A meow and a dog

Batman stopped in his tracks.

He knew exactly what he was going to do—go to the conference room to host a meeting, discuss the reasons for the sudden drop in crime rates in various cities recently, then go to issue missions to the Young Justice League, and then go back to Gotham to deal with the clown riddle man for a while —and maybe uncover a few more crime dens—and throw a benefit party as Bruce Wayne, and end up on patrol in Gotham, and talk to Commissioner Gordon.

But he always has a sense of loss.why?

Batman thinks for a moment, but it seems to others that the Dark Knight may be thinking of a plan - in a way, it is.

But the benefit of this contemplation was that Batman spotted Superman leaning in the corner.

Half of Superman's face was covered in the shadows, and his breathing was calm. When his sensitive ears heard the knight's footsteps, its owner only turned his body slightly to show that he had spotted Batman.

Batman raised his eyebrows under the cover of the mask, and then walked forward, as if he was slightly puzzled, and asked: "I remember that you are supposed to be on the other side of the earth, putting out a forest fire. But I expect you to arrive in 10 minutes." Will be back."

Superman shrank into the shadows, his tall body looked a little pitiful.

"Come on, B, I'm tired right now, maybe you can ask in 10 minutes?"

"Ahhh." Batman imitated Flash's exclamation with a deadpan face, not moving his footsteps to indicate that this question and answer will not end for the time being.

Superman sighed, opened his bloodshot eyes, and said helplessly, "I think you're going to be late for the meeting?"

Batman isn't put off by the words: "They can wait a while."

Superman scrunched his face together, making him look more like the bumbling little reporter than Man of Steel.

"Please, B," he said again.

Batman backs off a little this time, maybe because of that Clark Kent look, maybe because of something else, but he's finally starting to walk again.

"Tonight at twelve o'clock, on the roof of the Wayne Building in Gotham, you need to explain to me. Superman."

Superman heard the low voice of Batman walking away, so he couldn't help but sighed.

"Maybe it's not that late, Bruce."

Batman didn't hear Superman talking to himself, and he and the other heroes were looking at a statistical chart of the recent decline in crime.

The Flash looked listless, lying on the conference table, staring at the curved blade on Batman's arm.After he was sure that no matter how he looked at it, the meeting time had not been shortened, he covered his eyes and called out, "Why didn't Dachao attend the meeting?"

The voices of discussion stopped, Wonder Woman touched Flash's head, and comforted: "Maybe you would like to go to the restaurant and get a hamburger back?"

Flash didn't drop his hand covering his eyes, but everyone could see the sudden white light in his eyes.

"You can take two," Hawkgirl added, giving Batman a hard look, as if asking why he didn't come to appease The Flash.

Batman knocked on the table, but realized right away that he wasn't attracting anyone's attention.

"Okay. You can take three," he said darkly.

Flash rushed out as if flying.

Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl smiled again before turning around.

But Batman's words made them unable to laugh anymore.

— "How long has it been since Superman has been in a meeting?"

"Probably yesterday?" Green Lantern said after a moment of thought.

Martian Manhunter frowned and glanced at Hal: "You just came back from space the day before yesterday, so Superman hasn't attended the meeting for almost seven days?"

Batman clenched his fists under the table: "And the crime rate started to drop seven days ago."

Everyone quieted down.

"So—" Wonder Woman asked tentatively.

Batman stood up, glanced at his teammates, swung his cape and walked out.

Batman finds Superman on the roof of the Daily Planet, who is gazing at the street crowd of the Metropolis.

"You have to tell me, what happened?"

Superman knelt down silently, and answered irrelevant questions: "Bruce, what do you regret the most?"

"...you know it."

"Then have you thought about changing? Let, let the bad things start again?"

Bruce sighed and replied, "Of course."

Superman looked back at him with a smile like Chuyang on an iceberg.

"I'm making it up, Bruce."

"You're Superman, Carl, but you're only human, too."

Superman was still smiling: "But you once said I was... God."

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