Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce Wayne looked at the accusing Clark Kent expressionlessly.Watching the young man whine under the moon as if he had been let down.

You can't take it anymore.

I know... I know you're going to give up, Superman.

But I never knew the 'why'.I was never told any reason.I was never notified of any reason.

Those guys, those mages.Those stupid, old-fashioned jerks.They force me to be your strong enemy, your bottom line.They say I'm your friend, that I'm the only one who can stop you...

But what can I do?But I—how can I afford it?

"You look awful."

The human voice was somewhat cold.

"You look very sad."

Bruce Wayne said calmly.

"Are you really going to accuse me of this? Are you really going to talk to me about this? Are you serious? Clark Kent?—you say you value me, you say you trust me. But you explain it to me even once All this? Have you ever told me where your feelings come from?"

Clark froze.

Bruce looked at the incredulous Superman.He looked at the other party's childish expression... for some reason.This dark knight who was born in Gotham and grew up in Gotham actually smiled slightly.

His smile is also full of strength.The sarcasm and distress in Batman's eyes...is no lighter than the resentment and disappointment in Superman's eyes.

The voice of wit breaking quietly sounded.More than one person is disappointed in the world tonight.

"Isn't that the strangest thing?"

"The friend who trusts me the most, the hero who trusts me the most - you."

"But you never try to explain anything to me. You never try to let me understand yourself in your heart. You refuse to communicate with me, and you are afraid of being seen through by me-every cell in your body will discover my inner self. A moment of screaming... You repel me. You fear me. Superman."

"You think I don't take you seriously? Clark Kent? You think I shut you out?"

You think... I have no feelings?

Ha...then you are dead wrong.

Bruce Wayne frowned and smiled.His expression was full of aggression.This is an expression that neither Batman nor Mr. Wayne has ever seen - he is also extremely angry.He had actually been... enraged by Superman.

And he should be the calmest person in the world.

"You think I'm the one who's profiting from this 'relationship'? You think I'm taking advantage of your affection for me? . . . Please say it again. Please say it again, Clark Kent. More shameless Repeat your unreasonable coquetry. Repeat your self-righteous lie."

... His tone returned to elegance.

After being elegant, it exploded more violently.

"—It was you who locked yourself in a cage! It was you who pretended to be considerate and refused to show your character. It was you who thought you were a monster, and it was you who thought you were my nightmare! You put these feelings, you put all these Forced on me—and then you came to conclusions without authorization, you think I am just like what you think—stop your cranky thinking!!”

He hadn't snarled like this since he was an adult.

...and venting to someone sincerely and full of indignation?As if it had never been.I'm afraid there really never was.

Speaking out loud made his muscles tug at the wound.The good news is that he is not bleeding, the bad news is that he is not sure if he has internal bleeding.But he can bear it.Bruce could bear it—he didn't allow himself to cough right now, or bend over the pain—he refused to show his weakness in front of the Man of Steel.He refuses.

Bruce glared at Clark.Batman stared at Superman.

Darkness looks at light.

Seeing the unbelievable expression on the Son of Light's face, seeing him bewildered and vulnerable... His stabbing was steady and accurate.It can be said that it directly stabbed into the heart of the pretender... Bruce tasted the expression on Clark's face.He shouldn't allow himself to indulge in venting...but he tasted the rare fragility of a god on earth...he had indeed gotten pleasure.

—You are indeed not without weaknesses.

...You are indeed my friend.

"...But you...never ask questions..."

Superman's trembling voice was broken.The invincible seemed to have been beaten.

The Son of Krypton looked extremely confused, depressed, and desperate... This complex and negative emotion made him look extremely young, even a little young - he looked at Bruce Wayne in a daze.Looking at the human standing in the darkness... Looking at the 'partner' he decided on alone...

Of course Batman doesn't ask.He is Batman.He will always accept the worst in this world.

lie.It's all lies.

—a lie I told myself.My fault.

Sorry, Bruce.

"...I can always screw it up easily, can't I."

Clark Kent's voice was hollow and broken.With a little bit of self-destruction, and a slight shattering.He stopped complaining.Ask no more.Superman's sanity and politeness seemed to come together - he gave up.

He gave up quickly.Fast like a real adult... His unreasonable request was dismissed by his 'friend'.It made Clark Kent instantly return to the real world.

And that woke Batman up.

...it's not appeasement.This is not persuasion.This is not any proper emotional counseling.

It just hurts.

...and he didn't want to hurt Clark.That's... completely different from what he intended.

Bruce Wayne was taken aback.The man trembled slightly and opened his mouth to speak.

But he forgot the next line.The man who defeated the invincible was so clumsy and restless...and he was snatched away by the chaotic superman who fell into the mortal world.

"I don't realize it until you tell me—I've always been. I've always been so selfish. I've always been so wanting to get...I've always been pretending I'm the best I can be. I always feel like I'm suffering It's not fair... I was wrong. I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have pretended that the world was fine. I should have faced all this with open eyes. I shouldn't have lived in a dream, I shouldn't have made so many excuses for myself..."

"I shouldn't pretend I can do this well."

No.

wrong.

……is my problem.I am not a good friend.Not even a nice guy.I'm not a regular 'superhero' and I can't give you the comfort you deserve...but how can my personal accusations prove you're not good enough?

you are fine.

—Bruce looked at Clark's expression.He desperately wanted to speak out to comfort him, but he couldn't organize his words well.

He's really bad at genuinely consoling others, a skill he's never acquired from 'others'.He's exactly the kind of jerk friend whose parents left way too early...

So he could only follow Superman's line of sight and look aside.In these two sentences, Clark repaired the broken expression on his face.

The Kryptonians returned to calm.He looked at the collapsed bookshelf, at the red cape that he tore off and threw at the clown.

The ball of red cloth that once symbolized Superman was lying there like garbage.

……Do not.

not like this.

Do not!

"You shouldn't deny yourself to this point - Superman!"

"It wasn't my intention. I didn't mean to break you, hurt you... Clark."

... As expected of you.

You even tried to comfort me.After I've let you down so badly... it's you, Bruce.If there was only one of us who was really kind, it would probably be you, not me.

"Stop it, Bruce."

The Son of Krypton had no expression on his face.

You have endured the false me long enough.I don't intend to torture each other like this anymore.

This is not a fun 'game'.

"Just as you're not what I think...of course you're not what I think...and I'm not what you think."

"I think you are too bad, too flat. But you think too good of me...Thank you for the original words. Thank you for thinking that I was 'never the kind of person to do this'...But the fact Come on, I am."

"That's who I am. I've been, huh, huh. I've been trying to tear this shit up—I want to rip his chest out, I want to crush his head—"

...It took him less than two seconds from indifference to fury.This sudden change of mood should have alarmed Batman - but somehow the sharpest detective didn't.

Bruce Wayne's throat was dry.Heartbroken.

...he shouldn't have done that, shouldn't have said that.

But Superman, who was completely ill, did not stop.He calmed down again, and continued calmly and naturally:

"So I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. Bruce. I know your discipline. I know you don't even carry a gun—I know you value that more than anything else. Oh no. I guess. I guess You value this more than anything."

Clark tried to be more 'rigorous' with his wording.There was no trace of emotion on the Kryptonian's face.

"I 'guess' you think you're no different than a criminal once you cross the line. I 'guess' even if this idiot kills Dick you'll just bite the bullet. That's who you are. You don't care about yourself, your family, or your friends ...truly 'selfless', that's what makes you great, Batman."

"But I can't."

He laughed.God laughed.

...that smile is terrifying.It can even make enemies who see this smile wake up in the middle of the night and curl up in a ball.

But Bruce Wayne was unafraid.Quite the opposite.There was actually a little more guilt in the human expression.

"But I can't. bat."

"I can see a lot of possibilities, I can see a lot of 'futures'."

He actually smiled and said the 'secret'.

"I've seen a lot of 'bad, bad' things. I've seen countless choices that only lead to despair... I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't commit that crime."

"—but don't expect me to continue to endure. Don't expect me to swallow my anger and pretend to be a good person—I'm not you. I can't be you. I don't care."

After the Son of Krypton finished speaking with a smile, he lifted his feet off the ground and rose into the air.

He doesn't smile like Clark Kent, and he doesn't laugh like Superman.It's hard to say whether this smile is sarcasm... It's just cold and murderous.

"And this time? Of course I will listen—of course I will obediently leave... This is your Gotham, your city."

your.

The Kryptonian coldly glanced at the clown at his feet.

"Take care of him."

"Protect him. Don't give me a chance to crush him to death."

He turned around, ready to leave.

"Sweet Dreams, Bat"

——But the mortal looked at the back of the man who had lost his cloak and everything...he looked at his friend,

Bruce finally spoke, trembling.

"—you said I 'didn't care' . . . Superman."

...and the Kryptonian who heard his words froze again.

Clark Kent froze in place, instinctively feeling disbelief.He almost wanted to turn back immediately - but he didn't dare.He can't do it.

Because he heard it, he heard Bruce Wayne's voice shake slightly.

...that was not anger or a subdued tremor, the voice seemed to be expressing heartbreak for its 'calm' master.

"...Do you think I'm protecting the clown? Do you think I really care...that this lunatic lives or dies?"

No.There is still anger.

Anger, loss, struggle... These deeply hidden emotions emanated from his friend as if they had substance.And perfectly poured into Clark's body.

—He's not protecting the clown.

Who is it protecting?

"How lightly you speak, how joyously you speak...Of course you can kill him. Of course you can easily crush him, burn him, freeze him to death. You can catch him and fly to Jupiter, you can take him He threw it into the sun... easy, effortless. That's you, that's Superman—isn't it??"

"I can guess that you were hurt deeply by something, I can guess that you have been bearing it all the time-but have you considered what this will bring to your life, your life?"

"You have parents and you love each other a lot - how do you explain to them? How do you explain why you're a murderer? Why do you have to be bloody, you're only 22, how can you be like that To sacrifice yourself—have you considered your life?"

"Have you considered your soul??"

"Don't fucking oversimplify it, Clark. It was never an option, it was never your choice..."

...he said he 'didn't care'...

He actually said he didn't care...

Quite the opposite.It turned out to be the opposite—he cared too much.Batman he just cared too much.

...that's a slap in the face.This is so funny...

Haha.

Kryptonians float in mid-air.Clark didn't look back.

... He should be honored, he should be proud.Look what he's proven - he's managed to get Batman to tell Superman, he's got Bruce Wayne to admit he cares about him.

He cares about him.

He even tried to protect him.

—… The Kryptonian didn’t look back.Did not dare to look back.Facing the moonlight, the young man asked for the last time.

"That's your answer. That's your choice. And you never regret it.. That's touching. Really."

Some liquid was slowly sliding down his cheeks.But his voice was just asking and answering himself calmly.

"You never regret..."

Then Clark smiled coldly and bitterly at the moonlight.Superman casts one last glance at the Joker, with calm killing intent.

"But I know...I know."

"At least once. Once, you really regretted it..."

...... But my friend, I will not allow that to happen.I would not have allowed 'Red Hood' to be born...thank you.Thank you Bruce.

Thank you for trying to protect myself from me.

But I'm not sure,

I'm not sure you'll succeed next time.

———Let go of that ominous sentence with unknown meaning.Superman soars into the sky, breaks the window and goes away.

The sound of glass breaking seemed to confirm something.Bruce Wayne looked at the blue figure that disappeared into the night... Humans fell to the ground overwhelmed.

The Dark Knight was silent.He looked in the direction where Clark Kent had stood.Looking under the shards of glass, there is a little bit of dampness that is not noticeable.

Looks like Kryptonians have tears too.

...he thought inappropriately.

The man was silent for a long time.a long time.It took a long time for the familiar brake sound to sound.It was so long that Alfred stumbled and ran to him.

Gotham was silent under the night, only the sound of the conversation between the two could be heard intermittently.

"omg, master..."

"Okay. Okay. Call the clown an ambulance first."

His butler frowned impatiently.But he still immediately pressed the shortcut key belonging to 'ambulance'.Then he carefully picked up his master.Strive to leave the scene as quickly as possible.

"Wait!...Wait a minute—"

"I'm sorry...Alfred, please help me pick up that cloak—over there, the red one."

"Jesus lord, it's almost daylight. I'm driving the Batmobile—come on. Slow down."

----yes.It was almost dawn.

This sleepless night is over.

The author has something to say: Bruce went home to recuperate.

But for Clark... the day isn't over yet.Someone hit the muzzle.

Your friend: [Torturist] Superman is online.

So what about this chapter?It's over!It's over!

This article can continue to be updated here, I must solemnly thank Comrade Manman.Without her, if I don't turn on V, if I just generate electricity for love, I will definitely not be able to update to the present.The three-dimensional is so busy that I really have to consider the cost of time.And without her love and support, it may be difficult for me to determine whether my articles are worthy of liking-and I will never meet everyone again!

Thank you, Manman!

I will post some specific thoughts and the settings behind it on lof, so as not to take up space for everyone to read.Those who are interested can go to Chapter 5 of the Black Panther article to find the address.

Thank you all for accompanying Chao to come here.In the next stage he will show his not so pure and beautiful side... believe me.Very cool.