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"All the money, ma'am! Otherwise I can't guarantee that my gun won't go off and hurt your son!"

"Let him go, I'll give you the money, as much as you want—but as long as you let the kid go." Thomas Wayne said calmly, the young Bruce was held hostage in the arms of the gangsters, compared to The scene that was too terrifying for a child made him tremble all over, only his eyes were still fixed on his parents.

"I promise you, I promise you." Thomas said comfortingly. He reached out and handed out a wallet, but when the gangster reached out to take it, taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he used the hand holding the wallet from the wallet. Pushed him hard sideways, then turned and hugged Bruce and Martha Wayne tightly.

The gangster bumped into the corner of the alley and passed out. Thomas comforted his son in a low voice. However, when Bruce gradually stopped shaking and calmed down, two sudden gunshots sounded in the quiet and deep alley. Bruce Screaming in horror, it could not stop the smiling Thomas and his wife, who were gradually becoming stiff, from falling beside him.

Bruce only saw the murderer's pupils flashing hate and madness.

......

Bruce opened his eyes suddenly, and the sudden pain in his body made him frown subconsciously. He turned around and saw his old butler was sewing the wound on his arm.

The rip and the white cotton thread were twisting and spreading around his arm ferociously, and the silver needle continued to delay the process mercilessly, but Bruce asked in a low voice as if he didn't feel anything: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Ah, that's really a long number." Alfred helped the delicate glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, pulled off the excess white line on Bruce's arm without changing his expression, and then walked to the workbench beside him and handed the document to him. to Bruce.

"The Arkham papers? I thought I'd seen them."

"5 minutes! Oh, I thought you'd sleep for three days and three nights." Alfred answered irrelevantly. His face was stiff and he was trying to suppress his anger, but it was enough for Bruce to notice the pain in his heart. .

But their attention angles were never different, so Bruce didn't try to argue with Alfred at this time, "He's coming soon, I don't have much time to prepare."

Alfred stood aside tall and straight: "With all due respect, young master, but why didn't you settle these matters in the metropolis? It also saves me, an old guy, from worrying about your life."

"You know better than me, Aff." Bruce flipped through the document with his head down, his expression hidden in the shadows, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking. "—how is Arkham?"

"In your plan," Alfred replied, "the security facilities have been activated."

Bruce nodded, got out of bed and walked to the workbench where the armor was stacked.A Fu disapproved to persuade behind him, but Bruce deliberately ignored it.A few minutes later, Bruce, who was dressed in battle uniform, walked to the computer, clicked on the report information bar of the tracker again, and found that it was moving here at a speed that would put any vehicle to shame.

He put on the mask and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Alfred who was standing quietly by the side all the time.

"Please, master," the old man showed a completely different expression of excitement from before, his lips trembling faintly, "I don't want to collect the body for the third member of the Wayne family...no matter what you plan What the hell, please, please, don't make me go to another funeral. I've been to enough funerals in my life."

"...Aff, this is my choice." Bruce looked at Alfred firmly and unquestionably, "I was born this way."

Alfred smiled bitterly, and the smile quickly faded away in an instant, turning into something complicated and unspeakable: "Then at least please come back alive this time, Master Bruce."

"I will, Alfred," Bruce said, and he slid into the Batmobile without looking back.

The Batmobile roared and stopped in front of the gate of Arkham, and switched the driving gear to automatic. Bruce jumped out of the car and pressed the communicator in his left ear: "Alf, how close is the target?"

"About two minutes later, Master Bruce."

"..." Bruce didn't reply, he watched the Batmobile drive to his predetermined position, then stopped staying, and soon disappeared into the shadows.

From a distance, Bruce's movements are like a delicate pantomime. He jumped up the obstacles quickly and nimbly, his feet stepped into the shadows, and then he swung his cloak, and quickly took advantage of the time to see the surrounding area clearly. Everything, and the next second he's crouching behind the chosen container.This series of movements did not stop at the slightest, reminiscent of a dexterous predator, and apart from those extremely menacing eyes staring straight ahead, even the hem of the cloak was perfectly hidden behind the floor tiles In time, it was as amazing as some kind of magic.

Not long after Bruce hid himself, as he expected, soon, a person in a three-color tights broke through the wall, and a dim and hazy beam of light that appeared at the same time immediately dispelled a large piece of darkness , Fine dust floated in the air.

Clark glanced around, and it was not difficult to see the vigilance on his face, and then, as if he hadn't seen anything, he put his hand on his left ear, as if asking someone a question.

Bruce frowned behind the tall container, and from his perspective, he could see Clark's trembling lips, so Bruce, who is an expert in lip language, could naturally "hear" the information he wanted to obtain from above.

"—I didn't find him.

"No, I don't think Bruce's going to do something like that - we've discussed it. Either way, I'll keep my word."

Clark put his hand down with an unhappy expression, and then began to fly slowly around.From time to time, he stayed in one place for a while, as if he was looking for something, and then he seemed to find something. There was a puzzled look on his face, and he gradually flew towards the place where Bruce was hiding.

Bruce's eyes were fixed on Clark's trajectory. Seeing that Clark was approaching his preset route, he calmly pressed the remote control for driving the Batmobile on his universal belt, and at the same time kicked his toes on the ground without hesitation. , turned briefly in the air and stayed in the air. At this moment, his ears were sensitive to hearing a crash and muffled sound—the Batmobile, which was clearly moving forward, had already hit the other side as he thought.

But obviously the Batmobile didn't hinder the opponent for too much time.When Bruce turned and landed, and quickly dodged behind other obstacles, Clark had already lifted the front of the Batmobile and easily threw it to the other wall—it was smashed into a ball at the corner and turned into a A pile of useless scrap metal.

Clark's strength is stronger than he imagined - stronger.Bruce thought, breathing lightly, watching the alien cautiously through a gap.

Undoubtedly, this guest has now formed a faction with the government. According to Clark's character, Bruce can guess what he is thinking-to liberate superpowers and create an age of heroes; and the government balances the situation again for the sake of balance , will definitely find someone to distract him-it looks like that person is Clark.

A goal completely opposite to his own, but Clark didn't seem to have thought of the president's implications, or cared at all.He never guards against anyone, never refuses a request, never tolerates injustice.It looks like a hero character only from a fairy tale.

It was his fault that Clark and "S", two people who were so similar, didn't realize the relationship between the two, so that he couldn't make countermeasures after learning of Clark's identity.

If only he had realized earlier—no, there are no ifs in this world.

Bruce could clearly hear a nervous panting behind him. He listened so carefully, but ignored his surroundings. When he realized that the panting was not right after a few seconds, he had already been hit by Clark flying from behind. Ahead, the container covering him was slammed into the wall, and his back immediately felt the sharp fragments of the container and the cold wall.

Gritting his teeth subconsciously to resist the pain, Bruce looked up and saw Clark standing in front of him expressionlessly: "Bruce, I found you."

"Did Luther send you here?"

"It's Mr. President." Clark corrected. From a close look, his facial muscles seemed to be twitching slightly in order to endure too intense emotions.

"What did he tell you?"

"Something enough about you—"

"All?" Bruce interjects sharply, staring deeply at Clark, sure he catches an imperceptible evasion in his face. "I don't believe they're going to tell you everything—"

"I won't believe you, Bruce." A little sadness flashed on Clark's face, "I'm arresting you for treason, Mr. Wayne, do you have any questions?"

Even after hearing the news of his arrest, Bruce's expression still didn't fluctuate much. He looked at Clark calmly: "You know me, Clark, and you know what I think—not just what they told you."

It seemed that it was Bruce's words of "comfort". After a long silence, Clark finally landed on the ground. His expression returned to the previous one, with a question in his eyes that a hero should question a criminal.

"This is the last time I'll take your word for it," Clark said after a few minutes. "Go ahead, Mr. Wayne."

The author has something to say:

Don’t worry about Luthor, he’s just a small character in this chapter, I wrote this name just to highlight the master’s ironic tone towards the government (╯_╰)╭

Why hasn't it been updated for so long-well, I will tell you about homework or something?

Why are there so few action scenes-well, because our thinking will turn a corner without knowing it, and it's not my fault!

About two chapters are finished, and then the full-text revision and extra episodes will start, and I will try to complete all the work before the summer vacation (← hello)

Cough, our article is almost over without knowing it~ Then the short article is thrown away, and the long article...is still being saved...

Finally, guess whether the ending is BE or HE~