[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

It took Bruce only a second to realize who the person in front of him was.

But Karl was faster than him.

He raised his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the glass between the two shattered.

The white cloak was raised high behind him.

Accompanied by a gust of howling wind, the god on earth against the light walked slowly towards him step by step.

He clenched his fists tightly, his expression was extremely excited, his eyes stared at Bruce's face without blinking, and he even breathed lightly unconsciously, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him was just a dream of his own, so he frowned It also seemed to be enduring some kind of great anger and sadness.

"Bruce..."

Hearing Carl's hoarse call, which was obviously suppressing his emotions, Bruce's heart skipped a beat, and he thought something was wrong.

No matter what, I shouldn't appear here, and meet the other party with such an appearance——

Sure enough, after seeing his appearance clearly, Lord Justice's expression instantly changed from excitement to monstrous anger.

He grabbed Bruce by the neck and pressed him against the glass cabinet behind him so hard that the wooden cabinet trembled and made a chilling creaking sound.

"Counterfeit."

Lord Justice's five fingers tightened cruelly little by little, and an ominous red light shone faintly in his azure blue eyes, as if it would penetrate the brain of the person in his hand in the next second.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly, but he didn't seem to want to know the answer.

Bruce coughed violently from choking and pain.

"I'm……"

He was panting desperately, trying to grab the hand that was holding his neck tightly, trying to get a little air from the shackles of the lord, but the chest that was squeezed desperately was as useless as a worn-out old bellows strength.Bruce was dizzy, a large golden light began to appear in front of his eyes, and Carl's familiar face began to gradually blur in his vision.

"Bruce!" Zatanna's anxious voice seemed to come from the sky, "Are you okay? I'll cut off the link right away..."

"No, no," Bruce replied in his mind, "I can handle it."

He has no doubt that the lord will strangle him to death here, and he also knows that he only has one chance——

"I'm...Thomas," he said to the Kryptonian in front of him in a breathless voice, "Thomas Wayne."

After the words fell, the strength on the neck suddenly tightened. Bruce's eyes went dark, thinking that this time he had taken it off, but Carl let go of his hand a second before he lost consciousness.

He took a step back and looked coldly at Bruce, who had lost his support, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, coughing hoarsely while holding his throat.

"You said, you're a Wayne?" Carl stared at him condescendingly, the murderous intent in his eyes still undiminished, "I've never heard that there is such a number one person in the Wayne family."

Bruce put down his hand, revealing the frightening blue-purple finger prints on his neck, which was enough to prove that the lord had indeed killed him just now.Hearing Carl's question, he slowed down a little, and replied in a hoarse voice: "There are quite a few people named Wayne in Gotham City, and not all of them are related to that billionaire."

As he said that, before Karl killed him again, he suddenly knelt down towards the opponent, lowered his head and shouted: "Thomas Wayne, the former captain of the seventh team of the third branch of the Earth Defense Force, see the lord!"

Carl frowned.

"You used to be a member of the Defense Force?" he asked, "or a captain?"

Although he hasn't taken care of these trivial things on the ground for a long time, as one of the lords who made the rules at the beginning, Karl certainly knows that being able to become a captain-level defense force requires not only extraordinary physical fitness and fighting skills, but also for the lord. Their loyalty is also an extremely important assessment item.

In layman's terms, every captain of the defense force is basically a staunch follower of the justice lord.

"Yes, I have retired due to personal physical reasons, but my will will always follow your back." Bruce raised his head, looked at Carl calmly, and there was a trace of fanatical reverence in his eyes "just right" meaning, "Lord Lord, why are you here?"

"This is the question I want to ask you." Carl didn't relax his vigilance, he sneered, "Although I didn't list this place as a forbidden area, I think everyone in Gotham should know what this place is. What is the purpose of breaking into Batman's territory?"

Bruce noticed that Karl didn't call himself the lord of this world.

He secretly kept this detail in his heart, but on the surface he replied hesitantly: "I... I'm just not reconciled."

"Not reconciled?"

"Yes," Bruce stood up suddenly as if encouraged, and said to Carl in an extremely excited tone, "My lord, as you can see, it's fine if I'm just an ordinary person, but My surname is also Wayne, and I even look so similar to Bat Lord, after retiring, I am not willing to just be someone who will always follow your back, I want to fight side by side with you!"

He took a deep breath and continued: "The reason why I decided to enter the Wayne mansion at the risk of entering a concentration/concentration camp is to gain a deeper understanding of Bruce Wayne's life. I want to know what he has The special thing is that you can get the favor of the lord, and learn from each other by the way..."

"..." Even though Carl has seen many storms in his years as a lord, he couldn't help but fall silent after hearing Bruce's remarks, which were exactly the same as those of the fanatical illegitimate fan.

The kneeling man was still spouting his admiration for the lord, but Karl had heard enough.

He turned around annoyed: "Get out of here, never mind."

Bruce's words stopped abruptly.

He could hear the impatience in the lord's tone, and knew that if he followed what the other party said and left quickly, his own life could barely be saved.

But this is not enough.

Bruce thought of his purpose, and at the risk of being pierced by the hot gaze again, he bit the bullet and begged the lord: "My lord, will you come here often? If I want to see you next time..."

"If you dare to step into Wayne Manor again," Carl said lightly, "I will let you sleep here forever."

After speaking, accompanied by a huge sonic boom, the god on earth disappeared without a trace in front of him in an instant.

After he left, the rich expression on Bruce's face gradually calmed down.

He straightened up, stared at the broken glass scattered all over the room, and smiled softly.

The next day, Bruce came again.

But this time, he didn't enter the manor, but simply circled around the outside.

After seeing the patched window, he stood there thoughtfully for a moment, then turned and left.

On the third day, Bruce came to the gate of the manor with a cardboard box in his hand.

He looked at the closed iron fence gate, threw the cardboard box into the manor, and then ran away.

Karl was delayed by something, and he arrived at the scene 2 minutes later. The god of the world suppressed his anger forcibly, reached out and tore the paper box to pieces, and just turned around to chase the daring guy, but saw the inside of the paper box He couldn't help being startled when he packed the things.

It was a dusty time capsule.

In fact, it was an idea that Barry came up with on Carl's birthday a long time ago.

Everyone in Zhenglian wrote him a letter and buried it in the place where Superman and Batman first met to commemorate the birth of the alliance's prototype.Although Bruce was reluctant at the time, he was forced by them to write a paragraph, and even recorded a dry blessing video while holding a cake.Recalling the mood at that time, Bruce felt that it must be his connivance to Barry that made him do such a stupid thing.

But when remembering this incident, Bruce immediately realized that this was his best bargaining chip to attack the lord.

The timeline of this world is later than theirs. More than ten years have passed since the establishment of Zhenglian. The turning point of everything lies in the death of Flash. After Barry died, no one thought of this time capsule again. up.So when Bruce came to that place following his memory, he was not surprised to find that even after more than ten years, this thing was still well placed in its original position.

Carl opened the time capsule.

He read the letters that everyone wrote to him one by one. Many of his former companions are gone now, or have chosen a path that runs counter to him, but because the time capsule is very airtight, the familiar handwriting is like yesterday. Just as clear as it was written.

He looked very carefully, but there was not much emotion on his face.

Because this is the path he chose, Carl has no regrets.

Until he saw the letter Batman had written him.

"Happy birthday, Clark," Bruce's handwriting is as sharp and beautiful as ever. At that time, they just knew each other's identities, and Carl almost shouted in front of the villain, "They insisted that I write a paragraph, and I don't know what to say What, Batman isn't some old man with a white beard who should be on a Christmas card."

"In short, I wish everything goes as you wish in ten years, small town boy."

Is everything as he wished...?

Carl looked at the letter, and for some reason, suddenly felt like a huge hole had been opened in his heart.

Obviously he doesn't regret it at all, and everything in this world is indeed as he wished.

He raised his head, looked at the deserted Wayne mansion in front of him, paused for a while, and then picked up the small 3D projection device.

After a few seconds of sizzle, those companions that Carl was familiar with appeared in front of him: Bruce, Diana, Barry, Hal, Oliver... and so on.

Except for the stinky face of Batman who was stuffed with a double cake in the middle, everyone was smiling.

"Hey, Big Blue!" Barry's cheerful voice sounded, and Carl stared at him unblinkingly, he almost forgot how long he hadn't heard the Flash's voice, "Happy birthday! Look, for you even Bat has made a huge sacrifice——" Others giggled, and Batman's face became even more stinky, "When you come to the watchtower later, we will eat this cake together !Of course it might get stuck on your face, anyway, you can’t escape today anyway.”

Then, he took a deep breath, and his expression became a little more serious: "We have all noticed that you may not be very happy because of the previous things recently, so I came up with this idea, I hope you will watch it ten years later." When you watch this video, you can understand that no matter what happens, we will be by your side..."

With a soft "click", Carl cut off the video.

No, he thought calmly, you are gone.

You, and Bruce, and Oliver...

You are all gone.

fraud.

On the fourth day, Bruce still stepped on a little bit.

This time he didn't bring anything, and wandered outside the gate of the manor for a long time with empty hands.

In the evening, as if he had finally made up his mind, he stretched out an arm tremblingly, and slowly stretched it through the fence into the manor... touching the air.

Nothing happened.

Seeing this, Bruce stretched out one foot again and again. His whole body was almost stuck on the railing, and his cheek was squeezed out into a ridiculous shape. This kind of meaningless behavior must be regarded as a lunatic by outsiders , but he himself seems to be enjoying it and having a great time.

"what are you doing?"

A familiar cold voice came from behind.

Bruce put down his hand graciously, and then showed a surprised expression: "My lord! Have you received what I sent?"

But when he really turned around, what caught his eyes was not the immaculate white cloak.

It was a Kal-El dressed almost like a normal guy in a jacket and jeans.

Bruce couldn't help being a little dazed.

To be honest, even in the original world, he had never seen Karl in this suit.and……

He stared at the lord's expressionless face, always feeling strangely familiar with the other's brows and eyes.

"My lord, why are you dressed like this?"

Carl glanced at him: "No?"

Bruce shook his head and said frankly: "Of course, I'm just used to your previous uniform, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Get used to it then," Carl said.

Bruce opened his eyes slightly. For his words, the lord did not explain too much, but asked him, "Where did you find that time capsule?"

"Uh, from a businessman," Bruce scratched his head embarrassingly, "I'm sorry that I took it apart privately, but I swear I didn't read the contents of the letter, just because there were Superman and Justice League logos on it, so I thought it was It’s not yours, my lord, so I sent it here. So it’s really it?”

Carl nodded perfunctorily.

"Thank you," he said in a polite tone with alienation, "Thomas, do you have time to accompany me to a place?"

"Wh... of course!" Bruce replied flattered.

But when he followed Carl and saw the Wayne family cemetery in front of him, Bruce's heart gradually sank.

Carl stood by the tombstone of Bruce Wayne in this world, looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly asked him, "Do you know how the Bat Lord died?"

Bruce shook his head.

He really doesn't know this.

"I killed him." Carl turned around and looked at him with a flat face, "It's right here."

The atmosphere fell into a deathly stagnation.

Lying, Bruce thought.

He still remembered the expression on the lord's face when he saw "Thomas" for the first time in the Wayne mansion. If he really killed the bat lord in this world, why did the Kryptonian in front of him show such a mournful expression?

So after hearing Karl's words, he was just stunned for a moment, and quickly calmed down and said: "The person I follow has always been you, and your will is the will of the defense army. organization, but I believe that if the lord does this, you must have your own reasons."

"So you think the Bat Lord deserves to die?" Karl asked him indifferently.

"I don't know," Bruce said, "but I trust you unconditionally."

Karl stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed lowly.

"You don't know, looking at your face, I think it's ridiculous." He muttered to himself, "How much I want him to say this to me..."

Bruce lowered his eyes and stood there silently.

After digesting the emotions, Carl calmed down and said to him, "I will be in Gotham during this time, where do you live?"

Bruce's eyes widened, and he couldn't keep up with the opponent's brain circuit for a while.

What did he mean by that? ? ?

After half an hour.

When he was thrown from the air by the lord holding the collar, he still had a blank expression on his face.

Thomas only rented a single apartment in the city center, but Carl didn't seem to mind the narrowness of the place at all. He poured himself a glass of water as soon as he entered the door, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room, even He also naturally turned on the TV and watched "The Lord of Justice Saves the World" being broadcast on the news channel, without feeling that he was suspected of being a narcissist at all.

Bruce: "..."

I must be in the wrong room.

"Can you cook?" a Kryptonian asked quite calmly. "I can only make sandwiches and omelettes, but I don't want to eat those."

Bruce twitched his mouth: "Do you want instant noodles?"

"No." Karl refused mercilessly.

So, two 10 minutes later.

The kitchen is fried.

"Besides Bruce, you are the second person I have ever seen who cooks with a rice cooker that can produce a bomb effect." The lord stood at the kitchen door and glanced at the blackened wall with an indescribable gaze, "You Are you sure you don't have Wayne blood? I remember Bruce's father was named Thomas."

Bruce coughed a few times due to the smoke, couldn't help it, and glared at him—his father wouldn't cheat!

He squeezed out a word between his teeth: "I'm sure."

In the end they ate instant noodles.

Bruce looked at the lord who was well adapted to the life of ordinary people, even in the parallel world, and felt that this scene was a bit too ridiculous.

...Could it be that something else was written in that time capsule, which stimulated Karl so much?

He couldn't help contacting Zatana: "Zatana, help me ask Karl, under what circumstances would he abandon all business, just to live in a home that looks very much like his dead friend, Eat and sleep together?"

Although Zatana was confused, she obediently asked.

She came back a minute later and asked in a joking tone: "Superman told me two answers, but he wants me to ask you a question too, and he will answer according to your question."

"……Say."

"Is that friend you?"

Bruce froze: "Yes."

"Okay," Zatanna said cheerfully, "Karl said that's probably for the sake of seeing things and thinking about people. Interested in telling me about your situation, Batman? I haven't updated on the forum for a long time. "

"Stop talking nonsense, the relationship between me and Superman in this world is not good at all, and maybe even an enemy."

Bruce said he didn't want to talk to her and cut off the spiritual link directly.

And when he came back to his senses, he happened to see that Carl had finished eating the instant noodles and was staring blankly at the face of "Thomas" with his chin propped up, with complex and difficult emotions flashing in his eyes.

Bruce: "..."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 little Arkham patient;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Chance and Jinghong;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of copper cabbage; 8 bottles of puff pastry milk tea; 1 bottle of Yuan Ling and qwop;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!