[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

original world.

In the conference room, Hal laid his legs carelessly on the table, picked up the remote control and turned the air conditioner to 16 degrees, then raised his head, sighed comfortably in the chilly wind, showing a face that seemed to be knocked down. The drugged dreamy look.

"The third day without the bat, it's so cool!"

Barry, who was sitting next to him, was holding a huge bucket of chocolate-flavored popcorn, his cheeks were bulging. Hearing this, he nodded in agreement. After all, Batman never He is not allowed to eat anything in the conference room.But the kind-hearted little red man swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and couldn't help expressing his concern for his companion's personal safety: "Zatana said that Batman will be back in about a week, so there shouldn't be any problems." ?”

"What could go wrong," Hal waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's Batman, even if we all die, he probably has the ability to beat the god of death and bring us back to life. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about other people. "

"Who?"

Hal pouted in the direction of the monitor: "Here, that's the one."

Barry looked in the direction he indicated, and saw Superman floating in mid-air on the screen at a glance, looking at the universe outside the watchtower in a daze, and the red cape behind him was more wrinkled than usual.

If Clark had ears on his head, it would be [-]% drooping right now.

The Flash rubbed his eyes, thinking that this should not be his illusion.

"What's wrong with the big guy Lan?" he asked suspiciously, "Looks like he's lost his mind? Is there no Xiaomi on the tree in Metropolis today that needs him to save?"

Hal laughed: "He has been like this since yesterday. To be honest, I have always suspected that the Kryptonian has a bit of a shaking/S gene, otherwise why would he be happy every time Batman criticizes him like that. Now Batman Xia is not here, and I heard that his little lover is also busy with his own affairs, so it's -- lonely and cold."

"waitwaitwait, what are you talking about," Barry asked incredulously, he gasped, "Big Blue is in a relationship?"

"Yes."

"How did I not know!?" The Flash screamed.

"I just found out," Hal shrugged. "The princess told me. She also told me to keep it a secret."

Barry sat up straight suddenly, didn't even eat the popcorn, his eyes sparkled with excited gossip: "Diana? What did she tell you?"

"Cough," Hal coughed lightly, and immediately threw the previous promise of keeping secrets out of the blue, "It's actually like this, didn't Carl have a problem with pheromone before, but Diana said not long ago that he had an extra The smell of Omega. Although I have never smelled it, I heard it is very sweet and attractive, but to be spotted by Superman, that Omega must have a hot body, just like the Superman who often holds parties with Wayne and Stark. Exactly the same..."

Barry: "But I remember when I first met Carl, he said that his ideal type is a traditional woman who lives at home. How can you be sure that he must be a supermodel?"

"Well, maybe Superman isn't the carnivorous type I thought." Hal licked his lips regretfully, "So he likes weaker ones? A petite Yiren's Omega wife, emmm...seems pretty good too? "

He imagined the scene of the Man of Steel and the small Omega tightly hugging each other in the kitchen, and couldn't help showing a smile that made Barry's hair stand on end.

"You've got to find someone, Hal," he suggested earnestly, "or something big will happen."

Hal: "..."

on the other hand.

"Zatana," Clark anxiously floated around outside the dormant pod containing Batman, "is there really no way I can get in touch with B? The question he asked me before, I always feel a little bit uncomfortable. Good hunch."

"No, no," Zatanna shattered his fantasy again, "Maybe after Batman comes back, I can improve the magic based on the data collected by the instrument, but don't think about it now. Superman, you If you have anything to say, I can convey it to you, or are you going to say some whispers that cannot be heard by third parties?"

As she spoke, she also winked at Clark teasingly.Clark... what else could Clark say.

He haws and haws, of course refusing to admit that he has that kind of relationship with Batman, after all he and Bruce are already… that way.But the guilt and worry in his heart didn't ease at all. In the end, Superman had no choice but to say: "I'm going to patrol around and have a look." Then he left as if fleeing.

Looking at his fleeing back, Zatana couldn't help shaking her head.

"It's really interesting," she said with a smile to the Amazon princess who came out from the corner. "This group of heroes usually show brilliance and supernatural power, but they get along better in private than a middle school student who just fell in love. Who would have thought Woolen cloth?"

"Yeah," Diana sighed, "who would have thought that."

She stretched out her hand, and gently covered the mirror-smooth hibernation cabin.

I hope that the experience of other worlds can make you understand, she thought silently, Bruce, the moment we meet true love, our subconscious reaction is apprehension, inferiority and avoidance, but this does not mean that you are not worthy of being loved.

Batman is worth it all.

"I heard that you have collected a lot of rare treasures in the Fortress of Solitude. I would like to visit your collection." Bruce kept a humble and bold look, and asked the lord curiously, "Can you?"

Carl stared at the expectant look on his face for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.

"Artificial intelligence will tell you how to go," he said, floating far away in mid-air, expressionless, but God knows the lord just wanted to stay away from this poisonous guy in front of him, "Just ask it if you have anything to do. No need to report to me."

"Okay." Bruce replied politely.

But he lowered his head again, wrapped the blanket tightly around his body, and said in a low voice: "...Sorry, my lord, I just want to talk to you a few more words."

Carl's mouth tightened.

Here it comes again, he thought irritably, this inexplicable feeling.

It's not that he has never been in love, but Carl can swear that before Batman's death, he never thought of his partner more than friendship, but for some reason, when this young man named Thomas appeared in front of him, the lord was shocked. Unable to restrain his surging emotions, killing intent, nostalgia, pity, suspicion... all kinds of desires/desires intertwined, almost disturbing him.

Obviously his character is nothing like Bruce!

"I still have something to do," he said forcefully and then flew away, "Don't bother me if I have nothing to do."

The artificial intelligence has been quietly waiting by the side.

Bruce withdrew his gaze, looked at it, and said politely, "Can you lead me the way?"

"Of course," Jo-El's calm voice came from the machine, "What is your name?"

"Thomas Wayne."

"Oh," Joe's voice rose slightly, expressing doubts, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Bruce Wayne...?"

"No relationship at all," Bruce replied, "It just happens to be the same name."

Then Joe asked him a few more questions. Although it was basically innocuous, Bruce still secretly raised his vigilance-when he went to Carl's Fortress of Solitude, the artificial intelligence was not as talkative as it is now.

"We have arrived."

The machine stopped, and Bruce looked up. There was a long corridor in front of him. There were single rooms separated by glass on both sides. Many alien animals and plants were carefully cultivated here.

But Bruce has already seen or even studied most of them. He is more interested in the ore storage room in the Fortress of Solitude, but of course this cannot be seen by Joe...

"Would you like to go to the ore room?" Joe asked him suddenly.

Bruce gave a suspicious "hmm" with a flawless expression. He turned his head and asked in surprise, "Is there such a place in the base?"

Joe was silent for a while.

I don't know why, when he answered, there was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Don't worry, I'm just asking."

They walked the entire length of the corridor in silence.

The doubts in Bruce's heart were getting deeper and deeper, probably because he noticed the nervousness of his companions, Joe comforted: "Don't be too restrained, Mr. Wayne, I'm glad you can come to the Fortress of Solitude. Carl hasn't been here for a long time. You're the only one who took everyone else home."

...Wayne?

Who is he calling?

Bruce smiled: "I'm deeply honored."

Now he was finally sure that Jor-El had indeed discovered his identity, otherwise, according to the code sequence of artificial intelligence marking visitors, he should call himself Thomas now.

But how on earth did he know?

Ore storage room.

The door opened slowly, and Bruce saw the blue fluorescent gemstone on the right hand at a glance.

This is the purpose of his trip, the Stone of Origin.

"There are more than 5000 kinds of ores here, most of which were brought back by Karl," Joe introduced, "and some were donated by his companions. They all know that Karl has a hobby of collecting, so they will help him every time. Bring back some strange stones, some of which are quite dangerous."

With that said, the machine came to a display case, which contained a small yellowish crystal.

"This is a mineral from the Hamur galaxy. The people there call it dolomite. It is very unstable. Once it encounters a collision, it will react violently with the oxygen in the air and release a huge amount of heat."

The machine floated next to a small black stone the size of a fingernail: "This is a fossil of a small insect that died on Charcot, and its powder was used by space pirates as a hallucinogen/drug. , very popular in bars and some entertainment venues, but addictive, don't mind overdose."

Joe packed them in three small transparent balls and handed them to Bruce.

It also includes the Stone of Origin.

"Souvenir," he said, "use it well."

Bruce clenched his hands silently.

"A little suggestion," Joe whispered in his ear as he left, "if you have a chance, have a meal with Carl, and I will prepare dinner for you."

Bruce: "...Thank you."

Although it is not clear what the purpose of this artificial intelligence is, as far as it is concerned, he seems to be on his side.

He had already seen it just now, and there were all kinds of things in the storage room, but there was no kryptonite that Lei Xiaoaogu and the rebels were looking for.

Although now that the Stone of Origin is in hand, Bruce's mission has been completed, but he doesn't want to just leave.

He has one more thing to figure out.

Two hours later, the lord returned.

He seems to have suppressed a rebellion, his snow-white uniform was stained with blood, the cloak hanging behind his back was dripping with bright red, and his brows still carried the anger of just finishing execution, the original blue was as broad and bright as the clear sky His eyes became dark and sharp.

Bruce sat at the dining table, watching the footprints he had walked along the way gradually disappear under the cleaning machine of the Fortress of Solitude, and a hint of imperceptible anger flashed in his downcast eyes.

If his Karl becomes like this...

No, he would never allow it.

"You told Joe that you wanted to have dinner with me?" The lord asked indifferently, "I said, don't make trouble for nothing."

But he still consciously changed into a clean uniform and sat down opposite Bruce.

The moment he picked up the fork, Karl saw the black-haired young man pursing his lips, showing him a very satisfied smile, and then enthusiastically introduced to him the food that he had eaten countless times: "I have never eaten this dish before." I have never tasted it! Is it an alien ingredient? It is simply delicious..."

"Eat quietly." Carl frowned.

"Thomas" immediately made a shut-up posture obediently, lowered his head obediently, and began to wolf down.

Karl himself was not a nobleman, so he didn't blame the other party's way of eating, but listening to the clinking of knives and forks, he couldn't help but think of Bruce's appearance when eating, and the way the Wayne family taught the next generation about etiquette. There is nothing to blame, it is a real treat to watch him eat... Of course, Batman never eats properly.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't eat and swallowed.

The lord put down his fork after taking two bites of the food. Seeing him get up and prepare to leave, "Thomas" finished his food in a few bites in a hurry, and grabbed the lord's cloak regardless that his hands were still stained with sauce.

Carl's eyebrows jumped: "Let go."

"No." "Thomas" was extremely determined this time, "My lord, why are you avoiding me?"

"What?" The lord turned around suddenly, he sneered, "I, avoid you? Thomas, are you crazy, or do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"As I said, my life is yours. If you want, you can take it at any time."

The black-haired young man's attitude was very low, but his next behavior was enough to be called treason.

He walked up to this Kryptonian whose king landed on the earth and whose body contained enough power to make all human beings terrified, let go of the cloak he was clenched tightly in his hand, put his left hand on the lord's thin waist and slowly hugged it, while his right hand held it tightly. Going around to the back of his neck, five fingers were deeply inserted into the curly black hair, gently stroking the other's hair between the fingers.

His movements were slow, but the lord did not respond the whole time.

Karl's soul seemed to be taken away by someone. He stared blankly at this bold young man. The hot bodies of the two clinging to each other almost made the invulnerable steel body tremble uncontrollably.

After a long while, he found his voice: "...What exactly do you want?"

"I want you to look at me." Bruce looked into his eyes deeply.

"Just look at me, don't think about other people, forget all your troubles," he said to Carl in a low, coaxing tone, "I know you are tired, take a break and stay with me , there is no need to think about so many things..."

The lord still didn't have much expression on his face, but his pupils began to slacken uncontrollably. He watched Bruce slowly approaching him bit by bit. The face that was almost unforgettable to him gradually enlarged in front of his eyes. An inexplicable fragrance diffused from those two thin lips, tempting him to kiss them...

Carl closed his eyes, feeling the softness on his lips, but when he tasted the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his expression instantly changed from stupefied to extremely angry——

"You actually...!!!" He clenched his teeth and pushed Bruce away, but the hallucinations that hit his face made his head dizzy, and he couldn't see the picture in front of him clearly.

The god on earth suddenly fell to his knees, he shook his head vigorously, and reached out to grab Bruce, but only passed a piece of the other's clothes.

Bruce looked down at the lord who was struggling hard, but finally fell into a dreamland of sleep uncontrollably. He watched his expression change from betrayed anger to pain, and finally calmed down, and even raised his lips. With a satisfied smile, he couldn't help but have a new understanding of the power of the hallucinogen Joe gave him.

He was sure that the lord would never put these two dangerous items that could put him to death in the Fortress of Solitude, so...

"Come out." He turned around and said calmly in one direction.

Sure enough, a second later, the familiar robot floated out.

"What should I call you," Bruce asked, "Jo-El, or Bat-Lord?"

The robot was silent for a moment: "I'm just a background program that Batman left in the Fortress of Solitude, which is equivalent to a computer virus. I can't leave here, Thomas, I need your help."

He came to the foot of the statue of Carl's parents, activated the password, and pressed the mechanism. With his actions, a small box rose from the opened ground to mid-air. Bruce went to open it and found that it contained nothing but It's a kryptonite ring.

The ring that Superman gave Batman himself.

He took the kryptonite ring out of the box without hesitation, and Karl, who was lying on the ground, groaned in pain, but no one cared about him at the moment—after all, the effects of hallucinogens are limited, if It wasn't this time that Carl was so careless that even the powder was directly put into his mouth before he realized that Bruce was dead by now.

"The aircraft has parked at the door, fly according to the scheduled route, go!" The robot urged him.

Bruce nodded, took one last look at the lord with his eyes closed, and left quickly.

The aircraft flew thousands of kilometers, and finally landed on a desert.

A big storm was coming, and the sky was full of yellow sand. Bruce jumped out of the driver's seat, holding the kryptonite ring that could determine the death of millions of people, and looked up at the towering sand dunes.

A few shadowy black figures were standing in the wind and sand, staring at him from afar.

Bruce climbed up step by step against the wind and came to them.

These people were all wearing desert-specific windproof glasses and masks, but even though they couldn't see their faces, Bruce was still familiar with them—from left to right, Damian, Dick, and a guy he didn't know but who was probably Rob. Bing's youth, and...

Batman, and Jason.

"You really are not dead." Bruce said in an affirmative tone.

The Batman of this world gave him a cold look, without any nonsense, he stretched out his hand directly: "He will wake up at any time, thing."

Bruce put the kryptonite ring in the palm of his hand.

"This thing is the token of love that bastard gave you?" Jason, who was carrying a Gat/Lin on his shoulder, whistled in a playful voice, "Although you two have broken up completely now, but even It’s a bit too much to have to send back gifts.”

Batman ignored him, but Bruce gave Jason a nostalgic look, looking at the young man with horror.

He asked in a vicious voice: "What are you doing? Let me tell you, don't think that you are an old bat from another world and I will be polite to you. Since the rebel army is here, you should obey my orders—"

"He won't join," Batman interrupted. "We're here to pick up Thomas. You should go back to where you should go."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, he had never realized that his words were so annoying.

"Okay," he also knew it was not the time to chat, but there was one thing Bruce had to ask, "Finally, what is the relationship between you and the lord?"

Batman pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It has nothing to do with you." At the end, he said coldly, "You just need to know that Superman has done something wrong, and I will prevent him from continuing to do so. This is my promise to him."

Just like the original lord called him Batman, he still insists on calling the current Carl Superman.

Bruce smiled, "Me too."

Accompanied by Jason's ghostly voice, "This old bat can actually laugh?!" Bruce waved his hand at them, calling Zatanna in his heart: "The mission is completed, it's time to go back."

Zatanna: "OK, welcome home, Batman."

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar figures of his companions.

Clark's big head filled the entire field of vision: "B! Are you okay? How do you feel? Is there anything wrong?"

Zatanna complained unceremoniously: "Get out of the way, Superman, you are in his way."

"Oh, oh, sorry." Superman hastily stepped aside in a panic.

Bruce slowly crawled out of the hibernation cabin, lying in one place for such a long time, even for him, he felt that his bones were about to stiffen into rust.

He turned his arms and looked at the heroes in the watchtower, his eyes focused on Superman for a few seconds.

"Carl," he sighed sincerely, "the red and blue color scheme is really good."

Clark was flattered: "Uh...thank you, thank you?"

He opened his eyes wide, looked carefully at his partner who had become extra "gentle" after going to a parallel world, and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "B, what happened to you?"

Batman looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up oddly.

"Zatanna," he asked, "can you magically export my memory and show it to others?"

The author has something to say: two chapters combined into one, six thousand words!

ps: The next book is pre-accepted "I sell insurance in the superhero world (successful version)" (maybe I will write a bankruptcy version in the future) for collection, see the column for the copy~

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Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 3 from Lian Yiyi;

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