[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Batman has been missing for a week.

During this period, whether it was port smuggling/smuggling, gang fire, or Arkham talent market riots, he did not appear.

Batman never let Zhenglian intervene in Gotham's affairs, just like a lion, he stubbornly divides the city into his own territory, and any visitor who enters without reason will be ruthlessly expelled by the owner.

As for his domineering behavior, Chaoying also complained quite a bit.

But it wasn't until Chaoying took over Gotham for a period of time that they realized how difficult Batman's "daily life" is—

The painting style of the villains in Gotham is completely different from those in other cities!

Clowns, Scarecrows, Poison Ivy, Penguins... Maybe their combined combat power is far inferior to a billionaire Lex Luthor, but the destruction of human spirit is absolutely incomparable to a hundred Luthors of.In just a few days, the Flash, who was originally full of vitality, almost withered into a dehydrated bean sprouts.

"My God, as long as Batman can come back, I will never steal donuts at super speed when he is speaking again," the little red man lay on the conference table of the watchtower, and couldn't help but wailed, "I Can't handle Gotham, really."

He now misses the Canterlot rogues, and his old friend Captain Cold.

The principle of the rogue gang is that it is not allowed to take/drugs and harm women and children. Compared with the Gotham lunatics who are full of five poisons, they are as pure as priests who say hallelujah in church.

Barry thought to himself, next time the rogue gang makes trouble again, he can consider being gentler.

Hal, who was leaning on the seat with his arms crossed, also complained the same way: "I'm responsible for more than one sector of the earth, and who can tell me what the hell is going on with that clown?"

He pursed his lips tightly, recalling the memory of dying before, and he can still feel a strong fear.

Two days ago, when Hal went to stop the riot in Arkham, he was almost killed by the Joker - a deranged man with no superpowers - in the waste water!

Nobody knows how the clown does it.

But as a Green Lantern who has traveled through countless planets and seen countless races and lives, Hal is indeed the first time he has come into contact with this type of lunatic.If Superman hadn't arrived in time, Hal felt that he might really fall.

Diana: "The Joker is the most dangerous and vicious villain in Gotham, Batman's nemesis, Hal, you should be careful."

Hal: "Okay, I admit that I underestimated the enemy last time. But let's get down to business—where did Batman go?"

All Chaoying looked at the Superman on the first seat in unison.

The face of the chairman of Zhenglian is very ugly. These days, all the intelligence and crises about Gotham have been dealt with with the help of Nightwing and Batman's assistant Penny One.

From start to finish, Batman doesn't show up.

"Is there any news from Yeyi?" Superman frowned and asked in a deep voice.

He hasn't had much rest this week, not only because of dealing with Gotham, but also because of concerns about Batman's safety.If Penny hadn't repeatedly emphasized that B is not in danger now, he would really rush to Gotham and turn Arkham upside down.

When Superman does get serious, he looks little like the little reporter with the black-rimmed glasses and the shy smile.

Everyone who saw him would be intimidated by the aura unconsciously emanating from the leader of Zhenglian.

Because of this, Diana's expression is also a bit serious: "He has been very busy recently, running between Bludhaven and Gotham every day, but he doesn't seem to show much concern about Batman's situation. After the kidnapping a week ago, he hurried to find Bruce Wayne. Although he didn't know what they talked about, Nightwing told me that Batman was just recuperating from some injuries, and he would be there in a while. came back."

"So he's really on vacation?" Hal groaned, "Leaving us a bunch of mess?"

"Okay Hal, Batman has worked harder than any of us," Cyborg reassured, "He and I share most of the watchtower work, but I'm a cyborg and Batman is just a cyborg." Ordinary humans."

Hal argued: "Hey, I don't have any objection to his vacation, but... At least you have to say hello to us in advance."

Superman had to agree with him.

Suppressing the anxiety and worry in his heart, he sighed and said to his comrades: "Everyone, I believe everyone knows what kind of character Batman is. He is a real hero, so if it is not that he is really unable to fight, he must He will not make a decision to retire temporarily. During this period of time, as companions, we must help him protect Gotham."

"Dismiss."

After announcing the end of the meeting, Superman was the first to stand up, ready to leave the watchtower to patrol Gotham.

Relying on his super hearing, he can still hear The Flash and Green Lantern whispering in the conference room:

Barry: "...Mupi's words are a bit nasty, but I admit that I was moved by him."

"Yeah," agreed Hal, "he really loved that old bat."

Clark: "..."

With red earlobes, the Son of the Sun drifted away silently.

Just pretend you didn't hear anything, he thought.

Late night, Gotham.

"I asked Lucius, don't worry, Fu, it's not the scarecrow's poison gas."

Nightwing in a bat suit squatted on a hideous gargoyle. He was in contact with Alfred in the Batcave. It seemed that Batman was no different from the usual night patrol, but the yawns one after another were really destructive. image.

But this is also impossible.

For a week, he had to work two jobs in Bludhaven and Gotham because of Batman's sudden disappearance.But Dick, who was the former Robin, understood that nothing happened to Batman, and the real accident was Bruce Wayne.

Like formatting, every morning at six o'clock, his brain clears all memories of Batman.

unknown reason.

In the past few days, Dick has also been to Wayne Manor to see him.

But perhaps because he was once Batman's assistant, Bruce completely forgot about his eldest son, and even with Alfred's proof, he still doubted Dick's identity——

"He doesn't look like me at all, even if he looks like Superman, I recognize him."

That's exactly what Bruce said.

Dick refuses to think about the implications of Superman's presence in these words, and is deeply introspective.

He decided to wait for Bruce to recover his memory, and he must take the opportunity to ask if his name was written in his will.

Dick Grayson, who thought he was the most filial son in the Bat family, thought deeply, anyway, Bruce had already said that he would inherit the trust fund of the Wayne family.

No problem.

He barely pulled himself together and continued to discuss Bruce's matter with Alfred: "Zatana? She is not in the alliance recently, but isn't there a supreme mage on the Avengers side, so I will give it to you in the name of Batman this afternoon. Stark sent a message, but he only replied with a question mark, and said who are you..."

After hearing the old man's sigh on the other end of the phone, Dick's expression froze.

He immediately wondered why Iron Man reacted that way.

The cold wind in Gotham at night made Ye Yi shiver uncontrollably, he murmured: "Oh my god, I really did something stupid, Bruce will kill me..."

"Bruce?"

Superman swooping down from the clouds just heard the name.

Dick was so startled that he almost dropped the phone.

He frantically hung up the call with Alfred, stared and said, "Hey Superman, this is not a very good way to appear... Uh, I mean, good evening."

As a former Robin who had a fan filter for Superman, even after flying solo and becoming Nightwing, Dick still couldn't help being nervous in front of him.

However, he knew from the first day he became Robin how much Bruce valued his Batman identity. dead news...

Not to mention the trust fund, it's good that he didn't get kicked out by the Wayne family.

"I heard you say Bruce just now," but Superman obviously didn't want to let him go, and continued to ask, "What happened to Bruce? He seems to have lost his memory. Does it have something to do with Batman's disappearance?"

"Uh, it's not... well, it's true," Ye Yi stammered, and with an idea, he simply made it up, "In addition to the kidnappers, there was also a very powerful magician in the Wayne Building that day. To protect Bruce Wayne, Batman was seriously injured and has been in a coma ever since.” After seeing Superman’s suddenly frowned, he added guiltily, “But now he’s out of danger, I believe you are very happy.” We'll see him soon." "So where the hell is he now?" Superman asked.

"...Sorry, he won't let me tell you."

Superman's eyes dimmed.

In the night of Gotham, his expression looked a little blank.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Yi felt even more guilty.

"Don't worry too much about it," he comforted, racking his brains. "Batman is not targeting you. He hasn't told anyone about his true identity except us Robins."

"I know." Superman whispered, "In short, "If B wakes up, please notify me as soon as possible. "

"And tell him, I... Gotham can't live without him."

Dick had never seen Superman so downcast.

He was surprised at the good relationship between the other party and Batman, and couldn't help but feel guilty for cheating the other party, so after hearing Superman's words, he immediately replied: "Okay."

Superman showed him a shallow smile: "Thank you, Ye Yi. You can go to rest tonight, I will be on duty."

"Okay, thanks." Ye Yi also felt that he really needed ample sleep to adjust his state, but before leaving with his hook claws, he still warned Superman, "The lunatic clown is very sharp, he Should have figured out that Batman was me in disguise, the previous Arkham riots were just a prelude, he's going to do something 'big' soon - believe me, in order to force Batman out and put him on No way out, he can do anything."

Superman said lightly: "I won't let him have this chance."

After finishing speaking, he heard gunshots from the street not far away, and immediately greeted Ye Yi and disappeared in place.

Ye Yi gave him a worried look.

Superman's red cloak was immersed in the ink-like night, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was bright red or blood.

This time Bruce's amnesia was too sudden and there was no reason for it. If it wasn't for Yewing who couldn't cope with the two cities alone, he would, like Batman, never let Zhenglian interfere in Gotham's affairs.

Especially Superman.

I hope all is well, he thought.

However, unlike what Dick thought, as a reporter, what Clark is best at is getting to the bottom of it.

So, as agreed, on Saturday night, Clark came to Wayne Manor again.

"Bruce, are you okay?"

He pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled innocently at the Omega in front of him who might know where Batman was.

Bruce stared at him for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"Remember," he said, taking a sip of champagne. "So it's already been a week? How time flies."

The man was dressed less than last time. He seemed to have just come out of the bathroom. His wet hair hadn't been completely dried. He was wearing a dark blue nightgown with the neckline wide open. The muscles of his abdomen were clearly visible. The evocative mermaid thread is cut off by the tightened belt.Clark couldn't control his gaze, staring at the deep and shallow scars on his body and asked, "What's going on?"

"Extreme sports, I'm already so rich, I always have to find some fun for myself." Bruce yawned and said drowsily.

His complexion looked better than before, his cheeks were slightly flushed by the water vapor, and his moist lips looked like petals covered with dew, which might be caused by pheromones. Clark stared at those two lips, controlling I can't stop wanting to pick it off, knead it, and grind it until the hot fresh juice comes out...

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, reminding himself why he came here today.

Superman's heart will always belong to Batman, Clark said to himself, don't be fooled by pheromones, this is just a spur of the moment fantasy, Bruce is not the one you really want.

He walked over, imitating those upper-class guys he had seen, and put his arms around Bruce's waist a little frivolously, and pulled him into his arms.

"I watched the news," Clark whispered in his ear, "You were saved by Superman, didn't you?"

Speaking of Superman, Bruce ignored his offense and immediately said with great interest: "Yeah, you don't know how cool it was when I saw him with my own eyes! He was wearing that uniform, and The red cape—it's too hot! I didn't dare to talk to him at the time, because I was thinking about how to tear his clothes off!"

Clark suddenly coughed desperately, as if he was choking on saliva.

But he tried hard to restrain his gaffe, and continued to ask: "What happened after that? Did anything happen? I heard Batman went there too."

"Why is everyone asking me about Batman?" Bruce glared at him dissatisfied, "I said it all, I haven't seen that guy, and I don't know him at all. The Wayne Group sponsored the entire Zhenglian, You can’t ask me every hero who goes missing, right?”

"You know Batman is missing?" Clark said, and immediately changed his words. "Oh, I mean, how did Batman disappear?"

"Who knows, maybe he died in some alley in Gotham," Bruce shrugged, and giggled as if amused, "Anyway, it's not surprising that someone like him has such an end. You, Clark, why are you asking this? ... Oh, I forgot, you seem to be a little fan of Batman?" He looked at Clark's expression, and his frivolous voice gradually approached silence.

Clark's throat tightened.

He had to work very hard to control his strength, so that the hand around Wayne's waist would not hurt him with too much force-he hadn't been this angry for a long time.

But things that even Lex Luthor couldn't do, Wayne did.

He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, stepped back half a step, and clenched his teeth.

"Sorry," he said while suppressing his anger, every word was like a superman squeezed out between his teeth, "I think there is an irreconcilable difference between us, Mr. Wayne, you should find another Alpha again , I believe this will not be difficult for you. I assure you that I will not tell anyone about our relationship, although we have no relationship at all."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Bruce stared blankly at his leaving back, unconsciously shaking the wine glass still in his hand.

"Alfred," he murmured, "did I say something wrong?"

The old English butler stood in the shadow of the corner, watching him quietly.

"Yes, Master Bruce," he said, "just now, you offended two worthy men. Mr. Kent . . . and Batman."