Clark has something to say

The god of the world pushed open the door, and the little robot in the Fortress of Solitude greeted him happily: "Kal-El."

Jason heard the sound, like a rabbit being picked up by the ears and shaken. He tensed his jaw, stood where he was, and waited for Carl to come over without retreating.

Carl walks past him and leans down to see Batman lying in the treatment bay.

Jason: "...he needs to be cured, can he be cured?"

Krypton's treatment chamber is not opened to the maximum, it can only heal some trauma.

He just wanted to launch a Batman kill that was still intact, or rather, he just wanted to ensure that Bruce didn't die from a physical breakdown before the scheduled date.

Carl: "No."

He touched the device with purple light on Bruce's forehead: "Open your eyes."

Bruce opened his eyes.

Until he had already held the bat in his palm, Carl didn't look down on Bruce at all, he carefully observed Bruce's pupils.

The man had purple blue eyes, lifeless, and the bright sunlight from the Arctic Circle did not add any warmth.

Jason began to panic. He knew that Bruce was always awake, and wanted to tease Carl to distract him.

Immediately, he saw Carl slightly flex his index finger, rubbing against Bruce's eyelashes with his fingertips, and then gently stroking the small piece of skin under his eyes with his thumb.

Jason: "..."

If one of these two people is not wearing this cold armor, and the other is not wearing a brain control device, then it is really a dream back to five years ago.

At first glance, it is quite warm.

Bruce stared at Carl. Since the beginning of the war, he had rarely had the opportunity to see the gods floating in the clouds.

Thinking of what Dick said, he stared intently, trying to search for something he was familiar with in Carl's eyes.

After watching for a while, he didn't feel any change.

He clearly saw a scarred Clark under the Supreme Head of State's shell.

Clark has lost too much, Martha, Metropolis—from the establishment of the regime, he has never seen Clark showing a smile without any haze like before. He is not happy, and he is not happy at all.

How can a real dictator be unhappy in the face of the kingdom he rules?

He is not the only one who has been losing.

The Supreme Head of State held the whole world tightly. At the same time, Kal-El also lost everything. Bruce knew how happy Clark was when he received thanks after saving the cat and the people. Gods belonging to humans, monsters with irresistible power.

How sad is the former Clark and the current Kal-El?

Dick asked him then, "That's all you wanted to say?"

But Bruce really had nothing to say, he didn't think it was an accident that he was put on a mind control device, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Carl executing himself.

— Diana was hit.

If something happened to Diana, there would really be no one left by Clark's side.

The kryptonite gun can eliminate Superman's ability, but it is only aimed at Superman. Time is running out. This weapon has not even gone through the testing stage. Bruce can't guess what Diana's situation is now.

Bruce never agrees with the term "God on Earth", but he likes to watch the media refer to Clark as the Son of Tomorrow. Anyone who is a little familiar with Clark will not feel that this young man in a small town looks like a god——

Even now, Bruce doesn't feel that Clark has changed from the past.

His starting point for everything is to protect everyone and this planet. With the power of Kryptonians, he can turn any barren planet in the universe into Eden. If he is really heartbroken , he can go anytime.

But Clark didn't leave, even though he was being tortured every day.

This is Clark's home. He has nowhere to go. Anyone who is tortured by the clown will turn into a frightened bird, holding everything he has under his wings.

He was terrified.

But he's also Superman, a Kryptonian who's impossible to stop if he goes astray.

Everything Bruce did was like a body of flesh and blood standing in front of the train speeding towards him, trying to stop the train on his own.

As the leader of the Resistance, he shouldn't have thought so, but he really hoped that Diana was okay and that the Amazons were still holding the lasso of mantra and sitting in the command chair eating ice cream as always.

Now he pretends to be brain-controlled and can't do anything superfluous, but he just looks at the indifferent blue eyes of the god on earth, and at Clark's shattered soul——

He really wanted to give him a hug.

Carl: "Tell me about the base of the Rebels."

Bruce: "Area T49, U87, H7, the latitude and longitude are..."

Carl listened quietly, the super brain recorded all the information, but no one was searched.

After listening to it, he asked in an unclear manner, "Your brain doesn't protect this information?"

Bruce: "—the clone will take over my permissions."

Carl hooked his lips indifferently.

The implication is that the clone is also Batman. Since it is Batman, there will naturally be a plan to deal with the arrest of the subject. Carl also knows that the information he is asking now is probably useless.

Carl: "Diana was hurt badly, and I don't know if she'll ever wake up."

Bruce maintained the previous state.

The brain-controlled Batman can't respond to non-command sentences. It is basically an artificial AI without autonomy. Carl was silent for a while, but still couldn't restrain his emotions. He grabbed Bruce's shoulder and slammed back heavily. !

"—how could I have given you kryptonite before?"

Karl was almost driven crazy by self-blame. When he was in the Hall of Justice, he was completely in a state of stress, his emotions were stuck in the past, and his whole person only operated on reason and a little bit of emotion.

When he recovered now, the pain filled his heart belatedly.

Just come at him, if there is any attack, if there is any conspiracy, just come at him——

He would rather be the one lying in the treatment cabin now than Diana.

Carl: "Say something."

Bruce didn't move.

Karl turned his face sideways, and his eyes lit up again, wishing to burn the human beings in front of him, he thought, now you can always say something.

He ordered word by word: "Tell me, Bruce, what are you thinking."

Bruce: "--obey your orders, Supreme Head of State."

Carl hung his head.

In the snow-white environment of the Fortress of Solitude, surrounded by ice crystals, he looked so lonely, with his eyelashes half-covered, casting a shadow under his eyes.

The red capes all seemed to have faded.

Jason couldn't stand it anymore, he gently tugged on Carl's red cape, and said softly, "He's sorry."

The black-haired young man pursed his lips nervously. Every time he saw Clark and Bruce confronting each other, he wanted to tear his head off, especially now.

He actually resonated with the Supreme Head of State.

Reconciling with Bruce is more like reconciling with himself. For so many years, he has given up trying to extract a few words from Bruce, but Superman obviously hasn't gone through this process yet.

Carl's voice was cold and hard: "No, he's glad he killed Diana, after all, he just wanted to see—"

Jason interrupted him: "Clark!"

He didn't want Carl to continue talking, Bruce was just pretending to be mind-controlled, and he wasn't really a puppet.

Jason slowly explained: "Why do you think so? Clark, you don't know him yet..."

Carl: "I never knew him! He only cares about himself, and only cares about whether those lunatics are alive or not!"

"Has he ever had an emotion about all this? After Metropolis? Diana was his best friend, and now that she might die, do you think that counts as the right thing for him?"

The dark-haired young man opened his eyes slightly, as if shocked.

After a while, Jason spoke again: "He's just exhausted."

"...You are different from him, Clark, you have never understood him, you don't even have to dodge the nuclear bombs fired at you, but a small bullet can kill him!"

"Have you ever tried to nest in a cave and plan a little bit, thinking about the experience of squeezing your brains out? Do you think he is born to like to make so many backup plans-no! Any battle in Gotham, for him Even if he tried his best to be more thoughtful, ordinary people cannot control everything, and accidents will always happen!"

"What can he do? Harvey Dante, Barbara, Gordon... Losing is losing. What can he do except accept it?"

Jason clenched his deep teeth uneasily, his whole face was covered with frustration and annoyance: "Diana is a demigod, she will definitely get better."

This consolation is not touching at all, dry, like chewed bagasse.

Carl: "I don't know."

Jason repeated again: "It will be fine."

He wanted to explain a few more words for Bruce, but Carl's communicator rang, and the god on earth glanced at him: "Let Lex... wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry. Before leaving, he didn't forget to plug in Bruce's brain control device and fix it to the side.

Jason: "..."

He waited for a while: "Okay Bruce."

The Dark Knight stood there quietly, like a lifeless ornament, and after a few seconds, he blinked slowly.

Jason beckoned the little robot at the door to come over: "Hey, discuss it, can you turn off that... defense mechanism? At least don't leave surveillance video."

Little robot: "...I don't think so."

Bruce: "—Turn it off."

Little robot: "Got it!"

Jason didn't quite get used to it: "Wait, wait, the AI ​​in the Fortress of Solitude doesn't follow the character template generated by the Kryptonian Council, where did you come from?"

Little robot: "I am No. 001. I am responsible for taking care of the baby Kar-El in the flight cabin. After he escaped from the flight cabin, he fell into a dormant state."

"Five years ago, Bastion sent me a signal that Karl's mental state was extremely bad, but I recharged..."

Jason couldn't say a word: "It's been five years?"

001: "Ang."

The little robot turned to Bruce hesitantly: "You still need to rest. In fact, what Kal-El stored with me in the past...I want to show you."

Jason: "So you know your Kryptonian baby is scarier than Zod now? Can you control the center of the Fortress of Solitude?"

001: "No."

Jason: "A whole lot of kryptonite?"

001: "No."

Jason: "You don't have to be so defensive about me, I'm just asking, what are you doing?"

001 calmly said, "I'm just a nanny robot."

001 paused: "—Or order French fries?"