[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Bruce didn't sleep very long.

In fact, he slept restlessly.

The dazzling blood stained the dream, and in the vast darkness, he couldn't find a way out, so he could only wander side by side, looking at the crazy smiling face of the clown reflected in the countless broken mirrors around him, and the dying face of the boy on the ground.

There was nothing he could do.

His Robin.

"No...Jason!"

The man woke up profusely with sweat, and found himself still lying in the dark bedroom, surrounded by silence.

Outside, the lights of the Wayne Building streamed in through the open windows, along with the familiar red lights of police cars.

After discovering that a certain Kryptonian was not here, Bruce stared at the empty room for a while, groaned, and got off the bed rubbing his sweat-soaked forehead.

The hour hand pointed to the early morning, and he slept longer than expected.But apparently, a few hours of sleep wasn't enough to make up for the aftermath of these days of crazy late work, and Bruce felt his head was protesting to him until now.

However, the things that should be done will not be reduced by half because of the bad state. He must return to the Batcave immediately. Jason's matter has not been resolved... He will not allow anyone to disturb his son's sleep...

While thinking heavily, the black-haired Omega changed his clothes, walked to the window, and glanced casually.

——then saw the blood-red bat lamp hanging high above the night sky.

"...Damn it." Bruce's eyes widened suddenly, and then boundless anger overwhelmed him-damn Kryptonian!Why didn't you wake him up when something so big happened!

He can now be sure that Clark's not staying in the room is definitely not because there was another fire in that place or a certain cat stayed at a height that it shouldn't belong to. After all, in Gotham, even cats know never to go where they can't get down.So there is only one explanation for such a situation——

Gotham is in trouble.

When he put on his bat suit and rushed out of the building, the raging fire at the pier also verified Bruce's guess. The dark knight continued to confirm Superman's situation from Zhenglian's communicator with a dark face, but he didn't get half a response.He cursed secretly, chose to ignore the dazzling blood-red sign above his head, jumped on the Batmobile and drove towards the pier.

But beyond his expectations, when Bruce came to the pier, he saw only the gang/gang members lying on the ground and wailing, Superman and other lunatics who should have appeared here—such as the clown And so on, but there was no shadow at all.

Something is not quite right.

Bruce's intuition was jumping up and down. The fatigue of the day's work and the strong alpha pheromone here made him feel a little physiologically nauseated, but Batman couldn't be knocked down because of this discomfort.He stood up expressionlessly, and just about to dial Gordon's phone, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he dodged a fist from behind at the very moment.

"Superman!"

Looking at the son of the sun with empty eyes floating behind him, Batman was startled and angry.He turned around in embarrassment and avoided Clark's several attacks. While cursing Superman's damn magic resistance in his heart, he shouted loudly: "Carl! Wake up, it's me!"

But Superman seemed to have never heard of it, and still picked up his collar mercilessly in the next moment, and threw him into the deep sea far away. When Batman struggled to swim ashore, he again almost instantaneously Moving at a fast speed, he grabbed the Dark Knight's cloak and threw him onto the shore like trash.

Bruce was lying on the pier wet all over, coughing twice, looking embarrassed, but his eyes hidden behind the white goggles were still staring at the superman not far away, who was like a god descending from the mortal world, subconsciously pressed his fingers It's on a grid on the universal belt.

"Carl," he gasped, but his expression was calm, "Be sober, don't force me to use kryptonite."

Probably the word "kryptonite" awakened Superman's deep-sleeping fear. The Man of Steel had a meal visible to the naked eye. Bruce also found that Clark's expression seemed to distort at a rapid speed with his extraordinary eyesight.

He narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a cold boot stepped on his neck from behind.

At the same time, a gun was pressed to his temple.Batman's body tensed instantly, damn it, he cursed in his heart, how could he make such a low-level, unforgivable mistake?

"who are you?"

He adjusted his body calmly to ensure that the opponent would not kill him with a single blow, but the foot on his neck seemed to be as heavy as a weight, and he noticed Batman's small movements, and the man deliberately Increased a little strength.

"Who am I? Good question," the culprit who is likely to control Superman sneered, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "You can call me Red Hood."

Red Hood?

Batman's brows were tightly furrowed. He knew that this person was a guy who had only appeared in Gotham in the last half month.

The method is fierce, the identity is unknown, he killed the black mask and took over his subordinates as soon as he came, and also had an armed conflict with the clown gang, killing more than a dozen people, and then disappeared for a while, it's just that Bruce couldn't get away recently On hold for now.

"You controlled Superman?" he asked again.

"Shut up! I should be the one to ask the question now, old bat." Red Hood interrupted him with a bad attitude, "I advise you to answer my question honestly, or I will blow your head off with a single shot, Either I'll let dear Mr. Superman fly himself to Lex Luthor's place and swallow the kryptonite - either way, you can pick whichever you like."

He's coming for Batman, Bruce thinks calmly.

"what do you wish to ask?"

But he was a little strange to find that when he really put on a cooperative attitude, the red hood suddenly didn't say a word.

A chaotic, manic and distorted aura lingers around the young man. Regardless of how Bruce can see that he is young, even if his figure and face can be faked, his body shape, strength and way of acting all show this. The Alpha who calls himself Red Hood is not that old.

"You..." He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Tell me, what is the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Superman?"

Batman: "..."

He felt a great sense of absurdity.

"You took control of Superman and put a gun to my head, and that's what you're asking?" he asked in disbelief.

Even though Batman was always calm, his voice was raised uncontrollably.

Red Hood scolded viciously: "Stop talking nonsense, I want you to answer the question!"

He increased the strength on his feet again, and Bruce felt that it was difficult to breathe, his chest began to heave violently due to lack of oxygen, and he said hoarsely: "Isn't there already been a lot of reports in the media?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Superman, who was hovering still on the sea, could not help but float closer, and Batman clenched his fists.

Very well, Clark Kent.

"I don't believe them." Red Hood didn't notice Superman's abnormality, he was still immersed in his own world, muttering a series of curse words that he couldn't bear to listen to, very familiar, Bruce thought, he must have missed something...

"Did he mark you?" Red Hood asked with suppressed anger.

Brucey's breath caught.

He knows who Batman really is! ?

"I don't understand what you're talking about." He said calmly, but his body was ready to fight back violently in an instant.

Even if he is seriously injured, he can buy at least two seconds. There are too many accidents tonight, and nothing beyond the plan can happen again.

"what do you want?"

Red Hood sneered, and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

Because a gun was also on the back of his head.

"Let... let him go," said a young man in a banquet gown, holding a gun he had stolen from somewhere—stolen because Bruce could tell his movements were unfamiliar at a glance, "Let go of Batman."

Although the voice was trembling, the boy's hands did not tremble at all.

And when he saw the rough Robin mask on his face, Bruce's heart twisted instantly.

No, he groaned/groaned inwardly.

Please, don't.

"Who are you?" Red Hood obediently didn't look back, but asked with great interest.

But no one present dared to take it lightly.

Because his tone was so relaxed that it was like talking to a girl who worked in a convenience store downstairs, and his body was completely relaxed, as if he didn't pay attention to the boy behind him holding a gun to his head.

"I'm..." Tim paused, he seemed afraid to meet Batman's eyes, "I'm Robin."

Red Hood seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Immediately, the youth trembled all over and laughed, he laughed so hard that Tim's face slowly became abnormally flushed/red.Listening to the familiar laughter that can be heard from Arkham every night, Bruce finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Go away, boy!" he yelled, "it's none of your business here!"

go!

"Don't worry," Red Hood didn't want him to leave so much, he laughed nervously, "How interesting? Batman and Robin, and a delirious Mr. Superman, it seems that I really That's right."

Batman's face, hidden under the mask, seemed to contort a bit.

I've had enough, he thought.

"Kal-El," he growled, "when are you going to see the play?"

A gust of wind swept by.

A red cloak stood in front of Bruce and the boy, and Clark separated the three of them in a fraction of a second, his empty blue eyes filled with apology: "Sorry, B, I just... I just want to Know what he wants to do."

The Kryptonian looked downcast, and even though he had tried to keep his hand, and didn't even throw Batman onto any of the shipping containers at the dock, it was clear that Bruce was injured.

Now, even Red Hood didn't expect that Superman wasn't under his control at all.

He took two quick steps back, took out the powdered kryptonite he had stolen from Luther from his pocket, and stomped it to pieces in a rage.

"If we catch someone, we can press him as much as we want." Batman stood half a step behind him and said hoarsely. His vocal cords must have been damaged just now, but he couldn't understand that Clark would actually do it for This purpose watched him get hurt, and even put innocent civilians in danger, "Tell me, why?"

Clark opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Because of the red hood," the boy behind him suddenly said at this moment, "it's the second-generation Robin."

"Your adopted son, Jason Todd."

Batman stood in the night without a word.

Countless memory fragments finally assembled a complete picture, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity finally found its home. The dark knight seemed to merge with the rich night of the pier.

He stared straight at the young man in front of him. Under Batman's silent gaze, the red hood's body arched out of guard and slowly stood up straight. He looked at Bruce without fear, and suddenly let out a weird look. , A smile that seems to be mocking or approving.

"He's got talent," he said sarcastically. "Congratulations, Bruce, the kid will be a good detective."

Batman seemed about to say something, but a groan from Clark beside him interrupted him.

"...Superman?" He turned his head to stare at the Kryptonian who suddenly blushed and bowed slightly, and the alarm bells rang in his heart, "What's wrong with you?"

After finishing speaking, his eyes swept over the pink kryptonite powder under the Red Hood's feet, and countless bad possibilities flashed through his mind.

"What the hell is that?" he asked sharply.

Ordinary powder kryptonite will never cause such an effect!

Red Hood didn't seem to have expected that Superman, who was out of control before, would be attacked suddenly, but Batman's tone made him dream back to his childhood, and immediately pushed back very viciously: "Why should I tell you?"

Bruce suppressed the anger and suspicion in his heart, and told himself that the person in front of him was not a lunatic pulled out of Arkham, but his adopted son who had come back to life with great difficulty—he couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain when he thought of this—— But on the surface, the man just said in the usual cold and hard tone: "Go back to the Batcave first, Jason, and I will listen to your explanation slowly."

Red Hood's movements paused for a second.

It seemed that a certain nerve in his mind was finally on the verge of limit, he didn't say anything, just sneered silently, and fired a few shots directly in Bruce's direction, all the guns were aimed at the vital point, and he didn't hold back his hand at all.

"Jason!" Batman yelled.

Superman, who was still in an abnormal state, was forgotten by the two at the same time. After firing the bullet in his hand, Jason roared and rushed towards Batman.Bruce pursed his lips tightly, showing no sign of weakness. The two scuffled on the pier, with red eyes on each other, as if the other was their greatest enemy—but Bruce still had some leeway, which is why he Cause of repeated injuries.

"Why!" Enduring the severe pain in his ribs, he pressed the young man under him and asked, thinking of the information on the bat computer, his eyes were full of regret.

Jason bawled directly: "F**kyou."

He directly dismounted his joints, and turned back with a roundabout kick that went straight to Batman's head, but Bruce couldn't help remembering that he taught Jason this trick before so that he could untie the rope and escape by himself at a critical moment ...and now it's his way of breaking free from his shackles...

He raised his left arm to cover his temple, ready to resist Jason's kick, when he heard the boy's scream in the distance—what happened?Bruce's heartbeat was wrong for an instant, could it be someone from the gang...

The man's eyes flashed.

When he came back to his senses, he had been pinned to the container by Superman.

There was a burning pain in his back, and Clark used too much force to smash a hole in the iron sheet.Bruce struggled to swallow the sweetness that came to his mouth, grabbed the Kryptonian's wrist that seemed to be weightless, and noticed the Alpha pheromone in the air that suddenly soared hundreds of times and Clark's eyes glowing ominous red, with the last Jason and Tim, who showed their surprised expressions in the distance, said:

"Run..."

Jason's expression twisted.

The young man seemed to be engaged in some fierce struggle in his heart. Originally, his face was bruised and swollen from fighting with Bruce, and his appearance was miserable and ridiculous, but after hesitating for just two seconds, he immediately made a decision.

"Go away, brat!" He yelled at Tim who was at a loss, and then cursed who didn't know where he learned it, pulled the dagger from his thigh, and rushed towards Superman.

But Clark twisted the sharp dagger that was aimed at his temple with one hand.

But this also provided Batman with a precious chance to escape. He rolled from his original position to Jason, and looked at his rebellious adopted son so angry that he almost trembled: "I told you to leave together!"

"You're not qualified to order me, old bat."

Jason responded with a middle finger.

Clark turned slowly, staring at them coldly.

In the next second, two bursts of red light pierced the night.

Jason and Bruce rolled to the sides at the same time, avoiding the attack of the hot gaze.Although the Red Hood hates this very much, their evasive actions are indeed almost the same - Tim, who hid far away at the first moment of the battle, looked at this scene with bright eyes, and couldn't help picking up his mobile phone to shoot crazily .

Bruce looked at Clark with an indifferent expression in front of him. For a moment, he thought he had returned to the world of the previous lord, and saw the Kal-El who was under one man and above ten thousand.

"Fuck/Fucking Luthor!" Jason was still cursing beside him, he should have figured out that Luthor's lab wouldn't have anything normally made according to the instructions.The young man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, facing the most powerful Alpha pheromone on earth made him tremble uncontrollably.But that trembling turned to dullness when he noticed Bruce beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Shit," he stared blankly at Batman, who was half kneeling on the ground, panting hard while clutching the back of his neck, "did he mark you?"

Bruce shook his head impatiently, but said nothing.

But his state has said it all.

"Clark," the Dark Knight stood up staggeringly, reaching out to the Kryptonians floating in the night sky, and at the same time releasing his Omega pheromone, "Don't hurt them, come here."

Jason blushed almost instantly, and the young man almost stumbled to the side, taking a few mouthfuls of "fresh air" with the smell of the sea breeze before he recovered.

Clark hesitated for a moment, but under the comfort of the Omega pheromone, he seemed to calm down a bit, and the red light in his eyes slowly disappeared.It's just that the hand on Bruce's shoulder is so hard that Batman can't help frowning.

"Go back to the Bat Cave," he said in a low voice, quickly thinking about how to get Clark to follow him into the Red Sun Room. "This is between us, and you don't want to be disturbed by irrelevant people, do you?"

The "irrelevant person" standing not far away widened his eyes, looking at the two who were fighting as if they were flirting, his face turned blue.

Hearing this, Clark's eyes dimmed.

He didn't answer, but with a gentle and paranoid approach, his fingertips slowly slid down Bruce's cheekbone until it stopped at the man's Adam's apple, exerting a slight force.

The most vulnerable part of a person's throat is being controlled by others, even if Bruce is [-]% sure in his heart, he can't help tensing up his body and breathing lightly.He looked at the Superman in front of him. This Alpha, who always had a gentle smile on weekdays, was like a beast that had just been awakened from hibernation. Although it was still suppressed and did not explode, the dangerous aura around him was uncontrollable. Even breathing carefully.

But Jason also knew that Bruce was looking for a breakthrough point. Obviously, Superman's current state has not completely lost his mind, but is more like a raging/estrous lion on the verge of losing control-but seeing the Dark Knight being so suppressed by Superman Even in control, he still couldn't help showing a trace of tyrannical emotion in his eyes.

Damn old bat!Damn Kryptonians!

Jason cursed wildly in his heart. Under Batman's warning sight, he still closed his mouth patiently. He watched Superman fly away from the pier with him. When he turned around and wanted to chase him, he found his motorcycle He had already been smashed to pieces during the Batman and Superman battle before, and he was suddenly furious.

Until a screeching sound of brakes came from behind, he suddenly turned his head to look, and found that it turned out to be the counterfeit that had disappeared since just now.

The boy who was just tall enough to step on the gas pedal had already taken off the glaring Robin mask, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and showed him a nervous smile: "I pried the car, you come..."

"You drive." Jason opened the door angrily, and sat down on the passenger seat.

Look at his indifferent expression, as if he is not worried about handing over his life to a driver who has not even entered high school this year.

But for an ex-Robin who dared to steal a Batmobile as a teenager, it's not really crazy.

Looking at the kid's eyes that suddenly lit up, Jason said with a gloomy face:

"I'll show you how to go. Now, you just step on the gas pedal."

The author has something to say: After the holiday, I become lazy... Goo.

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Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: little patient in Arkham, Gotham doesn't want to talk, 1 Aba Aba;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：流30瓶；RAIN、朝槿10瓶；天添甜5瓶；樱花君4瓶；Dahlia、叁零叁玖陆壹壹叁3瓶；夏蔚彤然2瓶；

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