[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

Clark landed on the airship with Salas in his arms.

The moment it landed, the beautiful boy said to the monitor in front of the airship, "Dangdangdangdang, I caught a superman."

Salas has changed into a new body, but just by his behavior, one can tell who it is at a glance.

"Pfft." Nigma, who was sitting in front of the monitor, let out a snort, almost thinking that he had read it wrong.

Superman is mind-controlled again and again.

When Salas led Superman into the control room, everyone around looked at Superman with this look.

The last time Superman was mind-controlled hit Gotham, so everyone knows.

"A surprise." Salas said to Nygma, "Come with me."

"What?" Nygma blinked, unable to keep up with the progress of Salas' thinking.

"I said go with me." Salas said with a smile, "The bat gave me a gift that I needed just now. As a thank you, I decided to give up the nuclear bomb."

As if to piss off Batman, he also opened the communication channel on purpose, and said to Batman: "Thank you for giving me Superman, Bat, and as a return gift, I will give you that irrelevant nuclear bomb."

"You just gave up like that?" Nygma said to Salas with a shocked expression on his face.

"Give up? I just got a better one." Salas turned his head and patted Clark's chest muscles behind him, "Look, this is a Superman, I don't think it's too cost-effective to catch a Superman with a nuclear bomb. "

He was very satisfied. He originally wanted to use the nuclear bomb to fish for something. At first, he thought of Bruce. Now that Clark was caught, this was a better gift than Bruce—how should I say, if he caught Bruce, Bruce would I can't feel the pain of losing an important person anymore, and if it's Clark, Bruce will feel guilty and painful for his own affairs.

Hurting Bruce made Salas feel joy and pain. He not only had a vengeful mentality towards Bruce, but also felt sorry for every hurt he suffered.

Torn from both sides emotionally inside, but he enjoyed the pain of being torn apart, it didn't make him feel comfortable, but it made him feel alive.

After sending the message to Bruce, he will not pay attention to Bruce's reaction, and his other body will notify him from time to time.

He carried Nigma, regardless of Nigma's reluctance, and threw him to Clark who was already under control.

Then he blinked at Clark, and the beautiful boy with red face deepened his charm again.His new body, the young Jill, has a unique skill [Pretty Girl with a Red Face], which is attractive to all humanoids.

Under such a charm, the superman with low magic resistance was caught defenseless - who knew that a warrior with a bow and arrow would turn his head into a magician?

Salas switched bodies at will, so that Clark's estimation of him was indeed a bit underestimated, and now he became his prisoner.

Bruce must be very angry, Salas thought, and he couldn't wait to see Bruce's expression.

He dumped Nygma at Oswald's, and told Penguin again that he could turn Nygma into a puppet for him immediately if he wanted to.

Oswald, who was more angry at the Riddler's behavior, forgave Salas' behavior of taking his things at random, and turned to sneer at Nygma.

Salas decided not to care about the behavior of the old friends, and Nygma would not die anyway.

Then, he directed Superman to do something rather wicked - he had Superman use his heat vision to write a line on Gotham's tallest building, the Wayn Tower - and this time I won, Bat.

Bruce must have understood what he was doing.

Salas watched with satisfaction that this line of words was engraved on the Wayne Tower. I am afraid that it will not be erased for a long time, so Superman took him to the distance - New York.

Not surprisingly, Jason was waiting for him in New York.

Batman's heavy steps landed on the floor of the watchtower, and he was in the conference room after a while.

In the conference room, the rest of the Justice League turned to look at him at the same time.

"B..."

"I know what you want to say, Diana." Bruce took off his mask wearily, and then sat down. He never showed his true feelings in front of outsiders, even members of the Justice League, but he was too tired today up.

A night of madness in Arkham ended up with a quarter of the people who escaped. It is completely predictable what the escaped lunatics will do in Gotham.

Before leaving, he went to see the clown, the craziest lunatic in all of Gotham who taunted him in prison and said to him, "You're a lunatic too, Bat."

Afterwards, Bruce went to the watchtower without noticing his body for a moment, and informed his Justice League companions that Superman was under control.

This matter cannot be hidden from the eyes of the Justice League. The magician is not a quiet person. He arrested Superman, he must want Superman to do something for him.

Everyone in the Justice League can only sigh at the fact that Superman was brain-controlled again.

"Even you don't know who the magician is?" Diana asked, Bruce is their brain, the world's number one detective has a smart head, he always seems to know everything, and everyone is used to asking him any questions can get the answer.

Only this time seems to be an exception.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

There are countless conjectures in his heart, many of which he cannot verify, or in other words, he does not know how to verify.

"He's dangerous and crazy." Bruce emphasized, and there was a sentence in the back that related to him personally, and he didn't say it—maybe the magician still hated him a little, and loved him.

"A clown with superpowers?" Barry added.

"No." Bruce shook his head, "He is more rational than the clown, very smart, methodical, and very clear about what he wants to do, he even... knows that there is a problem with him."

"That's..." Barry hesitated for a moment, "That's a crazy Batman."

Bruce turned his head to look at him, he immediately covered his mouth, and raised his hand in the next second to express his surrender: "My fault, I just thought of it when I heard something rational and subconscious."

"You're right." Bruce twisted his hands back, paused for 0 seconds, and said before anyone noticed his momentary hesitation, "He's like me."

Very, very unlike Batman.

The meeting room was a little too quiet for a while, and Diana was silent for a while before she said, "Do you know who he is?"

"No, I just have a guess." Bruce actually smiled at this moment, and said with some sarcasm, "Maybe...he has something to do with me."

Maybe Talia not only created the two children of Salas and Damian, but also had other children living outside, so he hated Bruce so much.

Bruce wondered which was easier to accept, the idea that one of his sons was constantly causing him trouble?

"But you don't need to worry, I will take care of Clark's matter." Bruce emphasized again that Clark came to Gotham for him, and that was his responsibility.

"No, Bruce." However, Diana refused, "I think, if this matter really involves you, you should not continue to interfere, maybe you should go back to the source and find out why, as for Clark... I think I can go and do this for you."

Diana was right, Bruce really wanted to go to Thalia, to ask that League of Assassins woman.

"According to Superman's final location, he should be headed in the direction of New York." Diana added, "This is no longer a problem with Gotham."

……

After the meeting, Bruce dragged his tired body back to Wayne Mansion.

He was greeted by his sons who had just been suspected by him.

Bruce doesn't know if he should or not, but he can't help but think that one of these kids sitting at Wayne Mansion might be as crazy as the Joker.

Each of them is familiar to him, each of them seems impossible to him, and each of them seems possible to him.

"Bruce..." Dick called him, but Bruce waved his hand and didn't let him continue.

Seeing Bruce's face, Dick shut his mouth kindly.

"I'm leaving Gotham starting tomorrow," Bruce said to them, "maybe for a while."

"Are you looking for Superman?" Dick asked immediately.

"No, other things." Bruce said, "I think before that, I have something to say to each of you, Dick, you come to my study first."

Dick didn't just feel a little bit confused, but eventually he passed obediently.

Only Salas in the corner raised his head, looked at Bruce and led Dick into the study.

Then came Tim and Damian. Each of them came out with different expressions, including doubts, anger, and complex emotions that could not be explained clearly.

And finally Salas.

Salas smiled and rolled the wheelchair into the study. He saw Bruce holding a glass of wine and leaning against the window, so the first sentence he said was: "I've stayed up all night, so I'd better drink less."

Bruce grinned at him, half Batman and Bruce Wayne at the same time.

Afterwards, he put down his wine glass, like a good father who listened to the child's persuasion, and said, "Okay."

Salas showed a happy smile, hurting and protecting Bruce can make him feel happy.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" Salas said expectantly with his eyes open.

He is sincere and sincerely hopes that he can do something.

Bruce walked up to him, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly squatted down: "I found that you have grown up."

"Of course, Bruce, people grow up." Salas said.

"But I missed a lot." Bruce reached out and stroked his head, "I missed watching you grow up, but I didn't realize it. In a blink of an eye, you grow up."

Salas lowered his eyes: "I know, Bruce, there are too many things you need to do, and you won't keep your eyes on a child forever, so you don't need to feel guilty about it, and I won't be angry about it."

He said it very sincerely, because this was what he had in mind, and he would never be angry because of Bruce's ignorance. He understood Bruce and understood that he had too many things to do.

Yeah, so Sarah Wayne never hated him for it.

Bruce looked into his sincere eyes, and finally said after a long time: "Among all the children, you are the most sensible and well-behaved one."

Salas smiled.

"I think I need you to do something." Bruce said to him, "Do you want to find Peter? I'm afraid a lot will happen in Gotham during this period of time. I'm going to send you to New York. Do you want to go?"

The smile on Salas's face gradually faded, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Am I alone?"

"Yes." Bruce looked into his eyes, just like every father who respects his children, "Saras, I'm sorry, I don't want my words to burden you, but I'm really worried about your legs , you know what happened in Arkham, and Gotham will be very dangerous recently, so I think it would be better for you to go to New York, just as Tony sent me an invitation, Peter misses you very much."

Salas took a deep breath: "Can't I just help you here?"

"I don't want you to be in danger." Bruce said gently but unquestionably.

"Okay." Salas said calmly, "If that's what you want."