Clark has something to say

When Jason finally came out with a weapon in hand, this was what he saw.

Bruce and Carl were wrestling with each other, and he was about to help when a heavy knee hit Carl directly on the temple.

The god on earth swayed, his body softened, and he wanted to get up, but his feet softened and he knelt down on the ground again.

Jason hugged the weapon and rubbed it: "Hey, hey—what's the situation? Bruce, are you on drugs again?"

No, strengthening potions can't do this.

Even though Carl had fallen to the ground, Bruce still grabbed the red cloak of the god of men, loosened and tightened his fingers, and finally punched him.

Superman, who was affected by green kryptonite, was in such a panic that his wrists lost strength, and he could only support his body on his elbows, precariously on the verge of falling.

Jason's eyes widened: "Krypton, kryptonite?"

Dick showed his figure and stood beside Jason silently. He is in his current state and is most suitable as an intelligence officer, so he just came back from the rebel army.

Unlike Jason's shock, the big blue bird seemed to have been taken away from important things in his life, and his beautiful blue eyes dimmed a lot.

Seeing Bruce raised his hand again, Dick paused and quickly stood in front of Carl: "Okay, Bruce."

Bruce closed his eyes tightly, and gradually let go of his fingers.

Jason handed over the gun: "To be on the safe side, eliminate his ability."

Bruce blurted out, "No."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence: "Just make sure that he stays in the radiation of this kryptonite until he is handed over to the Red Sun Prison."

Carl laughed, a low, hoarse laugh.

He said, "Bruce, you'd better kill me now."

Carl thought it was ridiculous, it was a farce, when he saw the green kryptonite, his brain went blank for a moment, feeling completely absurd.

He can penetrate the most terrifying base of the Dark Lord, tear apart Brainiac's spaceship, and make Titan disappear in the universe.

But now he is like a dog in the water, he can only lie on the ground panting, and his opponent is just an ordinary human being.

It was entirely his own fault that he fell to this point.

If he wanted to, he could have snapped Batman's neck in the first place, but he'd been trying to convince Bruce.

The past was another planet, and he thought he had completely severed the last ties with the past long ago.But now, he suddenly realized that the person who has been firmly fixed on that planet by gravity has always been him.

He always hopes that Bruce can stand by his side like in the past, he can't let go of those beautiful days, subconsciously, he always has hopes and fantasies——

Otherwise why would he keep the kryptonite?

Bruce didn't look at Carl, and turned his face: "Dick, how long is it until the bat machine arrives?"

Dick: "Wait a minute, Clark, you—"

He was speechless.

Facing Carl's vaguely hurt eyes, he was hit by a huge pain, so he instinctively looked at Bruce.

The dark knight took off his mask, but there was no expression on his face. He blinked slowly and handed the kryptonite to Jason: "You stay here."

Then, Bruce walked towards 001, who was already in disarray. His walking posture was very unnatural, and every bone was screaming. Pieces picked up.

Holding the corpse of the little robot, he shuffled to the door of the Fortress of Solitude.

The Batplane snorted, and because it was too fast, it circled over the Fortress of Solitude before stopping. Tim jumped out of the plane in a hurry, and grabbed Bruce's arm: "Where is he?"

Bruce: "Take him to the Red Sun cell and don't let anyone know."

He's so tired, but the war isn't over yet, they're facing an entire regime of gods, and besides, he has to make sure no one takes advantage of this opportunity to attack Superman.

Tim: "No need, there is a captain on the regime's side to deal with it."

Bruce nodded slowly. He raised his face and squinted his eyes to look at the sun in the sky. The sun fell and shone on him for a long time.

**

Carl didn't know where he was locked up. Tim blindfolded him and brought him onto the plane. After the blindfold was taken off, his surroundings were already ablaze with red.

The uniform was pulled away by Jason. During the whole process, no one spoke. When he left, Carl was left alone, wearing a soft cotton T-shirt and trousers, sitting in the cell.

The cell was empty, nothing.

He was so bored, he stood in front of the transparent prison cell cover and looked around carefully. The room where the cage was placed was covered with lead plating and was dusty. He also looked at the decorations on the corner and floor. The house is not new.

I don't know when Bruce started guarding against him.

He couldn't feel the passage of time, he just felt that he had been imprisoned for a long time, and the initial anger gradually disappeared.

Jason came to bring him meals every day, but didn't make any eye contact with him.

For the last time, he took the paper plate: "Is Diana okay?"

Jason glanced at him, then lowered his head again: "It's okay, better than you, but I haven't woken up yet."

Carl continued to ask, "Where is Bruce?"

Jason took a few steps closer: "Don't think about it, Clark, he's been busy recently."

Carl noticed that Jason's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had been suffering for a long time. He thought about it, and asked with a sarcasm in his tone, "What? The regime has collapsed, and Gotham is busy again?"

Jason stopped moving, took a deep breath, let it out again, and walked away without looking back.

The next day, Carl gets an old TV, the one he gave Bruce.

He turned on the switch, the screen flashed, and he remembered countless times of people appearing on it every day. The man was wearing a suit and looked good.

Carleton knew right away that the regime was no more.

He sat on the ground, crossed his legs, put the TV opposite, and listened intently.

To his surprise, Bruce did not make a speech, but only explained the reconstruction plan of the metropolis. When he was about to leave, he was blocked by the reporters in the audience.

They were all sharp questions. Carl looked at them, and with a casual scan, he found the mouthpieces that worked for the regime before the regime ruled.

He hadn't been able to kill them all.

Bruce was surrounded and had to deal with a few words in a hurry. When asked about the disposal of members of the regime, the Dark Knight was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and pressed down.

This is Carl's biggest concern.

Bruce: "Sorry, due to my negligence, some of my past companions have disappeared, and the other part is in prison awaiting trial."

Someone was emotional: "How can we know that this is not another conspiracy by you freaks?"

Bruce: "—including my son, Damian Wayne."

The man stopped talking.

Carl sneered, but heard someone next to him ask, "What are you laughing at?"

It's Bruce.

Losing his super hearing, he didn't even hear when Bruce opened the door. He stood up with his arms folded on his chest: "I've been thinking about when you will come."

Bruce deliberately pretended not to understand what he meant, and said calmly, "I'll bring you something if you need something."

Karl ignored him and pointed to the red sun lamp above his head: "How long will you keep me locked up?"

Bruce: "...I'll find some more books for you. This TV was chosen by Jason on purpose. I'll change to a new one later."

Carl punched the glass with a hammer!

The eyes of the god on earth were almost on fire, and his handsome face like Apollo was covered with shadows.

Carl: "You like this? Bruce, if you encounter an invader like Darkseid next time, what are you going to do?"

Bruce: "——Would it be better if it was you?"

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose: "I don't want to argue with you, Clark, I can't let you out unless you really realize that your approach is wrong."

Carl put his hands down: "What about the others, I can't believe you don't know what the hell is missing."

Bruce: "I really don't know, but I said goodbye to them."

He sat down on the ground tiredly and slowly, and bent one leg: "Clark, I won't come back for a long time after that, so you just want to ask me this... Even if you know, nothing will happen Changed things?"

Carl: "You can go."

Bruce sighed.

He didn't move, just sat on the cold floor, looked up at Carl, with a strange tranquil expression: "I miss you before."

Carl looked away and fell into the void.

Here it goes again, he thought.

Bruce: "Clark, you are more human than me. You make me believe that there are still good people in this world. No matter how desperate, there will always be a way."

Superman is really a warm sun, and his own existence is a kind of salvation.

Bruce: "...I really hope you come back, Clark, you don't deserve to be locked up here."

Carl withdrew his gaze, landed on the human face, and pointed out calmly: "You don't look as good as you do on TV."

Although he was locked in the Red Sun Cell and couldn't see anyone, he could still imagine what kind of chaos would be outside. There was no absolute force to suppress it, and the order collapsed in an instant.

Batman is just a human being, he can't turn on the super hearing all the time like himself, and cut off the fuse in the bud.

Bruce rolled his eyes.

He said lightly, "You know, I'll be busy recently."

...You are too weak, Carl frowned.

But why should he remind Bruce?It's not that he doesn't know, there is a better way.

Carl: "You can go."

This time, Bruce didn't stay in the way anymore, he stood up holding the glass, took a deep look at Carl, and walked out of the door quietly.

The Red Sun Prison probably wasn't built on the surface. After opening the door, there was a thick darkness outside. Karl watched the unsteady back melt into the shadows, and panic felt inexplicably in his heart.

He opened his mouth, his eyes revealing a bit bewildered.

……

It was indeed a long period of time. Jason sent a lot of things to the Red Sun Prison one after another, but he never saw Bruce again. Later, Jason stopped coming and replaced it with pure machinery.

There are TVs, game consoles, and many old newspapers and magazines in his cell. Carl's super brain is limited, and his reading speed cannot be as fast as before.

Karl felt that he should have been imprisoned for a long time, but the cell had everything except a clock, so he couldn't tell the exact time.

One day, he was lying on the bed in a daze, but the ground suddenly trembled, and the huge vibration directly threw him to the ground.

A corner of the prison was torn open, and when he looked up, it was a face he didn't recognize at all.