A meow and a dog

The complex terrain of Luthor's modified White House is enough to make it difficult for anyone who arrives for the first time to distinguish the direction. Those complex corridors that seem to be inadvertently similar but show different arrangements in small places, and go back and forth can make even the best tracking dogs lose bearing.But if someone who is careful and calm and has an extraordinary memory can walk through one of the routes under the leadership of others, then it will be very simple to go back to the original point and find a room hidden behind these barriers according to speculation. —and that's exactly what Bruce was going to do.

Dodging the patrolling personnel, Bruce hid behind the wall, and the map he remembered when he was being escorted flashed in his mind.Luthor was as careful as he was, so in order for the plan to work perfectly, he had to convince Luthor of every move he made—and that meant getting the Universal Belt back.

Starting from Luthor's arrogant and conceited character, it is not difficult to think of the universal belt.But compared with the places Bruce has sneaked into before, this time the operation is more complicated.He needs to get the universal belt without Luthor, but at the same time, people have to find clues after Bruce's preparations are completed-more precisely, the "clues" left by Bruce deliberately.

Presumably Luther himself was watching "Bruce" rescue in the infirmary, so the empty corridor was hardly anyone, which gave Bruce an excellent opportunity.Bruce quickly raised his left arm and struck back, the glass cracked with a piercing "crash" sound, and the cracks quickly spread across the entire transparent frame like spider webs, and covered the entire frame in an instant, turning into a cloud on the ground. A pile of beautiful trash.

Retracting the arm that broke the glass, Bruce turned around and quickly jumped over the window specially opened for the president. He stood up on the soft carpet, glanced at the potted plants at the door and the filing cabinet next to the hanger, and finally stopped at the iron door on one side —He went to the door and saw his belt in the transparent window on the right.

Smashing the glass without hesitation, Bruce reached out to fish out the universal belt from the shattered glass slag, and slung it over his shoulder.

A dozen plans and backup plans flashed through his mind in an instant. Bruce silently counted the time he had spent before turning around and walking to Luthor's desk.It was an expensive piece of equipment, but there were various documents piled up messily on the desk, a considerable part of which was related to mechanics and ergonomics, while the other part were recent reports on chemistry, biology and astronomy (*1).Bruce raised his eyebrows, and then sensitively noticed the sound of stepping on the glass from behind him—probably because of the carpet, the sound was so weak that it didn't exist at all.Bruce's mind quickly connected the information involved in several documents together, but his eyes moved to the tall French windows, and successfully caught the tiny light within a few seconds.

Bruce turned quickly and fell to the side, and as he did so, a bullet quickly followed the planned route, rushing out of the window with a screeching sound of glass shattering.

"Oh, we have a big guest—" Luther, who appeared at the door, said sarcastically, as if he had expected that Bruce would be able to dodge the shot.He held a pistol in his right hand, with his index finger and thumb expertly placed on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed precisely at Bruce. "Tell me what got you out of prison, huh? I guess that's not what you're about to accept." penalty."

Luther adjusted the sight slightly, and walked forward, but before he could do anything, a black object quickly and obliquely hovered into his sight, he raised his hand, and subconsciously pulled the trigger, and within seconds In a short period of time, a sound of metal colliding exploded in his ear, followed by another sound of tearing air. Unprepared Luthor let go of his hand, and the gun was struck by the sudden impact. knocked aside.

"I've seen more than you." Bruce said, his voice low and hoarse enough to remind one of some ominous animal in the night.

Luther reached out and tugged at the tie around his throat, as if something had suddenly and unforgivably stuck his throat, a look of surprise and trance quickly crossed his face.

"Well, I'm starting to feel now—there seems to be some misunderstanding between us." Luther said, he tugged on his bow tie again, and then raised his hands automatically in a very meek way, as if he was standing on the "Best Citizen" award Like a speech on stage, "Maybe you should have some drinks or something—? Or a late-night snack? Oh, I'm sure you're hungry."

"Don't play your tricks on me, Luther," Bruce said, still standing there motionless, and even his tone was very calm, "Think about it, if your story was on the headlines of the newspapers--would you How many people are willing to vote for you?"

Luther became furious in an instant, but those expressions disappeared from his face as quickly as a mask in the next second, and he burst into a hypocritical smile, but his tone was threatening: "This kind of thing is useless." Don't care, and I think most of them would be interested in the fact that Bruce Wayne is out alone in the dark, playing with his cute toys."

"Oh, think about it, Bruce." As if because of Bruce's silence, Luthor fluently changed into a consoling expression and said, "A better world, a world full of all kinds of imagination, this Not just from human genes, but from superhuman genes (*2)! If we work together, we can break the rules - to hell with the goddamn rules - we Can create a new world!"

Bruce had no excuses, he didn't show a look of approval, but he didn't refuse, but when Luthor narrated his vision of the future in his extremely provocative and fanatical tone, he never said a word, coldly Stare at him.

After a while, realizing that his words were not being heard, Luther's expression gradually became ashamed and annoyed: "Enough, I don't need to judge your superficial and pompous head at all; you brainless, hypocritical Brother son, you never have to understand how wonderful my idea is and how helpful it will be to the world!"

As if he knew that the other party would never hurt him, he pushed Bruce away without hesitation and walked to the covered iron door. He pressed a certain place on the wall, and after a "click", he pressed Pressing the activated alarm button, he turned and looked at Bruce with arrogance and sarcasm. "It won't be long, Bruce, you'll know the good of my ideas—but obviously far from now, as it always is, people don't find out what's in a thinker's head."

"That's what you want," Bruce interjected, looking interested but with an aggressive, measured look in his blue eyes, "You're not doing anything just to balance the situation. , you choose 'S' because of his superpowers - you want to acquire them - no, more serious than that, you want to create a batch of superhuman beings. That's why you suddenly have a sense of subjects that seem useless interest."

"I have to say, Bruce, you always make people feel happy." Luthor said, under his instructions, bodyguards in uniform rushed into the room, surrounded in an arc to guard against Bruce, "but Evidently you have chosen a wrong path. Catch him!—huh?"

A crisp sound of glass interrupted the entire operation, and the guards turned their heads to look at the window in bewilderment and surprise, and then their expressions were suddenly fixed on panic and fear.

"I won't let you do this, Luther." Clark, who broke in suddenly, said, standing side by side with Bruce, his expression was so serious that it made people suddenly awe-inspiring.

"Get out of my way, alien, look, this is Earth!" Luthor mocked, he seemed to be still immersed in the process of dealing with Bruce, and suddenly forgot who was standing in front of him now.However, before he realized it, "S", whom he called "alien", had easily broken off the barrels of the bodyguards and stepped forward, keeping serious and displeased eyes on him.

Even a person who hadn't cared more about committing a crime would be ashamed for a second or two if someone was stared at by Clark with this merciless, purely admonishing gaze, but it didn't help Luthor, he Looking back at Clark with his head held high, he said in a confident tone without thinking that he had made a mistake: "Do you have any questions? I am arresting prisoners convicted of treason, please don't block my way .”

Clark felt his windpipe was blocked for a moment—everyone at the scene knew Luthor's intentions, and he wanted to put aside cooperation with Bruce and hold him accountable instead.But he couldn't refute Luthor at all.

"No problem, Mr. President." Bruce said suddenly, and Clark looked back, not sure if he caught the confidence-like emotion in the other's eyes, which was almost too beautiful to be looked at directly-it was unbearable Rebellion is not to be questioned, and there seems to be some kind of uneasy decision brewing in Clark's heart. When he sees clearly that it seems to set off Bruce as a miracle of knowing everything, people can't help but feel awe at everything. When he is firm and admirable, he also seems to vaguely see some unpleasant determination and recklessness.

Then, within a few seconds, Bruce rolled over the unobstructed floor-to-ceiling windows without hesitation—and there was a wide and hard ground tens of meters below!

"Bruce——!!" Clark was caught in a moment of fear, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his instinct to save people had made him quickly move to the window, his pupils shrank sharply, and his fingers stretched out—— It was clear to him that he could have caught Bruce's arm just a little faster, or he could have even gone faster down the window and caught him.

However, just after these thoughts passed quickly, he also saw the fragmented but irresistible order of the fallen man: "No, Clark."

Then Clark found that he had stopped moving, and he watched Bruce fall from the tall building, his body was extremely stiff-then he lost Bruce in his ears-his friend's breathing (*3) .

Clark stood up staggeringly, he wasn't sure if his choice was right, he couldn't even believe that he had made this kind of decision, the overwhelming guilt caused by the shocking sense of responsibility flooded him, but some kind of force also made him Successfully woke up from this self-blame - his trust in Bruce.

Clark flew down smoothly, and his rationality told him that Bruce's approach was undoubtedly the most beneficial to them. Bruce's death could unilaterally stop Luthor's thoughts, and it was enough to stop the public from supporting this "privately tortured prisoners, The president who caused the other party to break down and commit suicide", if superpowers appeared at this moment, it would even allow the public to accept them faster, and this acceptance would lead to the universalization of the existence of supermen. Equal to ordinary people, people with superpowers are accepted and assimilated by society", and it will gradually spread, and a new era of heroes will come soon.

Rational analysis cannot prevent Clark's emotional conflict, but it has been able to make him face everything calmly.

"...no one can imagine what a strong will and a noble soul you had, and how strong that made you, and how you died of it, the best friend and kindest thing in the world Hired - Bruce Wayne. (*4)"

Clark read the eulogy dryly - behind him, the old man in a black suit silently stared at the cemetery with red eyes. A few hours ago, he complained about his young master's little He would not keep his promise, and he actually wanted to collect the bodies of two generations of the Wayne family, and then he cut off the topic suddenly, staring at the three tombstones motionlessly as he is now.

Clark folded the paper full of eulogy and put it in his underwear pocket, then he walked over to Alfred Pennyworth and hugged his aging body wrapped in heavy fabric.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pennyworth."

"No, there is no need to apologize." The old man said calmly, "Mr. Kent, you don't need to apologize. Please go home. After all, it is too rude for guests to accompany an old man to be sad."

Clark opened his mouth in vain, and he tried to turn around, but at this moment his ears received some mysterious information, and he was immediately shocked by a huge surprise, he tried to hear what his ears heard in detail. He tried to identify it again, but when he listened carefully, the sound disappeared again.

However, for Clark, this already explained everything. He couldn't suppress a smile, then he lowered his head and replied seriously and sincerely: "Don't worry, I'm going home now."

He turned around under Pennyworth's surprised look, and left almost half-floating in the air.

The old man watched all this, and returned a smile to Clark's back without comment, and left the lonely cemetery while continuing to complain.

The author has something to say:

(*1) Well, mechanics and ergonomics can be understood as Luthor is studying machine armor, and chemistry is studying kryptonite - we have hinted at details such as Iron Gate, Bruce and Luthor's dialogue - Biology It can be understood as the body structure of Kryptonians, various special cells, etc. Astronomy is that Dachao travels through the universe, and Luthor secretly took a telescope to follow (hey!).

(*2) Refers to the genetic mixing of humans and superpowers - cloning. For details, please refer to Xiaochao~

(*3) Please refer to "Batman Returns" for the specific situation of the master's suspended animation. In fact, I don't know how he came back from the dead.

(*4) Well, for the European and American eulogy, I completely refer to the situation where the three little birds read the eulogy for the master in "Battle for the Cloak". As for the format, it is a bit weird... I think so too! (dirt)

Well, so that's the end, as for whether the master is dead or not... Don't remind me that this is a HE...

Well, and the foreshadowing in some places seems unclear, which means that the story is not over, that is the story after they become Superman and Batman, everyone can make up for the next plot~

Let's sort out the outline and post it tomorrow night, eh~

The following revisions and episodes will be released at the same time, and they will be updated tomorrow!I tried to keep it within four chapters. I originally planned to treat it as a new article, but I thought I couldn’t find the plot for a long time, so I had to say sorry to my friends and make it a side story.

The new article still has to be pondered (vicissitudes face)

And Ouyang Mo Xinda was finally updated...and then went to conceive Xiao Moxin again...Jiu Che, you are making a fuss! ! ! !I've been waiting for you until my heart is broken! ! ! ! (Background sound: Come back quickly - I can't bear it alone -!) (Floating away)