[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I was a bat

Superman will always escape, either today or tomorrow, not to mention the crisis of the earth has always been there.

People can't count on Batman and the remaining superheroes forever, Bruce Wayne is getting old, and because he is an important public figure, he actually had to give up Batman's vigilante status in the later period, after all, wearing a uniform on the street is not enough Someone taking pictures of you and calling you by your real name, and soldiers stepping up to protect you, are also ridiculous things.

When Batman becomes an icon, he can only be an icon, a friendly icon that even Lucius persuades him to put a smile on his face, look, what a joke.

In addition to helping the government maintain peace, managing the Wayne Group, or proving that he is still alive in public, he would rather spend more time outside the Red Sun Room, even watching Superman stare at him is a rare peace.

Bu Yichao's temper is as bad as ever. At first, he would beat the special transparent wall and yell at Bruce, who suspected that the small town boy had cursed all the dirty words he had known all his life.

Later, he finally realized that this kind of behavior had no effect on Batman at all, and he seemed very stupid, and he would be very tired without super power bonuses.So, he glared at Bruce instead, and picked on the pain of the other party, using sarcastic words to poke the other party's heartache.

How much trust and understanding you had in the past, how easy it is to hurt now.

He'd talk about the deaths of the Waynes, every nightmare Bruce had as a child, the deaths of Alfred and Dick, Damian's betrayal, and his past when he was banished and abandoned by almost the entire Zhenglian...

["I once dreamed that a group of bats surrounded me, lifted me up and flew towards the entrance of the cave, but I felt that I was sinking, and then when I opened my eyes, I saw the pearl necklace falling from my mother's neck." In a certain After the first battle, Batman leaned against Superman and said softly, and Superman patted him on the shoulder with a broad and warm palm. 】

"Do you still dream about bats now, Bruce? You still can't forget how your parents died, can you? Even now that people think of you as a monkey, guess if you knew it when you were a child, you wouldn't You're the one who wants to die?" Superman sarcastically sarcastically.

[On the night before Christmas, Dick, who was only 12 years old, waited for Santa Claus at the window. Of course, what he didn’t know was that the gift prepared by Bruce had been quietly placed under the tree by the fireplace, and he could get it when he woke up tomorrow. arrive.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep." Bruce urged with a frown. He still had to watch the night today, and the criminals would not have a holiday because of Christmas.

"I'm waiting for Santa Claus." "There is no such thing as Santa Claus." The father and son said at the same time.

Maybe Dick knew that his adoptive father was right, and everyone would be a little stubborn when he was a child. The child pouted, turned his head to look out the window, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Santa Claus——"

The red dot fell from the sky and slowly enlarged, but it was not the old man with the white beard, but a handsome young alien.White snow fell on his bright red cloak, his heroic eyebrows, his slender eyelashes, and even the little curly hair.

"I'm here to give the gift." The Kryptonian smiled, as warm as a bright yellow flame in a fireplace.Batman naturally scoffed at this. After all, they had only known each other for two years, and their relationship was far from that good.

"Merry Christmas, Bruce, and Merry Christmas, Dick." Superman delivered the pie so uninspired that Batman could even smell the rich apple cinnamon aroma inside the box. 】

Superman leaned against the wall, wearing an ugly white prison uniform, his handsome and extraordinary face was full of distorted resentment: "If you want me to say, I don't blame Damian for killing Dick, he didn't mean it, but you did it, yeah You're still Dick's. How many Robins died because of you for adopting him and putting him in this danger knowing what would happen if you followed him?"

The devil whispered softly: "You obviously don't know how to raise children, but you still want to kill one after another. Doesn't it feel good to see them willing to sacrifice for you? You love the clown so much that you let him do whatever he wants, even Indulge him to kill my child!"

All the memories are warm and bright yellow, filtering through Bruce's mind over and over again, deepening the impression of every detail, but the lunatic in front of him is also so real, the familiar eyebrows and eyes, and the more familiar craziness.

"Carl..." he called out, with a mournful sigh.

Superman squinted his eyes, turned and ignored him.He knew that bad words had no effect on Batman, not to mention those words that hurt Bruce also stabbed in his own heart, after all, he also had the same memory.

Of course he remembered the gentle whispers in his ears after the battle, Batman seldom showed weakness, but when he talked about his nightmares, people just wanted to give him a hug; he also remembered that Christmas, he was so excited Watching the pie made by mother and visiting Bat's house, the boy at the window cheered from afar, and the black-haired man standing next to the boy raised his eyes, allowing the Kryptonian to look into the calm and rich deep blue in an instant... …

Then in the next moment, Louise in a pool of blood and the destroyed city replaced those warm-toned memories.

Followed by the majestic, there is endless hatred.

The man was sitting outside the red sun room, quietly flipping through the book in his hand, as if he was in prison with him.But Superman knows that all this is an illusion, and Batman just wants to feel at ease, because he feels guilty.

A Brainiac might not be able to use Superman, but when he decided to make trouble with Darkseid, the government naturally had a headache. It has been seven years since Superman was imprisoned, and they all said that Seven is a magical Numbers, seven years is enough for a politician to forget the past disaster and decide to release Superman to meet the enemy again.

Maybe they thought they could control Superman, with that so-called "inhibitor".

Batman is old. Although he is not even 50 years old, his body is full of scars. His spine alone was broken twice. The first time was repaired by technology and the last time by magic.He has aged very much these years, and there are more and more white hairs on his temples. Although he is equally sharp, the president does not want to listen to him.

"You can't control him, you can only irritate him." Bruce frowned.

"Maybe you have a better way to deal with the invaders, Batman?" The Secretary of State sneered.

The Dark Knight squinted his eyes. Of course he knew how unreliable these politicians were, and he was crazy to believe them.If they can, they can sell themselves in minutes, or sell Superman to Darkseid.

Batman may be old, but he's still the seemingly invincible knight.

He tried his best to triumph in all forces, and he coldly monitored the Superman who left the prison with a "suppressor" around his neck.In the end, the heroes won again, and even Superman enjoyed the long-lost cheer and glory.

Batman, in his battered uniform, does the last job of making sure Darkseid and Brainiac never return.Before leaving, the Dark Lord asked a word: "You know that all this is in vain. Although I can't predict the future, I can see that your death is approaching."

He thought for a while, and then said, "But death is a kind gift to you, Batman."

Batman ignored him and handed over to the government department. After the battle, he was in pain all over his body and his uniform was badly damaged.After all, it was dealing with Darkseid and Brainiac, and it wasn't just some random little character.

He was too tired to dodge the shot to his neck.

It would not take more than half a minute for the main artery to bleed to death. Although Bruce covered the wound for the first time, and instinctively reached for the hemostatic gel in the universal belt with the other hand, another sniper bullet arrived again, passing through the wounded body of Darkseid. The shattered breastplate directly hit the lungs, and even produced a thin mist of blood.

No, this is not Superman's means.If it was Superman, or Princess and Aquaman, they would have preferred to wrench his neck with their own hands, rather than let humans ambush him and kill him with such a conspiracy.

No matter how much their former companions' temperaments have changed, their behavior style still retains the original habits.

That's the government doing it themselves, why should they get rid of themselves?If he was afraid that his influence would be too high, he would have killed him a few years ago, unless...Superman was out of control, and those politicians were out of fear...

"No." He clutched his neck, the blood spurting from the black gloves couldn't be suppressed at all, Bruce moaned softly, his eyes were a little loose, "No...don't provoke him..."

Then, finally, he stopped moving.

The soldiers around Batman finally dared to walk up with their guns. The heroic legends they have always been in awe of, the night monsters in Gotham ghost stories, are nothing but flesh and blood that can be killed by bullets.

The soldiers felt a little ridiculous, after all, everything was too simple.

It turns out that Batman really is a mortal.

The suppressor did restrict Superman's actions at the beginning, but these were temporary. On Darkseid's mothership, he successfully broke free from this restraint, but he deliberately did not take off the "dog necklace".

When it's all over and Bruce is busy with the handover, he flies off to the damned politicians who brought him this thing, and crushes the suppressor in front of them.

The terrified and trembling appearance of the other party is really gratifying, and the anger that Superman has held back for many years finally has a place to vent.

But he didn't want to do it so quickly, he wanted to hear how the president begged for mercy.

"That's not what I meant," said the president hastily.

Superman sneered mockingly: "Batman wouldn't come up with such a stupid idea, he wouldn't think that he could control me with a collar."

"Please let me atone for my crimes, and I will dedicate your enemies to you." The vice president said suddenly.

The words were abrupt, but Superman's heart moved, it was an ominous premonition.

... Enemy, what enemy?

This is actually a kind of double insurance. The vice president didn't agree with the suppressor project at first, but he can't call the shots. The way to save your life——

Kill Batman, kill Superman's greatest enemy and worry.

Of course, he was not the vice president seven years ago, but the president promoted him only after the top executives were almost dead.Naturally, he didn't know about the messy things about Superman and Batman... Maybe Superman really wanted to kill Batman, but he definitely wouldn't want someone else to kill him.

Batman's last words before his interim were obviously a warning to them: don't provoke him, don't stimulate the crazy Superman.

However, the Vice President sent Batman's body anyway, still wearing the battered suit of armor, the blood from the neck and lungs soaked in the black metal, looking so bright that it hurts the eyes.

Superman couldn't believe his eyes, those sky blue eyes even began to heat up and redden.Of course, it's not about crying, but about giving out hot stares from excitement.

He turned his head slowly, gritted his teeth and growled, "What did you do?! What did you do to him?"

Others in the office died quickly and benevolently, but Superman cut several of the Vice President's veins, sending him bleeding to the door as he crawled toward the door, seemingly seeking help.

Superman ignored the doomed man, but bent down and removed the bat uniform, revealing the flesh and blood under the mask.Blood stained the white hair on the temples, and Bruce frowned before dying.

Cold, pale, lifeless.

"Bruce." He said softly, covering the shocking wound with his hand, "See what you got for your persistence?"

Superman closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, they were blood red.

"I will avenge you..."

"Bruce, my best friend."