Clark has something to say

"...George."

Carl remembered him, long ago, when George Sr. was a little boy with beautiful blond hair and a brand new little bicycle.

The bike hit rocks and its wheels were crushed.

He wanted to help, but the tire got worse, so he sent the boy and the bike home and went to a repair shop to buy a new tire.

In the evening, he accompanied George Jr. to fix the bike.

Carl fell to the ground, he looked at old George's hair like dirty felt, and said in a low voice, "You're still here."

Old George: "I, I—this is my home, I think, if you come back, the first place to come is still the Metropolis."

Miller: "Metropolis?"

Only then did he know that the rubbish-filled ruins in front of him were the city of tomorrow.

Carl said nothing.

George Sr. continued: "There are many others like me, Superman, and we are all waiting for you to come back—"

Carl didn't let him finish: "It won't happen again."

Old George stared at him blankly, and he repeated, "I'll end this."

The gods of the world flew into the sky.

The war ended at this moment. For the gods in the world, it only needed one sentence to stop the flames of war.

He found the place where the planet had the most intense fighting, landed in the middle of the battlefield, and easily crushed the most powerful weapon of mankind.

Then, facing the reporter's camera, the god of the world said calmly, "I'm back."

In an instant, Karl heard countless cheers, just like the distant past, he lowered his eyes and rushed to another battlefield.

It would not take him a day to restore peace to the earth.

The remaining human beings anxiously waited for the return of the supreme head of state, but found that the bright red shadow never appeared again.

Some speculated that Superman might be dead, and tried to break the peace again, only to be crushed in a split second.

Humans have had to resort to softer ways of settling disputes.

In the process, the infamy on Superman's back became less and less. Human beings are already forgetful creatures. Except for some stubborn historians, no one ever mentioned that period of injustice.

Carl dragged his bright red cloak and stood in front of the Fortress of Solitude. Countless years passed, and the North Pole remained unchanged.

He is used to opening up his super hearing, and he feels numb when he listens to those beautiful words.

For so many years, he has been trying to find some shadows of the past, and the more he looks for, the more desperate he becomes.

The Flash broke his leg and died with the reverse flash from the future. Hal put on the lantern ring again, and was pierced in the chest in order to defend against enemies outside the galaxy.

The cyborg was dismantled into pieces, and the blood-stained vibranium shield was buried in the deep snow of Siberia.

He tried to find some traces left by the magic side, and pushed the temple away, but saw a thick layer of dust falling inside.

The mystery disappears.

He spent many years breaking through the fog outside Paradise Island. He thought that Diana must be an exception, but the power of Zeus remained in that fog, and Kryptonians with zero magic resistance would always get lost in it.

When he completely lost his strength and fell into the icy sea water, he thought, probably that's it.

He closes his eyes.

Suddenly, a warm hand touched his cheek, and then, his whole body was picked up from the water by a force, and wrapped into a not-so-soft embrace.

Carl blinked, his voice trembling: "...Diana?"

Diana: "It's me."

Wonder Woman didn't need Karl to elaborate, she could guess what happened. She moved Karl to the small wooden boat and wrapped him in a blanket: "Take a good rest."

Karl grabbed the edge of the blanket, feeling the frozen heart begin to beat again, accompanied by the pain that could eat his soul.

He opened his eyes, his blue eyes were blank: "Diana, there is no one left."

The hands of the Amazon Goddess rowing stopped. After a while, she put down the oars, sat next to Karl, and tucked the blanket for him: "Have you ever returned to Gotham?"

Carl was startled suddenly.

He hadn't thought about Gotham for a long time, and he hadn't heard of Gotham for a long time. The radiation made that once beautiful city no longer suitable for any creature to live in.

He deliberately forced himself not to think about anything related to that person.

Diana: "As far as I know, Bruce has a plan."

The lonely soul of the god of the world was hurt by the impact of this name. He closed his eyes and smiled softly: "What plans does he have?"

Diana: "...the night you gave him the kryptonite ring, I saw him making a backup of his memory."

It was just an accident that she ran into Bruce uploading herself. At first, she didn't think it was wrong. The Dark Knight always backed up his memory regularly to ensure that his personality would not be changed by external means.

But she glanced at it, only to find that this memory was different from the others.

It is an extremely detailed memory, accurate to every little thing in life, that is to say, anyone can use this memory to stuff it into a bionic person, and directly pinch another Bruce Wayne. This is not over yet, The taciturn dark knight kept saying something to the recording device.

She held Bruce's wrist incredulously: "Why did you do this?"

Bruce pursed his lips tightly until he couldn't help being asked by Diana, then he withdrew his hand as if fleeing, and remained silent for a few seconds, looking a little embarrassed.

The mature and handsome man spoke slowly: "...Diana, you know, I have decades to live at most."

The Kryptonian under the yellow sun will live as long as the yellow sun, and he is just a human who will age and die. He can bring Clark a momentary pleasure. One day, he will lie under six feet, Leaving Clark alone—

A star can live for a long time, what if it is replaced by a person?

With the length of human life, he couldn't imagine what it would be like, but he knew that if he had to choose, he would definitely not accept the ending of eternal life.

Different from myself, Clark's life has just begun. He is already a gentle and almost soft person. To let such a Clark watch familiar people leave him one after another——

With this thought in mind, Bruce thought, maybe he can keep his memory, and later, he can spend the most difficult days with Clark.

He wasn't sure if his behavior was superfluous, but as long as there was a slight chance that he could help a little, he was willing to work hard for it.

The Goddess of War was stunned.

Then, she saw Bruce turn around, and said very softly, quickly: "You have a share, too."

In her long life, it's not that Diana hasn't seen people who treat her well, but it wasn't until she joined the alliance and met Carl and Bruce that she realized the taste of a complete soul.

Diana didn't care about many people, but every day in the Justice League was precious.

After listening, Karl covered his eyes with his arms, his chest was heavy and stuffy, and his throat made a strange sound.

Diana reached out and stroked his hair: "Sorry, Carl, I should have woken up earlier."

Carl: "——It's my fault, I ruined all of this with my own hands."

Diana didn't try to comfort him, but said calmly and gently: "I will be with you from the beginning to the end, and if you are guilty, so will I."

……

The small wooden boat floated for a long time, under Diana's control, without being noticed, it swayed all the way to Gotham Bay.

Diana walked ashore with a sad expression. She looked at the ruins, trying to figure out the direction of Wayne Manor.

Carl took a deep breath.

There was a faint flash of light in the dead blue eyes. He looked around and flew straight in a certain direction, with Diana following him.

That was his original Red Sun cell.

He searched along the Red Sun Cell, and found that the Bat Cave was almost intact, and Bruce had repaired it perfectly. If it wasn't for his ability to cheat, he wouldn't have found it at all.

He stood in front of the heavy metal closed gate, carefully moved the gap through which one person passed, and squeezed in.

... The torrent of memory is wrapped in emotion, and it hits me mercilessly.

Carl took a few steps forward in a trance, and got close to the podium.

He seemed to see that familiar figure, a man with pointed ears, frowning, typing something on the keyboard.

He turned around and found that the eye sockets of the Goddess of War began to turn red at some point.

He wiped his face and moistened his hands.

The equipment is still running, not even a lot of dust has fallen, the entire bat cave is wrapped in leaded metal, everything is business as usual, it seems that the owner is only temporarily away, if he stays here for a while, there will be a black car The Batmobile crashes in.

Diana had turned on the Batcomputer.

The memory backup was placed in the most conspicuous place. She opened it slowly, but her eyes widened in an instant.

For a long while, Diana seemed to have lost all her strength, she pursed her lips and raised her head, staring at the cold-colored ceiling.

"...Hera."

Not just a backup of one's memory.

The members of the Justice League they are familiar with have left their own memories. This document is like a sealed cemetery. Everyone becomes a small piece of data, frozen in time.

He clicked on Barry's file.

The little red man awkwardly greeted: "Uh, Clark and Diana? Long time no see. It's the second month after the war. I built a log cabin in New Zealand."

Barry babbled a lot: "...It's very easy, if there is a chance, I will catch fish for you."

Carl clicked on another document.

Dick looked at him with beautiful blue eyes: "Hey... I don't know what to say, I hope that by the time I read this document, you will have forgiven me, if not..."

The big blue bird shrugged: "Delete with one click?"

Carl looked over slowly and found that these memories were arranged in the order of death.

Bruce was at the top, and the last one was Jason's file. He thought, let's listen to the last person who survived.

Unlike the previous ones, Jason already looked terrible when he uploaded the memory backup. He took off the broken helmet: "Hmm... that's it."

After a few shots, he put on his helmet and said in a vicious voice, "Clark, I have to confess to you one thing, Bruce's clone was killed by me, if you shed tears for that clone, it's really unnecessary. "

"—You have already bid farewell, don't feel sorry."

"……goodbye."