[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Watchtower, rest area.

"Superman," Barry stood outside the closed door, racking his brains to think of comforting words, "Uh, actually, you don't have to be so sad, after all, who doesn't have any bad thoughts in his heart? Maybe our one thought will make a difference." Create a parallel world, maybe in one world I'm still the big bad guy."

After a pause, he added: "...Besides, white is still quite handsome, simple and elegant, and cool, um."

But after he finished speaking, there was still silence inside the door.

Oh no, a few seconds later, the closed door was opened a crack.

Accompanied by a vague afterimage, Superman stretched out an arm, and hung a handwritten sign outside the door of his exclusive lounge——

"Superman is dead."

Note a line of fine print: Call me when the world is about to be destroyed.

Barry: "..."

It seems that this stimulation is really not light.

"It's useless to tell you," Hal, who was dragged over by force, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrows, "According to me, I should call Batman over, after all, he is the one who makes Superman shut himself up." The culprit."

The corner of Barry's mouth twitched: "Let Bat come... Are you sure it won't cause adverse effects?"

Although it was just a few fragmentary fragments, when Zatanna exported the image of Lord Justice's cloak stained with blood and falling from the sky from Batman's memory, and showed it to everyone at the meeting, the overwhelming sense of oppression was almost overwhelming. All the heroes present tensed their nerves reflexively and held their breath.

At that time, Superman was the first person to stand up from his seat. His expression was very ugly, but because he knew it was a parallel world, he could barely maintain a trace of calm.

——until he saw the first-person view of the Lord and Batman kissing.

"Zatana!" Batman thumped the table and roared in a low voice, "I said this part doesn't need to be released!"

"Sorry, I made a mistake at the moment." Zatana smiled slyly at him without companion love, "I'm just too obsessed with this part, if I accidentally...you shouldn't do other parts next, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a coughing sound in the conference room.

Clark stood there with a blank face. He stared blankly at Batman sitting not far away. His eyes were horrified as if he saw Lex Luthor suddenly grow a head of lush and smooth hair, and he continued Here comes the warm invitation from the shampoo advertiser.

"No." Batman squeezed the word through his teeth.

"It's just for the mission," he explained.

After Batman answered Zatanna's question, Superman regained the power to breathe normally.

He sat back in his seat, calmly listened to a series of "great achievements" made by the lord of that world, and then floated back to his lounge with a smile after Batman announced the end of the meeting.

...and then I have been autistic until today.

After one failed attempt, Barry decided that he couldn't let meringue go on like this.

He bravely seeks out Batman.

"Bat, you just leave him alone?" Good Barry, he cheered himself up in his heart, that's all, be bold, "I think Big Blue might need your help."

"Really?" Batman, who was busy backing up the parallel world data, looked up at him, "I don't think so."

The little red man tried his best to focus on the aspects that Batman focused on: "But look, he has been staying in the room recently, so what about the Metropolis? You said that a hero should never delay business because of personal issues."

"Don't worry," Batman said lightly, "I installed a teleportation device in his room, even if Superman is really autistic, I won't let him delay his work."

Barry was silent.

After a while, he asked from the bottom of his heart: "Are you a devil?"

"Yes, I am."

Batman twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a kind smile that could scare a Scarecrow into a lunatic on the spot.

In fact, Bruce has also been a little upset recently, but he thinks these are trivial matters, and Batman will not affect his actions because of anything.

But this does not prevent him from using his power to issue an ultimatum to Clark Kent who has been absent from work for several days without reason——

If you don't come to work tomorrow, just pack up and get out!

In fact, Bruce discovered that shortly after he went to the parallel world, Clark asked Perry to assume that something was wrong at home, which was fine, everyone would encounter some troubles.But the problem is that he only took half a month's leave, and he hasn't come back for almost three weeks. If it weren't for the fact that the boss of Planet Daily is Bruce Wayne, he should have been fired by the company long ago.

Because he stayed in Gotham all year round and dealt with those lunatics, Bruce thought more about it. He thought that something might have happened to Clark, otherwise, according to the sense of responsibility of the young reporter, he should not have done such a thing anyway.

"Hey Bruce," Oliver asked him on the phone, "I'm at the Met right now, want to come along? My...emmm, a friend from work, said I've been a bit 'reclusive' lately, do Pie is pretty undandy, so I figured I'd at least give the paparazzi a little something to keep them from making too much of a story in the magazine."

I know, that friend of yours is me, Batman thought.

"Thank God, you finally remembered me," he said while putting the Stone of Origin brought back from the parallel world into the safe in the Batcave, while holding the phone under his shoulder, "What have you been up to lately?"

He was asking casually, but Oliver sighed and complained: "It's nothing, just pay attention to some business matters, although I don't quite understand those complicated things like stocks and investments."

Bruce: Nonsense, you were in the watchtower asking me for information on a fund company two days ago.

"But Bruce, have you heard of the vigilante who appeared in Star City recently, Green Arrow?" Oliver coughed, and after getting Bruce's affirmative answer, he tapped sideways and asked somewhat deliberately, "What about that?" What do you think of him? I personally think his style is a bit like your Gotham Batman, with a sense of mystery in his demeanor. Of course, Batman is much cooler than him."

Bruce: "...I never knew you were a Batman fan."

"I'm not a fan," Oliver said seriously, "I just admire his style. By the way, have you seen the video of Batman's disappearance that Gotham people uploaded online before? I have replayed it more than a dozen times. Do you want to watch it?" I send it to you?"

"Okay, okay, you can say whatever you want, but please don't send me that kind of stuff, I'm not interested in criminals in tights and beating people in the middle of the night." Bruce said helplessly, he didn't have the time Exchanging compliments with Oliver here, "So that's why you called me today? Be forewarned, I'm not available."

Oliver sounded a little upset, whether it was Bruce's opinion of Batman or his refusal.

But he didn't say anything in the end, just said: "Then I'll bring you a gift then, I heard that the Metropolis is holding a carnival recently, and their burritos here are pretty good."

Just as Bruce was about to say no, the phone buzzed with a message.

It's from Perry:

"Clark came to the company and resigned, Boss, what do you say?"

Bruce stared at that sentence, pursed his lips tightly, and after a few seconds, picked up the phone again.

"No burritos," he said, "Oliver, pack one for me."

Oliver: "...What???"

A few hours later, a super-sized Metropolitan special product was delivered to the gate of Wayne Manor by Mr. Quinn, who was not short of money, on a private plane.

Alfred looked at them happily: "Well, Master Kent, Master Quinn, I never knew you were still friends."

Oliver put a hand on Clark's shoulder, and Alfred, who came forward to greet them very naturally, showed a bright smile: "Of course, although Ken... Clark and I haven't known each other for a long time, we hit it off right away."

Although Clark does know Oliver, and they even partnered up a few times, he still has to say, the feeling of being bullied and cold-faced by Oliver in the way of Green Arrow...

It sucks.

The little reporter in a large suit shrugged his shoulders, and tried his best to smile at the comforting old man in front of him.

Walking behind the old butler, Oliver withdrew his hand for a second, and regained his previous expressionless appearance.

"Boy," he whispered to Clark, "although I don't know how you marked Bruce, you'd better remember what I told you on the plane, if you dare to treat Bruce badly, or let him I'm sad, I don't care what the reason is..."

"—me, and Tony, will make you die a miserable death."

Before Clark could answer, he immediately straightened up and opened his arms to Bruce who came down from the second floor in his pajamas: "Long time no see, Bro!"

"It's just that I haven't seen you for more than a month. You come here every time, Oliver, you're so nasty."

Gotham Baby muttered under his breath.

He seemed to have just woken up, his eyes were still a little sleepy, the hair on his head was raised in a mess, and with the coffee-flavored pheromone lingering around him, he looked like a big walking Chocolate—Since being marked by Clark, the taste of pheromones on Bruce has also gradually changed.

At least in Clark's eyes, the black-haired Omega looked more attractive than when they parted.

Oliver coughed heavily, glared at him without leaving a trace, then smiled and said to Bruce with a changed face: "I brought you the person you want. Bruce, you found Alpha, why didn't you tell us? "

"Why should I tell you?" Bruce asked strangely, "Oliver, you only need to look through the previous Playboy periodicals to know that the Alphas I found can fill up the building of the Wayne Group."

"But that's different, those are women," Oliver frowned slightly, "and you didn't ask them to mark you. Bruce, tell me you mean it this time, marking is not a joke."

Although he had already made up his mind to break up, Clark also held his breath when he heard such words, and couldn't help but look up at the silent man standing by the stairs.

After half a minute, Bruce laughed.

"Of course not," he said the most irresponsible words in a very brisk tone, "How could I fall in love with a business person who doesn't even have a job?"

Clark immediately explained: "Bruce, I..."

"What about me?" Bruce looked at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did I send you a lot of messages asking what happened to you? Did I ask Perry to persuade you to stay and not resign casually? Did I let you Come to Wayne Manor to find me first, or set up a place for me to find you? You haven't responded yet, so I can only ask Oliver to tie you up, a busy man, to see whether the world is destroyed or you are going to save the world Otherwise, you will do these hellish things inexplicably."

At the end, the man's tone became more and more serious, and Oliver's expression on the side stared at him became more and more unfriendly.

Clark clenched his palms, lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the black-haired Omega.

He was filled with deep guilt for Bruce.

He just felt that he should be a superman wholeheartedly to prevent a situation like the lord from happening, so he thought of quitting his job as a reporter and staying away from Bruce... Although Clark had always been a little puzzled and sad about being wary of Batman in the past, but until Seeing the justice lord in the parallel world with his own eyes, he realized that Batman's worries were never groundless.

What makes Clark even more unacceptable is that during the few days when he locked himself in the watchtower lounge, he carefully thought about whether he would become like him if he encountered these things that the lord encountered.

And the answer is Yes.

Compared with Lord Justice, Clark felt that his only advantage was good luck.

But he wasn't sure that his luck would last forever.

The atmosphere became stalemate for a moment.

Seeing that Clark didn't refute his words, and even had a tendency to bow his head and acquiesce, the smile on Bruce's face became more mocking.He even thought with a bit of self-mockery: Sure enough, Clark made such a decisive move because he wanted to escape from himself completely.

Otherwise, how could he not even bother to reply to a message he sent before and after resignation.

"Let me talk to Kent."

Seeing Alfred coming over with tea and snacks, Oliver said suddenly.

After speaking, he grabbed Clark's arm and dragged him into an empty room.

"Oliver, I..." Seeing Oliver turn and close the door, Clark was about to open his mouth to speak when he was completely blinded by a fist that came to him.

"This punch is because you took what I said just now as fart." Oliver said coldly.

He stared fixedly at Clark's eyes that seemed to be frightened but actually stupefied, and raised his fist again:

"This punch is for Bruce!"

But this time Clark hardened his skin reflexively.

With a bang, Green Arrow felt himself punched on the steel plate.

...and the feeling is damn familiar.

He looked at the tall little reporter who shrank himself into a ball in his hands, and his eyes widened in disbelief:

"Are you Superman?!"

In fact, there is nothing to hide, Clark blinked his eyes, and just about to admit it, Oliver's expression changed from consternation to outraged anger.

He grabbed Clark's collar and looked like he wanted to kill him alive:

"Kal-El, do you know that Batman and Bruce are the two most important people in my life?"

"—and you dare to step on two boats!!!"

The author has something to say: Supermanisdead, literally.

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