Clark has something to say

After Clark took Dick and left, the atmosphere froze completely.

Director Gordon looked at the circle of vigilantes in uniform, and then at Tim who was not in uniform.

harm.

The clown should have died a long time ago, if it weren't for Gotham, a place where people can't die-some dead people will be resurrected, he glanced at the clown lying on the ground, but he didn't feel happy at all.

He'd known the ostensible identity of the Bat-family for a long time, but for the first time, they didn't even bother to put on a show to cover it up, and Dick, the little blue-eyed boy he'd grown up watching, was the most stable and most The kind existence broke the clown's head without hesitation.

What's wrong with this?

In any case, Arkham is certainly not a good place to talk.

The old bureau chief stroked the wrinkles on his shirt, turned his body and faced the wall: "Guys, if you want to turn around, it's best to do so now."

He counted a few seconds on purpose.

When he turned back, he didn't see the empty cell he expected. Jason was dragged by Tim. Every cell showed resistance, but he didn't dare to move. The movement was a little funny, and Bruce , lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"...Thank you, Jim."

Finally, with a hoarse voice, he thanked him.

The old director gave a meal.

What can he be thankful for?The person who should be thanked the most is obviously this hard rock in front of him.

He is no longer young. He was still a strong young man when he heard the childish and mournful cry in Crime Alley. children.

The little boy held a pearl tightly in his blood-soaked hand.

He swore to little Bruce: "I will find out who killed your parents, and I will give you justice."

Wayne Manor is too spacious, the huge manor only lives with its little master and a housekeeper who can't do what he wants.

So he became a regular visitor to Wayne Manor.

He'd watched the eight-year-old grow up first-hand, watched him emerge from the dark, jerky body into a spry young man who sat in the front row with Alfred when Bruce graduated from Princeton. , full of pride.

They have no doubt that Bruce Wayne will have a bright future.

Batman ruins everything.

Anyone who is lucky enough to be Bruce Wayne will definitely not choose to become Batman, walking on the brink of death day after day, using flesh and blood, trying his best to resist a city that has slipped into hell.

Gotham is a beautiful monster, and Bruce Wayne should have been the city's most precious treasure.

He spent most of his life watching with his own eyes how a bright and bright soul dimmed little by little, and how a perfectly intact person was shattered over and over again.

The ancient and luxurious manor was engulfed by the flames, leaving only ruins. The prosecutor who used to be a knight of light became the ghost of Arkham. Hope was trampled on the soles of his feet again and again, and brightly colored uniforms were put into display cases , standing in the Batcave.

- Batman has no limits, but Bruce Wayne has.

He stared into those blue eyes with a cold heart.

Something happened again, and the soul that was carefully pulled out of the darkness by everyone fell down again, deeper than ever.

But he couldn't save him, and he couldn't stop him.

Just like every time in the past.

"...Bruce, Gotham is not your responsibility." The old director took off his glasses, wiped them with the hem of his shirt, and put them on again: "You know how to find me."

He got no answer.

The Dark Knight walked out of the cell silently and slowly. When passing through the long corridors of Arkham, the guards outside were stunned.

This is the first time they have seen the guardian of their city clearly and closely.

The black cloak swung gently and passed in front of their eyes. For no reason, they felt uncomfortable.

"Hey... hey! Batman!"

Someone couldn't help it, even though he was still trembling in his heart, his voice was a little trembling with fear, he still took off the explosion-proof helmet, he looked quite young: "Thank you - and I'm sorry, we didn't guard Arkham well again .”

Once they got their heads up, the remaining people mustered up their courage and took off their helmets one after another.

Suddenly, the voices of various voices mixed together.

"I'm going to trouble you again, I swear, next time, next time!"

"If you need someone to cooperate, I am willing to work overtime at any time, that is, can you let me also turn on the bat light once—"

"My daughter told me that recently she feels very safe after get off work at night. When the Wayne Group finishes transforming Crime Lane, she plans to open a flower shop there!"

The dark knight's blue eyes reflected nervous faces, but everyone had hope for the future in their eyes.

That's something that doesn't exist in the world of Injustice.

The young man who spoke first spoke again: "That, that... Bat, although it is said that the Superman with poor aesthetics in Metropolis is good, but really, in our opinion, you are our hope."

"I don't know if you still remember me." He squeezed his fingers expectantly, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes: "Ten years ago, my parents died because of Falcone, and my house was bombed. In the end, I thought I might as well join them, at least I could survive."

"The test to join them is to kill a person."

He looked at the Dark Knight expectantly: "I found a good target. When I followed him, I was discovered by you, and the knife was broken in two by you. I thought I would be beaten when I went back, and then the tramp Tell me, Falcone was thrown into Blackgate Prison by you... When I got home, people from the Wayne Group were waiting at the door, saying that they could help me go to school."

Bruce froze for a moment.

The young policeman was keenly aware of it, and showed slight disappointment: "I knew it, you definitely won't remember this little thing."

Bruce: "Sorry."

He really can't remember.

The young man was taken aback and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, I mean, you really saved me, and there are many people like me."

"... If you are tired one day, then rest."

As expected, he didn't receive any response from the Dark Knight. After the figure turned around the corner and disappeared, he turned around and found his immediate boss, the director of GCPD, standing behind him.

He suddenly realized what he said, and suddenly he was in a bad mood: "Boss, I can explain—"

"Thank you." The old bureau chief stared at him with eyes he couldn't read: "Thank you very much."

**

Clark baked an apple pie in a hurry. He wasn't a very good cook, but the apple pie was certified by Martha and tasted exactly like the hostess on the Kansas farm baked.

He originally wanted to ask Dick to come to the dining room for dinner, but after thinking about it, he brought it into the bedroom.

Dick was breathing evenly, and fell asleep at some point, with the lower half of his face hidden in the quilt, curled up tightly.

Clark floated over, gently placing the pie on the bedside table.

Without waking Dick up, he maintained his previous posture and observed quietly for a while, making sure that he would not wake up for a while, before leaving quietly.

He's going to see Bruce.

The cloak of the god on earth dragged a bright red shadow in the air, he flew into the clouds over Gotham, let go of his super hearing, and searched for that familiar heartbeat.

--Over there.

The god on earth looked in that direction.

The Dark Knight stood on the gargoyle on the top of the building, blending into the night, the sky was black, with layers of dark clouds pressing on it, and the moon was completely covered.

The icy cloak was blown forward by the wind, rolling quietly, just like his master.

The guardian of Gotham lowered her gaze, looking at the world of lights below. Countless dots of light dotted Gotham. From this perspective, she was extremely beautiful.

But there was no light on Bruce, he drifted away from the lights, stopped in the boundless darkness, and the thick and silent shadows overwhelmed him.

No.

Absolutely not.

This was Clark's first reaction. He must never let Bruce be swallowed by the abyss again. Even in the dark night, he can still give him a clear sky.

Clark didn't waste another second.

Bruce stood on the gargoyle, he thought a lot, he cut the memory into pieces, and then took it out to kill himself.

He thought about his life over and over again.

He counted countless mistakes, all irreparable and self-inflicted, and then he began to recall the ending in the memory fragment.

Clark was locked up by him, and Diana's life and death were unknown. The former friends of the Justice League packed their bags and said goodbye to him.

His body was completely broken at that time, otherwise, he could have prepared more thoroughly and done better.

In the illusion, the tattered red cloak flashed past his eyes.

He thought of the man hugging him in the alley again.

Think of that cold, bloody hug.

Thinking about it, he slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

——what did he do!

After having the memory, who is that man? For him, the answer is already clear at a glance!

Clark Kent, the kindest and most sympathetic man in the world, his gentlest and kindest friend.

Kal-El died in the distant future, in the distant past, alone, with his red cape drooping, shambling in a world beyond his reach.

This answer made him tremble, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

The Gotham below gradually changed into a distorted shape with teeth and claws. He stepped on the solid stone statue, but he felt light under his feet.

Endless self-blame and despair surged up and swallowed him clean.

He closed his eyes involuntarily, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a sense of weightlessness appeared in his heart.

At this moment, he heard a voice that sounded a little clumsy, and every word revealed caution.

"...excuse me, Bruce, don't you think it's a bit dark?"

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The thick cloud was blown away by the freezing breath, and without any cover, a huge full moon hung high in the sky.

In the moonlight, the figure of the god on earth was coated with a layer of soft light, and he floated comfortably in the light with an elegant posture.

He was born to belong to the light.

The quiet moonlight falls unreservedly on the dark knight, which can illuminate the darkness, but will not be pierced by the light.

"—the moon is supposed to be very bright tonight."

Son of Light said softly.