[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The hearing has not officially started yet, but admission has already begun. Bruce and Clark sat down at the scene, and they both sat down quietly in the first row of the spectators. Rachel sat in the prosecutor's seat, separated by They are far away.

Bruce was wearing a loose light blue shirt and a pair of black jeans on his lower body. This suit was loose-fitting, which deliberately weakened the momentum of the strong muscles he had exercised, showing a gentleness similar to that of a student.Bruce was sitting in the first row of the auditorium at the hearing, holding a folded piece of paper in his hand, raising his head, staring at Zill standing in the dock, Bruce said nothing.

Bruce is part showmanship and part natural, and he's staring intently, the normal reaction of the son of a victim whose parents were murdered by Zill.Clark was sitting next to him, and he was wearing clothes prepared by Alfred, which were also more casual.

Although Clark's life is quite low-key, whether it is the new technology biological company he founded, the major cases he led the team to solve in the Forensic Medicine Association, or even his friend relationship with Bruce that has been reported by the media several times, Tobrus Blessing—after Wayne Enterprises went public, Bruce bought most of the shares through various charitable funds, trusts, etc.—

In the city of Gotham, everyone who should know him knows his identity.

Clark sat next to Bruce, and he put his arm around Bruce's shoulders, as if the gesture would soothe his emotionally unstable friend.

Just appearing in the semi-public hearing hall, these two people who have a tacit understanding are perfecting their image in front of the public.Clark's image in front of the public is already very clear. Whether he is a technology tycoon who started a new technology biological company from scratch, or a federal forensic doctor who dissected thousands of corpses without any omissions, he is recognized as a smart person.

And Bruce, for some reason, didn't want to weaken his friendship with Clark in public. He wanted to separate himself from Batman, a terrifying image known to the whole city, except for the long-term playboy. In his image, he tends to be gentle, calm, and occasionally clever in dealing with company matters—could be fooled by his subordinates, but not too stupid.

Clark's image was portrayed by the media as a bit of a philistine. After all, his information was not kept secret. According to reporters from newspapers and magazines in Gotham who only pursued sales, he was a small farmer born on a remote farm from nothing to a billionaire now. His achievements have been described as being largely funded by his close friends.

Therefore, the vast majority of people in Gotham have been indoctrinated. The reason why Clark is close to Bruce, who is not very smart, is just to use the money of this rich man to seek greater benefits.

Counting Tony Stark who just met for a few days, that is, Tony and Rachel know that they are really good friends.

The hearing began, and since they knew the result in advance, neither Bruce nor Clark was surprised by the prosecutor's description of Joe Chill's plea and repentance and the account of serious reformation, Bruce sullenly.

The two listened to Zier who seemed to be very sincere and apologetic and said to the judge at the hearing: "Your Excellency, every day I live, I regret the crimes I committed. Of course, I was desperate at the time, and many people Same, but that shouldn't change the mistakes I made."

The eyes of the person sitting next to the two swept over Bruce intentionally or unintentionally. Clark raised his hands and slowly rubbed his middle finger along the wings of his nose. He listened to Kiel's speech. This person's words sounded full of guilt, Clark But it is clear that this is just a rhetoric for him to try to escape from prison.

Bruce stared straight at Kiel's back.Clark looked at Bruce's profile, and Clark knew that his best friend was far different from that helpless little boy in Crime Alley back then, but at this moment, Clark felt Bruce's real anger.

Bruce clutched the paper in his hand.

"A member of the Wayne family is here today," the judge said after Ziel finished speaking: "Does he have anything to say?"

Bruce stood up, and he said, "Yes, Your Honor, I'm Bruce Wayne, and I have something to say."

"You may speak, Mr. Wayne," said the judge.

Bruce said: "Your Honor, I am the last person here who will agree to Joe Zill's release from prison on parole. I don't believe Zill's statement that he repents for the crimes he committed every day, because From the time my parents died until now, this man has never tried to apologize to the survivors of the tragedy in any way, whether it was through his defense lawyer, the police officer who reviewed his case, or I have not received a letter of apology from the head of the prison where he is being held, or even a 'sorry' letter."

Bruce spread out the paper in his hand, and Clark sat beside him, able to see the script of the speech engraved on the paper with slightly slanted handwriting.

"And any person with a conscience, even a little bit of conscience, would not solve his so-called desperate situation by cruelly depriving the lives of two innocent people," Bruce said with emotion in his words. Sometimes it's a shame Gotham doesn't have the death penalty, otherwise a man like him would have been sent to the electric chair, and his filthy soul would have rotted in the coffin with his body."

"Finally, I would like to say that a man who takes the life of others in such a cruel way does not deserve the right to regain his freedom, whether it is for me personally or for the safety of Gotham," Bruce said sincerely: "I implore Your Honor , dismissed his application for parole and allowed him to continue serving his sentence in prison."

"My speech is over." Bruce sat down, took a deep breath, then exhaled it through his nostrils, and finally closed his eyes.

Clark patted Bruce's hand hanging on his knee, Bruce turned his head slightly, and the two looked at each other.

The two didn't say anything, but they understood what the other wanted to say in an instant.

It's ironic enough to say it, and they can't tell whether it's honesty or hypocrisy. They know that once Zill is released from prison on parole, there will be revenge from Gotham □□/boss. On the one hand, these two people are hiding their identities. On the other hand, they also hated the murderer. They hoped that Joe Chill would be released from prison on parole today.

Bruce's speech is actually the last to save his life.

The two were distracted, and not long after, the judge announced the result of Joe Zier's parole in court. He said: "I announce that the criminal Joe Zier has served 20 years and March [-] days in prison. The submitted evidence of Mr. Zier's imprisonment for reformation, confession and repentance is as follows."

Clark heard someone yell, "Stand up, all!"

"Joe Chill pleaded guilty and repented during his sentence, and he has never had a bad record in prison. This court pronounces the verdict," the judge swung the gavel down, and there was a crisp knocking sound of the gavel. He said: "This court grants Joe Chill Zier was released on parole. After release, the criminal should follow the existing regulations and contact the parole officer regularly..."

"...the court is closed."

The hall became noisy, and the audience dispersed in twos and threes.

Clark hooked his lips stiffly, and said softly, "You did your best, Bruce. Leave the rest to Gotham."

Clark understands Bruce's indescribably complicated mood at this time. His super hearing let them all know the premeditated revenge from the boss. Bruce's principle is never to deprive others of their lives by illegal means, and they are silent at this moment Sitting here all the time, none of them will be the pushers to push Joe Chill under the scythe of death.

Bruce raised his head, his steel blue eyes stared directly at Clark, he slowly folded the paper in his hand, then pulled Clark's wrist abruptly, stood up and walked out.

"Look, Bruce Wayne!"

The short guns of the media reporters were already waiting outside the court. When they saw Bruce coming out, they all hurriedly surrounded the young Wayne.The first reporter who rushed over put the recording pen to Bruce's mouth, and he asked excitedly, "Mr. Wayne, Mr. Kent, what's the result?"

"The judge pronounced a sentence," Bruce said without responding, and Clark replied, "Joe Chill was released on parole."

"What do you think, Mr. Wayne." The reporter asked.

"I obey the judge's decision," Bruce replied, "although I don't agree with it."

And behind Bruce, someone shouted: "Joe Chill is out!"

Bruce tightened his grip on Clark's wrist, and he said, "Go faster!"

The two walked straight towards the parking lot outside the court. The reporter saw that the two did not want to be interviewed and did not chase after them. They all rushed to Joe Zier, who was protected by the bailiffs on the left and right. Walking through the corridors of the courthouse and out the gates of the courthouse, Clark took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the car door.

Bruce sat down in the co-pilot, he pulled down the seat belt and buckled it up, Clark looked at Bruce thoughtfully, and he said, "One last time, Bruce," Clark said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "Just let me be selfish for you one last time."

Clark is the only person in the world who can save Joe Zill with his bare hands, but this is the first time he has firmly refused to use his ability to save someone.

"Bang!" Only a gunshot was heard from the corridor of the court.

Clark got off the driver's seat and looked in the direction of Joe Chill. Clark saw Chill shot in the chest and fell to the ground without breathing. He said, "He's dead, Bruce."

Bruce closed his eyes the moment he heard the words, and made a nasal sound: "Yeah."

At this moment, Bruce's cell phone rang, and he took out his cell phone to answer the call. It was Rachel who called. Rachel's voice seemed a little anxious, and she said on the phone: "Bruce, the Falconi faction Someone shot Zill, we got the shooter, God... I, I have to deal with this..." Bruce didn't speak, Rachel called Bruce's name: "Bruce, are you okay?"

"I don't know if I'm okay, Rachel," Bruce said with a slight tremor in his voice, "Ziel's dead, and I don't want to get involved with this."

"Okay," Rachel said on the phone, and someone called Rachel's name on the other end of the phone, and she said, "I have to go to work, as long as you are fine."

"Thanks, Rachel," Bruce said, "I believe in the laws of Gotham."

"Goodbye," Bruce said.

"Goodbye." Rachel hung up the phone.

Clark fastened his seat belt, and said as he started the car, "I have something to tell you."

"Say." Bruce's answer returned to his usual calm and brief.

"There must be a big fish hooked behind Falconi," Clark said with his hands on the steering wheel and the car was driving steadily, "You must investigate, B, Gotham is your city, and this is your city." Faced with the first big case, the water is very muddy, B."

Bruce propped his head on his hands, tilted his head to look at him, and curled his mouth into a smile.

Clark glanced at this person, and continued: "This is the first major case you want to investigate, and I will never intervene again." Clark watched the corner of the person's mouth grow wider, and continued: "But If something happens..."

"I'll call you...immediately." Bruce chuckled, interrupting Clark, and said, "I promise."

No matter how dangerous the city was, as long as he called, someone would respond to his call for help—very good.