A meow and a dog

This is presumably a battle that has dragged on for a long time.Carl thought.

If he didn't know that Bruce has always been good at hiding his true thoughts, Carl would have thought that he had just destroyed Gotham, otherwise why Bruce's attacks were so aggressive and merciless?

Oh, of course Karl himself was not much worse, even though he suppressed his strength, the gust of wind between his actions was enough to make an ordinary person stagger a few steps.

However, Bruce's calculations have always been precise. No matter how Karl makes moves, he can perfectly dodge Karl's attack with an incredible movement for a human being.

This also makes Carl always admire Batman.

As a human, how much effort does Bruce have to take on Superman?

Carl was a little distracted, but he rarely tried to turn his mind back to the current fight, until the back of his head hit the floor hard, which made him focus a little bit.But since the opponent is Bruce, what is there to be wary of?

"You lost, Carl," Bruce said, kicking Carl's shin with the toe of his bat boot.

The fight came so suddenly, Superman and Batman didn't even have time to switch clothes, and Batman even just took off his hood.

Carl smiled muffled, and stood up on the ground of the bat cave: "No, I didn't lose, it's just that an old bat distracted me a little bit."

Bruce lifted the red cloth in his hand deliberately as if showing off, and said, "This old bat won't steal your cloak again, will it?"

"I think so," Carl said.

The two of them laughed together.

Bruce's job is done, but obviously those Gotham babes won't let Bruce rest for long, and as expected, after only a few minutes, Batboo yells.

Carl took a few steps forward as always, but was also blocked by Batman as always: "This is Batman's work, and you don't need to intervene."

"...Okay," Carl said, watching the Batmobile, which was the same color as its owner's armor, go away worriedly.Karl stood there quietly for a while, then turned around and stood in a dark corner, letting the ominous color fall on his uniform, completely covering the red.

After hundreds of millions of years, or a few minutes, when Carl once again recalled the cold, occasional but extremely gentle blue eyes of the Alliance Brain (*1), there was a roar that almost made the Son of Steel burst into tears The sound came from not far away, but immediately, Karl's impatient movement was suppressed by a restless heartbeat.

Bruce got out of the Batmobile a little tiredly, and without even pursuing Carl's whereabouts, he walked to the computer in the Batcave and ordered the computer to call up a few files and videos.

Carl walked up behind Bruce, wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist in the other's silence, and pushed his chin against the bat hood.

Bruce didn't intend to resist, or in other words, he simply didn't have the energy to question Carl.

Carl rubbed his chin, smelling the other person's sweat, but he didn't want to move away at all: "You have to rest, Bruce."

"I do not need."

"You need it," Carl said emphatically, "Alf will be worried."

Bruce was silent for a while, but still didn't flinch: "Batman doesn't need to rest, that thing doesn't work."

"But Bruce, you need it."

"I can't wait. Gotham can't wait. The families of the dead can't wait."

"......What happened?"

"A woman was found dead in an alley. The cause of death was excessive drug intake. There was no drug container at the scene, nor was there in the woman's home. I have to find the remaining drugs and use this to find out the source of the drugs."

Carl sighed. "What channel are you going to use, Bruce? Pretend again and try to trap them—those bastards?"

"They know more than I do and are exceptionally well-informed."

"Then you need at least a few hours of sleep."

"I said it before--"

"You do," Carl said firmly. "You do, Bruce."

Bruce seemed to consider it for a moment. "Just a few ten minutes."

Carl nodded: "Just a few 10 minutes."

Bruce managed to wriggle out of the Kryptonian's arms and took two steps forward. "Just a few ten minutes," he repeated.

Carl smiled and watched Bruce leave.Then he turned and flew out of the Batcave.

Batman felt that this case was simply too easy, first of all, the clues rushed to his eyes one by one, and then the list of places where the drugs were hidden and the list of people who bought the drugs were carelessly placed in the drug warehouse On a table, even after the case was over, the police didn't notice him.

Although Bruce was very puzzled, he didn't pursue it too much, and just left it all behind him in a completely different style from usual.Blame it on luck.But what is the truth?The only thing to do is to ask the warehouse door that was opened by both heroes.

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(*1) Batman is called the brain of the League, Flash is called the conscience of the League, and Superman is called the soul of the League.

Well, it doesn't look very sweet? QAQ, a certain effort.......TAT

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