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

Aymar only sang the song "An Iraqi Baby" once in the watchtower, and she never sang it again.

But the Flash always thought he could hear him.

For several days in succession, he hardly dared to speak to Amaar, could not bear to look for her and ran away when confronted with her, and now he was the moody one.

Amaar didn't change at all, he was still so unsmiling, but his attitude became more gentle day by day, which made it even more difficult for The Flash to face.

"I feel like she's torturing me."

The Flash stood on the side of the window, lowered his head against the glass between the steel shells, and looked at the water-blue planet in the distance.

The Martian Manhunter stood not far behind him, listening to his troubles with worried eyes.

Thinking of learning more and more about Amaar and the Lord of Justice this week, Flash felt inexplicably frustrated: "I am not the last conscience of Superman Bai, if I were, he would have gone mad long ago, I am just the boss , or anyone in the Justice League, 'Death' is the boss, and his final conscience is Amal."

The Martian Manhunter said evenly, "She let him know how successful he was."

But the Flash said, in a tone that could be described as sombre: "She let him know what had to be done."

A long silence enveloped the area near the window, and then Flash realized the problem with his tone, turned his head and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." The Martian Manhunter didn't pay much attention to this impoliteness.What deserves his attention is the psychological state of his companions.

Lightning pressed his forehead against the windowpane again, and below was an earth he didn't understand at all.He wondered/guessed how many people on this new earth shared the same feelings as Amaar, and how many had the opposite.

It made him feel a little strange that he hadn't thought about the "whole human level" thing before.

The Martian Manhunter didn't read his thoughts, but he had already sensed his emotions. After a while, he asked, "Do you feel guilty about her?"

"Yes, we're... destroying her home."

The Flash turned around, leaning his back against the window, facing the inside of the huge watchtower: "You see, the Lords of Justice are her home, and the Lords are her family. They rescued her and gave her a new life. But we're going to destroy it all."

"The life she has now won't be ruined."

"That's different, you say, after the justice lord is overthrown, can you still guarantee that there will be no war in this world?"

Everyone knows the answer is no.

The Flash said with genuine melancholy: "There will be many more children like her, just like in that song, thousands and thousands of children will die."

"You have been deeply influenced by her." After saying this, Martian Manhunter hesitated. He can read people's hearts, but he may not be able to understand them, let alone explain them.

The Flash, keenly aware of his intentions, said at once, "Don't tell Bat, please."

Facing Martian Manhunter's hesitation, Flash assured: "I'm fine, I haven't done anything wrong so far, haven't I, I'm just, a little uncomfortable."

Out of The Flash's usual cheerfulness, Martian Manhunter decides to believe him: "Well, take care of yourself."

Then he looked to the left, where Green Lantern had been standing for a while.

He didn't know why Green Lantern didn't come to say hello to The Flash, maybe he didn't want to disturb his emotions, maybe...

Frankly, the state of Green Lantern also worries him a bit.Unlike The Flash's melancholy shaken, Green Lantern's mood is closer, excited.

Green Lantern's expression cannot be seen from Martian Manhunter's perspective, and Green Lantern is silent thoughtfully.

After a while, a genuine sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This scene was frozen into a picture on the computer screen in the basement. Looking at it, a touching smile appeared on the corner of Aimar's lips.That was a downright sneer.

The dissonance in the Justice League camp has already begun to emerge.

She pressed the switch button, and the screen switched to the monitoring room. The black bat was sitting in front of the monitoring screen, but instead of looking at the big screen, it was Superman standing behind his chair.

Blue Superman was a little irritable, but he also complained to him about various administrative difficulties in a very relaxed manner. Just understanding the many procedures left by White Superman was enough to give him a headache.

Aimar couldn't help murmuring, slightly confused and surprised: "They have such a good relationship."

The relationship between members of the Justice League is similar to that of the lords. For example, Hawkgirl and Green Lantern are lovers, but this is different.

Bai Chaoren behind her said: "Our relationship was once so good."

Emma turned around in surprise.

Seeing the expression on Superman's face, she knew it was not a joke or a taunt, which made her especially unbelievable. She has been involved in the private lives of Superman and Gray Bat a lot, and in the past two years, she has hardly seen a bat. Xia and Superman have exchanges outside of work.

"We were once the World's Finest."

Amaar was a little at a loss: "I thought...that was referring to a partner at work..."

Superman Bai reached out and rubbed Amaar's head, but didn't say much.

This was confirmed in the materials that Amaar quickly browsed the next day. Even just watching their tacit understanding and trust in the battle video is enough to understand the close relationship.

Of course they were not lords at that time.

Aimar's feeling was a bit indescribable, as if many things she knew before had been turned upside down.

She had just turned off the video when Batman's voice came from behind her:

"Do you want to move the office to the reference room?"

Amaar turned around, and the gray bat lord was standing at the door of the reference room.He walked into the house, and the door closed automatically behind him.

Amaar has indeed stayed in the reference room for too long. In the first two days, he used statistics and calculations to calm himself down, and in the next few days, he buried his head in reading the past records, including the almost dusty ones about the past. It's that part of "Justice League."She spent less than five hours in her office this week.

"I just discovered that I need to clarify and correct a lot of things." Emma murmured.

Then she blinked, trying to refresh herself, and asked the gray bat: "Lord Batman, I want to watch the video of the lords in that dimension."

Gray Bat was not surprised: "I will send it to your terminal at night."

Then he talked about what he wanted to find Amaar: "There is a charity party in Gotham on Friday night, you will be my girlfriend, and we will meet him after the party."

Who is that "he" is self-evident.Amaar didn't ask much, but: "Tomorrow night...?" Amaar said in surprise, "That's my first dance."

"I taught you how to dance."

"Yes, but that was—what kind of ball was that?" Emma was not an ordinary girl, and the first banquet she attended was a signal of her "entering the social world", so it must have a special meaning.

"Bruce Wayne initiated the establishment of a foundation named after Emaar to track and pay attention to war orphans."

Amal whispered, "It's finally its turn."

Gray Bat nodded, with comfort and encouragement.Then he turned and went out.

After get off work the next day, Amaar went straight back with Batman.Before the Batplane landed in the Batcave, Amaar watched the cloudless sky of Gotham from the window.She has always felt that Gotham is no different from all cities in the world except that it is Batman's city, but judging from the photos and videos in the past, this city is always overcast, regardless of the climate or atmosphere.

This place, like her hometown, was changed by the lord.What does Lord Batman think about this?

Gray Bat and Amaar came out of the elevator, and Alfred was already standing by.

"Alfred!"

Aimar happily went up to him and gave the old housekeeper a hug.Two years ago, when she came to Lord Justice, she still lacked too much common sense. Unfortunately, most of the Lords are also people with problematic common sense. It should be this venerable old man who has grown the most for her correctness.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Emma."

Alfred hugged her, then took her hand: "The dress is ready, please come with me."

When Amaar changed his clothes, Batman had turned into Bruce, and he was sitting at the round table in the living room eating the strawberry cake that Alfred specially made for Amaar.

There is no need to try on clothes and jewelry. Batman will never get the wrong size, and you don’t have to worry about matching. The taste of the Prince of Gotham should not be underestimated. Alfred also took care of combing hair and simple makeup. The efficiency is worthy of recognition.Before finishing eating a small cake, Emaar, who was dressed up in a new look, was brought to Bruce.

She was wearing a knee-length ivory dress with a white ribbon on the skirt and pearls on the waist. Her hair was slightly curled and tied loosely with a white ribbon, hanging on her chest. There was a pearl necklace on her chest. Comes with pearl earrings.

The clothes and makeup are very harmonious, which set off Amaar's purity, loveliness, elegance and generosity.

Bruce put down the spoon and stood in front of her for a while, then stepped closer to her, bent slightly, and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, taking off the pearl necklace.

The string of pearl necklaces was placed on the side table, and Bruce's expression couldn't read anything.He is probably like this in front of Amaar, even the author Gotham prince looks more like Batman.

Alfred cast a disapproving look, and just about to say something, Amaar had already said: "It's okay," she shook her head slightly, the pearl earrings dangling on her cheek, "Give me the crystal necklace."

Alfred frowned slightly: "Then Miss Emma's attire must be changed all over."

"Girls will never have too many clothes."

Amaar winked at Alfred, held the old butler's arm by her skirt, and walked with him to the guest room again.