"From your point of view: Superheroes are essentially vigilantes, checking and filling in the gaps for our yet-to-be-evolved government. Because of this, you try your best to avoid killing people, and try not to abuse your power in politics. This is

Very good point, I appreciate it.”

"But, from my perspective...your existence itself is a mistake."

The Flash, who was held in his hand, made a sound as thin as a mosquito's groan from his throat: "But you are also a superhero..."

"No, I'm not, I never have been." Batman shook his head and put him down. The Flash's scalp felt numb when he touched the ground - he couldn't even use the Speed ​​Force to escape when he was just caught.

, all the previous techniques of shaking the body to break free were completely useless in his hands.

What the hell have you become, Bruce?

Cyborg, who had been silent, spoke: "This is not a sociological discussion, Batman. We have only one purpose: you'd better stop your thoughts before things become irreversible."

"Yeah?"

Batman's voice became erratic, and his figure disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye. Even Cyborg's Apokolips technology processor didn't realize where he had gone until his voice came from behind him.

Come, Cyborg suddenly turned around.

Behind him, Batman was suspended in mid-air. He looked at everyone calmly, as if looking at strangers, with no emotion in his eyes: "I never expected you to understand my thoughts. This is unrealistic.

of."

"Wanting world peace doesn't mean you have to be the dictator!" Hal became completely angry. He didn't understand that even if it was a clone, Bruce Wayne's clone wouldn't be so crazy.

The extent is right.

"Who said I wanted to be a dictator?" Batman asked. "Here you go again, your wishful thinking. I never said I wanted to rule the world with violence and high pressure, and I never said I wanted to

Let the scythe of death hover over everyone's head."

"Really? Then tell me what you plan to do?" Hal asked with a sneer. He had now lost the remaining trust in this Batman clone.

"You'll see."

After the words fell, he appeared in front of Hal in an instant. Although the Green Lantern, who had been prepared, immediately released the energy of the light ring as a protective shield, the energy shield that was supposed to be indestructible actually touched Batman's finger.

was penetrated easily.

He could only watch helplessly as Batman took away his ring lightly and even waved it in front of him.

"A powerful weapon can give the wearer super strength... Well, the basic push depends on willpower and imagination." Batman smiled rarely, even if it was only for a moment. "Very much.

Well, this thing will give some respectable people a little more hope of survival."

The ring disappeared in his hand. Without the power of the light ring, Hal Jordan was just an ordinary person. He himself realized this, but his stubborn character was well known. The former Air Force pilot immediately roared and shook his fist.

It hit Batman's side face. At the same time, Wonder Woman's lasso and Cyborg's energy attack finally arrived.

Only two people didn't take action: The Flash and Superman.

Batman didn't even bother to resist Hal Jordan's punch. He pushed lightly, and a wave of icy air enveloped Hal and carried him to the roof of the building. Facing the menacing aura, he was stained red.

His reaction to the energy attack from Half the Sky was even more surprising.

He just blew a breath, and then, the powerful energy attack released after being charged by the steel skeleton melted away in an instant like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Then, he raised his right hand and grabbed the mantra lasso thrown by Wonder Woman. He pulled her up with one hand.

The two of them were floating in the air. The heroine looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar person with a complex expression. She opened her red lips and asked softly: "Who are you?"

"Batman." He answered without hesitation.

"real name."

"I don't need a name, a codename is enough - I am just a tool. As long as mankind can get a better future, I am willing to give up everything for it."

Staring into his eyepiece, the heroine suddenly smiled sadly: "The Lasso of Truth has no effect on you, right?"

"Yes." He nodded slowly. "But I did tell the truth, Diana. I will not lie to you."

The heroine gently raised her arm and stroked his cold mask. The tenderness on her face turned into murderous intent in the next second: "It's too late, Bruce...it's too late."

The divine power stored in the wrist guard of her hand exploded. This was not over yet, she punched out again. In the heroine's imagination, even if the divine power explosion could not hurt him, her own power could.

It should make him suffer a little.

But on the contrary, neither the divine explosion that could injure Superman nor his own power could injure him - Batman's mask was not even damaged.

"Admirable tactical choice... If I were really him, I would hesitate." The man named Batman, who felt extremely strange to her, said this, and then punched her.

Became comatose.

He slowly landed and returned to the roof of the building. Cyborg seemed to have lost the will to resist. He just looked at Superman with a wry smile: "Hey, Boy Scout. You are not in good condition today. Do you have a cold or something?"

Superman just shook his head blankly: "I just think...he's right, Victor."

"Look at what we did - does it really matter? Not only did I not make the world a better place, but more people died because of me. And I didn't realize that.

.....just still playing the role of a hero."

"Your stupidity has not changed at all, Clark Kent." Batman said. He strode up to Superman and punched him in the face without hesitation, knocking the invincible god to the ground, and then

Looking down at him from above.

"Is it possible that you still can't tell that I'm deliberately disrupting your mind? You are the easiest to deal with. I can make you lose your will to fight with just words."

A bitter smile appeared on Superman's face, and the bruised left side of his face was rapidly reducing swelling: "Maybe. But I don't know if what you are saying now is actually comforting me. To be honest, Bruce... no.

, Batman.”

He stared at the man who had the same blood as his former friend and asked in a low voice: "What happened to you?"

"Do you really want to hear it?" Batman stared at him, and after a while, he stretched out his right hand.

Superman took his hand.

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When he opened his eyes again, Clark Kent found that he had arrived in another dimension.

What he is wearing is not the familiar red and blue battle uniform, but the clothes he wears most at home. A simple plaid shirt and sturdy and reliable jeans. It is convenient for farming and carrying heavy objects at any time.

He looked at his surroundings with confusion, and was surprised to find that he was in a completely unfamiliar galaxy - he was 100% sure of this. He had traveled all over the galaxy and would go there once a month. Change

In other words, he has a 3D map of the Milky Way in his mind that is updated in real time every month.

A gentle male voice came from behind him: "Hello, Clark Kent."

Clark slowly turned around and saw an old, shapeless old man. He had white hair and a skinny body. There was no trace of flesh on his outstretched right hand, as if he were covered with skin and bones.

Grain stalks

After hesitating for a while, he still stretched out his hand and shook his hand. The old man laughed: "Or should I call you Kal Al?"

"Just Clark, sir. I...is no longer Kal Al." Clark smiled cautiously. For some reason, when he faced this old man, he always felt that he was facing his father who had passed away many years ago. Jonathan

Kent.

"Okay, Clark." The old man still smiled gently, but the lingering fatigue on his face inexplicably made Clark feel worried.

"Ah, he should be the one who brought you here, right?"

The old man waved his hand, and two comfortable armchairs appeared in front of them. After they both sat down, he spoke slowly.

"...you know him?"

"If you're talking about Bruce Wayne...no, I don't know him." The old man rubbed his temples. "But if you're talking about Batman, then, yes. I think I

know him."

"Can I ask, what happened to him?"

The old man shook his head slightly: "Clark, you shouldn't know these heavy truths - these things should only be mastered by a few people. Please don't get me wrong, just because these things are really... very heavy.

"

Clark stared into the old man's eyes. His black eyes still looked very energetic, but that could not hide the fatigue deep in his eyes. Every groove on his wrinkled face seemed to be telling him something.

He nodded, and in the next moment, Clark Kent burst into tears.

He couldn't describe what he saw - the burning galaxy, the people crying and dying like straw. They fell in pieces on planets, torn into pieces by demons and aliens. Every emotion flowed from their eyes.

Each tear carried a heavy mourning and sadness, like a sharp sword piercing Clark's heart.

And, it was far more than that. He also saw more, father and son killing each other, brothers betraying each other. An old captain who knew the ship was about to capsize but still stood firm...

The old man laughed guiltily. He patted Clark's back with his hand and said softly: "Okay, okay. It's my fault. I didn't expect your ability to empathize to be so strong."

"Sir..." Clark raised his head with red eyes and asked, "Have you been suffering from such pain?"

"Compared to the misfortunes of the entire human race, my pain is just a drop in the bucket. It's not worth mentioning." The old man waved his hand.

He said slowly: "If human beings can really stand up on their own and get rid of the bad luck that hangs over their heads, then I would rather endure such pain for another ten million years."

"Who are you?" Clark looked at him in awe.

"I don't have a name, I don't need a name. Son, I'm just a useful tool. My biggest hope is that you can throw me into the trash after you're done with it." The old man blinked.

The next second, he became serious again. It was as if the humor he had just revealed was just Clark's illusion: "Okay, let's talk about business... Clark Kent."

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