the unmelted frost on his jacket: "Is there something wrong with you?"

After receiving Karl's inexplicable eyes, he became more and more depressed. Looking at the deserted snow field around him, he almost had a heart attack.

Damn, Fortress of Solitude.

It's useless to escape from this kind of place, there is no effective way to keep out the cold, he and Bruce can freeze to death here alive, not to mention that he is not sure what is going on with Bruce at all.

Carl didn't call out the Fortress of Solitude for a long time, Jason was trembling, and there were ten thousand sad frogs in his heart: "Clark, I know the story of the two of you and I don't deserve to have a name, but you want to kill the old bat, There's no point in freezing me to death here."

Carl: "..."

The expression on his face was still flat, but Jason did evoke some of his human emotions.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on in the mind of Bat's second child.

Carl: "I have a question for you."

Jason was so cold that he couldn't straighten his tongue: "...ask...ask, what?"

He pulled off Carl's red cloak and wrapped it around himself twice. It had to be said that the Kryptonian fabric was indeed different from his jacket.

Carl: "..."

Jason blinked, looked at him innocently, and said confidently, "Why?"

Carl looked back, his heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion, the Fortress of Solitude was pulled out from under the ice again, the corners of his eyes twitched, and with his fingers, he peeled back the red cloak from Jason.

Jason protested loudly: "...Hey!"

When he entered the Fortress of Solitude, his footsteps slowed down. The Fortress of Solitude was no different from the past—a mixture of rustic and plain furniture mixed with cutting-edge technological achievements. He passed a small robot and bumped it with his elbow: "Hi, Claire."

Carl frowned: "What did you say?"

Jason: "Her name is Claire, over there is Lisa, and this is Thomas."

He counted them like ordering: "Fred, Mark, Charles, Martin..."

Carl: "Shut up."

Jason: "...and the woolen hood you knitted was Betty."

Carl ignored him, stuck Bruce and walked inside, Jason followed behind him, step by step: "Have you fixed Catherine yet?"

Carl stopped: "I said, shut up."

Catherine is a gargoyle statue in Gotham, Dick's favorite one, where he and Diana used to meet up with Bruce, and it was supposed to be an old one, and the last time he dropped it, he accidentally stepped on a crack.

Jason bit the bullet and turned to the business: "So where are you taking the old bat?"

Carl: "Lab."

Jason's pupils shrank suddenly, he stopped talking, and followed Carl in silence. When he entered the laboratory, he was not stopped by the little robot, and they went in together.

When he saw the purple radiant crown, his whole body was furious, and without thinking about it, he punched the god on the chin.

There was a crisp snap.

Jason clutched his wrists, stopped in front of Carl, and said in a cold voice, "—— Brainiac's brain control device? Kar-El, you can't——you might as well just kill him like this."

He never imagined that Clark would use this kind of thing against Bruce.

Carl asked indifferently: "I can't?"

After the Alliance established its regime, Diana made a proposal in order to completely remove obstacles.

——Sweep away all possible threats in the universe, and erect the monument of the alliance with blood and fear.

Passed unanimously.

The status of the earth in the universe is quite special. If we want to talk about the level of technology, it is clearly at the bottom of the universe, but it is such a planet that has given birth to many fighters who can fight Darkseid.

The alliance finally hit the Titan star, Diana smashed the star core that was about to go out directly with her body, and Karl burned it through with heat vision, and then frozen it in an instant with freezing breath.

Brainiac's ship, a casualty of the process,

Since then, no alien visitors have dared to set foot on the earth.

If Batman was really brain-controlled, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for Bruce to wake up: "You didn't want to execute him publicly, so what?"

Carl threw him away like a kitten.

He rushed over again, and was thrown away again.

Jason could only watch helplessly as the device was put on Bruce's body bit by bit. He tasted the familiar feeling of powerlessness again. The last time he was 15 years old was killed by a clown in a warehouse in Ethiopia.

But this is different.

Last time he firmly believed that Bruce could find him, and this belief has been with him until the last second of his life. This time, who can find the Fortress of Solitude?

Bloodshots crawled up the whites of his eyes, and the black-haired young man looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, but he didn't even shake his hands when it came to the god on earth whose heart was frozen.

"...Shh, Little Wing, it's okay."

Jason's movements froze for a moment, and he continued to resist meaninglessly, but when he heard Dick's voice, his heart suddenly relaxed.

Dick: "I protected Bruce's brain, uh... Bruce may have to act with Clark for a few days, just wait and see... You don't want to beat him!"

Carl adjusted the device, but did not give an order. When Jason stood up again, he flashed over, grabbed his collar, and floated high.

Carl: "What's so good about him?"

It's a question that's haunted him for a long time, and Jason Todd, the second Robin killed by the Joker, is arguably the last person to oppose the regime.

As far as he knew, after Jason was resurrected, he argued with Bruce countless times because of whether he could kill the clown. The most serious one was that Jason almost beat Tim, and then blew up Wayne Manor. After the fight, both of them lay in bed for more than a month.

Carl: "As I remember, you were the one who hated that madman the most."

Jason took a deep breath: "I want to kill him, but what conflict does my wanting to kill him have with me standing on the old bat?"

He looked into the blue eyes of the god on earth, and suddenly realized that Clark was really asking questions, not mocking him or anything.

He felt incredible.

He didn't know which link went wrong. Did everyone around the Supreme Head of State die?After Bruce has fought him so many times, can't he say a few more words?

Jason: "Clark, the problem is not with the clown at all. There is no doubt that the lunatic should be damned, but what did you do? You did it wrong!"

"You put the earth in a bottle, do you think you're protecting them? You're slow murdering, I know you're freaked out by clowns, I understand how it feels, desperate to do something—"

"But you can't let your anger ruin everyone!"

Karl listened in silence.

Jason's voice also lowered: "...Clark, you are too powerful. If you didn't have these abilities, maybe you wouldn't be what you are today."

"When you become a superman, you should know that no matter how many things you do, as long as there is a slight mistake, you will be criticized countless times more than praise, let alone you are ruling the world in this way?"

Jason: "The living are almost suffocated by you, it's only been five years—"

"If I could, I wish you had never been Superman, or that you had never been to Earth."

He took a hard breath and said something, uneasily wondering if he had set Superman's nerves on fire again.

As a result, Carl thought for a while and said calmly, "I see."

He smiled slightly, as if he finally found the crux of the matter: "You're right, it's only been five years."

Carl: "It only takes 20 days to form a habit. If Batman dies, how long can the rest of us last?"

Diana was right, he thought.

He had long enough for the planet to get used to being ruled.

**

In the dark, Bruce gradually heard someone say something.

His whole body was in severe pain, and his body was pressed by the heavy armor, which made him almost unable to stand.

He listened intently and slowly opened his eyelids.

Dick: "Don't move! You are in the Fortress of Solitude now, and Clark has put a mind control device on you."

Bruce relaxed his body again and focused: [Report the situation. 】

Dick: "...that's all you want to say?"

Anyone in this illusion should not be able to abandon all personal emotions in the first place like Bruce, and then run like a machine.

He let out a long breath and said bitterly: "Clark will execute you publicly in three days, that is to say, you only have three days left."

"...It's hopeless, Bruce." The big blue bird sighed again: "Now this Superman, I don't know him anymore."

He couldn't just watch Clark kill Bruce.

Bruce was silent for a while: "Joel, the AI ​​in the Fortress of Solitude, may know that there are other ways. I have kept a lot of memory backups..."

"Sorry, Dick." He was silent for a few seconds, apologizing softly.

Dick was very upset, thinking that you are apologizing to me, wouldn't it be better to live a few more days with this skill——

Suddenly, both he and Bruce felt poked in the face at the same time.

"Damn it, you said you can't mess with anyone, but you want to mess with the Kryptonians, and now the Kryptonians are crazy, and they are tossing out such a shitty play. Seriously, why can't you get into the mattress like in the movie? And save the world by the way?"

Dick and Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "Dick?"

Dick said weakly: "—don't ask me!"

Jason continued to babble: "I don't think he treats others like that, you know? Kryptonians have double standards, so I can't apply for a treatment room. Seriously, you might as well be with me if you mess with him— "

Dick: "Cough."

The face was poked again, and after a while, it was poked again.

Bruce listened to Jason talking more and more, froze for a while, and opened his eyes.

He saw Jason swaying his plastered hand, fingers sticking out, poking himself incongruously.

look at each other.

Jason paused, and said nonchalantly, "Hi?"