The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

When Bruce regained consciousness, he felt like he was floating in a vacuum.

Everything around is hidden in the darkness, and in this endless darkness, every second is elongated, time, knowledge, direction, energy... everything that seems so ordinary in the outside world seems to be here. Lost meaning, everything he saw, everything he knew, disappeared in this seemingly eternal silence.

Only eternal peace remains.

He felt himself excluded from the physical world, with no weight, no sound, no feeling... nothing.

He's suspended there, he knows he exists because he thinks so - and nothing else separates him from the darkness around him.

He didn't know how long he had been in this state until he felt something flowing in the darkness.

The airflow like the wings of a butterfly breaks the tranquility here, and the brilliance of the stars swirls into colorful swirls in the silence.

The river of time begins to flow again, first in mass, then in volume...

And then...the world came alive.

He opened his eyes abruptly, the bright sunlight and tall buildings showed him a vibrant and beautiful scene. After experiencing the hellish scene just now, the beauty here almost made him linger.

It was at this moment that he heard the beeping of the countdown again.

! ! ! ! !

Before he had time to think about what brought him from the empty sky to the bustling city, Bruce turned sharply and flew straight into the sky.

His heart clenched tightly, because no one knew the timing of the nuclear bomb explosion better than him—it was probably too late for him to leave the city limits.

But he didn't want to give up, even if it was just one meter away, someone might be saved.

"Do you need help?" At this moment, Bruce heard a soft and beautiful voice coming from his ear.

He began to suspect that his nerves were damaged due to lack of oxygen when flying at high altitude and high speed. He actually felt someone beside him during the high-altitude flight?

Bruce skillfully threw these hallucinations to the back of his head, and began to think about whether it would be faster if all the spare fuel and self-rescue equipment in the plane were ejected.

"Sir." Then he heard the voice again, this time accompanied by the regular tapping of glass.

"Don't be noisy." Bruce said casually, continuing to increase the flying speed.

The security system has been paralyzed, and the heat in the cabin almost roasted him, Bruce finally denied the idea just now.

Throwing objects high in the city and hitting people is no joke.

"Sorry, sir." The voice was noisy again, but this time it stopped before he could speak.

Then he felt the bat machine tremble, and the rope hanging below suddenly emptied.

Bruce's heart tightened, and he turned his head hastily, only to see a red and blue figure flash past holding the nuclear bomb, and hastily disappeared into the sky.

"..." On the face under Bruce's mask, there was a rare expression similar to bewildered.

Before he could recover, the figure fell before his eyes again.

Bruce was able to get a glimpse of his true face.

He has a pair of almost transparent eyes that are as blue as the sky. When he looks at you with concern, you seem to feel that all the good things in the world are pouring on you.

The soft and perfect lines like a marble sculpture make up his face, and the red cloak flutters around his body. He stands there, beautiful and holy, like a statue of a god, which perfectly meets all human expectations and fantasies about beauty. .

"Are you okay?" There was some worry on that face, and the person opposite floated down a little, keeping a close but polite distance.

Bruce came back to himself completely.

After the tense nerves relaxed a little, overwhelming fatigue swept over him, and he almost felt that he was going to faint—if he hadn't considered that the plane would crash out of control, he might have already fainted.

If it wasn't for the guy in front of him, he wouldn't have thought about it.

"Who are you?" Bruce didn't answer his question.

The situation in front of him was not in line with what he had always known. He could only guess that he was drawn into a place similar to a wormhole, and somehow he got out of there through another exit with great luck, so he was teleported to a place that was similar to a wormhole. A completely different place in his cognition.

Maybe it's full of espers, like in the comics and novels.

The only good news is that the language here is compatible with his original world, which undoubtedly saves a lot of trouble.

"I am Superman, I can help you." The man said softly.

"The nuclear bomb has been cleared. No one will be harmed now. You can relax and let me help you. You are seriously injured and should go to the doctor."

"I brought that nuclear bomb." Bruce frowned, very dissatisfied with the credulity of the person in front of him, "How do you know that I didn't deliberately want to blow up this city?"

"I observed you for a while." The man smiled a little embarrassedly, a blush appeared on his flawless face, "You don't belong here, you are from another universe, right?"

"Thank you for trying to get out of town for the first time, you are a great hero, now, come with me for treatment, please?"

"I'm not a hero," Bruce replied reflexively, and then he frowned, "Is this common here?"

"It's not common, but it's always possible." The man explained tirelessly.

Seeing that Bruce wanted to speak again, he smiled friendly and flew closer, "I'd be happy to answer your questions, but you have to go to treatment now."

He reached out and grabbed the Batplane's left wing, and he flew north with a jerk.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce exclaimed.

"Go to my fortress." He heard the man outside the cabin answer with a smile.

Bruce had to admit that he had never been dragged by someone so much in his life, the wind pressure slapped him on the seat and he couldn't move, his heart was full of absurdity and the bitterness of the collapse and rebuilding of the world view.

He tilted his head and looked down with great effort. Below the clouds was an ever-changing scene. Streets, towns, rivers, and forests kept appearing and being left behind, and finally turned into a vast snowfield.

The sharp drop in temperature covered the glass of the bat machine with a layer of ice, and Bruce, who had already reached the end of his battle, felt his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

The man seemed to notice his discomfort too, and before losing consciousness, Bruce vaguely saw the glass of the Batmobile being removed, the man pulled off the seat belt, pulled him out of the cabin, and wrapped him in a cloak .

The long-lost warmth swept over his nerves, and the tiredness all over his body returned, and he couldn't hold it anymore.