A meow and a dog

He is listening.

His ears have always been known for being sensitive, and sometimes he can even hear the footsteps and innocent laughter of those annoying nurses and doctors walking around in the huge hospital-don't they realize that there is something here? —Did something happen to Gotham?

Oh, maybe they forgot.But he can't forget, he still remembers how he was knocked to the ground by the Joker, then forced to take off his mask, and used Brucey's identity on the society page of Gotham Daily for the first time.Then the next day, the army broke into Wayne House, took Alfred away, and locked him up here—did they think he was mentally ill?It's ridiculous, how could he - Batman - be a mental patient?

He needed to get out of here somehow, go find the Joker, throw him in Arkham like he always did—Arkham, isn't that Arkham?He raised the corners of his mouth ironically, looked up at the small window, and knew that he could escape from here in a moment.But not now, not this time.Now, he just needs to listen more carefully—

The man's footsteps.

Clark Kent, an employee of the Metropolitan Daily Planet, or, Superman.To be more precise, a Superman who is immune to magic and kryptonite.Batman was especially sure of this, and thought again and again of the pile of small, glittering stones he had stored.But he quickly put the thought away in a remote corner of his mind, and thought of who Superman was now—a false one: Chief Physician of the Metropolitan Asylum.

Just kidding, Clark never dreamed of being a doctor.

Then this bit of information seems particularly suspicious.He pondered, trying to figure out his friend's attitude towards him now--the attitude towards a stranger.Just as he was thinking about this, the sound of footsteps in his ear gradually amplified until it stopped in front of the door, turning into a confident and assertive voice: "I can do it, Dean, yes. I will Take this business, no, oh, well, Dean Jack."

He carefully filtered the passage in his mind, and he was concerned about the two syllables of "Jack".If Superman can be a doctor, then it's not out of the question that the Joker can be a dean - well, he has to convince Superman sooner.

The door was pushed open, and his buddy walked in—without those stupid glasses: "Hey, I'm your new doctor. Hello."

He looks up, hoping that Superman will recognize him first and get out of this stupid place, but the man just faces him with a big smile—not a memory smirk.

The man's voice was gentle enough, but there was always something wrong.He secretly compared the difference between the two supermen in memory, and unconsciously slipped his eyes to the other's face.

Yes, exactly the same.he thought again.Seeing his friend swaggeringly pull over the chair and sit down, read a page of information: "Bruce Wayne, Gotham native, son of Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne, former playboy, now a drug addict. "

"No, I'm not." He said, carefully studying his friend's expression, "I'm Batman." Yes, this is his real profession. "If you understand, all of the above are my disguises."

The man picked up a pen and wrote something on the medical record, and then asked him in a drawn out voice, "So, Mr. Batman, what do you feel uncomfortable about?"

"No," he said reflexively, "you can't force me to check up anymore. I'm fine. Always have been."

"Of course, I'm not a superman, and I won't force you to do what I say."

"No, you are. You are Superman."

The man stopped what he was doing, narrowed his eyes to look at him, and finally pulled the distance between them nonchalantly: "Yes, I am. So, Batman, tell me how you feel about yourself."

"I'm fine without the clown."

The man sighed: "Are there Penguins or something?"

"No, it's just a clown this time, Clark." He blinked his eyes in satisfaction, and found that his friend still retained part of his memory, "I'm glad you still remember what happened between us."

The man shrugged, added a few more letters as if he was helpless, and continued to say to him: "Then, don't we have other teammates or something?"

"Of course we have," he said. "Martian, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, The Flash, and Wonder Woman."

"Did you notice," the man corrected him, "that you mentioned Wonder Woman twice."

"I don't know what it would bother you if I did it, but, seriously, is it weird? We adore each other like you adore each other."

"Me?" The man pointed to himself, as if in disbelief.

"You're queer, Clark, but I did mean you. Don't you like Lois Lane?"

He blinked, watching strangely that his friend gradually took on an angry look, but soon, that look subsided again, as if the scene just now was just a dream.

"The Flash," he heard Clark say to himself, "what's he—well, I mean, he has a weird name after all."

He glared at his friend angrily, and his tone suddenly became harsh: "Yes, but that's not his name. His name is Barry Allen. I think you've heard of it."

"Yes Yes."

"And do you remember Connor—your son?"

"Uh, what?" the man said in surprise, "No, I don't have a son."

He raised his eyebrows and reaffirmed, "No, you have."

The man shook his head, turned a page of the notebook, and stood up: "Yes, Mr. Batman, but I think you need to wake up. But I found that if you don't get addicted to drugs at the age of 20, Your paranoia doesn't happen. If you did become Batman after the age of 8, I don't think it's going to happen. Plus, I'm not a Superman."

After the man said this in a strong tone, he immediately turned around and reached out to knock on the door, but no one came to open the door for him.

"What happened?" he said in horror.

"It's me," said a male voice, "you two should stay together."

"Look." "Bruce Wayne" said to "Clark Kent" as if he had foreseen it: "He is Luther."

They shrugged together, and looked out the hidden manga together.

The author has something to say:

The original idea was that Clark is a doctor and the master is a patient. One thinks that there are no heroes in the world, and the other thinks that there are such heroes in the world, but I don’t know why it became like this...

PS: I’m a bit stuck for Robin, just wait for me to hold back the fighting scene QAQ