[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

The bright sun shone on the two of them, and today was an exceptionally sunny day.

"Admit defeat now, and I can spare your life." Halia stared closely at the black-haired man standing not far away. She was wearing a traditional Amazonian combat attire today, and her exposed bronze abs were full of strength. beauty.

"Thanks, but no need," Bruce replied, "How about we start earlier? I've got an appointment with Diana to talk things out."

"Irreverent fellow!" Halia was really angry.

A long and deep horn sounded above the arena. The moment the referee blew the horn, the female warrior shouted, bent down, and rushed towards Bruce with the sword in her hand.

Although she was angry, her moves were still sharp and decisive, and each blow contained staggering force. Bruce and her had a few head-on moves, and felt that his wrist was going to be numb.

"Tsk."

He couldn't help but think that he was better suited to fight in the damp and dark alleys of Gotham than this ancient Roman-style face-to-face duel.

But Bruce's performance was considered by Halia as distracted. She was furious immediately, and all the three-point strength that she had reserved a little because of Diana's instructions was fully displayed in an instant, and the sharp blade instantly struck the man's arm. A hole, it seems that the wound is not shallow.

Carl stood up in the stands. He stared at Bruce in the arena, who was forced to retreat by Halia and could only defend in a panic. His chest heaved violently, as if he was about to rush down in the next second.

After hearing the thunderous and enthusiastic cheers of the Amazons around him, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his vision gradually became colder as he looked at them.

Seeing the ominous red light in the blue eyes of the Kryptonian, although she didn't know Karl's ability, Natasha, who had always been very intuitive, grabbed him and acted impulsively.

"Calm down," she said, "this is a sacred duel, and if you intervene, you are fighting against the Amazons. And don't you believe in his strength?"

Karl didn't care who he was against, but he hesitated when he heard Natasha's last words.

He did trust Bruce, but...

He still couldn't help himself not to worry about the safety of the other party.

While they were distracted, the duel in the audience continued.

Bruce was already covered with scars, Halia stared coldly at this man who could only defend passively but refused to admit defeat, and announced proudly: "In 10 minutes, you will faint due to excessive blood loss. "

"Really?" Bruce asked back, raising the corners of his lips.

Sweat continued to flow from his forehead. To be honest, he hadn't experienced this kind of honest fighting feeling for a long time.In Gotham, Batman always encounters attacks hidden in the dark, calculations and ambushes with malicious intentions. It is really rare to suddenly meet a fighter like Halia who is willing to fight hard with him.

"I admit that your combat skills are very proficient, and your strength is also amazing. You are an old hand," Bruce gasped, "but—"

He suddenly stepped on the edge of the shield that Halia had just shot down on the ground. Caught off guard, the female warrior was hit on the chin by the flying shield. She cried out in pain and subconsciously took half a step back.

But it was this half step that allowed Bruce to seize the opportunity.

He hit the pockmarked hole on Halia's shoulder with an elbow, his body went up the stick like a soft snake, and instantly shortened the distance, making it impossible for Halia to use the long sword, and then a merciless head The awl hit the opponent's forehead, and she was hit hard on the abdomen, in exchange for the opportunity that the opponent's foot was unstable, and a sweeping leg made her fall hard to the ground

The combination of Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Tai Chi played a perfect effect. When Bruce tilted his head and used the tip of the sword to force Halia to look up, less than 2 minutes had passed since he turned defeat into victory.

The audience was silent.

Halia's eyes widened: "This...how is it possible!?"

"As I said, you are very powerful, and the inheritance of Amazon is far longer than the history of human beings. But," Bruce stared down at the unbelievable Halia on the ground, and said lightly, "Stay old, this is what you lost reason."

"You are too arrogant."

"I didn't show my full strength," Halia said with a sullen face, "fight again!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of the point of the sword pointing at her throat, she suddenly turned over and kicked Bruce's chest.

Bruce, who was defenseless, was kicked by her until he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot. He stepped back a few steps before barely supporting himself. When he raised his eyes, he found that Halia had already charged in front of him with a full face of anger, waving a sword. There was no time to defend——

In a burst of exclamation, Diana suddenly stood up from her seat and shouted sharply:

"Halia, stop!"

But someone is faster than her.

An afterimage passed over the stands, and before the two people in the arena had time to react, Carl was already in front of Bruce, grabbing the blade that Halia swung.

He looked at the surprised female soldier blankly, and exerted force on his hand.

With a click, Halia's most cherished sword shattered into pieces inch by inch.

"……you!"

She glared angrily at the man who suddenly appeared in the arena, and wanted to punch him, but Karl just gave her an annoyed look, and slapped her away to the sidelines like chasing away a fly. on the wall.

There was a loud bang, and Halia was buried under the ruins. Diana gasped, and immediately jumped off the stand to check her injuries, but the dying female warrior unwillingly grabbed her wrist: " Let me... fight him..."

"Enough!" Now, Diana, who was worried about her, couldn't help but get angry, "Halia, you are trampling on the dignity of the Amazons! The duel is over, you lost!"

There was water in Halia's eyes, she looked at the queen who was holding her in her arms, her lips moved twice, her eyes closed, and she fainted.

"Take her for treatment." Diana said to the guards who rushed over with a sinking face.

She got up and walked in front of Carl, the Kryptonian felt Diana's strength, and immediately stood in front of Bruce vigilantly.Although it is understandable, she is not very angry with this alien who hurt her compatriots.

"Get out of the way, I won't hurt him."

Carl didn't move, it was Bruce's hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine," he said, then coughed twice.

Halia's kick was really not light, and Bruce calmly reckoned while enduring the pain in his ribs. He felt that he had broken at least three bones, and his internal organs should have suffered some injuries.

Seeing the man's pale face covered in sweat, Carl bit his lower lip angrily.

It was a light move just now, he thought.

"I apologize to you on behalf of my sister, Bruce." Diana said sincerely, "Let's postpone the appointment until the day after tomorrow. During this period, we will open all the treatments to you free of charge, as well as the one you want. The stone is called the Stone of Origin, right? I will also prepare it for you, this is the compensation you deserve."

"Thank you." Bruce nodded slightly.

He couldn't stand anymore, his vision was a little blurred, and his body swayed from side to side very badly. Carl hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and shouted to Diana in an anxious voice: "Take him to treatment!"

And that was the last word Bruce heard today.

When he woke up again in the middle of the night, Bruce felt someone holding his hand before he opened his eyes. The consciousness of returning to the cage told him that it was probably Carl. The child cared more about him than the normal limit for a guardian. It's getting a little dangerous.

Bruce closed his eyes, quietly thinking about the countermeasures in his mind. He knew that this would not work. Once he left, who knew what would happen to the Kryptonians who lost their shackles.He is already showing signs of developing towards extreme behavior. It’s okay to be on the isolated paradise island. If he returns to the human world...

Although Batman has been fighting to protect mankind all his life, he also has to admit that the evil of mankind is always beyond his imagination.

"B, are you okay?" Clark's worried voice rang in his ears, "I watched your duel, but I didn't say anything because I was afraid of disturbing you. How do you feel now? I asked Diana Well, she said that Paradise Island has a medicinal herb that can speed up the body's recovery, and you can ask her directly here, because she is also half responsible for Halia's affairs."

See, Superman is the right way to do it, Bruce thought to himself.

Sure enough, this Carl knows him better. Even if Batman encounters a crisis or is injured, he will not easily intervene in his battle, and give him all the initiative, but he will give some helpful suggestions—for heroes during the day Saving "Beauty" might be very touching for someone else, but for Bruce, he felt an offense in his heart.

Batman is not some weakling who needs Kryptonians to protect him!

"I'm fine," he replied in the mental link, "did you tell Tony about my injuries?"

"No," Clark said.

It was Zatana who said it, the chairman of Zhenglian thought confidently, and it had nothing to do with him at all.

"Very good." Bruce was very satisfied.

He pretended to be very natural and opened his eyes, and almost instantly, Karl, who was lying on the bedside, woke up simultaneously.

The young man looked at him in surprise and joy: "Bruce! Are you awake?"

Bruce nodded indifferently, shook off his hand, lifted the sheepskin blanket covering his body and was about to get out of bed, Karl tried to stop him in a panic: "No! Your injury is still not healed..."

"Leave me alone, Kal-El." The pale black-haired man sitting by the bed said in a cold tone he had never heard before, "I'm not that close to you yet."

Carl's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his stupefied eyes seemed to have his soul taken away in an instant.

Even Clark, who often sees him upset, can't help feeling a little sympathetic when he sees him like this. As a partner with Batman for a while, he certainly knows why B suddenly speaks in this tone, and he also knows that B directly cut off the opponent's words. It's actually the right thing to do, but...

"B, no way," he sighed, "it's kind of cruel."

"Softness will kill you sooner or later, Carl." Bruce said directly in front of another Kryptonian, "You know it, I don't belong here."

Hearing these words, Carl's face suddenly became paler than Bruce, who had just been seriously injured.

Clark fell silent.

He is thankful for his luck, but he can't help empathizing with himself in the parallel world. If he were that Carl, after being rescued from hell by B, he taught him how to get to know this world bit by bit. I gave all my trust, but I got such a result...

He must be crazy, he thought.

But Carl wasn't crazy.

He even acted very well-behaved, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, the Kryptonian quickly returned to normal.

He lowered his head, gave a soft "um" and said "I'm sorry", then turned and left the room.

Before leaving, he intimately helped Bruce close the door.

A familiar young voice suddenly sounded in the spiritual connection: "Great, old bat, you stomped the sincerity of an innocent young boy to pieces again. Although this is not the first time, this kind of drama really makes people never get tired of it." .”

"Shut up, Nightwing," Bruce said sullenly.

He shook his drowsy head and asked, "Why are you in the watchtower?"

"Because I'm quitting," Dick said of course. "The city I'm guarding is Bludhaven, I hope someone remembers. Even if I inherit Bruce Wayne's trust fund, it's because I'm his It’s a matter of course. But does Batman pay me? Otherwise, why should I work for him?”

Clark's voice was a little awkward: "Uh, B, Nightwing came up with the authority of the Batcave, and I can't stop him."

"I think it's just that you don't want to stop it," Batman said sullenly, "I'll settle the score with you when I go back. Now, Nightwing, go back to where you should go, and Damian is alone in the brotherhood." I'm worried about Tan."

"Wow, sounds like a really good father, but I think you probably want to say that you are afraid that the devil boy will overthrow Gotham while you are away." Dick said indifferently, "He's been chasing Hydra recently, you I know, the League of Assassins messed with it. So don't worry about him sending himself into Arkham one day. By the way, if there is a day, I will happily reserve a special VIP room there for him of."

But after he finished talking endlessly, he found that he didn't get any response at all.

"Batman?" he asked tentatively. "Old Bat? . . . are you listening?"

What responded to him was a dead silence in the spiritual connection.

Ye Yi frowned, and turned to look at Superman beside him with the same serious expression.

"Tony?" He called out to another person.

A few seconds later, the sleepy voice of a rich man with a mustache came from the link: "Who? Forget it doesn't matter, but I hope you know it's 47:[-] in the morning! What's wrong that you have to contact me now?"

Tony's spiritual link has not been broken.

Dick tried to communicate with Oliver and the others again, and found that everyone except Bruce remained in the original state, and the magic detector did not warn them.

Everything seems to be perfectly normal, but...

"Go to Zatanna," Superman said decisively, frowning, "something happened to Batman."

The author has something to say: Carl: It has been blackened.

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Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Arkham Little Patient and Jinghong 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Xixi;

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