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Returning to this world again, it was a late night seven years after the alliance was established.

Clark had just solved a trouble that Luther had caused after he was released from prison, and sent him back to prison again, and it was already late at night when he returned home.

In the room, Bruce was fast asleep. Recently, he had been working continuously for more than 53 hours on a case.

Clark didn't bother him, and went to the next room to check on the two children.

Damian was lying on the crib in a large font, sleeping soundly, with a little crystal clear saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, Jonathan curled up in the direction of his brother, unconsciously stuffed his thumb into his mouth and sucked it gently, and seemed to be asleep up.

The heavy and tired mood caused by Luther all day dissipated in an instant. Clark closed the door contentedly, got into his bed, and fell asleep smelling the warm smell of home after a while.

But when he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him changed.

He was floating in low-earth orbit, which was his favorite place to stay and look at the earth before he met Bruce, but since the alliance was formed, he prefers to hold a cup of coffee in front of the special glass window of the watchtower. Friends enjoy the scenery of the earth together.

Yes, this world.

Clark had lied to Bruce, and probably the lie of a man who never lied would be more believable, and even the greatest detective who ever lived had no doubts about him.

He knew from the very beginning that it was not a nightmare. Magic is a wonderful thing. Sometimes even a wrong syllable can have a completely different effect, and what attacked them that day was really not a good magic. division.

"Look, how beautiful it is."

A voice emerged in his mind, just like an idea that came out of nowhere on his own.

Clark didn't speak, and overwhelming cheers came from the beautiful planet in front of him. At this time, the earth has become a sea of ​​joy.

The vacuum environment in the universe makes it difficult for sound to spread. Although he can hear it, compared to last time, the impact of the noise on him has been reduced a lot.

But the content of those cheers made him feel a little sad for no reason.

"become free!"

"Finally free!"

"We won! We won!"

Clark didn't know what to say. When he had the memory of this "companion" and re-experienced the story of "his" as "him", he couldn't talk about "his" with Bruce like that night. It was so easy to believe that "he" had betrayed the teachings of Jonathan and Martha and insulted the emblem of the Al family.

It was a too bloody story, with too many contradictions, misunderstandings, and accidents intertwined, pushing things step by step into an irreversible abyss.

As an outsider, as the luckiest one, he has no position and qualifications to judge them.

"In the first 50 years, the earth entered a brief period of chaos." The voice said in his heart.

So that story kept playing in his mind, and Clark was able to personally experience "his" past from the No.1 perspective.

There are endless crowds of rebels. Every day, all kinds of people take to the streets to rebel against "his" rule, and even some of the same superheroes stand up to fight against him.

"He" is frustrated and puzzled. "He" once fought for the earth as a hero, but now he has become the object of a new hero's struggle.

But "he" can no longer believe in the self-control of "people", and he is determined to end all of this, even if one generation is sacrificed, he will let the generations to come live in a world without disputes and crimes.

They failed.

Some of them chose to surrender to him and became ordinary people again after giving up their power, while others were exiled by him to the deepest part of the universe.

What surprised him the most was that their leader was an ordinary man named Timothy Jackson Drake. He could hardly believe that the man who commanded those not-so-powerful people to fight against him for so long The leader of the rebel army turned out to be a young man who looked a little thin.

"He" looked at him, and the heart that had been hardened on the way here hesitated again.

He is an ordinary man, and he will probably die in exile.

"Please exile me," Tim said, "I will not bow to you."

The young man looks fragile and upright, even in "him"'s eyes, he is a gentle and good man.

So he asked, "Why?"

Tim looks at him with so much in his eyes.

Clark's soul shook, and he almost got out of this body that didn't belong to him.

The image of the young man merged with the smart kid in his mind, and he seemed to hear Tim say happily in his ear again, "Maybe you have forgotten, but you once saved me when I was very young. You You hugged me once, and the feeling you hugged me is exactly the same as that day."

No, Tim's voice did reach his ears.

"I know that my power is very little, and the power of people on earth is very little." The young man raised his head high and looked at him with burning eyes, "but I hope you know that there is no end to power and endless struggle. We are born as human beings, and we have no power , but you used to be human, we are fragile. But you should also know that ants will also resist!"

"In the second 50 years, everything became very good." It was indeed a very good era, with no disputes, no hatred, and no crimes.

There are no national boundaries on the earth anymore. Regardless of race or belief, all people gather together to form a huge "Earth Alliance".

Everyone in the new generation of this world has been taught from birth not to be jealous, not to compete, not to make mistakes, they are noble, humble, full of smiles and kindness to everyone familiar or unfamiliar, the streets are full of happiness Even a child who is just sensible knows to smile and show kindness to everyone he sees. Everyone abides by strict order from birth to growth, from falling in love to breaking up or forming a family.

They were all smiling, warm and happy.

Every criminal will be voted on the Internet, and they will be voted to death without exception.

Crime rate has been kept to a minimum.

Clark felt very cold, and the Man of Steel couldn't make him feel any better. He felt like he had fallen into a hole in the ice, and every smiling face was another handful of ice cubes sprinkled on his already cold heart.

Perhaps in "he"'s view, this is a good era, there will be no endless stream of criminals, and everyone can live safely until their own natural death.

But looking at this "perfect" world, Clark only felt terrible. All the fears he had in the first half of his life seemed to be used here in one breath.

He just felt that the whole world was packed into a box, and everyone was bound by an invisible thread, manipulating their every move. He had seen what a really happy person looked like when they laughed, and maybe they didn't even need to be happy. Laugh, and the whole space will become warm because of it, and they are not laughing at all.

Everyone can live, but this world is dead.

"In the third 50 years, things started to get a little weird."

People began to die strangely on the street.

"Superman" searched every corner, but did not find any trace of any crime, and the robots patrolling the streets could not provide more clues. All the clues pointed out that they voluntarily gave up their lives.

Someone jumped from the tall building with a smile and hit the canopy, blood pooling on the ground into a pool of blood.

No one asked for help, not even himself, and everyone seemed to have not seen it, just doing their own thing.

The roving robot only responds to criminal behavior and calls for help.

They turn a blind eye, they all turn a blind eye.

Even "Superman" can't save people who don't want to be saved, he can only modify the robot's program, let them scan all the people with extreme self-destructive tendencies in the disease organization, and concentrate them in the mental hospital.

Also during this 50 years, an organization called the Brotherhood of Freedom began to slowly gather in the shadows.

"The fourth fifty years..."

The words in his heart were only half spoken, and Clark felt an indescribable intense pain, sadness, and guilt pouring out of his heart. Those were not his emotions, but came from the real master of the story.

"The fourth 50 years... I suddenly realized that I might be wrong."

"I've almost forgotten how many years there have been no new inventions on Earth." The voice in Clark's heart said.

"I've almost forgotten how many years there have been no new heroes."

"When aliens invade, when danger comes, some of them will only watch, sing aloud poems praising me and beg me to find a way out for them, and some will just stand, watching the danger indifferently Swallow them all together."

"I eliminated their dispute, but the progress that the dispute brought was gone."

"I removed their original sin, but their corresponding virtue."

"I eliminated all the evil thoughts in the world, but all the good thoughts also disappeared."

"I let them not have to live in the land full of dangers like they used to, but I also turned them into lambs in my pen. I have broken their backs and made them unable to stand up again."

In memory, "Superman" finally fell to the ground again.

From the moment "he" becomes the master, "he" is always soaring in the sky, overlooking all the evils in the world.

"He" thought that this would keep everything on a normal track, but when "he" flew higher, the people on the ground seemed smaller, the more lonely he was, the more disappointed he was, and the more he felt that he had nothing to do. wrong.

When he landed again and looked up at the sky again, he suddenly discovered that the flying self was also insignificant in the eyes of people on the ground.

"I began to recall my past. The super brain can remind me of the most subtle things. I suddenly remembered the words of that boy."

That bright-eyed, high-spirited boy.

"I suddenly remembered that many years ago, I was proud of being a human being and being accepted by human beings. I used to..."

I am also a person.

The value of people has never been that they never make mistakes, but that they can always learn from their mistakes, stand up again, and move in the right direction.

The voice was faint, but Clark felt that all his internal organs were churned up and mixed together.

He can't forgive the fickleness of human beings, and believes that human beings are impulsive, blind, and unable to be responsible for their own destiny, but in the end, apart from this strength, why is he different?

The belated guilt almost overwhelmed "him", so "he" seemed unusually calm.

"The kid is back."

Those exiled people, together with many people who were exiled one after another, found a planet in the distant universe, settled down, and multiplied. They never forgot their homeland one day.

That child has been dead for many years, but his spirit has the same continuation on a different planet.

The people on earth finally waited for the day of counterattack.

God did not resist.

"You didn't break their backs." Clark said after a while.

He didn't comment, and he didn't try to reassure or forgive—he wasn't in a position to do so.

"There will always be someone who will stand up and keep fighting until they beat you."

But he looked at the planet under his feet, that beautiful azure planet once gave birth to a group of the greatest heroes, they were selfless, they were upright, they were kind, they were united, and they were never defeated by anything.

They are not here, but their souls are here, their roots are here, they are hidden deep in the hearts of every ordinary person, no matter how long they have been barren, their spirits will germinate and revive here one day, leading their lives The people of the clan rose again from the slump.

He firmly believed in it.

It's just a pity that "he" can't see those good and good people anymore.

"How do you know I can't see it?"

Clark felt his heart skip a beat.

"We are one person." "He" said, "Although I am far less lucky than you."

Clark suddenly became vigilant, "What do you want to do?"

"I just want you to see me." "He" said in his heart, "then, move forward."

Clark found that his body moved, "he" crossed the sun, crossed the beautiful Milky Way, and turned his back to the earth into a beam of light in space.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, even the light can't catch up with him.

Clark felt a little disappointed.

As a Superman, he certainly understands that when the yellow sun's light no longer shines on him, his strength will no longer be replenished. Even though "he" has accumulated 200 years more energy than himself, under such super-strength How long can "he" last under consumption.

"Bruce once told me." Clark said in his heart, "Good and bad people will always die earlier."

He felt weak, but also felt that his connection with this body was getting weaker and weaker.

He didn't know how long he could stay here, but he knew that this should be the last time he came here.

"What do you call a good bad guy?"

"I don't know, but sometimes I think that when a bad person decides to change from the bottom of his heart, maybe he will find that he has a second way."

The distorted light traveled through this empty void, and Clark had already left this timeline, so in the end he couldn't see that light leaping to the end of the universe with the tiny sun spots, and then within a ten-thousandth of a second, Nei bumped into it head-on.

Light, gone.

In the eternal void, a person opened his eyes.

"Grandpa, grandpa, can you tell me another story about Batman?"

In Wayne Manor, a child with short black hair was lying on the lap of an old man in a wheelchair, looking at him with beautiful blue eyes admiringly.

"Why do you want to listen again, Thomas." Dick, who had reached middle age, came out of the kitchen, and he could still see the shadow of his youth in his eyes.

"Come to disturb Grandpa again. When Barbara comes back, see if I tell her."

"Dad is bad!" Thomas made a face at him, and then said longingly, "That's the first consultant of the Justice League, the greatest superhero, the immortal Son of Light—Superman's only partner With my partner, I can't believe that Grandpa ever knew such a powerful character."

Dick glanced at Bruce quickly, but the latter smiled and waved at Dick like an ordinary old man doting on his grandson, "Your grandpa was also very good when he was young, I used to be a sponsor of the Justice League, The dream girl of Gotham socialites."

"But you chose Grandpa Clark." Thomas winked at him mischievously, "Those beauties really broke my heart."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for his father to educate himself again, and ran away in a "patapata".

"He still hasn't come back?"

Dick steps behind Bruce.

"Yeah." Bruce said flatly.

There was a hint of anger on Dick's face, "You've...what is he still doing!"

"Don't blame him, the alliance always has endless tasks."

Dick looked at him hesitantly, wondering if he should tell him that as early as a few years ago, Superman stopped taking care of the league.

"He'll be back." Bruce leaned back in his wheelchair.

The memory went back to that day many years ago, when he drove the bat machine and flew towards Gotham sea with the nuclear bomb.

The sun was astonishingly bright that day, against the light, he rushed into the dazzling fiery red.

But just before the nuclear bomb was about to explode, a person rushed in from the sky, carrying the brilliance of the sun, and took away the nuclear bomb.

When he came to his senses, that person appeared in front of him again, holding out his hand against the light.

"Hello, I'm Superman, and my name is Clark."

He always felt that this man who appeared suddenly was strange and dangerous, and he never gave him a good face in the first days.

But the man seemed to have no temper at all, except that he was not allowed to intervene to help him in the battle, everything followed him, and in the end even his old housekeeper defected to the other side.

He was even more angry, and he was even more convinced that this guy had malicious intentions, and he had to guard against everything.

In the end, who would have thought that they would be together if they were on guard against each other.

Bruce laughed, recalling these past events again, those tricks and intrigues have all become fun, even the great Batman and the best detective in the world have to admit that he was a little naive when he thought about it.

"He'll be back."

They have experienced many things together, experienced the disaster of Dick's family, experienced Jason's near death, and in a coincidence, they joined forces with the Green Lantern John Tutanster, the Flash of Keystone City Wally, and the foreigner. Hawkgirl from the Stars, Atom from Calvin City, and Green Arrow from Star City form the Justice League, defeating the evil plans of countless villains.

By the way, he didn't expect Green Arrow to be Oliver Quinn from Star City next door.

They also reunited together, Zatanna, to witness the rise of the Dark Justice League.

Now he completely trusts his lover.

He believes that he will always come back to see him again before he dies, although he occasionally hopes that the other party's speed can be faster.

Because he knows that his time is running out.

Dick didn't speak, but poured him a cup of tea.

Bruce knew he resented him, because Clark held him and cried a lot when he grew his first gray hair, and since then he has often disappeared for no reason, and when he started to grow weaker and weaker, even the Alliance After it was declared incurable, it disappeared completely.

Dick felt he was disgusting himself.

But a person who secretly pulls out and hides the gray hair on his head every day, and when he can't hide it, is willing to spend hours every day before he gets up to make himself look old and ugly , How could he dislike his appearance?

He waited, waited, waited until his eyes could barely see, waited until he could barely breathe with the help of a respirator, waited until his children and grandchildren gathered in front of his bed, a vague figure Only then appeared in front of him again.

He heard a commotion, heard swearing and tables and chairs being overturned, and he felt the tubes being removed from him, someone picking him up.

He felt the pain in his body slowly diminishing, and his sense of the body was gradually disappearing.

It seemed—he was flying.

"You are back." Every sentence becomes extremely laborious, time is a tormenting thing, it can destroy all the most beautiful and precious things into another look.

"Do not talk."

He heard his lover's voice ringing in his ears, just like when they first met on the plane all those years ago.

Then he vaguely seemed to see a pool of water rapidly expanding in front of him.

He felt the momentary coldness when he fell into the water, and then a strange life-like energy seeped into his body from every pore in his body.

Bruce opened his eyes, the world in front of him was clear for a long time, his young lover burst into tears in the pool,

He looked at his hands in confusion, the tight skin was radiant, young and full of vitality, just like it was many years ago.

He froze for a moment, "You have kept many things from me."

Clark rushed forward and hugged him forcefully. He heard his broken cry and heard countless pain and grievances.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you all!"