Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Had a great dinner with Dr. Banner.Superman flew straight from the North Pole to Gotham after confirming repeatedly that the Doctor could be alone (with the robots).

Clark doesn't like Gotham.

The rain here is always too heavy, and it is always gloomy and there is no sunny day... He even feels that the air in Gotham is not good enough, and the moon is not bright enough.

Clark really doesn't like Gotham.

The gloom of the city is too pungent.

... The crimes in this city are taken for granted.

There was a thunder.

Lightning illuminates the profile of Superman.He couldn't see his face clearly.

Gotham is no match for Bruce Wayne.

But Gotham made Batman.

Superman and the gargoyle stare out at the dripping Sin City.The storm came so suddenly that there was hardly a pedestrian on the street... Even the lights in this city were extremely dim, and Superman could guess who embezzled the electricity bill.

He stared at the city.It seems that only at this time his friend's Gotham looks like a real city that exists under the rule of law.Only when the storm sweeps the streets empty, can someone pray for a good night's sleep tonight...

Superman stares at Gotham.

He felt that he might indeed hate the city.

………………

The red cloak seemed to have not realized that he was already behind him.

So Batman really doesn't mind observing Superman for a while.

Bruce Wayne behind the mask stared at the tall alien's back.

He often has delusions.He hoped it was just an illusion.

He felt that Kent hated the whole world.

. . . every time he sees Superman, his gut screams like crazy at him.That intuition wanted him to stay away, to analyze, to destroy—that Kryptonian’s smile was so false, that Kryptonian’s kindness smelled rotten—he had seen too many madmen, he had witnessed too much madness…

He stays away.He analyzes.He cannot be destroyed.

The enemy is indestructible.

"Go for it yourself." Batman emerged from the shadows.The voice is steady and calm.His eyes were glued to the red cloak.Until Superman turned around and gave him a gentle and trusting smile.

Discomfort made Bruce frown behind the mask.

Superman is indestructible.

"I'm the one who troubled you to find someone... I'm already very grateful for the face you've given me." That smile was flawless.The kindness overflowed enough to overflow him.Another thunderbolt lit up Kent's face, allowing Batman to see the smile more clearly.

"It's impossible for you to take the initiative to contact me, right? That's why I'm here... Is the date chosen okay? Doesn't it delay your work?"

Bruce Wayne looked at Superman's trusting, gentle, innocent smile.

...Superman is indestructible.

Batman couldn't help but laugh.His heart is heavy.This was the first time that an enemy cherished him as a companion—he didn't understand, he didn't understand where the other party's confidence and trust came from...but he didn't intend to question it.But he will never refuse.But he... can't help it.

Usually he will never admit that he is helpless.

But Superman... is indestructible.

The only good thing for Batman is that Clark Kent hasn't really gone mad yet.

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"I checked the files in all the police stations in the east for you." Batman walked to the main console wetly, and Alfred raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.Mr. Butler couldn't complain about the host at this time, so he had to pour a cup of black tea for the guest. "Nothing. No death certificate, no prison records. I followed his credit card and checked the spending records... He has been missing for 18 months."

"Dr. Banner said he was with Mr. Jones before his last transformation." Superman immediately provided the exclusive information he had just received. "At that time, the people who followed them didn't look like government officials. Banner lost news of Mr. Jones after his transformation, and then he wandered alone for a while before he was discovered and taken into custody again."

Batman raised his eyebrows, and didn't ask how Hulk escaped in the transformation that Jones disappeared-in short, the clue is very clear this time.Excluding the worst possibility: 'Hulk killed Charles Jones', the most likely possibility is that Jones was taken away by the same group who wanted to steal Hulk.What a helpless idiot, it's impossible to take the Hulk away without upsetting the authorities.Are the thieves too stupid, or is their goal originally the people around the Hulk?

...then a small chewing sound interrupted Batman's train of thought, causing him to frown...Bruce Wayne glanced at the reflective patchwork material in front of the main console and saw Clark Kent looking at his butler Smiling and nodding...

——He actually started to eat it.

There's really nothing Batman can do about it—maybe because he's young, too, maybe because he's weighed down by the trust of those he guards.He really has nothing to do with Superman—he is only one year older than Kent, but whenever he faces this guy’s friendly expression and retreating words—he always has the illusion that he is bullying the small— —

"...Have you finished eating?"

...In the end, Batman could only resent this sentence angrily.

"The sweetness is just right, your butler is a genius." "Oh, you're awesome, sir. If the rain isn't an issue, I can pack some for you—"

…Finally, Batman hissed silently during the 'warm' conversation between the two.

Damn Kryptonians.

"So you friend." He put the emphasis on 'friend'. "Did you tell me where he was when he transformed last time?"

"...that's where the problem lies." Superman's tone became a little weird and serious. "...he couldn't remember where the most critical transformation was, but the second time he woke up...he found himself in a small town in Afghanistan."

Batman raised an eyebrow.

"Wow." He sighed dryly. "That may be a little troublesome."

Hearing Batman's unsurprised exclamation, Superman almost couldn't help laughing.What can stop Batman?nonexistent--

Alfred couldn't help but looked up at the silently smiling friendly young man again.His young master is still unwilling to take off his mask and cape in front of others... But seriously, what is the atmosphere like at this moment?He really wanted to laugh at Master Bruce's dishonesty, really wanted to laugh...

But, hey.But isn't that... friendship?Master...?

………………

Clark was dreaming.

No white light, no debris.No pain, no joy.

This is his own dream.It's just a dream.He flew back to Metropolis from Gotham in the rain, to his rented house... no sirens, no screams.So Superman lay down on the bed, thinking that he would just lie down like a normal person and wait until dawn.But he was dreaming, and he started his own dream.

He heard electricity.He heard his own roar.

Ah, he remembered.

He remembered that he had questioned loudly, he remembered that he had trembled all over.That was a year ago.A year ago... a lot happened.

He heard the robot's sneer without emotion.

'Your father... your father.Ha ha.Cal, your father, Jor-El, the orphan.That mindless monster.That megalomaniac. '

He was startled and angry.

'He's really sharp, isn't he?It was he who led the exile of Zod's family, he was the one who noticed my concealment, and even he detected that Krypton was about to be destroyed... He almost threatened me.What a terrible man.Ha ha. '

'But you know what's funny?Karl?Krypton's technology is advanced enough, but the people are just as ignorant.You know, if your father hadn't been so lofty, so arrogant, so capable... If he hadn't exiled a general, he might have saved Krypton.do you understand?Karl? '

His mind went blank.

'And you are the same now...you can't kill me...'

He had torn the robot's chest open.

He had torn the robot's head off.

The sound of the electric current was so harsh.It made his madness seem so empty.

'Carl, Carl.You are just like them. '

' Same...stupid.as weak. '

On Braniac's broken head, the only remaining electronic eye was flashing green.

In the dream, he once again burned through the snake slough of his old enemy.He wailed, but was powerless to stop the artificial intelligence from escaping.

Really useless.It's really useless.Useless useless useless.He let him go.He let his nemesis get away -- he let go of Braniac, his genocide.He let go of the killer who killed his blood relatives.

Really useless.

—Clark opened his eyes.

He was frozen in his bed.The strength of clenching his fists seemed to break his own finger bones.He was not trembling, he was not angry.There was no emotion left in his heart...he stared blankly at the ceiling.

It couldn't hurt him anymore.

He... didn't allow himself to be easily shaken by the dream.

Clark Kent stiffened.He struggled to straighten up, forcing himself to sit up on the bed.He folded his arms in this dark hut.Let the empty and broken emotions collide back and forth in my mind... the aftertaste seems to be hatred, it seems to be fear.But he didn't throw in the towel.But he doesn't want to give in...

The clown's laughing face flashed in his mind, and his own hand piercing his chest appeared in his mind.

That taste is so hearty, so heart-piercing.

He doesn't want to be like that.

He thought of his friend.his natural enemy.The darkness of his light, the evil of his good.His knight, his executioner... Batman.Batman, Bruce.Has he found out?Found that there is no such green stone in this world?Finding that nothing in this world can hurt him Superman...?

...Why did it become like this?Why no constraints, why no weaknesses?He knew his madness, he knew his... danger.He subscribed to those secret laws.He was even willing to agree with Luthor...but why?Why is it that he is the only one who can stop him now...?

why?

... Kent sat alone for a long time.

Come on, son of Jor-El, the world hasn't done you any harm.

The world hasn't done anything bad to him yet.

Superman was silent in the dark night.He was silent for a long time.Eventually he soars into the night sky...Superman silently patrols his city.metropolis.Where he grew up, where he took root.

it does not matter.Clark.

It's still going to be a normal day.

The former small town boy comforted himself in a low voice.