Clark has something to say

Bruce: "Okay."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the little robot shut his mouth obediently, and obediently waited for the dark knight to talk about business.

Bruce: "What do you want to show me?"

001: "...a birthday wish, sorry, I have too many things, I will look for them."

A virtual screen was thrown in the air by him.

001 is not an AI generated by the Kryptonian council character template, but Kal-El's father, Jor-El, was debugged over and over again according to the old Kryptonians in the literature before Kal-El was born.

001 thought well. When Carl was born, he wanted to make Carl the happiest Kryptonian baby in the world, but the plan couldn’t keep up with the changes. When Krypton exploded, he hurriedly went to the main brain to download a bunch of bedtime stories. He was sent to the spaceship by Joel.

Although the energy was exhausted, because of this special status, the Kryptonian spacecraft used him as a video recorder. When he was fully charged, he suddenly found that a large part of his memory was occupied.

001 turned along the record.

Carl is seven years old.

In the barn, a little boy with baby fat on his face pressed his face against the shell of the spaceship and sniffed: "I, I was the evil alien on TV, or was I adopted..."

"...Then do I still have a home?"

Carl is 12 years old.

Carl, with fluffy and curly hair, sat down on the ground.

"I want to play varsity football so they don't call me a freak anymore, but Jonathan says I haven't learned to control myself so I won't be able to join the club... Maybe it will be fine later."

Carl is 15 years old.

He had grown up by then, his shoulders had broadened, but he was still alone.

"I can't stand the super hearing all the time, so many people in the world are suffering... I try to turn off the super hearing, it doesn't work, hey man, I have to move you to the Fortress of Solitude .”

"...but I found a heartbeat."

Carl is 21 years old.

The small town youth with clear blue eyes touched his head.

"This is the uniform that Martha sewed for me. Isn't the color too bright?"

"... Seriously, aren't the cats in Metropolis so unfriendly? I broke a tire on a little boy and had to pay him a new bike... so low for an internship."

Carl is 22 years old.

Wearing a plaid shirt, the little reporter took time to catch fish while rushing to write, chattering in a low voice.

"I've got an alliance! I've found the owner of that heartbeat...and he's wearing black tights!"

"It feels so weird that someone pays for the war damage. 001, Diana said today that she can have a dinner or something. I baked an apple pie, and I hope they like it."

Carl is 28 years old.

The god on earth watched the little robot with his gentle blue eyes, and his voice was smiling.

"Everything is getting better, except that Bruce still won't let us set foot in Gotham, but I can give him Metropolis-now Metropolis is really the city of tomorrow, I rented a new apartment with a terrace, Five hours a day in the sun—”

"I'm not alone anymore, maybe I can rename the Fortress of Solitude...House of Justice?"

001 was already in a semi-awake state at that time. Although he couldn't move, he set off a few bunches of electronic fireworks for himself, and the rumbling sound made him feel like his heart was beating too.

Great, 001 thought.

He couldn't wait to wake up, meet the people Karl said, see Karl's planet, and his beloved Metropolis, 001 allocated part of his energy to stay awake, and waited happily.

——There is no more.

From that day on, Carl never came to the room where the baby cabin was placed. 001 was sad for a while, and worked harder to recharge.

When he finally came out, waiting at the door, waiting for his child to come home, and just greeted him the first time, he had a lot of things to say——

The blood-soaked red cloak flitted past his eyes.

001 was still looking down, Jason blinked his dry eyes, tried his best not to tremble: "What are you looking for?"

001: "Okay!"

With a snort, he pulled out a one-to-one Clark from the memory stick.

The man as handsome as Apollo struggled to compare the two rustic suits. In the end, he finally gave up struggling and put on a casual suit. He straightened his back deliberately and rubbed his face.

"Well, Bruce, it's been five years, and I think we can get closer—"

Clark grabbed his hair: "No."

"Bruce, I bought two tickets to the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey—"

Clark wisely didn't say what he said afterwards, he was melancholy for a long time, and quietly said, "Forget it."

"Happy birthday, Bruce." Then, he turned his face slightly: "Would you like to spend your life with me?"

Bruce just watched silently.

001 turned off the projection: "This is the reminder that Karl prepared for himself five years ago. Now is the time. If you want to know, I have a more detailed plan here."

"By the way, the last time he crossed off the child option, the reason is that Damian makes young bald."

001 paused: "Bruce, happy birthday."

Bruce smiled lightly.

Dick, who didn't know when floated over, grabbed the little robot: "Hey, 001, I'll give you a line, and you can send these to my collection."

Superman is Dick's white moonlight since he was a child. The bat computer has a huge partition, which is full of Superman information he has searched from all over the world. In the collection room of Wayne Manor, there are also Superman peripherals that Dick bought.

001 generously shared his treasure.

Bruce said abruptly: "What were you trying to tell me?"

The little robot said: "No, no, just this."

He looked even more contradictory. Half a day later, he sighed heavily: "I can operate the baby cabin, extract some ingredients to synthesize artificial kryptonite, and put it into your uniform."

He is an AI made by Joel, and he naturally inherited the will of his master. The reason why Joel died back then was because he opposed Zod's dictatorship and interstellar colonization plan.

He has to stop Carl.

Bruce nodded slightly: "Then?"

001 thought for a while: "Can you lock me and him into the Phantom Zone? I'll give you the key."

The little robot didn't get a response for a long time, and immediately became anxious: "Kal-El is the last citizen of Krypton, even if he is tried, he should follow the laws of Krypton—"

Jason patted him on the shoulder: "No, the Phantom Zone is not yet..."

Bruce: "Okay."

The metal shell of 001 flickered and turned into a warm tone, but it only lasted for a moment, and then cooled down again. He took Bruce and retreated to the door of the spaceship storage room.

The little robot touched it with nostalgia: "Oh."

In an instant, the spaceship began to deform and boil, thin green light gathered like silk thread, 001 narrowed his eyes, and slowly embedded it into the gap of his uniform.

A cold voice sounded above his head: "Traitor."

001 looked at Carl and lowered his head.

Bruce turned around sharply, elbows bent in a defensive motion.

Carl: "You lifted the mind control? How did you do it—it doesn't matter."

The blue pupils of the god on earth started to turn red again, but this time there was obviously something wrong, the hot gaze was stored in his eyes, but he couldn't use them.

Carl was taken aback.

Then, a hard fist hit his face directly, and a small piece of his chin was bruised with the punch.

Carl's expression was gloomy, and his face became more and more ugly: "Kryptonite?"

Jason rubbed his finger bones: "Ha, Man of Steel?"

The god of the world gave him a cold look, his eyes were icy cold, his strength was greatly suppressed, but this also made him judge that the kryptonite held by Bruce was a counterfeit.

If it was real kryptonite, just taking it out would make him terribly weak.

He caught Bruce's attack, keenly noticing that the opponent's force was not as heavy as he thought.

The interval from the last battle was too short, and with the aftereffects of strengthening drugs, Carl floated up a little bit, bent his knees and kicked under the ribs of the bat uniform, and the connection was the weak point.

Bruce's skills were much slower, he barely grabbed Carl's arm and threw him out.

A lot of things were knocked over. 001 took a distressed breath and wanted to pick them up, but Jason held them down: "I need you to help me make this gun."

Before Lex died, he sent all his life's research to Jason.

On the other side, Carl gradually gained the upper hand, his ability was only suppressed, and his speed was still much faster than ordinary people, but Bruce was not as flexible as before.

Punch to the flesh.

Unlike the last big scene of landslides and landslides, both of them were trying to preserve their strength as much as possible. Bruce needed to control Carl and not let him get out of control.

But Karl gradually pushed him into the sun, and the blinding light blinded him.

The power of the god among men recovered a bit, he turned his wrist, clenched his fist, and slammed into the bat on Bruce's breastplate.

Bruce took a step back uncontrollably, but Carl seized the opportunity and fell directly to the ground, unable to move. His abdomen was pressed against his knees, making his breathing unstable for a moment.

Carl looked at him condescendingly: "You are always like this, always looking for death."

As she said that, her blue eyes turned red little by little, and her hot eyes were about to shoot out!

As soon as 001 came out, he saw this scene: "Carl!"

The god on earth turned his face to the side, and said indifferently: "And you."

001: "Carl, five years ago—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The blood-red hot eyes swept across 001 mercilessly, and under the extremely high temperature, the circuits inside were fused one after another.

001 is not a combat robot, nor does it have an indestructible metal shell, and even Carl as a baby can easily knock out dents in him.

After the little robot was burned out, the eyeballs made of metal rolled to Carl's side.

Carl glanced at it indifferently.

Bruce panted, struggling to make a sound, but Carl picked him up again and threw him into the hall.

There are also statues of Jor-El and Laura-El in the middle of the hall. Bruce tried to twist his waist to hide, he didn't want to destroy these two statues.

Bang!

A muffled groan of pain overflowed from the dark knight's chest. He propped himself on the ground with his hands and slowly got up.

Scattered eyes swept around, and when they touched a certain point, they suddenly focused.

Among the broken stones on the ground lay a small iron-gray lead box wrapped in a woolen coat.

That was the kryptonite he handed to Clark for the first time at the Fortress of Solitude.