Alfred quickly retreated. In fact, although Bruce and Superman had not slept in the past twenty or so hours, he had not rested peacefully either.
He didn't want to receive the news when he woke up or was sleeping soundly: Your Master Wayne was killed by Superman, leaving no trace of his body.
Now, although he could still feel that Bruce was confused about the reality of Superman's existence around him, and even the slight hostility could not be hidden from him as an old man, at least he did not think that the two of them would suddenly fight.
Alfred was very curious about what happened in the past time, but rather than satisfying his curiosity, he needed a peaceful sleep, otherwise Master Wayne might discover the scene of his sudden death.
Bruce picked up the black tea, blew the hot air and took a sip. He then opened his mouth and exhaled a hot breath. Half of his body sank into the sofa, and his tired state was visible to the naked eye.
Clark took a big sip of the tea without fear of the scalding heat. He put down the cup and looked at Bruce with apologetic eyes.
"Sorry for keeping you busy with my affairs for so long."
Hearing such words again, Bruce felt that he was... used to it.
God knows how many ways Clark used in the past day and night to express his gratitude, apology, appreciation and care to Bruce in a straightforward manner or in a tactful way.
Bruce even thought maliciously: Maybe Clark wasn't that attentive to Lois Lane?
In the final analysis, it was Bruce's persuasion and analysis that allowed Clark to understand the important key behind the kidnapping incident.
The person Luther was targeting must be himself. Martha and Louise were of no value to him.
Regardless of whether Luthor wants to continue to frame him, target him, kill him or even use him to control him, in the end the other party must take the initiative to contact Superman, and before that, Martha and Lois must be safe.
If Luthor deliberately wanted to provoke him, he should have taken the initiative to signal to Superman in the past day and night.
Therefore, the current situation is the same as Bruce's previous analysis. The longer it is delayed, the safer they will be.
Of course Clark won't be worried because of this, after all, they are the two closest people to him in the world.
But at the same time, he also believed in Bruce's judgment.
Besides, Bruce was far more impatient than him. Seeing his appearance, Clark couldn't show his eagerness anymore. He didn't want Bruce to be under more and more pressure.
Overall, this was a very wonderful misunderstanding.
Clark didn't understand that Bruce's impatience was more due to the delay of time.
If Clark's kidnapped family cannot be found, the battle between him and Clark will be postponed accordingly.
Challenging him in advance? Wouldn't that be breaking his promise? Since he has already reached an agreement with Clark, Bruce can't do such a thing.
Moreover, Clark thanked him over and over again, showing gratitude and inexplicable concern for his physical condition, which made Bruce feel extremely uncomfortable all over.
At first he would respond to Clark, but later he turned a deaf ear to such remarks.
Don't say thank you to me, my heart is colder than the polar ice!
So, at this time, Clark thanked him again. Bruce seemed not to have heard it and asked instead: "Aren't you from the Justice League? Can you call those...those members to help?"
On TV, there are quite a few people in the Justice League, and some of them are so weird that they don't look like humans. Bruce can only use the word "member" instead.
Hearing this, Clark looked helpless and spread his hands: "Actually, I am not very clear about the situation of the Justice League. In fact, I had never heard of this organization before that day."
Bruce nodded slightly, secretly thinking that this was indeed the case.
He had already guessed about this, but now he was just more certain of his thoughts.
But then a question suddenly popped up in his mind: Why did Hong Fei want to help Superman even if he exposed himself in front of the whole world?
He knew clearly that in order to conceal his identity, Hong Fei not only had artificial intelligence forge traces and evidence of the past, but he even joined the police force himself and went to work as an intern on patrol in a decent manner.
This seemed a bit incredible to Bruce.
Little did he know that these things were all used by Hong Fei at various stages to integrate into the world or improve himself.
After all, with his current ability, it is difficult to see the growth and changes in Hong Fei's strength.
Clark said: "By the way, the lady just now, although I have never met her, but based on her relationship with Hong, I think she should also be a member of the Justice League."
Harley?
Bruce had a headache again, not only because of the changes between Harley and Harleen, but also because of the Dragon King's blessing and Dragon King's mark that Harley mentioned.
There is no need to ask who is the Dragon King.
"I think so. At least she must know the people Hong Fei brought to the hearing."
Clark paused and said: "I think, since we spent a whole day and night without finding any trace of Luther, it would be difficult to find anything even if we ask them to help. I think, according to your analysis, we are the most likely to find it now." The best way is to wait. If we act rashly, Luther may change his plan, which may threaten their safety. What do you think?"
Bruce glanced at him. If the person in front of him was not Clark, he might have said: You suddenly became smarter.
But he obviously didn't want to praise Superman.
"Yes, even if you ask them for help, you must act in secret, otherwise we don't know what changes will happen to Luther, who is also hiding in the dark. Of course, the best way is to wait and see." As he said that, he looked at Looking into Clark's eyes: "As long as you can endure it, don't act impulsively."
If Clark didn't do anything, he wanted to nod directly: "Don't worry, I understand. Although I am worried about their safety, I am even more afraid of putting them in further danger because of my actions."
Bruce looked at him deeply, then stood up straight away: "Okay, I'm going to bed."
Clark then stood up: "Then let me take a rest. Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"
Won't you go home by yourself? Bruce thought to himself.
"let's talk tomorrow."
"good."
…
Time passes quickly and does not change according to human will.
In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.
Including the first day, almost a week has passed since the kidnapping occurred.
Superman's mentality also changed several times during this period.
Bruce still didn't let Clark leave Wayne Manor after all.
Of course, he didn't like the feeling of living with Clark, but because he wanted to keep Clark by his side to monitor him personally to prevent him from anxiously searching for someone and causing similar disasters as before.
At the same time, he could also take this opportunity to observe Clark.
And because of his presence, Clark really did not act impulsively.
But Bruce also understood that there was not much time left for him to settle down and wait.
After all, a week is coming soon, and Clark still doesn't know what's going on with his family.
If it were him, his endurance might have reached its limit.
"Master Wayne, he hasn't slept these days." Alfred found Bruce alone and said.
"I know."
"He's very anxious."
"I know."
"Well, what I'm trying to say is, maybe he's not such a bad person after all?"
Bruce looked up, and Alfred looked at him without giving an inch.
"Alfred, I know that, but my decision is never based on these reasons, and you should know that too."
Alfred just shook his head: "No matter he is a good guy or a bad guy, you must go to war with him? Master Wayne, I don't think this reason makes sense."
"I don't want to explain anymore."
"Can……"
Just as Alfred spoke, the TV screen beside him suddenly flickered abnormally and sharply, and then the screen fell into darkness.
Suddenly, the black screen turned white in an instant, and the white light gradually faded, revealing a familiar face.
Bruce put down the tools in his hands, and his eyes seemed to burst into sharp cold light instantly.
Alfred also looked at the TV and took a breath of shock.
This man is very familiar with Bruce.
"Has it started? Oh, it seems to have started. Sorry, dear viewers, I am a newcomer. This is my first time hosting a TV show. I hope you can forgive me for being unprofessional. After all, I may host this show many times in the future.
A brand new show.”
Familiar voices and tones, familiar faces and smiles.
All of this gave Bruce the most annoying feeling of being out of control.
"When did he escape from prison?" Bruce's tone was as cold as ice.
Alfred also frowned tightly: "I don't know, there is no news of any changes from Arkham, I will go and see it myself right away."
Elsewhere in the manor, Superman was also sitting in the room watching TV. He did not recognize the clown, but this did not prevent him from detecting abnormalities. After all, with the clown's appearance and madness, actually hosting the show would only scare the children.
On TV, the clown's face almost fills the entire screen.
He was smiling as always, but his eyes were so cold and stern that it made people feel chilly.
"I guess you guys must be very curious about what this show is called?"
"Well, my friend and I had a little dispute about the name of the show, but we finally reached an agreement. This show is called...War of the Gods!"
"Hahahaha, how about it? It feels so amazing. To be honest, my scalp was numb when I listened to it for the first time! It really touched my heart so much that I was even willing to dedicate my life to this program.
everything!"
"I believe you must feel the same as me! Right, right?" The clown's face suddenly came directly in front of the camera, and the hot breath from his mouth even formed a mist on the camera.
Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked it.
These two actions really frightened many children suddenly.
"Well, my program list is very long, and you can look forward to a lot of things!"
"Before that, please allow me to say hello to my favorite little bat."
The clown took a few steps back, adjusted his sequined green suit, coughed twice and cleared his throat, then raised his hand to touch his hair, then waved his hand and grinned.
"Hey, Batman, my old friend, are you okay?"
There was a crisp sound, and Bruce crushed the cup in his hand.