[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

"So, where do we start." Clark held a stack of notes in his hand, with questions written in beautiful fonts.

Alfred put an exquisite bone china teacup in front of everyone, poured the freshly brewed strong tea into the teacup, and the aroma immediately filled the whole living room, taking away some of the tiredness of the night.

"Great," Bruce said, rubbing the space between his brows. "There's nothing better than sitting in a circle at the table and answering the teacher's question papers like kids in preschool."

The old butler glanced at him.

"I mean, it might be a good way to get to know each other," Bruce corrected.

Satisfied, Alfred put down the last plate of cookies in front of him.

"Introduce yourself and tell me some of your strengths." Clark pulled out one of them and read, "Mr. Pennyworth, where did you extract these questions from?"

"How to Get Children to Get Along with You" said the old butler, "a top ten bestseller that has been reprinted more than 30 times. I have collected its deluxe hardcover edition and read it often. I find it very inspiring to solve some attitude problems. .”

Bruce leaned back on the couch with folded arms, determined not to say a word.

Clark moved uneasily.

"What, Big Blue, is your ass on fire?" Oliver said, it was really hard for the most powerful man in the world to do such childish behavior in his hot uniform.

"It's not fair. If we have to answer these things, I suggest Bruce come first." Clark sat up straight, his cloak was made of unknown material, and there was no wrinkle in it.

"So it's Bruce now," Batman said darkly, "but Mr. Wayne would rather talk about his satellite."

"Gentlemen, we can't sit around till dawn," Diana pointed out. "If you want to continue arguing, you might as well settle things down and then make the most of it."

Freya stuffed a piece of blueberry biscuit into her mouth, and the old butler thoughtfully added three times as much sugar to her portion.

"How about talking about these photos before talking about the satellites." Clark pulled out from nowhere the photos that had been mailed to the newspaper, with the words "Executor," "Judger," and "Executioner."

Bruce froze for a moment, then sighed. "We'll talk about that later, but right now I have something for you to see."

He got up and took a thin and light laptop from the desk.Press a button, and the picture on the screen is projected into the air by the whole system.

"This is the information found in Luthor's information system." Bruce opened these folders, full of life records of various superhumans.Finally his fingers rested on a folder marked with a double "W" and his eyes turned to Diana questioningly.

"If what's in it concerns me," the Amazon smiled, "please."

Bruce opened the folder and pulled out an old photo from it.It was taken in Belgium, in November 1918.

All eyes were on that photo.

"It's been almost 100 years, but you haven't changed at all." Oliver sighed. "It's not the first time I've seen something like this, but it still shocks me."

"It belonged to a friend of mine," said Diana softly, without replying, "a faithful friend who sang for us in the midst of the war. Perhaps after his death the picture circulated , and now I know its whereabouts—Luthor has taken my treasure."

Her gaze passed through the old photos, as if she had returned to a long time ago. "I left the human world 100 years ago and found that I could do nothing to their inner desires. When I was young, I believed that Ares tempted people, turning their goodness into violent/chaotic evil, and war taught It taught me more, and it taught me that while there are utterly good people among human beings, it is beyond God's reach to change this greedy world."

Bruce said. "god."

"I am the daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of Paradise Island, a descendant of the Amazons, and Zeus is my father." Diana said, "I killed my brother Ares shortly after this photo was taken. Although I Never claimed to be a god for a day, but the legends say otherwise."

"Zeus? Ares?" Oliver asked. "That Zeus, that Ares? Are you telling me that Zeus is your father?"

Diana looked at him calmly.

"I need tranquilizers, Bruce." Green Arrow took a deep breath. "You don't happen to have some."

Freya smiled.

"Great, now we have Norse gods on Earth, as well as Greek gods." Bruce snorted. "What's next? God?"

"God is not real." Freya and Diana said in unison.

"Great tragedy." Oliver said, "How will I face heretics in the future."

"You can cry with Clark." Freya said coldly, "Clark still goes to church every Sunday, and the priests in the community regard him as God's most beloved son."

"Freya!" Clark protested.

"Oh, that's wonderful, a Kryptonian who believes in God," Bruce deadpanned, "I just said something was missing."

"I didn't know Batman was racist," Clark muttered.

"So, the superhumans that Luthor revealed to you are just the tip of the iceberg, and there may be more in his data disk." Freya turned the topic back, "We can't hope that Luthor doesn't know how to deal with them , isn't it? The forces behind the werewolves took the data, and maybe they will soon turn their finger on superhumans. The news just came out of Twitter, the Avengers announced that the incident was not a standardized biological research institute The corpses of werewolves must have been taken by them."

"Don't expect them to take out what S.H.I.E.L.D. has eaten in." Oliver said, "Fortunately, I took something from Redbeard, and Batman almost exploited him all over."

"At least we know what we can use against Superman, and this kind of stone is dropped everywhere on the earth." Bruce said, "In fact, I made hundreds of copies of Kryptonite the night I got it. plan."

Clark stared at Batman with a "you must be kidding me" look.

"So, this explains why Luthor put you on both ends of the Colosseum." Freya said, "Luthor is matching the superheroes by his own standards."

They were silent for a while.

"This state must be ended." For a moment, Bruce said, "Given the current situation, we can no longer act independently. In order to deal with unknown enemies, a group is necessary."

"Wait, as far as I know, the Avengers have no plans to expand their enrollment in the short term, and there are no mutants among us," Oliver said.

"I'm not suggesting we become Avengers, Ollie." Bruce shot him a bat's death ray, "I'm suggesting we form a new alliance."

"This will prevent us from killing each other because of the lack of information." Clark agreed, "It's just that it's not easy to find metahumans. I can hear the wings of butterflies on the other side of the world, but even so, I often find it difficult to notice what's special about someone."

"I also think this is a good idea." Freya said, "We can't take the risk of dragging other superhero groups into it, so that the crime of superpowers cannot be solved, and the current order will collapse in an instant."

Diana was thoughtful, but she didn't immediately deny it.Only Oliver showed disapproval.

"I don't think you can make such a decision, Freya." Oliver looked at her, "You've gone too far beyond yourself." His gaze briefly rested on Freya's neck for a moment. "I received a message from the universe yesterday, maybe you will be interested in taking a look."

Freya's face changed slightly.

"I don't want to watch it," she said. "If he thinks it's serious, he'll come see me himself."

Oliver sneered. "How many times?" he asked.

Freya subconsciously clenched her necklace tightly.

"Answer me, Freya, and tell everyone about this sacred number," Oliver said.

Freya finally spoke. "239," she said.

"239," Oliver repeated, "I'm really surprised you're staying here so peacefully. When I want you to be a part of this, I want you to be able to protect yourself from the coming storm , instead of directly rolling yourself into the center of the storm, let alone standing on the stormy sea and watching the storm form."

"How many times, what does it mean?" Clark's blue eyes flashed with concern.

Freya pursed her lips.

After a while, she managed to remove her necklace from her neck.There seems to be fine ink flowing in the green gemstone, forming a series of numbers from time to time.

"You've been wearing this necklace," Clark pointed out.

"It's a... gift," Freya said. "Vardeo, it's like a guardianship facility, in your terms."

"Protect your personal safety?" Bruce asked suddenly.

Freya's eyes gleamed liquid gold in the light, and she stared at Bruce for a moment, then said, "No, it's meant to protect other people from me."

"Your clan put a monitor on you." Bruce laughed inexplicably, "and 239 represents..."

"I have been involved in conflicts on Earth 239 times." Freya said, "To be more precise, I have hurt Earth citizens as many as 239 times. I am actually very surprised why so far my instructors have not Didn't come to see me."

"Your what?" Clark said, as if suspecting something was wrong with his super hearing.

"My instructor." Freya looked at him with illiterate eyes, "I'm trying to explain this in the language of the earth. It's like a... internship? It's just going to last quite a long time A period of time. On my planet, students who have successfully graduated from the First Academy will be assigned to different sectors for hundreds to thousands of years of travel. We are expected to learn about different civilizations, and as much as possible Documenting the development of these civilizations in preparation for filling the planet's largest... museum? library? call it what you will."

"Sector?" Clark asked curiously.

"A way to divide the universe." Freya said, "Every class of graduates will be taken to Oa Planet to receive assignments, and my internship instructor suggested that I come here. I can't say more about these things many."

They nodded understandingly.

"So you came to the earth to record the civilization of the earth." Bruce raised his eyebrows. "There is still no explanation why you need to wear protective measures. It sounds like your species has an exaggerated confidence in its own strength."

Maybe it was their illusion, but Freya seemed to blushed slightly. "Not everyone needs that," she cleared her throat, "it's just that ours is a little special."

"Extremely aggressive?" Oliver snorted.

Freya glared at him. "We especially hate all acts of injustice and crime, which usually produce some physiological reactions, such as involuntary throwing into battle, and protective measures can force me to restrain my nature." She hesitated, her voice lowered a little, "It's not a badge of honor, it's more like a wake-up call to the number of times I've changed history and imposed the necessary punishment for each violation."

Bruce's expression turned serious.

"Come on," Oliver couldn't stand it anymore, and broke the stage, "You pestered me to call the green light every day for the 10th time and cried in pain, and when the 50th time, you swore that you would quit the stink of seeing injustice , At the 100th time, I began to worry about whether I would become the worst graduate of the school. Now, at 239 times, you are rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and you are planning to join a new organization. Make trouble."

"I, no, have cried!" Freya said.

With a snigger, she turned her head viciously.

Superman put his head down and started playing with his fingers.