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The two quickly descended into the cave, which was not much different from Bruce's memory, but older and more primitive.

Groups of bats were entrenched on the roof of the cave, shivering uncomfortably due to the sudden intrusion of outsiders, making rustling noises.

"God, it's really big here." Clark flew up with a baby bat that fell dizzily and hung it back to his parents.

Bruce didn't speak, and deftly turned the other way.

The low cave soon came to an end, and the world in front of him suddenly opened up. Bruce's tense expression finally changed since he entered the cave.

Surprised, yes, of course he should be surprised.

This is his Batcave, but this isn't his Batcave either.

All that remains are the simple stairs with skeletons, scattered weapon racks, and ancient weapons covered by thick bat droppings.

There was clearly a previous owner here.

He remembered the traces of the bomb explosion found during the renovation of the manor, and the traces of the fire outside the bat cave, and he probably understood what happened here.

His footsteps stopped on the edge of a rock, he lowered his head and squatted down, scraping away the dirt on the ground, exposing a section of sternum that was covered under.

Clark gasped, and flew over to help clean up together. With the help of X-sight, they cleaned out nearly ten skeletons.

Most of them are damaged, some of the bones have marks of being split by sharp blades, and some of them were smashed by heavy objects. It is conceivable what kind of fierce battle they experienced before they died.

Clark put the last bone in place, descended from the sky, and bowed his head in silence for a while.

"What are you doing?" After mourning, Clark turned his attention back to Bruce and found him squatting on the ground, holding half a white mask in his hand, "Bruce?"

Bruce pursed his lips, being brought out of his own world by his call.

Beware of the court of owls, always watching your travels; spying on Gotham City in the dark, hiding in the attic with low walls; living at home, he is with him, and he is also in the bed and bed; don't mention his name, the claws will catch you Looking for a head... Childhood nursery rhymes resurfaced in his mind again. He thought that from the moment he destroyed the Court of Owls, he would never have to think of this horror legend that once enveloped Gotham.

"Bruce, what's wrong with you?" Clark asked concerned.

Bruce was silent for a while, then said softly, "It's okay."

This undoubtedly proved from another angle that this city used to be Gotham. Although he didn't know whether the manor belonged to Wayne, it was clear that the owner of the manor was also a well-trained warrior. There was a hard fight with the Talons of the Court of Owls, but he had no luck of his own, and the manor died with its master.

Or to speculate a bit more boldly, Gotham eventually fell because of this, and the history of the city ended here.

Clark was a little uneasy. He didn't know what happened to Bruce, but obviously something was wrong with him. From the very beginning, Bruce's familiarity with the manor and the underground world under the manor was very unusual. Clark realized what was happening, but was considerate. He didn't expose it, and didn't ask about the inside story.

He didn't understand what it was for, but it didn't prevent him from standing on Bruce's side, he squeezed Bruce's hand from behind, and smiled at him, "If you want to speak out, I will listen, If you don't want to say it, please remember that I will always be here."

Bruce paused, and slightly rolled his eyes away.

Clark laughed—Bruce's expression didn't change, but his heartbeat miraculously calmed down.

The two spent a whole day digging the pit and burying the cleared remains in the cemetery behind the estate.

Bruce didn't know which of them was the owl's talons, but they'd been dead for so many years, and everything that had been with them, that he could at least give them a decent place to live.

Although there were no tombstones, no ceremony, just a row of low mounds, and each a bouquet of fresh wild roses that Clark had picked.

"Let's go."

After a sleepless night, Clark got up early the next day.

The place where the sleeping person was on the opposite side was now empty, which woke up the dazed Clark suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to find it.

But he soon realized that he had changed places, he relaxed his body, and scratched his hair a little unaccustomed.

Before Bruce got up, Barry and Hal, who had done too much work yesterday, were still sleeping soundly. Clark made a breakfast in the big scary kitchen with the simple kitchen utensils he brought yesterday, and Thoughtfully laid out a bunch of snacks prepared for Barry.

Still a while before work, no one calling for help, no volcano erupting, no poor kitty stuck in a tree... well, today was a great day.

Clark returned to the Fortress of Solitude at super speed, and checked the progress of deciphering the data.

Bruce's guess was not wrong. Luthor really revealed the coordinates of the earth to unknown forces, and the conversation seemed to instigate the other party to come here, but the encryption level of the other party's reply was relatively much higher. Even the Fortress of Solitude The central AI has not yet been fully cracked.

Clark is a little worried, which shows that the opponent's technological strength may be comparable to that of Krypton, or even higher than the part of Krypton's technology he currently owns.

Huh, let's discuss it with Bruce when we go back, he thought.

But just after flying for a certain distance, Clark turned back again, and this time his expression was a little more complicated.

"How's the deduction of the space-time rift going?" he asked.

"The time-space rift deduction experiment is in progress, the reduction rate is 99.7%, the probability of forming a time-space rift is 0.073%, the probability of successfully linking to the target universe is 0.000037%, the probability of successfully locating the space area is 0.000000021%, and the stability of forming a rift is 0, safe With a coefficient of 0, the chance of successful mass transfer is negligible."

For a moment, Clark felt a little bit of mirth, but then he was guilty of subconsciously feeling that the computer was trying to find a way to get in.

Bruce loved his city so much, he was still waiting for news of his return home, and as his best friend, he was here secretly hoping that he would never be able to go back.

Clark forcibly ignored the sourness in his heart, left his sentence "continue to deduce", and hurried out of his fortress.

Along the way, his mood was inexplicably depressed, and he solved two robberies, five car accidents and one flash flood in a row, but he couldn't fully recover.

When the red line for clocking in was about to arrive, Clark hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed to the Daily Planet, intending to use endless manuscripts to help himself wake up.

It was at this moment that a man in black stopped him.

"Nice to meet you, my nephew."