A meow and a dog

Superman stands in Bruce's bedroom at Wayne House, staring at the framed photo on the bedside table.

At this moment, Bruce still had his eyes closed, as if immersed in a sweet dream.

But Superman doesn't think so.He stepped forward, grabbed Bruce by the shoulders, and forced his eyes open.

Bruce looked at Superman obediently without the slightest surprise, the holes in his blue eyes made Superman want to crush the bones of his subordinates for no reason.But Superman knew that even if he did this, the Dark Knight would not snort.

"Damn it." He cursed in a low voice, but very gently changed Bruce's shirt and trousers.While he was doing this, Bruce just tilted his head and looked at him in silence.Like a rag doll that has lost its soul.

There were children's noises outside the window, which made Superman extremely upset, but maybe it would make Bruce talk?So Superman endured again.

Alfred said outside the door that breakfast was ready, and asked them to go out or eat in the bedroom.

Superman frowned, and told Alfred to bring the breakfast.

Bruce blinks, as if the anger has returned to the shell, but only for a moment.

Superman didn't miss the moment, and his face immediately filled with a little joy, a bit like the Clark Kent seven years ago.

Alfred peeked at his young master through the crack of the door, then turned and left after Carl took the food outside the door.The butler sighed, not knowing when all this would end.

Superman sat in a chair with Bruce in his arms, reading the latest newspaper.It's filled with the feats of Superman and his teammates, but there's not a hero named "Batman" among them.

But Carl seemed very satisfied, he rested his chin on Bruce's head, and smiled softly.

Then there is the routine story time.

"Once upon a time there was a little Prince Bruce..."

Bruce listened quietly, his eyes fixed and glazed.

They spent most of the day together, except that in the evening, Wonder Woman came to Wayne Mansion to find Superman.

"...we discovered a parallel dimension."

Bruce's head moved slightly.

Superman left with Wonder Woman, leaving Bruce alone in the bedroom.Until a space door opened beside Bruce.

The Big Seven of the Justice League came out of it, and the Flash was there.

But they come from a parallel dimension.

Bruce tilted his head to watch them, and finally his eyes stopped on Superman.

The visitors from the parallel space obviously didn't expect that there was a son of Gotham here. Batman drew out his bat dart and looked at Bruce warily.

But Bruce didn't move, he slumped in his chair, just looking at Superman.

The Flash rushed up and shook his hand in front of Bruce, but he didn't expect this action to make the son of Gotham suddenly violent, and took off the Flash's mask fiercely.

Before Barry could react, he saw the disbelief in Bruce's eyes again.

The mask dropped from Bruce's hand and spread out on the floor.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed with the Big Seven, his expression habitually returned to silence, but after a second he realized that this Superman was not the Superman of his world, and he didn't have to hide it.

The Martian Manhunter connected their spirits, and Bruce, who had not spoken for many years and had a stiff tongue, was relieved.

Batman stared at him, but received a small smile, which surprised the other six.

—Is this still Batman?

But then, they realized the words had been heard by the Sons of Gotham - the Martian Manhunter was still on the line.

"I'm not Batman anymore," Bruce said.

"Why?" Flash asked, with a puzzled look on his face, but Batman gave him an inexplicable stare, which made Flash very confused.

Bruce tilted his head: "Because Superman doesn't allow it." After thinking for a while, he said again: "Oh, of course, it wasn't like this at first. Until, the Flash died."

"Same as Lord Justice?"

Bruce looked at Superman who asked the question, and shook his head: "No. I, they are not Lords of Justice. Luthor didn't die, but was imprisoned. But the difference is that I proposed to kill him." Bruce laughed again For a moment, but no one thought it was funny.

"The Flash's body was in front of me, and I couldn't run anymore, but Superman refused to avenge the Flash, so I wanted to give him a gift, something from Luthor, but I didn't give it away." Bruce The madness that he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in his eyes.

"At that time, the earth was self-destructing, and I blocked a black hole with the watchtower. But I was found by Superman. I slept in the North Pole for seven years. He has been trying to restore me to the original state, but I won't allow it. Because I can't control myself anymore. I'm crazy."

He "giggled" and added: "I think he should be back by now."

Just as he was talking, Superman broke into the door, roaring and pounced on the Justice League.

When Superman fell to the side because of kryptonite, Batman turned around and walked in front of his other self, mocking: "Since Luthor is not dead, what right do you have to give up?"

But Bruce didn't respond, he smiled and watched the visitor leave, and then the smile disappeared immediately.

He approached Superman and buried his head on his shoulder.

"Tell me, why did our Flash die?" He said without getting stuck or stagnant, as if he had practiced dozens of times in private.

"Is it true that as long as the Flashes in other spaces are alive, our Flashes are also alive?"

"That's great."

"You don't need to challenge the bottom line anymore, you don't need the madness of clowns, you don't want to forget completely, and then use time to paralyze yourself."

"I am Batman."

The author has something to say:

Hum hum!A certain HE made the appointment!Glasses dear, don't try to scare me with cold reflection hahaha! ! ! ← What to do if you are so proud.

(Raises hands silently) By the way, does anyone see that this is HE?

I don’t want to tell you that this chapter was originally the main text, but it was changed to a special episode after the spectacle pro asked for HE~ Guess what I originally planned to write?There is a second version~