In the darkness, Superman's whole body exudes a metallic light. His muscle lines are taut, like a statue made of steel, and his anger at this moment is written in every taut muscle line.
Batman is not wearing a bat suit, but the figure standing in the darkness of the corridor is like a shadow in the night sky, his eyes are so deep and cold, with a trace of bloody murderous intent.
The two guardians of the city stood in the long and narrow hotel corridor, the cold wind blowing in from the open corridor window whistling by. The moment the heat ray lit up, Batman was like a black lightning, showing fearlessness and fearlessness.
, in the shadow beyond the reach of the laser, it shot towards Superman.
Superman's fist carries the power of thunder, and the moment Batman gets close, it has already appeared on his weak point. Batman can use the angle of the wall to cover his route of action, and easily dodge Superman's attack. It's really like
Like a bat, it flipped over nimbly in the air and landed on the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Three more batarangs were fired, and Superman stood as still as a mountain, but his posture was not to be outdone.
Just as Batman was approaching again, he suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Batman's wrist at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and threw him straight away.
The huge sound of the sonic boom woke up almost all the guests in the hotel, and it was just a sudden movement of Superman. He flashed to Batman's side, picked him up before he could react, and headed towards the hotel.
A fall on the other side.
"Uh...ahem..."
Batman lay on the ground gasping for breath, and his strong willpower allowed him to get up despite breaking three ribs, a collarbone, and even a leg bone on one side of his calf.
"You're venting your anger." Batman wiped the bleeding corners of his mouth with a trembling hand.
"If I use my fists to vent my anger, you will become a bunch of elements." Superman said in a deep voice.
"You have unrealistic expectations of me."
"We all are." Superman said with a hint of sadness in his tone: "When I first heard about someone protecting justice in an extremely dark city like Gotham, I thought I had found a role model and benchmark.
"
"When I came to Gotham and didn't see orderly order, I also knew that it was not your responsibility. As long as you did it, or even as long as you said it, it was good. The culprit for the lack of change was
Those criminals, not you."
"But what's going on now?" Superman raised his tone and said angrily: "You didn't even protect your family. You don't know how disappointed and angry I was when I saw that photo.
."
"If you want to train them to be Batman's sidekicks, then protect their secret identities like your own. If you're just treating them as kids, don't let them get involved in this whole mess."
Batman stood up unsteadily, leaned against the wall and looked up at Superman and said, "Do you want to judge me?"
"I don't have the right to do that, but I have the right to investigate the whole truth and make it public, whether that's good for you or not."
"I was going to do what was best for them, and you were stupidly trying to stop me."
"The most beneficial thing now is to tell me the truth." Superman took another step forward and said: "I saw you knocked someone unconscious in the utility room and extracted his fingerprint information. I know you don't pay attention.
The procedure is fair, but I want to make sure you don't do anything you regret."
"My mind is clear..."
boom!
When Bruce woke up, he found that he was tied to a single sofa in a hotel room, and the single sofa was firmly fixed to the ground by an unknown force.
Clark was sitting on another single sofa, and opposite him, there was a small table between them. There was a video recorder on the table, the kind commonly used by reporters.
The wound on his body was painful, but not painful enough. Batman found that this fracture was not as painful as usual.
He speculated that this might be some kind of ability of the mysterious parasite in his body, and he was also wondering whether this parasite could help him get out of his current predicament.
Bruce looked at the dark sky outside the window and the time indicated by the clock on the wall. He knew that the printing plants of all newspapers on the East Coast and even in the United States were working overtime, and most of the newspapers that printed the news had already
was produced.
Like a loaded cannonball, in at most two hours, the bombardment of public opinion will spread everywhere, but now he is tied up in the room and cannot go anywhere.
Bruce closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm running out of time, Clark, let me go."
"We still have a long time." Clark pushed up his glasses and said, "I just need to know the truth about this whole thing, answer my questions, Bruce Wayne, and nothing unfair will happen.
"
Bruce leaned back slightly to prevent the arms that were tied behind the chair from being too stiff. He sat there silently. After his passionate blood was poured with cold water, only the sudden coldness remained, as if he was rowing.
How you feel when you open your arms.
"You want to know if I abused Robin." Bruce said before Clark could say anything. "And I know that every disaster that happened to them was more than an accident."
Clark still stared at him with that serious look, which made Bruce feel strangely absent-minded for a moment. He felt like he was confessing to the sun.
"Jason and I had a falling out, ran away from home, and then got kidnapped by an extremely dangerous super criminal who tortured him for a year without me finding him."
"In the hallucination brought to me by the super criminal, I saw Jason suffering torture including but not limited to cuts, stabbings, burns, and even skinning."
Clark was stunned.
Then endless anger engulfed him. In the gap between the burning anger, he heard Bruce say: "One of the culprits is dead, and the other one is sitting in front of you, so now, answer me, Clark, are you here?"
The one who judges me?”
Clark felt that his last shred of sanity was about to be burned away, but a certain scene flashed before his eyes and his sanity returned slightly.
He stood looking down at Bruce, who had his head lowered, and said in a voice so deep that he couldn't believe it: "I went to find him first, Jason Todd, but I didn't see him.
hate you."
Clark thought of Jason's expression at this time. When Jason's relationship with Batman was mentioned, Jason's expression was very complicated. Clark couldn't say that it was a positive emotion, but it was not that negative either.
When Clark doesn't know about this, he will think that this is just some reasonable and normal resentment, but when he knows what kind of torture Jason has suffered, he will feel that this is the emotion closest to love -
-forgive.
Clark nodded slightly to one side and murmured to himself: "If you dare to tell me that he ran out on his own, I will throw you out of the window."
Then he sat back on the chair hard, pursed his lips and turned his head. The muscles around his lips were twitching, and the muscles on his neck were also trembling slightly, as if he couldn't accept this fact.
"You are simply crazy, Batman. How on earth are you going to explain that you are always in control of the situation, but there is such a big mistake, and then the victim happens to be your child."
"It's more than that." Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "I had a whole year to save it, but I didn't do it."
Clark's fingertips began to tremble.
Suddenly he remembered something, looked at Bruce with an angry look and said, "Then after you reunited with Jason, you punched him in the eye, hurting half of his face."
Bruce nodded silently.
The punch hit Bruce on one side of the face, knocking out two of his teeth and possibly cracking his cheekbone, but for Superman, the strength required to control his own strength may be greater than the force of the punch.
.
Bruce spit out a mouthful of blood to the side, raised his head with difficulty and coughed a few times to regain his breath.
"Do you feel pain too, Batman?" Clark asked.
"Of course he will."
Another hoarse voice appeared at the door, and Clark looked up and saw Jason's figure at the door.
He knew that Jason wouldn't be unconscious for long, but he didn't expect that he could find him so quickly. Clark stood up, looked at Jason and said, "This is not where you should be."
"Did I interrupt your torture session?"
"I'm not extracting a confession."
"Then you are venting your anger."
Clark pursed his lips and said nothing. Jason stepped forward. The moment he saw Batman's miserable condition, he was still surprised.
Half of Batman's sweatshirt was soaked with blood. Judging from the traces of penetration, the wound on his arm should have opened.
Several ribs were broken, there was no doubt that his internal organs were shaken, his liver might have been ruptured, his mouth was full of blood, and his face was pale.
"Batman has never been tortured like this." Jason looked at Superman and said, "Except in my dreams."
Clark sighed, frowned and said to him: "Get out, Jason, I have to talk to him, I want to stop this..."
"I think we should be fair." Jason finally succeeded in interrupting Clark and said, "Whether I am traumatized by Batman is not for you to judge, because you are only a reporter, not a professional doctor."
"Even if you want to take Batman to court, a specialized doctor will examine us before the trial, including determining whether there are signs of sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, mental manipulation and oppression, and other illegal behaviors."
"If you want to adhere to procedural justice, then the identification step is essential. Think on the bright side, if I really have it, you can just throw him out of the window."
Clark looked at Jason's determined expression in silence for a long time, at least half a minute.
He looked at Batman who was silent with his head lowered, as if he had completely accepted the trial, and finally said.
"I don't know if you want to protect Batman through this method, but you know that I will never ask any doctor who can be impressed by the Wayne Group to make an evaluation for you."
"Then you should know that there are almost no such doctors in the world. Wayne Group can prescribe chips that make anyone's heart beat."
Clark took two steps back and said, "As it happens, I happen to know one, and I'm going to pick him up right now."
Jason showed a sneer and said: "It's up to you, I want to see how upright and professional he is."
A few minutes later, Jason saw Schiller appearing outside the door as if he had seen a ghost.