[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"You signed an agreement with us before." After returning to Gotham, Lei Xiao Aogu brought Bruce to an underground clinic, "Don't worry, our doctors have the best technology and will not leave any sequelae. "

Standing by the pale light of the operating table, Bruce glanced at the contents of the agreement before falling silent.

It said that if Thomas could successfully win the knockout round, the League of Assassins would offer him a completely free face plastic surgery.

As for who to make, this is naturally self-evident.

He took a deep breath, and in front of Lei Xiao Aogu and the Assassin Alliance, he tore up the agreement with a few strokes.

"you!"

The assassins of the League of Assassins immediately glared at him: "Thomas, you are so brave!"

"I regret it," Bruce said to them confidently, "I won't do surgery, I will use my own way to approach the lord."

He had been thinking about it for the past few days, and he would let someone like Thomas who fanatically worshiped Superman accept the invitation of the League of Assassins, and only this kind of temptation could impress him.

Although we can't dig out any useful information from the mouth of 006, the former defender, according to Bruce's guess, the relationship between Karl in this world and himself should be in a relatively tense state. The looks are exactly the same, maybe it will have the opposite effect.

Of course, another consideration is that he will leave this world sooner or later. He does not want Thomas to live in the face of others all his life. Wayne's copy".

But to Bruce's surprise, Lei Xiao Aogu just gave him a vague look, and readily agreed.

"Forget it," he said with a smile, "but at least you have to accept the changes in appearance, right? For example, makeup and stylists, at least shave off these thick beards on your face first, and let's talk about other things."

Bruce touched his face. After staying on the desert island for a few days, his beard is almost connected to a forest now.

"Okay." He also compromised.

So they left the clinic, and after washing up in a small hotel by the roadside, the League of Assassins invited a professional makeup artist to hang up his beard, trim his eyebrows, and use appropriate shadows to make him look more like the "Bruce... Wayne”—it’s an amazing thing to watch a stranger slowly become himself in the mirror, Bruce thought.

Thomas was somewhat similar to him before, but after deliberate makeup, the resemblance became even more similar.

The frontal face was fine, but from the side view, Bruce even felt that he was exactly the same as himself.

Bruce took care of his hair, changed into an expensive suit in front of the full-length mirror, and skillfully tied his bow tie, then turned to Lei Xiao Ao Gu who was not far away and said, "Satisfied?"

Lei Xiao Aogu stared at the black-haired young man in front of him, and had to admit that although Thomas was not the person who looked the most like Bruce, in terms of temperament and charm, no one was more similar to him.

"The last time I saw him was before he became the lord," he suddenly murmured in a low voice. Bruce froze for a moment before realizing that Lei Xiaoaogu was talking about the bat lord of this world, "At that time we were already An endless enemy. But what is ridiculous is that ten years later, now that the Bat Lord is dead, I still want to fulfill his unfulfilled wish at all costs."

"What wish?" Bruce asked subconsciously.

"Humans don't need a real god." Lei Xiaoaogu said lightly, "The Lord of Justice has brought eternal peace to the earth. This is what I had expected, but I soon discovered that this also means that human beings will always will stall. He's not helping us, he's feeding us."

"So, that's why I risked my life to show up in Gotham."

Bruce was speechless for a moment.

He walked out of the window and stared at the street outside with folded arms. Advanced alien technology was floating everywhere in the sky. The streets were neat and clean, and even the darkest corners were free of any dirt—how amazing, Bruce never thought However, one day, all crime disappeared from Gotham.

What Lord Justice brings to mankind is a bright, clean and perfect new world.

"You want me to assassinate the lord?" he asked.

"No," Lei Xiaoaogu said behind him, "I want you to seduce him."

Bruce suddenly coughed violently.

"Sorry, did I get it wrong?" He turned his head and stared at his former mentor in disbelief. Although he always felt that Lei Xiaoaogu's brain circuit was different from normal people, it was no longer an ordinary brain. It's flooded!

"You, let me pretend to be the Bat Lord to seduce Superman?"

"Superman? It's been a long time since I heard this title," Lei Xiaoaogu smiled, "You heard me right, that's exactly what I said."

He gestured to a subordinate not far away, and that person immediately stepped forward respectfully, opened the lockbox he carried with him, took out a notebook and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce flipped through it casually and found that it was a photo album, or in other words, the photo album of Lord Justice.

"A few years ago, Lord Justice began to live in seclusion and didn't show up in public very much," Lei Xiaoaogu said, "However, some time ago, because of the rebels, he flew out of the Fortress of Solitude and cleaned several areas by himself. The parade crowd on the mainland. After that, the death of the Bat Lord was made public."

Bruce's eyes widened slightly, and he actually saw the faint blue origin fragments in a photo at the auction!

Lei Xiaoaogu thought he was shocked by the information in his words, he sighed, and continued: "Although it's just a guess, I think Bruce's death is indeed closely related to Lord Justice, I know you are actually The Rebels placed/undercover inside the Defense Forces, so they used the identity of Superman's fanatical followers to disguise themselves...Thomas, are you listening to me?"

Bruce came back to his senses, responded nonchalantly, asked some irrelevant questions, and then pointed to the photo at the auction and asked: "This sapphire is quite beautiful, who bought it? "

"It's Lord Justice." Lei Xiaoaogu frowned, "Thomas, I'm just showing you these photos to let you understand what his frequent activities are and what his content is. Your way of thinking really lacks sharpness."

Bruce's heart sank suddenly.

He knew that Karl did have the habit of collecting rare items, animals and plants. The carnivorous parrot grass that Damian kept at home still impressed him deeply. Since he came to this world, he has also been faintly aware of his spiritual power.

And now, Bruce finally knows the exact whereabouts of the origin fragments he was looking for—

It's in the Fortress of Solitude.

"I want you to go to the Fortress of Solitude, find the kryptonite box that Lord Justice took from the Batcave, and bring it back." Lei Xiaoaogu finally expressed his purpose, "This is after Bruce's repeated calculations. , the only possible way for the Rebels to win."

"Then what does this have to do with me... seducing Superman?"

"Kryptonite is the only weakness of the Lord of Justice, but after the death of Flash, the Justice League destroyed all the kryptonite, leaving only that little bit in the Batcave." Lei Xiaoaogu said, "And the last one has Those who have the authority to enter the Fortress of Solitude are also dead. We have no other way except that Lord Justice will take you in voluntarily."

Bruce fell silent.

After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Okay. Give me a few days to prepare, I want to go out alone to have a look, no follow-up is allowed."

"Yes." Lei Xiaoaogu readily agreed, "Gotham will hold a celebration in a week to praise the great deeds of Lord Justice and other heroes who helped Gotham regenerate," he said sarcastically He smiled, "When the time comes, all the lords will come, and I will arrange for you to enter the infield. This is your best chance."

The leader of the Assassin's League looked at the familiar profile of the man by the window. Although he possessed a mentality far beyond ordinary people, he couldn't help being in a daze for a while.

"Bruce," he said softly, "this time... it's all up to you."

Bruce looked back at him quietly.

"I'll do it," he said.

Having said that, Bruce still didn't fully believe Lei Xiaoaogu's words.

Walking on the street, he carefully observed the scene on the street with a scrutinizing gaze, but he had to admit that even the most picky person couldn't pick out the slightest fault from the current Gotham.There are no prostitutes standing in the street, no robbers robbing with guns, no psychopaths who murder and set fire everywhere... In the dark alleys, there will no longer be children crying bitterly holding scattered pearls.

Everyone's face is calm and calm, walking on the road is as relaxed as returning home.

This is simply the fantasy city that appeared in Bruce's dream.

Wait a minute, dream?

Bruce frowned. He felt that this world gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling from just now. Could it be that he had seen it in a dream?

There was a commotion not far away, Bruce paused, turned around and walked over there.

But when he saw the source of the commotion, he frowned deeply.

It was a small newspaper office. Under the command of a young hero, several alien robots forcefully drove the members of the newspaper office out of the building. / middle camp.

The searched newspapers were piled up three times a person's height, and a red-haired girl who was probably a reporter squatted on the ground with a pale face and her head in her arms, and asked loudly, "What's wrong with us?"

The young hero glanced at her. "You broke the law."

A gust of wind blew, and the newspapers were scattered all over the sky amidst the exclamations of pedestrians.

Bruce picked up a newspaper that had fallen at his feet, and looked at the headline—

"Resistance parades/walks broke out in many places in the world: □□or justice? "

In Bruce's world, this is a normal news discussion board title. Most of the time, it does not represent the position of the newspaper itself, but just expresses the writer's own point of view, and sometimes it is even contrary to the mainstream idea of ​​the newspaper.

He, like the girl who looked a little like Louise, couldn't see what was wrong with it.

It seems to be the same as what Lei Xiaoaogu said, he thought, in order to achieve absolute peace in this world, people paid the price of freedom.

Bruce couldn't judge whether it was worth it or not, but just thinking about it, the newspaper in his hand was forcibly snatched away by the guards who rushed to the scene to maintain order.

He didn't say anything, just put his hands in his pockets, stood quietly in the crowd of onlookers, looked at the blazing fire, and after a while, he turned and left silently.

Before he knew it, he came to the gate of Wayne Manor.

The iron fence was already rusted, and it took only a little effort for Bruce to push it away. He stepped on the thick dead leaves and stepped into the manor. His eyes were involuntarily gloomy.

He forgot to ask Lei Xiaoaogu before, the bat lord is dead, but what about Dick and the others?Are they still safe?

If it was a different world, would Jason still be alive?

With only a sliver of hope left, Bruce came to the door of Wayne Mansion.

The door was locked and locked tightly by an iron chain as thick as two fingers, but it didn't bother him.Bruce picked up a piece of wire near his feet, twisted it into a curved shape, poked it into the keyhole, and pried it open after a while.

"Squeak-"

After many years, Wayne Mansion finally welcomed his master again.

Bruce subconsciously lightened his footsteps. He looked around and found that there were white cloths everywhere, a thick layer of dust on the ground, and dust and spider webs on the ceiling. They fell down one after another with the movement of opening the door. He's all over the place.

"Cough cough! Cough cough..." Bruce waved his hands and coughed for a while, and then continued to walk forward after recovering.

The experience of the Bat Lord in this world seems to be similar to him, the only difference is the death of the Flash.

But Bruce went to the room where he usually put family photos, and saw the group photo at a glance.

The people in the photo are Bat Lord, Alfred of this world, Dick and...

Jason.

He's grown up, he's no longer that youthful teenager, he has his own red uniform, and he's standing next to the Bruce Wayne of this world with his arms folded, Dick with his hair messed up Knead into a litter of chicken straw.

Bruce looked at the picture quietly for a long time with his head down.

"You're luckier than me," he whispered.

He stood in the empty room, looking deeply at Jason's face in the photo, not knowing how much time had passed.

Until there was a soft gasp from outside the window.

Bruce looked up subconsciously, but was dazzled by the glare of the sun, subconsciously raised his hand to block the light, squinted his eyes and looked forward——

He saw a snow-white cloak descending from the sky like a god.

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