[Super Bat] The third type of god
Chapter 1 chap.01
"Master Wayne, it seems that you have moved Alexander Luthor's private collection to the Batcave." Alfred looked at the table in front of him full of all kinds of strange items, many of which were marked After seeing the logo of the Lex Group, he focused his eyes on one of the paintings, and murmured, "Oh, an angel has descended to the world."
"Just to rule out potential threats." Bruce explained, "The FBI has been interrogating Luther for half a month and has not asked anything. I have to make sure that he didn't create any other messy things except Doomsday."
"So you're working with the FBI now?"
Bruce was silent.
Alfred understood: "It seems that they don't know that you 'take' these things away."
Bruce didn't refute, he said a little tiredly: "I'll send it back before they find out."
"So are you making any progress now?"
Bruce shook his head.
Alfred walked over and said, "Okay, but I'm here to remind you that you haven't rested for over 30 hours, and even Batman needs sleep."
There was no sunlight in the Batcave, and it was only after being reminded by Alfred that Bruce realized that he had been working continuously for such a long time.He closed his dry eyes, rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and replied, "I will go."
"Then when do you plan to go?"
Bruce didn't answer.
The two were silent for a while, and then Alfred sighed and said, "Master Wayne, I know you're upset about Mr. Kent, but it's not your fault. Didn't you say before that sometimes we Gotta learn to look forward? Now is the time to move forward, and I believe that's what Mr Kent wants to see."
Bruce didn't answer. He looked at the oil painting of angels and demons in front of him, and suddenly said, "Luthor thinks this painting should be turned upside down. It's not angels descending to the world, but demons descending from the sky."
In Luthor's eyes, Superman and those Kryptonians are demons who fell from the sky, and they are the ones who make the world miserable.
In his eyes, killing Superman is not killing gods, but eliminating demons, and what he swung at Superman was a butcher knife of justice.
Luthor is a lunatic, but Bruce himself once thought Superman was a huge threat, and no one is qualified to play the role of God.In his nightmares, the Celestial Superman is in league with the devil.
"But it's the other way around, and there's a third explanation."
"Master Wayne..." Alfred sensed something was wrong, but Bruce interrupted him when he wanted to say something.
"An angel on earth beheaded a demon that fell from the sky." Bruce said calmly, "But when he was about to return to heaven, I broke his wings."
-
Perhaps Luther hadn't been in contact with Kryptonian civilization for a long time, and Bruce didn't find any useful clues in his items, but Luther's words "he's coming" still lingered in his ears.
Who is coming to Earth?
The only thing he can be sure of now is that no matter who is going to come to Earth, it will be a catastrophe for everyone.
Alfred persuaded him many times, telling him to pay attention to his body. He thought that the dark knight closed himself in the busy work because of self-blame.
But Bruce himself understood that there was not much time left for him.
He is redemption, but also self-salvation.
The doomsday bell has sounded, every day must be raced against time, he has no time to rest, he has to take over the burden of Superman, and guard this blue planet for him.
In the battle of General Zod three years ago, human beings were beaten helplessly, and thanks to Superman firmly standing on the human side, they were able to win.
Now three years have passed, and in the face of Doomsday, the strongest resistance measure of human beings is still only nuclear weapons.The irony is that although they are destructive enough to destroy the earth, these weapons are not even a threat to extraterrestrial civilizations.
The world needs Superman.
Now he needs a team as tough as Superman.
Bruce was searching the superhuman information collected by Luthor, and an unread message suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
[Diana Prince]: Bruce, I think you need to see this.
She sent a picture of an antique in the shape of a cup engraved with intricate and ancient patterns.These patterns are not like ancient human works of art, but symbols of a certain language, like a prohibition.
Then Diana's second message came.
[Diana Prince]: On Paradise Island, we guard a thing called "Mother Box", which comes from Apocalypse and belongs to the Dark Lord.And the texture on the cup is the same as the "mother box".
Bruce stares at her message and pauses for breath.Intuition told him that this was the only clue they had found in a while.
He called Diana directly.
"Where are you?"
"The museum where I work." Diana replied, "A batch of cultural relics were sent today, and I found this cup inside."
Bruce asked, "You're still not sure what it is?"
Diana didn't deny it, she said: "I'm planning to go back to Paradise Island to ask my mother, so I want to put it in your place for the time being, I don't worry about other places, it's too dangerous for human beings."
Obviously she excluded Batman from the category of ordinary human beings, Bruce was noncommittal, and replied: "Then I will go to your side now..."
"No need." Diana interrupted him, "I'll send it to you, and I'm on my way now, about 10 minutes away."
Bruce froze for a moment, thinking that Diana seemed to be more anxious than him, he shook his head helplessly, and replied, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the final result, he has finally made some progress after discovering the cup.
After Diana sent the antique mug, she left in a hurry without saying a few words of greeting. Before leaving, Bruce gave her a new communicator, allowing her to contact her at any time.
"We're a team now?" Diana asked him with a smile on her communicator.
Although Bruce had already talked to her about forming a team, it was just a rudimentary idea before that, and it wasn't until she got the communicator that she really established the cognition that they were teammates.
Bruce corrected: "It's a league to defend the homeland."
He politely sent his new teammate to the open space outside the manor, and said goodbye, "See you later."
"See you later." When Diana put away the communicator and was about to fly into the air, she suddenly looked down at Bruce, as if she wanted to say something but didn't speak.
Bruce noticed her hesitation and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Bruce..." Diana lowered her eyes, hiding the deep sorrow in her eyes.
Even before the next words are spoken, Bruce already knows what she's going to say.
The death of Superman was a pain in the hearts of all of them, like a scar that would never heal, and it would become bloody again with the slightest touch.
It's like a heavy shackle on Bruce, and it's almost suffocating.He turned around in resistance, with his back to Diana, trying to prevent her from continuing: "No, Diana—"
"You are a great fighter, Bruce." Diana said to herself, "Humanity should be proud of you."
Bruceton stopped at the footsteps of leaving, and he laughed at himself: "You are wrong, Diana, I have never been a hero, he is."
They all knew who "he" was referring to.
After sending Diana off, Bruce returned to the workshop and began to study the antique mug.
If it has the same origin as the "Mother Box" and belongs to Apocalypse Technology, it seems that someone has done research before him.Bruce thought for a while, and opened the "Steel Bones" folder in Luthor's hard drive database.
First look in these logs to see if you can find any useful information.
But when Professor Silas' voice just sounded, a huge cracking sound immediately exploded above his head.
Someone has attacked the Batcave!
Bruce raised his head sharply. Before he could see what it was, his body reacted first—a bat dart with a bomb was thrown towards the attacker.
After the two explosions, there was a burst of inhuman screams, and the extremely penetrating sound waves shook Bruce's headache.He could just make out a dark, winged mass in the smoke.
What the hell is this... He cursed secretly, then reacted abruptly.
cup!
Whatever came, it must have come for that mug!
In the confusion, he tore open the tactical weapon box prepared under the table, picked it up, and ran towards the cabinet where the antique cups were placed, but there were more than one monster coming, and they swooped down screaming through the explosion smoke. !
Bruce took out the capture gun from the box and shot them with precision.
The catch net has been upgraded by Bruce. These ropes woven from special materials are so strong that they can even temporarily trap superhumans.
Sure enough, all the attacking monsters were caught in the net, and they struggled to escape, and those harsh sounds almost penetrated Bruce's eardrum.
At the same time, there seemed to be a strange humming sound behind Bruce - the cabinet with the antique cups.
He turned his head in surprise, and saw the cup in the bulletproof glass cover emitting a strange red light, suspended in mid-air, and getting brighter and brighter——
"Oh shit..."
Before the words fell, Bruce was involved in the huge explosion caused by the cup.
-
After an unknown period of time, Bruce gradually regained some consciousness.
Is he dead?
His mind was chaotic, and the surrounding was bitingly cold, so cold that his hands and feet had the illusion of being scalded.
It was pitch black in front of him, and he tried to open his eyes, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.
He seemed to be falling slowly in a confined space. He wanted to breathe and escape, but it seemed that an invisible hand was covering his mouth and nose.
Bruce tried his best to open his mouth, but what came pouring in was icy water, like a sharp knife piercing his lungs.
It's a glacier...
How did he fall into the glacier?
Before Bruce lost consciousness again, he seemed to see a figure descending from the sky, and then a pair of strong and warm arms hugged him.
Even though he knew it was impossible, he still asked silently——
——"Clark, is that you?"
-
Bruce woke up from the heat.
He opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a simple but strong enough log cabin. The fireplace next to him was less than one meter away from him, and a raging fire was burning, which was also the source of the heat around him.
The clothes on his body have been changed, and they are completely different from what he usually wears. These are just ordinary people's clothes. Not only are the styles old, but there are even frayed edges at the corners.
It seemed that he was indeed rescued from the glacier.
But who would it be?He was obviously affected by the explosion in the Batcave, so why did he suddenly fall into the glacier?
But before he could think it through clearly, he was stunned, and belatedly realized that he was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back.
Bruce: "..."
Which one is this playing?
Normally, Batman would have more than ten ways to untie this very amateurish rope.But now, his whole body hurts like a fire. He seems to be in a high fever, and his hands have lost feeling. Coupled with low blood sugar, he is not sure whether he can escape smoothly.
But soon, he gave up the idea of running away immediately, because he saw the door was pushed open and someone came in.
Bruce closed his eyes subconsciously, not to be noticed by the other party that he had...
"I know you're awake."
A deep male voice pierced him.
This was a very common sentence, but it set off a storm in Bruce's heart. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the very familiar but strange face.
"I heard you call me Clark when you were unconscious." Superman in an old cotton coat walked towards him step by step, and asked with some doubts, "But who are you, how do you know my name?"
The author has something to say:
Catch the tail of Valentine's Day!I hope you all enjoy this story~ Bow~~
"Just to rule out potential threats." Bruce explained, "The FBI has been interrogating Luther for half a month and has not asked anything. I have to make sure that he didn't create any other messy things except Doomsday."
"So you're working with the FBI now?"
Bruce was silent.
Alfred understood: "It seems that they don't know that you 'take' these things away."
Bruce didn't refute, he said a little tiredly: "I'll send it back before they find out."
"So are you making any progress now?"
Bruce shook his head.
Alfred walked over and said, "Okay, but I'm here to remind you that you haven't rested for over 30 hours, and even Batman needs sleep."
There was no sunlight in the Batcave, and it was only after being reminded by Alfred that Bruce realized that he had been working continuously for such a long time.He closed his dry eyes, rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and replied, "I will go."
"Then when do you plan to go?"
Bruce didn't answer.
The two were silent for a while, and then Alfred sighed and said, "Master Wayne, I know you're upset about Mr. Kent, but it's not your fault. Didn't you say before that sometimes we Gotta learn to look forward? Now is the time to move forward, and I believe that's what Mr Kent wants to see."
Bruce didn't answer. He looked at the oil painting of angels and demons in front of him, and suddenly said, "Luthor thinks this painting should be turned upside down. It's not angels descending to the world, but demons descending from the sky."
In Luthor's eyes, Superman and those Kryptonians are demons who fell from the sky, and they are the ones who make the world miserable.
In his eyes, killing Superman is not killing gods, but eliminating demons, and what he swung at Superman was a butcher knife of justice.
Luthor is a lunatic, but Bruce himself once thought Superman was a huge threat, and no one is qualified to play the role of God.In his nightmares, the Celestial Superman is in league with the devil.
"But it's the other way around, and there's a third explanation."
"Master Wayne..." Alfred sensed something was wrong, but Bruce interrupted him when he wanted to say something.
"An angel on earth beheaded a demon that fell from the sky." Bruce said calmly, "But when he was about to return to heaven, I broke his wings."
-
Perhaps Luther hadn't been in contact with Kryptonian civilization for a long time, and Bruce didn't find any useful clues in his items, but Luther's words "he's coming" still lingered in his ears.
Who is coming to Earth?
The only thing he can be sure of now is that no matter who is going to come to Earth, it will be a catastrophe for everyone.
Alfred persuaded him many times, telling him to pay attention to his body. He thought that the dark knight closed himself in the busy work because of self-blame.
But Bruce himself understood that there was not much time left for him.
He is redemption, but also self-salvation.
The doomsday bell has sounded, every day must be raced against time, he has no time to rest, he has to take over the burden of Superman, and guard this blue planet for him.
In the battle of General Zod three years ago, human beings were beaten helplessly, and thanks to Superman firmly standing on the human side, they were able to win.
Now three years have passed, and in the face of Doomsday, the strongest resistance measure of human beings is still only nuclear weapons.The irony is that although they are destructive enough to destroy the earth, these weapons are not even a threat to extraterrestrial civilizations.
The world needs Superman.
Now he needs a team as tough as Superman.
Bruce was searching the superhuman information collected by Luthor, and an unread message suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
[Diana Prince]: Bruce, I think you need to see this.
She sent a picture of an antique in the shape of a cup engraved with intricate and ancient patterns.These patterns are not like ancient human works of art, but symbols of a certain language, like a prohibition.
Then Diana's second message came.
[Diana Prince]: On Paradise Island, we guard a thing called "Mother Box", which comes from Apocalypse and belongs to the Dark Lord.And the texture on the cup is the same as the "mother box".
Bruce stares at her message and pauses for breath.Intuition told him that this was the only clue they had found in a while.
He called Diana directly.
"Where are you?"
"The museum where I work." Diana replied, "A batch of cultural relics were sent today, and I found this cup inside."
Bruce asked, "You're still not sure what it is?"
Diana didn't deny it, she said: "I'm planning to go back to Paradise Island to ask my mother, so I want to put it in your place for the time being, I don't worry about other places, it's too dangerous for human beings."
Obviously she excluded Batman from the category of ordinary human beings, Bruce was noncommittal, and replied: "Then I will go to your side now..."
"No need." Diana interrupted him, "I'll send it to you, and I'm on my way now, about 10 minutes away."
Bruce froze for a moment, thinking that Diana seemed to be more anxious than him, he shook his head helplessly, and replied, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the final result, he has finally made some progress after discovering the cup.
After Diana sent the antique mug, she left in a hurry without saying a few words of greeting. Before leaving, Bruce gave her a new communicator, allowing her to contact her at any time.
"We're a team now?" Diana asked him with a smile on her communicator.
Although Bruce had already talked to her about forming a team, it was just a rudimentary idea before that, and it wasn't until she got the communicator that she really established the cognition that they were teammates.
Bruce corrected: "It's a league to defend the homeland."
He politely sent his new teammate to the open space outside the manor, and said goodbye, "See you later."
"See you later." When Diana put away the communicator and was about to fly into the air, she suddenly looked down at Bruce, as if she wanted to say something but didn't speak.
Bruce noticed her hesitation and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Bruce..." Diana lowered her eyes, hiding the deep sorrow in her eyes.
Even before the next words are spoken, Bruce already knows what she's going to say.
The death of Superman was a pain in the hearts of all of them, like a scar that would never heal, and it would become bloody again with the slightest touch.
It's like a heavy shackle on Bruce, and it's almost suffocating.He turned around in resistance, with his back to Diana, trying to prevent her from continuing: "No, Diana—"
"You are a great fighter, Bruce." Diana said to herself, "Humanity should be proud of you."
Bruceton stopped at the footsteps of leaving, and he laughed at himself: "You are wrong, Diana, I have never been a hero, he is."
They all knew who "he" was referring to.
After sending Diana off, Bruce returned to the workshop and began to study the antique mug.
If it has the same origin as the "Mother Box" and belongs to Apocalypse Technology, it seems that someone has done research before him.Bruce thought for a while, and opened the "Steel Bones" folder in Luthor's hard drive database.
First look in these logs to see if you can find any useful information.
But when Professor Silas' voice just sounded, a huge cracking sound immediately exploded above his head.
Someone has attacked the Batcave!
Bruce raised his head sharply. Before he could see what it was, his body reacted first—a bat dart with a bomb was thrown towards the attacker.
After the two explosions, there was a burst of inhuman screams, and the extremely penetrating sound waves shook Bruce's headache.He could just make out a dark, winged mass in the smoke.
What the hell is this... He cursed secretly, then reacted abruptly.
cup!
Whatever came, it must have come for that mug!
In the confusion, he tore open the tactical weapon box prepared under the table, picked it up, and ran towards the cabinet where the antique cups were placed, but there were more than one monster coming, and they swooped down screaming through the explosion smoke. !
Bruce took out the capture gun from the box and shot them with precision.
The catch net has been upgraded by Bruce. These ropes woven from special materials are so strong that they can even temporarily trap superhumans.
Sure enough, all the attacking monsters were caught in the net, and they struggled to escape, and those harsh sounds almost penetrated Bruce's eardrum.
At the same time, there seemed to be a strange humming sound behind Bruce - the cabinet with the antique cups.
He turned his head in surprise, and saw the cup in the bulletproof glass cover emitting a strange red light, suspended in mid-air, and getting brighter and brighter——
"Oh shit..."
Before the words fell, Bruce was involved in the huge explosion caused by the cup.
-
After an unknown period of time, Bruce gradually regained some consciousness.
Is he dead?
His mind was chaotic, and the surrounding was bitingly cold, so cold that his hands and feet had the illusion of being scalded.
It was pitch black in front of him, and he tried to open his eyes, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.
He seemed to be falling slowly in a confined space. He wanted to breathe and escape, but it seemed that an invisible hand was covering his mouth and nose.
Bruce tried his best to open his mouth, but what came pouring in was icy water, like a sharp knife piercing his lungs.
It's a glacier...
How did he fall into the glacier?
Before Bruce lost consciousness again, he seemed to see a figure descending from the sky, and then a pair of strong and warm arms hugged him.
Even though he knew it was impossible, he still asked silently——
——"Clark, is that you?"
-
Bruce woke up from the heat.
He opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a simple but strong enough log cabin. The fireplace next to him was less than one meter away from him, and a raging fire was burning, which was also the source of the heat around him.
The clothes on his body have been changed, and they are completely different from what he usually wears. These are just ordinary people's clothes. Not only are the styles old, but there are even frayed edges at the corners.
It seemed that he was indeed rescued from the glacier.
But who would it be?He was obviously affected by the explosion in the Batcave, so why did he suddenly fall into the glacier?
But before he could think it through clearly, he was stunned, and belatedly realized that he was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back.
Bruce: "..."
Which one is this playing?
Normally, Batman would have more than ten ways to untie this very amateurish rope.But now, his whole body hurts like a fire. He seems to be in a high fever, and his hands have lost feeling. Coupled with low blood sugar, he is not sure whether he can escape smoothly.
But soon, he gave up the idea of running away immediately, because he saw the door was pushed open and someone came in.
Bruce closed his eyes subconsciously, not to be noticed by the other party that he had...
"I know you're awake."
A deep male voice pierced him.
This was a very common sentence, but it set off a storm in Bruce's heart. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the very familiar but strange face.
"I heard you call me Clark when you were unconscious." Superman in an old cotton coat walked towards him step by step, and asked with some doubts, "But who are you, how do you know my name?"
The author has something to say:
Catch the tail of Valentine's Day!I hope you all enjoy this story~ Bow~~
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