[JLU Justice Lord] For all the things that never died

scorched earth.

There are all kinds of burnt smells everywhere, earth, steel, wood... flesh and blood.

A corner of the sky was exposed in the line of sight, and it also looked burnt and yellow-black.

She breathed hard, her numb chest couldn't feel whether she was breathing at all, her body was close to the barren but not barren land decorated with smoke and life, her retina suddenly turned blood red from time to time, and after a second or two, she She couldn't tell if there was something wrong with the world or something wrong with her eyes.

Her mind was strangely blank, and she just breathed and breathed again and again without knowing whether she had done it or not.Let the air full of blood and smoke fill the chest.

Emma woke up coughing hard.

She waved her hand weakly twice, then touched the soft quilt, subconsciously clenched her fingers, the silky fabric flowed between her fingers, Amaar tightened her fingers, but immediately released them consciously.

Pushing away the crumpled quilt, she sat up on the soft bed.

The big bed is big enough for two or three girls of her age to roll around on it. There are exquisite flower carvings at the head and foot of the bed. The room is covered with soft carpets. Next to the bed is a dresser piled with beautiful small mirrors and jewelry. , the curtains are pale pink, blown by the morning breeze.The entire room is full of princess-like dreamy style.

These things were all decorated by Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman when she first moved into the house arranged by Batman.At that time, even the clothes they prepared were all in this style.The Martian Manhunter was embarrassed to say that they were so excited that they kind of took her for a doll.

Now Amaar no longer feels that she is in a dream when she wakes up, but she cannot say that she has fully adapted to her current life.It has been two years since she left that place, and she still dreams about it in her dreams.

That piece of scorched earth was her so-called homeland.

She hadn't been awakened by the nightmare for a long time, and Amaar suddenly felt uneasy, she sat on the edge of the bed, holding her forehead.

There has only been a student parade in the Metropolis recently, and she can't think of anything that would make her feel uneasy, but she is on vacation, and what really happened in the watchtower will not be known to her on Earth. The vacation was over last night, and when she returned to the watchtower later, she had to check the records of the watchtower.

It is still too early, the sky has just dawned, the elderly like to do morning exercises at this time, and it is not yet time to go to work.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. At the first sound, Emma was just surprised, but after the second sound, she became vigilant. This was the secret signal for the emergency that Batman had agreed with her. With a pistol beside him, he ran to open the door.

Batman was standing at the door, carrying a man wrapped in a black cloak that he took off. The hood of the bat suit prevented Amaar from seeing his face, and he could only see his expression from the line of his tight lips. serious.

"Lord Lord?"

Batman didn't intend to enter the door, and said coldly: "Emar, you are now appointed as the commander of the watchtower, go to the central control room immediately, get the master control right, the password is the one I told you last time, and then change it to into a password that only you know."

Although she couldn't understand it, she was used to obeying all orders and immediately stood at attention: "Yes, MyLord!"

Then Batman turned the person on his back into a horizontal hug, and held him in front of her: "Hide him well."

The edge of the black cloak reveals a sleeping face with closed eyes and the familiar blue and white uniform. Amal's eyes widened in horror, it turned out to be Superman!She couldn't help muttering: "What happened?"

"I didn't think they'd ask Luthor to help..." was all Batman murmured.

Amaar dug out from his mind the President of the United States killed by Superman two years ago. He didn't understand how he came back from the dead, and who were those "they"?

Suppressing the chill in her heart, Amaar took Superman and let him lean on her with difficulty.

Batman retracted his cape and said, "Remember he's here with you, so if you still see a Superman, it's fake."

Emma gasped and nodded immediately.

Batman said solemnly: "I will only tell you these words once, and when we meet again next time, don't even believe my words."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Amaar didn't stare at his back, helped Superman into the room and closed the door. Superman didn't look good, tired and weak. Before this moment, Amaar had never thought that these expressions could appear on Superman's face.

It is conceivable that the Lord of Justice has encountered a great crisis. Superman may have pretenders, and Batman may also have one. To make matters worse, the entire Justice League may have been pretended.

Pretending to be one of these superheroes is not easy, but Aymar knows the research Batman has been doing, connecting to parallel dimensions.

Apparently while she was on leave, they hit it off, and then something happened.

Was Superman defeated by the otherworldly man himself...?

No matter what happened to Superman, Amaar swore in her heart that she would protect him.

Of course, there is only one place to hide in Emaar's house, the basement with the lead layer. Amaar has never understood why Batman made such a place for her residence, and now he finally understands some of his precautions The meaning of style.

Although the arm is weak, but fortunately there are many high-tech products produced by Wayne Enterprises at home. After sending Superman to the basement, Amaar returned to the bedroom, and the slump and anxiety when he just woke up have been swept away.

Now she has to pull herself together.

Amaar stepped on the carpet barefoot and walked to the closet, and chose a suit skirt to change into pajamas.The princess dresses given to her by the two female lords are still in the closet, and she hasn't worn them for a long time.In fact, even if she wanted to wear it, she couldn't wear it. She has grown a lot taller than two years ago.

Compared with being adopted by Lord Justice just two years ago, Amaar has undergone tremendous changes. The thin-haired, skinny little girl has turned into a tall and beautiful girl, but the difference is only from 13 to 15 years old.

Being adopted by Lord Justice was a turning point in her life.There are many people rescued by the Justice League from the mortal situation, but Amaar is particularly symbolic.

She was the first person Superman personally rescued during his first act of intervening in the war between humans on Earth at last.

The Iraqi child who slipped away from the fingertips of death, curled up in Superman's arms, came to the sky tens of thousands of miles high from the explosion in an instant, and saw the clear blue sky for the first time that was not covered by clouds, fire, dust and fighter jets. The white chest she leans on is broad and powerful, and the bright red S is close to her eyes.

Amaar didn't cry, she just stared at the red mark, deeply imprinted into her pupils.

Superman didn't stay for more than three seconds, returned to the ground and handed the girl to the medical team, and then rushed into the burning city and battlefield again.Amaer heard from the medical team that Superman finally made up his mind to intervene in the war among humans, and it was impossible for all countries not to accept his awe. The war is over, and it will start today.

After cleaning the battlefield, Superman came to visit her, and Amal asked innocently, "Are you sent by Allah?"

Superman shook his head, and for a moment seemed to throw away something completely, "God can't save you, I'll save you." He announced.Then said softly to the girl, "Sorry, I'm late."

"How can I blame you for saving us?" replied the precocious Iraqi girl who grew up in hardship.Superman's answer made her throw away certain things too, her beliefs, her country—in fact, she already knew who he was these days on the medical team, Superman, and his latest self-proclaimed Lord of Justice.

"Lord Superman," Amaar looked at Superman with new faith in his eyes, "There will be no more wars, will there?"

The white Superman replied, "As long as I'm around."

After that, it was proposed by Batman and passed unanimously, and Lord Justice adopted Emaar.

News reporters rushed to report that the photos of the 13-year-old Iraqi girl were overwhelming. At that time, the media was not controlled, and Amaar also met Superman's girlfriend, Miss Lane.

"Although I'm not sure that the change is good..." The beautiful lady reporter touched her head, sighed, and said softly, "But at least there is nothing wrong with this matter."

Emmaar never saw Miss Lane again.

If something happens to Superman, Batman can't leave him in the watchtower, he must be taken to the earth to hide, but he can't be entrusted to Miss Lane...

Sitting in the private spaceship leading to the watchtower, Amaar shivered.