[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

What responded to Bruce was the coughing sound of Carl being choked on his own saliva and almost coughing out his lungs.When the superman in this world recovered from his cough, he saw a slight smile on the Batman in the parallel world in front of him. Bruce said, "Is it weird that I'm with Clark?"

Carl frowned, and said, "I'm Clark Kent too, and I find it weird."

Bruce crossed his arms, he shook his head slightly, and Bruce said word by word: "You are no longer Clark Kent, at least your identity as Clark Kent in this world has been completely separated."

Carl was sitting by the bed in the cell. He had to admit that when Bruce made this point, his heart trembled. Carl gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Let's put it this way," Bruce said slowly: "I once read a report you wrote "The Complete Documentary of Metropolitan Judges' Acceptance of Bribery". ,remember?"

Karl moved his hands hanging on his knees, and replied, "Of course I remember."

Staring into Carl's blue eyes, which are exactly the same as those of his lover, Bruce continued: "The sewage treatment plant will destroy the untreated sewage and discharge it into the Metropolitan View River. Serious pollution. Metropolitan Judge Adams McAdam received a $20 bribe from the Metropolitan Wastewater Treatment Plant to destroy evidence for the sewage treatment plant."

Carl listened to Bruce and said: "I have read all the reports you have written, and the last paragraph of this report touched me the most. Do you remember what you wrote?"

Carl knew what Bruce was going to say, and he said stiffly, "I don't remember!"

"You don't remember," Bruce repeated, "I do, and I'll recite it to you... Adams McAdam was First Judge of the Metropolitan Court, supposed to be the guardian, believer, and enforcer of the law." Or, he should abide by the detailed rules of the federal law and be an impartial legal judge. The law is a simple law, but it safeguards the rights of the public and protects the interests of the public. No matter who it is, it should not be above the law. superior."

Bruce looked at Carl's hands hanging on his knees slowly curled up, and he said: "From the perspective of a bystander, I can say that this report was written by you and Miss Lane, so what is written and The points made are shared between you and Miss Lane, Carl," Bruce said bluntly, "with all due respect, what you did after the disaster at the Metropolis was the exact opposite of that."

Carl was silent.

Bruce said: "I am in my world, and I have read Miss Lane's reports. Although most of them are praises for Superman, what Miss Lane has always preached is democracy, equality, and fairness," said Clark Yu outside the cell. Just looking at Batman's face, Bruce continued: "Let's not talk about the right and wrong of what you did, but you have to admit that you are no longer the Clark Kent who pursues democracy, equality, and fairness."

After a long time, Karl murmured: "They are all dead. My family members who pursued democracy, equality and fairness are all dead. They died because of injustice and despicableness. Those criminals, those criminals who wantonly did evil and took pleasure in it, are all dead." Damn it!"

Bruce shrugged and said, "Honestly, I think it would take me only a few hours to convince you that what you've been doing for five years is wrong, which is almost impossible, but, Carl, I talk about The news you wrote is just to show that what you firmly believe now is definitely not what Miss Lane obeys."

"Are you sure?" Bruce asked.

Carl sighed and said, "I admit it." Carl looked up, he stared at Bruce, and said, "I listen to you, your Superman doesn't work as a reporter?"

"Not really," Bruce said. "He's the Chief Coroner of the Metropolitan FBI Bureau, one of the best forensic doctors on the West Coast of the United States."

"Very good," Carl said. "The clairvoyant eye is useful in human anatomy. Go ahead, Bruce, please."

Bruce observed Carl's expression. The Superman of this world was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. He straightened his back and hung his hands on his knees. He tried to use this posture to dispel the anxiety he felt after being imprisoned. Bruce observed Carl's mouth Slightly sipping, this slight expression appeared on Clark, which represented that he was indeed touched by a certain point of view.

Bruce continued: "This is the first point. You have to admit that what you have done is inconsistent with Ms. Lane and Ms. Martha." It's nothing like a belief in freedom, democracy, and fairness."

Batman outside the prison was amazed. He looked at Clark and said with emotion: "Your bat is really good at persuading people."

Clark put his hands on the edge of the single-sided glass and said, "You know, my daily work includes persuading suicide-seekers." Batman nodded slightly, and Clark said, "Bruce bought me a lot of negotiating tools." Books, you can assume that he has read them all. After all, he has even read the books in Wayne Manor, which can be said to be a small library. knowledge that cannot be surpassed.”

Batman shrugged—he had indeed read the manor's library, which was well stocked, and even some old-timey grandparent's little collection of classic atlases of nineteenth-century same-sex fun.

Batman is willing to accept certain knowledge that he doesn't seem to need, at least his parallel time and space counterparts use it.

In the cell, Bruce continued: "Second point, Carl," Bruce said in a tone that was almost recitative: "You are--a god on earth, Carl, but you have an ordinary mortal heart " Bruce looked at Carl's curled hands hooking his trousers, and the corners of Bruce's mouth deepened.

"What I want to talk about is greed. We have to admit the two original sins of human nature, arrogance and greed." Carl's expression showed a little bit of frustration and regret. The main reason for being here at the time.”

"You mean I'm greedy, Bruce," Carl stared into Bruce's eyes, and he retorted: "Although I am the leader of the Justice League, I will never be greedy for power!"

"I know that," Bruce admitted. "Even if what you do is wrong in my opinion, what you firmly implement is based on your beliefs, not power itself."

"Then you say I'm greedy, what am I greedy for, not power, not money, what is that, what am I greedy for?" Karl asked loudly.

Bruce pressed his hand down, and he said: "Have you heard of Maslow's need hierarchy theory? Human needs are divided into five levels, physiological needs, safety needs, belonging to love needs, respect needs and Self-actualization needs," Carl nodded, of course he heard it, and Bruce continued: "Physiology, safety, belonging and love, respect, we can all understand it literally, but self-actualization needs..."

Carl interjected, "I know what the need for self-actualization means. You mean I'm after the ability to realize myself, don't you?"

"Yes and no," Bruce said slowly: "I should be right to say that, what you are after is to use your superpowers to create a world without crime, without evil, without all negativity, right?"

"Yes!" Carl said immediately, "I've worked my brains out for this!"

"But, Carl," Bruce said, "did you consider anyone's physical, safety, belonging and love, respect needs during this five-year war? Do you consider the needs of the teenagers you put into concentration camps at the age of 14, do you consider the needs of the people you judge as potential criminals simply because they suffer from schizophrenia and can be controlled by drugs? Do you have..."

"Enough!" Carl interrupted Bruce loudly.

"Okay, I won't say it, I know you have thought about it, but you are like a supercomputer brain that is only willing to spend 1k of memory on this issue to ignore these painful and helpless people," Carl lowered his head, and he did not stare again Bruce looked, and Bruce said: "What you are greedy for is the peace and tranquility you think you have obtained in the process of creating a world without crime, evil, and all negativity."

Bruce sighed and said, "And we all know that this kind of peace and tranquility is like a stagnant pond of stagnant water. The living people are like walking dead, and those who intend to resist become your enemies."

Bruce concluded: "All you are greedy is the peace and tranquility you have after you have exhausted your brains. No ordinary person calls Superman anymore, right? Only your soldiers call your name."

After a pause, Bruce said: "Your Batman cut a documentary equivalent to a long TV series for you, Carl." Bruce finally persuaded: "Look, look at those who live on the ground, howling, The truth about the people crying, hiding behind the silencer system, cursing you loudly, reflect on the crime you committed."

Carl raised his head slowly, he snorted coldly, and repeated: "My crime? Regardless of whether I am guilty or not, Batman will execute me. Only after executing me can the rebels..."

Bruce shook his head. He said, "One thing I have to admit is that the Earth has survived to this day because of Superman's protection. Any enemy who invades the Earth will think twice when they hear the name of the Son of Krypton."

"I need Superman," Bruce said. "Your Batman needs Superman too. You may not think so. For my parallel time and space peers in this world, to break with you, to fight with you, to be at odds with you, It should be the most painful thing in his life."

"Clark and I will stay in this world for five more days," Bruce said. "You and your Batman have a chat, you have a long time to debate in the future, as for the tragedy of Metropolis, if you want to Tell me, I'll come again, if you don't want to say, forget it."

Bruce said: "Batman needs Superman, and the world needs Superman. I believe you still have the simplest heart of a small town boy to protect the world, but this heart is covered by your hatred, your obsession, and your experience. Buried by so much pain, Karl needs to be calm and calm by himself."

Carl doesn't want to admit it at all, he kind of feels that the alternate world Batman is right.

fuck, batman is always right!

At this time, the door of the cell in Red Sun Prison slowly opened, Bruce walked towards the door, Carl lowered his head, his heart sank to the bottom, he raised his head, looked at the door of the cell, a parallel world Superman walked to the door of the cell with slightly heavy steps, and stretched out his hand towards Batman in the parallel world.

Originally, Batman, who would never hold Superman's hand while wearing a battle suit, stretched out his hand. He held the hand of Superman in the parallel world, as if drawing power from the hand of the Kryptonian. Carl listened to Superman in the parallel world Say something like, "I'm glad to have you by my side, Bruce."

Carl stared at the hands with intertwined fingers, one with gloves on and one with skin exposed, the warmth radiating from both hands made Carl close his eyes tightly.

The light hurt the eyes.