Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

you're awake.

You can always come at the critical moment.You always wanted to be my rein...but Bruce.Dear Batman, this time I don't want to stop...

Superman's movements did not stop.Superman continued to fold his arms.The clown in his arms was not awake, but began to struggle subconsciously... Batman called out twice.But Superman still didn't stop.

—he didn't want to stop.

Bruce Wayne struggled to roll over, realizing that words alone would never stop Superman.He realized that Kal-El was in a rage... The Dark Knight was lying on the ground, the man squeezed into his wound.He coughed, and then threw a bat dart.

Ha... how sad.Deal with the god of the world, deal with the strongest person on earth.He just threw a dart again.

The hidden weapon cast in the shape of a bat pierced through the air.This scene is actually kind of funny.The funnyness that belongs to the two of them alone... Along with that dart, Bruce Wayne also briefly fell into memory.

Their first meeting.Funny, weird first meeting...how could he not remember?How could he not be impressed by it?

Clark Kent, Superman.The Metropolitan reporter with those twinkling blue eyes .

...What did the Kryptonian say then?

'It's simply my pleasure, Batman's Batarang?Can I ask you for another autograph? '

'I'm here for you, I'm Superman. '

——How funny, how...

He knew it then.He felt it then.Bruce looked at Clark's twinkling, desperate and excited eyes at that time...he knew it then.

He knew that Superman was close to madness.

...he had been terrified of it.He used to feel uneasy about it.He had felt that Superman must have some purpose, some terrible plan...but no, no.The truth is not that... the truth is sadder and more terrifying than that.

—something hurt him.Something had broken him... He had been beaten without knowing it.He's just suffering from a heart disease like a mortal... he's sick.

Bruce Wayne has always known.

Superman is sick.

...and Earth's antidepressants probably won't work for him.So he let this go.So he also chose to avoid it... Now the consequences are coming.Now retribution has come to the door.He hid for too long, so retribution came.

Batman looks at Superman by the window.He looked at the Kryptonian who lightly grabbed the dart again...Superman's face was hidden under the moon, blurred.

Just like it has always been...he has always been so mysterious.

Clark grabbed the batarang.He also froze briefly.He also thought of the first meeting between the two of them...the funny, reckless, funny...self who had nowhere to go.

—he had asked Batman for help.

But he, but Superman... was never believable enough.pity.

They were silent for a long time.So long that Superman forgot that he was still holding the Joker.So long that Batman thought he had really given up.But in the end, the 'good' memories didn't directly change the reality.

"Seriously? Again?"

Clark smiled slightly.There was no dissatisfaction in his tone.The Kryptonians seemed completely back to normal.It seems that he is still as friendly and considerate as before... But everything at this moment is not an illusion after all.Batman's scalp was still numb.He noticed that Superman didn't let go of the Joker.There is no plan to let go of him.

He can smell it.

Bruce Wayne stared at Clark Kent intently.

He could smell madness and despair.

...but what was driving him to do this?What is it that makes him so...

"Calm down, calm down, Superman."

He comforted in a deep voice.But there was a bit of guilt in the small town boy's smile.Bruce's heart almost stops beating at his reply.

"Sorry b, I really didn't want you to witness this."

...he didn't want to stop.He won't stop.He is not impulsive.He did it on purpose.Superman knew the consequences, and Clark had made a decision—

no.Absolutely, no!

"But I still"

"No! I tell you to put him down, let him go! Superman, don't do something stupid! Don't make yourself regret—"

No one could hear the concern hidden in his words.Batman's voice was still majestic and terrifying, even though he was seriously injured... and Superman laughed when he listened to Batman's advice.

Superman's smile contained no hint of sarcasm.His laughter is still sweet.The Kryptonian laughed alone in the still night.He is like a child who discovered a hidden treasure, like a fan who heard a classic line:

"I knew you'd say that. You'd definitely say that...hahaha. That's your style, b. That's Batman, isn't it?"

You sound like a teacher who scares students, like a parent who scares children.But I am not your student, and I am not under your guardianship... Actually, we are not that close.

This bitter truth made Superman's smile even more bitter.But Clark Kent has indeed calmed down—he can indeed think about all of this calmly...but he still has a hard time convincing himself why he doesn't do this.

—Because after all, after all, what's wrong with doing it?Knowing how bad the worst could be...why didn't I kill him? b?

And you can rest assured.You can rest assured, I have also witnessed my own horror... Of course I will avoid those endings? ... I would never hurt you, I would never hurt a friend.I will never sully 'justice'.

I know what I'm doing.real.

Clark lowered his head again.There was no dissatisfaction in his expression.There is no trace of being provoked.Superman still looks like the most considerate friend ever.His expression is still gentle...

Mildly scary.It's so thoughtful that you just want to tremble.

Clark stared down at the Joker.Once again he straightened his victim.And with light force, he pinched and broke the criminal's collarbone.This made the seriously injured mortal tremble a few times, but he still couldn't wake up.

"I won't regret it. b."

The young man's voice is still soft.But Batman was left dumbfounded.The man swallowed the non-existent saliva, and clenched his fists.But the index finger of his left hand spread a piercing pain, reminding this mortal that he was broken.

"Enough...enough Karl. Enough. If you want to punish him, that's enough."

He comforted him calmly and naturally.And struggling to get up - his whole body was aching.But that won't stop Batman... nothing can stop him now.

"Don't let him get your hands dirty, Superman. Don't let his blood stain your robes..."

Bruce Wayne's deep voice softened a lot.If Dick Grayson had been there, the kid would have danced—not even with his thirteen-year-old Robin, he had never been so gentle.

Mortals try their best to persuade God.

"I know. I know, Superman."

"You don't really think so. You don't really want to kill him that much. You've never been so reckless..."

"I know, I know this is not what you want, this is not the justice you crave. You were never the type to do that..."

Clark listened quietly to his partner's reassurance.Quiet as if dead.

'You've never been the type to do that. '

Ha ha.It seems you don't know me well enough. b.

Superman listened in silence.Hearing the last two laughs.He finally raised his head again.He turned his eyes away from the clown who could melt steel, and turned to Batman who had stood up by his will.

...his face is still very handsome.Full of killing intent but not the slightest distortion.The moonlight coated him with a layer of cold blue film, making him even more extraordinary.

"You know what I saw, b?"

But the voice of the god on earth trembled slightly.

His tone was that of a child who had witnessed a car accident.So helpless, so sad.His cold blue eyes looked at his friend painfully.Like a terminally ill patient who refuses to give up, begging for help.

He looked so vulnerable, so...overwhelmed.

"I saw your Robin. I saw the kid on the floor..."

The young man's voice was almost crying.

I saw this lunatic implant my pregnant wife with a detonator, and I saw this lunatic trick me into killing Louis and destroying Metropolis with my own hands.

That was a nightmare.I'd rather it be just a nightmare.

...anger, pain, puzzlement, hatred.Cold emotion radiated from Clark Kent as if it had substance.And poured perfectly into Bruce Wayne's body.

"I saw your performance this night, I saw those unreasonable scars... He just wants to torture you, doesn't he? He only wants you to beg for mercy, he only wants you to suffer... He is not even willing to just kill you about you."

His voice was filled with hatred.Every word is spelled with gritted teeth.

I see you in anger, in despair, in grief.I heard that Barbara was in a wheelchair, I heard that Jason lost his life... you know what?do you know bruceYour sadness - the sadness of you who are so good at hiding your emotions... can break my heart too.

——And the most terrifying and respectable thing about you... is that even if your heart is broken to the extreme, you are still extremely strong.

No.

No.

But I can't.I can not do it.Bruce.Feel sorry.I am not as strong as you...but I am also braver than you.

I'm very sorry.

The smile on Superman's face was unbelievably ugly.He looked at his best friend.Looking at the Batman standing in the dark.

They call me a god among men.Call me God-given Son.call me hero.call me superman.

They are wrong.

"It makes no sense."

"It shouldn't happen again."

But I am still braver than you - I have the courage to change all this.

I have the courage to change the world.

Goodbye, nightmare.

... Bruce Wayne was just silent when he heard the words.But Superman has made up his mind.The matter is irreversible.Clark almost couldn't wait to do it.

He has touched the 'key'.He's about to open the door - he guesses he'll get out of the nightmare.He doesn't want to be the 'best'... because he just can't.

He can't be the perfect 'Superman', and he doesn't want to be the worst ruler...but he can still be himself.

Be himself.

Kal-El's eyes had ignited.

………………

——but then a helmet flew towards him.The thing hit him on the shoulder, and it didn't hurt, but it still prevented him from killing.

... There was no way this would stop him.This could not shake his determination... He was ready to break with Batman.He was thought to be able to bear it all...

but not.It's not like that.

... Kal-El's super brain suddenly went blank.All his attention was attracted by this harmless 'hidden weapon'.

The Kryptonian watched in astonishment as the bat helmet rolled around a few times, and finally fell to the corner of the fish tank.

...the bat helmet.

Superman, who tore off his cloak, raised his head blankly.Looking at Batman who lost his helmet.

Clark Kent stared blankly at Bruce Wayne standing in the darkness.

that mortal.

... The man who was only one year older than him had a calm face, and there were still bruises on his handsome face.He looked very worn out and tired.There is no trace of elegance and ease.

But Mr. Wayne's eyes remained firm.His expression still contained no weakness at all.

Bruce's blue eyes may not be as bright as Clark's, but they are much stronger than his.

"Clark."

...his false best friend, pronounced his name.

Mild, tired, heavy.

"Stop making excuses for yourself. Stop kidding yourself."

"……let it go."

…………

Clark looked at Bruce in bewilderment.He barely understood what the other person was saying.

But Bruce just looked back with Shen Yi.Clark suddenly realized he wasn't going to talk anymore.It dawned on him that this was all his friend meant - he would give no more explanations - always, always!The one he was always asked for, he was always, he was always...can stop because of him...

He is Batman.

"...that's weird, that's weird. Why do you think I'm lying to myself? How can you say that? You don't believe any of this?"

"You don't believe I wanted to kill him?"

The voice of the strongest man in the world is trembling.But the mortals who confronted him were still extremely firm.

"No. Clark. I mean... stop making excuses for crushing a living person."

Mr. Wayne's calm words broke Clark again.

"Stop pretending it's all for the world, for Gotham...for me."

"No one asked you to do this, no one wanted you to do this. Just, let it go, Clark."

"You are not as strong as you think. You don't have to take this responsibility... This is my Gotham, he is my criminal..."

"...don't get your hands dirty. Don't let this guy ruin you..."

"You're Superman."

——Why can't you understand that you are far more important than him...

But his meaning was not conveyed at all.

'Superman'

...the word, the noun... was the straw that broke the camel's back.

—That's what you're used to, isn't it?As soon as I start to disappoint you, as soon as I turn around...even if I just stop smiling...you can smell the danger...

You value me, you value me—because in your hearts, I am always the nuclear bomb that has not exploded... You are all waiting for me to lose my mind, you are all waiting for me to fall... Only in this way, you Only then can I be judged openly...

I am a monster.I am a beast.I am threat.

And before that, you're still willing to call me 'Superman'.

This finally completely angered him.Make him lose control.

Clark Kent lost the ability to disguise.He lost the understatement just now.The Son of Krypton's roar was almost hysterical.He finally took off his disguise in front of his friends.

He growled, he roared.No sympathy, no scruples

"...Why can you say that?"

Clark Kent's voice was shaking.He stared at the mortal in disappointment, anger, and pain.

"...Why——you can make such a judgment?!"

He screamed like a howl.

"You are always so ruthless, you can always give up everything - I value you so much, I believe in you so much! But you, you think I use you as an excuse to vent? You think I am too Arrogant?"

You never believed me.

you never trusted me...

The Kryptonian's disappointed expression is enough to make you cry.He's like a kid who's been tricked by a best friend—he's so lost.He was even a little desperate.

The clown fell to the ground with a thud.The criminal's breathing was extremely weak, and his life, which was as fragile as paper, became nothing worth mentioning at this moment.This isn't Joker vs. Superman anymore.How did he deserve Kal-El's tit for tat?

... This is already a question between Superman and Batman.

"How can you say that..." Clark asked softly with a low smile. "Why are you always so sure..."

Confirm my cowardice, confirm my panic.

Target my weakness, win with one blow...

Why are you always so ruthless?

"Clark..."

"shut up----"

"...No, Clark... I really know, I'm really sure, I know you don't want to do this. You don't really want to kill him."

"This is not you, this is not what you want..."

—he wanted to laugh.

No, what are you kidding?This is not what I want?It's not what you want...it's just not what you want.This is me.I'm not wrong.I really wanted to rip him apart, and guess what, I didn't just want to rip this one...these questions, these 'problems', shouldn't even be questions.

Are they also worthy of being my enemy?Are they worthy of my trouble?Their crimes are enough for them to die ten times... and I finally made a decision, but you say this is not what I want?

No, no.

It's just that the choice is not to your liking.It's just that what I want is not what you want.

"Really?"

But in the end, Superman still couldn't laugh out loud.But he still raised his head pretending to be surprised, and looked at Batman mockingly.

The darkness of his light, his closest friend, his worst enemy.

His blue eyes were full of anger and hatred.His innocent face was full of malice.

"You really know? Are you really sure? No. How do you know? You're so against me, you're so wary of me. I always knew I was your nightmare. I always wondered if you were always afraid of me crushing your enemies Heart-Bruce? And now you're still playing this game? Now you're still pretending we really know each other?"

"You never looked at me, you never thought of me. You didn't even believe that I really cared about you, valued you. Yeah, how could you believe me?"

"...You're just afraid that I, a monster with no weaknesses, will suddenly lose control. You're just afraid that I'll kill you. You're afraid that I'll really become your nightmare... That's why you keep pretending. Isn't it? It's really hard work for you..."

"Keep forcing you to play this 'you are my friend' game with me...it must have pissed you off?"

The author has something to say: the next chapter should be a crisis of trust and the commandments of life and death.

Clark was deflecting his pain.He was forced by the clown to face reality again, so he will torture the bat to face the truth with him next.

He was a real, pampered kid.He has a good temper--unlike the supermen of many worlds.

I will not preach on the precepts of life and death here, please rest assured that the way of handling it is quite romantic.The next chapter is scheduled to still have sugar.After eating candy, Clark is going to find someone to explode the hammer again to vent.