[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Bruce quickly decided to play tricks.

This is nothing to be ashamed of, for Batman, as long as he can achieve his goals, he can sometimes even use unscrupulous means.

Of course, this "means" also includes himself.

"Let me clean it up." He got up calmly, picked up the instant noodles that the lord put on the tea table, Karl's eyes were slightly distracted by his voice, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to stare at the TV show in a daze.

The person in front of him most resembles Bruce not in looks, he thought, but in voice.

It wasn't natural, of course, and Bruce had begun deliberately adjusting his voice to imitate his original voice when he first came into contact with the Lord, even when he was almost strangled.

If you want to impress the lord, disguising your appearance is the worst way. The most important thing is to understand the details and impress the other party inadvertently.

As it happens, no one in the world knows Batman better than Bruce Wayne.

He casually dumped the instant noodle soup and the paper bowl into the trash can, then picked up two apples and washed them, gnawed one by himself, and handed the other to the lord sitting on the sofa: "Sir, do you want to eat?"

Carl: "No."

Seeing this, "Thomas" didn't ask any more questions.

He put down the apple, sat on another sofa, looked at it, and yawned uncontrollably.

Unknowingly, the hour hand has already pointed to the early morning.

"If you're sleepy, you can go to sleep first." Carl's face reflected the blue light of the TV, and he said calmly without raising his head, "Don't sit here hard, I don't need to sleep."

But after a while, another person in the room did not answer him.

Carl looked over, only to find that Thomas had tilted his head on the back of the chair, and had fallen asleep peacefully. The drooping black curly hair seemed to inadvertently cover half of his face, making him look like he had stepped through time. Here comes young Bruce Wayne.

Carl looked away after only one glance.

But the little finger of his hand that was originally on his knee trembled uncontrollably.

Of course Bruce wasn't really asleep.

He used the meditation method he learned from Tibetan lamas, not only to ensure his sobriety, but also to ensure that his brain and body got a certain amount of rest during the night, and when the first ray of morning light fell into the house, he Also "just right" woke up.

Looking around, the lord has already left.

Bruce knew that this time, he would not come back.

But that's all right, he thought, they'll see each other again soon.

Carl floated in space for three full days.

He was bathing in the sun and staring at the huge azure blue planet in the distance. The countless cries for help, screams, laughter, and cries that had lingered in his ears... all disappeared here.

A vacuum cuts out all sound.

The leader opened his arms, feeling the sun's heat on every inch of his skin, and the snow-white cloak slowly unfolded behind him.

In the vast universe, the world was eerily quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.

But the hole in the Kryptonian's chest keeps growing.

He will never hear the steady and powerful heartbeat sounding beside him again. The company he once promised is just a joke today. Carl will never forget that when he heard that Bruce was terminally ill, he heard countless times. The feeling of despair and powerlessness that begged or even begged the other party to go to the Fortress of Solitude for treatment in the Batcave, but was rejected.

In fact, Karl is not sure whether the technology of the Fortress of Solitude can cure Bruce's disease, but what he hates is that Bruce didn't even give him a chance, so he let himself watch him step by step towards death, and those who had betrayed him. Like those who had passed him, he resolutely left him.

How cruel, he thought.

Batman is punishing Lord Justice, with his own life.

"Carl..." Diana's sigh sounded in his ears, and the lord opened his eyes, and found that he had returned to the sky above Gotham City before he knew it.

"The celebration is about to begin," she looked worriedly at the Lord's bloodshot eyes, "Carl, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Carl closed his eyes and said, "Let's go."

The scale of this celebration is very grand, and it is the first large-scale celebration held worldwide since Superman became the lord. Many people thought that he would use the metropolis as the venue for the celebration, but contrary to everyone's expectations, he But he stubbornly insisted on setting the location in Gotham.

And the center of the celebration is less than one kilometer away from the former Arkham Asylum.

Two days ago, Lei Xiaoaogu met Bruce again in the safe house.

As soon as they met, he said to Bruce with his hands behind his back: "He is announcing his achievements to the world. We must destroy the celebration. Through this global live broadcast, the rebel army can greatly shake the rule of the justice lord."

"No," Bruce retorted, "Karl was just mourning."

"What are you mourning for, the clown lunatic?" Lei Xiaoaogu sneered and looked at him suspiciously, "I don't think the lord will miss this."

Bruce shook his head.

"It was me," he said.

"You're right about one thing, though," he added, "that the celebration really couldn't be made to go off."

Only Bruce and the dead Bat Lord in this world can realize that Karl's ultimate purpose of holding this celebration is to completely separate himself from his former self.A Kryptonian who has abandoned all emotions... Just thinking about it makes Bruce feel a chill in his heart.

During this period of time, he has been trying to find out the real cause of the Bat Lord's death, and search for Dick's whereabouts, but now, Bruce guesses that they have probably joined the Rebel Army and are fleeing in exile all over the world to escape the hunt.

He even had a bolder guess——

Could it be that the Bruce Wayne of this world is not dead at all?

By feigning death, he successfully transferred the activities on the bright side to the bottom, and perfectly helped the rebels divert the attention of the lord, and bought precious time. If you think about it in another way, Bruce will definitely do the same.It's just that if it is really implemented, the difficulty of each link is very high. If you want to feign death under the lord's nose... Bruce has not yet come up with an effective countermeasure.And all the existing evidence shows that the Bat Lord is completely dead.

Therefore, his idea is only at the level of speculation.

"What is the identity you arranged for me at the ceremony?" Bruce came back to his senses and asked Lei Xiaoaogu.

Lei Xiaoaogu's expression was very serious, but his eyes couldn't help drifting away.

"...the flower girl."

Bruce: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "At my age, with my height and physique, how can I be qualified for this role!?"

"In fact, you only need to be responsible for presenting flowers to the lord," Lei Xiaoaogu said confidently, "Thomas, I know you have seen him near the Wayne mansion recently, very good, you are better than I imagined -"

"Shut up," Bruce interrupted him with a livid face, "What else would you say besides this? Have you figured out how to break through the security of the celebration? Have you made any arrangements for the subsequent retreat? Have you thought about what might happen? What should I do if I'm found out?"

Lei Xiaoaogu: "..."

At this moment, the leader of the Assassin League recalled the terror once dominated by Batman.

The day of the celebration.

Bruce has been standing silently in the corner of the backstage after changing his suit, but even so, many people still frequently cast envious eyes on him.

The person in charge held a bouquet of flowers that had been checked countless times to ensure its safety, and solemnly handed it over to him: "Thomas, this is a supreme honor, be careful not to mess it up."

"...just a bouquet of flowers."

Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, then nodded perfunctorily under the glare of the person in charge: "Don't worry, I understand."

The crisp hymns of the children's choir sounded outside, and the heroes took their seats one after another, but the most eye-catching seat in the audience was always vacant. Diana next to her looked a little anxious, and she couldn't help looking around.

Bruce leaned against the wall, boredly lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his hand, the strong smell of artificial perfume made him sneezed uncontrollably, showing a disgusted expression.

"You don't look too happy."

Bruce turned around, still holding the bouquet of flowers that almost made him allergic.

He looked at Carl, who was standing in the blind corner of other people's sight, and showed a helpless expression: "My lord, why are you here? People all over the world are waiting for your appearance outside."

"Really?" Carl asked back, "I don't think so."

He took a step forward and reached out to grab Bruce's neck again. He didn't use as much force as last time, but Bruce saw the real killing intent from the lord's calm expression.He took a deep breath and was forced to lift his chin. His back was pressed against the cold wall, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

"You are afraid," said the lord, looking into his eyes, in a flat tone, "why?"

"—Is it because you are afraid that I will find out that you are in contact with the League of Assassins and plotting to destroy this celebration?"

Seeing Bruce's pupils shrink slightly, Carl smiled.

He knew he was right.

He lowered his eyes, stopped talking, and gradually tightened the strength in his hands. In a gentle and cruel gesture, the lord stretched out his other hand, blocking this Batman-like face.

The flowers in Bruce's hand fell to the ground.

His face gradually turned blue and red, but this time Bruce didn't struggle, he just said to Carl with difficulty in a hoarse voice:

"I... will never... betray you..."

"Liar," Carl whispered.

The cheers outside were loud, and countless white pigeons spread their wings and flew under the blue sky. The sound of flapping wings covered the undetectable buzzing of the machine. Push him away.

Before Carl could react, there was a loud bang, and the wall behind Bruce collapsed.

The sound of the explosion swept across most of Gotham, and in the smoke and dust that filled the sky, Diana stood up suddenly holding the lasso.

"What happened?!" she demanded sharply.

No one answered, the actors ran away screaming in panic, crying and shouting turned the original celebration into a hell. This devastation.

Only Karl, through perspective, saw the enemy's figure under the thick black smoke.

"...Jason?" Sitting in the ruins, he muttered in disbelief.

The young man in black and red tight-fitting uniform stared coldly in this direction. He only stayed at the high place for a second, and without hesitation, he picked up the rocket/barrel in his hand and jumped off the roof, disappearing without a trace.

The lord immediately pushed away the slate that was pressing on him and wanted to chase after him. To be honest, it was really a slap in the face for Celebration to look like this, but Carl didn't care at all. The only thought in his mind now was to catch Jason.

But a faint groan from the ruins stopped him.

Carl was stunned for a second, then suddenly came back to his senses, and carefully lifted the blood-stained Bruce out of the gravel and bricks.

After just one glance, his eyes froze.

"No." He murmured.

The chest of the person in his arms heaved violently, his ribs were almost broken, his back was burned extensively, and his spine seemed to be broken... The turbulent blood soaked the lord's snow-white uniform in the blink of an eye.

As if noticing the change in the surrounding environment, the black-haired youth's eyelids trembled dully.

He moved his lips with difficulty, grabbed the lord's cloak, and said slowly: "I...have not...betrayed..."

Carl's heart seemed to be torn in two.

With a blank face, he watched Thomas' pupils gradually dilate, and his pale lips gradually lost their vitality in his arms. He recalled the scene of Bruce closing his eyes in front of him that day in a trance.

The god of the world gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes gradually bloodshot, and the distorted expression on his face made Diana, who had rushed over, couldn't help but palpitate.

"Carl, you—"

Before she finished speaking, she saw the lord standing up slowly holding the young man who looked very similar to Bruce.

"I'm going to save him," he announced.

Then it rose from the ground in an instant and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Who is that?" Hal floated over and asked her, frowning.

"I don't know," Diana said wistfully, looking at the sky, "but Karl must have valued him."

"It's been a long, long time since Bruce left... I haven't seen him show such a scary expression."

When Bruce woke up again, it was no surprise that he was lying in the repair warehouse of the Fortress of Solitude.

This time, he did not hesitate to use himself as a bait, in order to awaken Carl's memory and force the other party to take him here.

The League of Assassins was just a cover, and he wasn't naive enough to think that just because he looked like Lord Bat, the Lord could calmly spend the night with him in the bachelor's apartment.He was sure that Karl must have discovered something in the first place.

He only got in touch with Jason and the rebels the day before the celebration. Thankfully, Bruce thought, the staff of the rebels also had a plan to sabotage the celebration, which saved him a lot of trouble.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that Jason’s attack would become more and more ruthless after he grew up. Asking him to leave his breath, it’s really just a “breather”—if the lord didn’t react quickly enough, Bruce felt that he would definitely not be able to hold on. When you arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, you have to die.

He slowly breathed out a cold breath, pushed open the lid of the repair chamber, wrapped himself in the only soft blanket used to cover him, and stepped on the floor tiles of the Fortress of Solitude with his bare feet.

All the bones in his body seemed to have been torn aside, and the faint pain reminded him that his body was still very weak.

The North Pole is very cold, but the constant temperature technology of alien technology can control the temperature well in the early spring season. This is not the first time for Bruce to come here. In order to test the speed of the Batcave computer, he also tried to use the host computer of the Fortress of Solitude Play online with the Batcave.

Thinking of Superman's helpless expression standing beside him at that time, Bruce couldn't help but smile a little.

To tell the truth, he was a little homesick.

"Are you awake?" The moment he entered the hall, the lord who was standing in a daze in front of the statue of his parents suddenly turned around.

Bruce nodded silently.

His body is still in a very weak state, even walking is very strenuous, so his voice is too soft to be heard:

"Thank you."

Carl looked at the black-haired young man looking at himself with joy, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he took the initiative to look away for the first time: "The repair chamber can only speed up recovery, your body still needs to be repaired, I will send you back—"

"I just want to be here," Bruce cuts him off, "I want to be here with you."

Barefoot, he walked up the steps step by step until he was only one step behind Karl at the top of the steps.

The two faced each other, one looked cautious and full of anticipation, the other was expressionless but tense and silent.

"Can you?" Bruce asked softly.

He exhaled a breath of white air, and stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to touch Karl's face, but the cold fingertips only stayed on the sharp-edged and handsome cheek of the god on earth for less than a second. The clock, like a dragonfly on the water, made a circle of ripples on Karl-El's heart, and then disappeared.

Carl closed his eyes.

Bruce's face and the face of the young man in front of him flashed alternately in front of his eyes. He felt that he must be crazy, or had some kind of incurable poison, otherwise, how could he compare these two people with such huge differences in appearance? People get confused.

He even had the urge to grab the opponent's wrist and hug him fiercely.

Let him go, or kill him, he yelled to himself in his heart, whatever is fine, don't let the soul of that undead haunt him anymore!

But when he opened his eyes again, he saw Bruce's blue eyes that seemed to be quietly waiting for his own judgment.

Carl knew he was screwed.

"Yes," the lord turned his back to him, clenched his fists, and replied resolutely, "You can stay as long as you like!"

The author has something to say: the master is really cruel to himself, and even more murderous when he picks up people.

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【The protagonist is on the run from the gods, without knowing it】

Q: What should I do if I enter Conan?

Answer: Thank you for the invitation. I was in Mihua Town and just hugged Kidd's thigh.

As we all know, Kidd is undead at home, Suzumiya Natsuo feels that his fate is temporarily saved.But... there may be a little problem.

[Mail] Sender: Gin

Boss, the materials of Zhuxing University have been sent to you. The official interview is in the afternoon. I will pick you up.

Suzumiya Natsuo: The hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

He's just an ordinary dead house!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yue Qian Deng Shen, Arkham little patient 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 in the light of the moon; 1 in the mirror;

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