The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

The imaginary scene did not appear, and Clark, who was frightened, urged Bruce to escape from the farm that afternoon, and even overcame the psychological shadow at the cost of sacrificing himself to fly with his teeth.

...Bruce felt his paws itch, and wanted to give him another blow very much, but in order to maintain the character design of the Gotham baby, he had to endure it by himself and pretend to be happy.

"Can I fly a little higher~" He pretended to be enthusiastic and said, but in fact he was terribly sick in his heart, "Just fly for a while, let go and throw me down, and then catch me before landing. "

"This is not a good idea, Bruce." Clark said in a good-tempered manner, "I don't intend to criticize your hobbies, but extreme sports should be carried out under the condition of ensuring safety."

"Pedant."

"This is for your own good. You should take better care of your body." Clark said helplessly.

It has to be said that during these short hours of getting along, his impression of the richest man in Gotham has changed a lot.

He was indeed arrogant and stubborn, with a bit of a rich man's pretentiousness, but Clark felt that he was not as bad as the rumors said.

He is also a rich man, he has seen Luthor's domineering and domineering, compared to this little flaw on Baby Bruce, it is simply cute, and Clark believes in his own vision, although Bruce may not be as powerful as Luther. Talent and ability, but he's a decent guy and that's enough.

He's actually warm and easy-going most of the time, especially when he thinks you're a normal citizen and he doesn't have to be like Superman himself.

He even sincerely apologized for being aggressive at the party that day - even though it was Bruce who turned out to be more aggressive later on.

In this way, Bruce's full of ridicule can't be said at all.

Bruce Baby is poisonous and arrogant, and Batman is cold and angry, but none of these can change the fact that he is actually not good at dealing with those who treat him well, because he can't convince himself to take the initiative to hurt others with peace of mind.

Calm down Bruce, think about your building and satellite, Bruce kept telling himself in his heart.

But he knew that this would have little effect. In fact, since he corrected his mentality, his hostility towards Superman has faded a lot. Of course, the loss of a building and a satellite is heavy, but compared to the safety of an entire city or even the entire planet. As far as he is concerned, he is willing to accept this price.

Clark didn't know that his creditor was quietly planning to write off his biggest debt at the moment-although he didn't even know that there was such a debt.

He dutifully traveled the responsibilities of his own vehicle and quickly reached the edge of the metropolis. Clark flew so skillfully during this distance that he was not spotted or photographed even though it was still dark.

But another accident disrupted their plans.

A cat and a dog landed on the sandy beach of the metropolitan sea, looking at the endless sea.

The city that was originally far away from the metropolis, together with the bridge connecting the two cities, turned out to be only an empty ocean.

Gotham City disappeared, along with the bustling docks, bustling crowds, and passing boats and vehicles. The place that was once extremely lively due to trade was left deserted, and it seemed that even seabirds were unwilling to visit this place.

Clark looked at Bruce worriedly, and Bruce stopped talking from the beginning.

"Are you OK."

"...that's not right." After a moment of silence, Bruce replied.

The two of them turned back to the metropolis, taking advantage of their seemingly insignificant advantage to easily sneak into the crowd.

The streets of the metropolis are still tidy and bustling, but Clark instinctively noticed something different.

He used to walk every inch of his city, whether as Superman or as a small reporter.

He is familiar with this city, everyone and everything in this city, so he can naturally see the contradictions in this city.

Bruce's eyes were deep and solemn, and Clark felt that there was something different hidden in them.

He didn't want to interfere with other people's thoughts, but the eyes were so heavy that he couldn't help but wonder what he could do for him.

Suddenly, Bruce ran forward on all fours, and Clark hurried to catch up. Because of too much force, he couldn't control it for a while, and his hind paws even dug a pair of small holes in the ground. Fortunately, no one noticed.

The big black cat quickly shuttled back and forth among the crowd, and Clark hurriedly chased it while trying to restrain his body's urge to fly.

It wasn't until a sharp turn that the big cat in front braked suddenly, and Clark stopped along with him.

What appeared before his eyes was an ancient manor surrounded by roses.

He tilted his head, feeling that the scene in front of him was a bit familiar—as if he had seen this house before.

The super brain quickly began to search, and finally locked on a small illustration in an old newspaper that it had read.

Clark looked at Bruce and said hesitantly. "This is... Wayne Manor..."

Wayne Manor has not been destroyed.

Bruce didn't speak, and climbed over the mottled railing a few times, and landed in the yard that seemed a little deserted because no one trimmed it. The old and stately mansion overlapped with his memory. He never knew that he could still remember it so clearly.

"Mr. Wayne..." Clark looked at him worriedly.

He still remembered how ironic the incident was described in the newspapers—the worthless playboy set his own house on fire after getting drunk, and then the foundation that the Wayne family had worked so hard for for generations was just like that. Burned in the fire, and the unfilial son who sullied Wayne's name was lying on the edge of the garden pool and sleeping soundly, and he didn't even find out about it until his old housekeeper woke him from his sleep the next morning. .

How useless, how pathetic...

"Poor Dr. Wayne, he'd be ashamed to have a son like that." Clarke remembers getting the most comments when he visited Gotham.

And this is basically the same answer he got from his colleagues when he was preparing for the interview at the newspaper office.

But is this really the case?

Is it true that when more people say something, it must be true?

Clark didn't believe that a person with such eyes would do such a stupid thing.

He thought of that night again.

It wasn't a good memory, they broke up, hated each other, and Clark rarely hated someone he just met, even if that person had said something mean to him, but Bruce was an exception.

And it wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that maybe this exception was not because of how annoying Bruce Wayne was, but because for a moment, he was afraid that what he said was true.

"Come with me." Bruce said suddenly.

He took Clark through the winding corridors, jumped over the exquisite stone statues, climbed up the roof of the manor along the drainage ditches and small gargoyles, and then got into the house through a small hole under a flower window. house.

The familiar and unfamiliar furnishings in the manor made Bruce feel fluctuated again, but this time he quickly asked him to come out.

There are traces of people living in the house, but many of the rooms are extremely dirty, obviously no one has cleaned them for a long time.

He thought of Alfred and felt a little worried.

Maybe something happened to the Alfred of this world.

"Wang Woo!"

Just then, Bruce heard a scream.

He jerked his head back to find Clark standing in front of a photograph, looking petrified.

Bruce glanced at the photo, it was very ordinary, it was a photo of himself and Superman in this world.

Clark tilted his head stiffly to look at Bruce, who could almost hear the click of his neck as it turned.

"This is... Wayne Manor?"

Bruce didn't answer, the word "nonsense" was written in his eyes.

"That man is Bruce Wayne?!!!" Clark almost screamed.

"Didn't you hear when the two of them were talking?" Bruce was speechless.

"I thought it was just the same name." Clark said, and he thought of the picture he had seen before. At first, he had almost seen it, but now he began to feel that everything was weird, especially when he thought of the picture he had just arrived. When he couldn't control his body, he rushed to kiss and lick him, so he wanted to fly to the North Pole to calm down in embarrassment.

Bruce knew this house very well, and took Clark into the room through the pipe that would not be photographed by surveillance, which did not alarm the world himself, but they did not find anything useful, of course, which was expected middle.

It was already midnight when they came out of the manor, and the question marks in their stomachs did not dispel at all. Bruce deliberately wanted to go to the Batcave again. There must be important information there, but because there was still a Clark, he finally Still dismissed the idea.

In order to get as much news as possible, in the next few days, the two spent several days wandering around the metropolis, living like real stray animals, but in the end they had to confirm that because of some unknown reasons , there is no Gotham City here, and "Zatana who knows magic" is naturally impossible to find.

But they also found some other news, for example - "Justice League".

When he first heard of this title, Clark was silent for a long time, he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was having in his heart.

envious?envy?Maybe both.

There is no Gotham in this world, but there is also a guy named Batman.

He was younger, more alive, and more...more like the heroic dark knight in the stories Clark had heard as a child.

The more he heard about his story, the more uncomfortable Clark felt. He didn't know what such a brave and upright person would experience in the future, but he sincerely hoped that in this world, the hero in the story would not become A lynching executioner.

By now he had to admit one thing - he never hated Batman - he just hated seeing the hero he adored as a kid turn out that way.

Maybe he should talk to him when he gets back, Clark thought, and maybe there's something more to it, like Bruce did.

"Do not think too much."

As soon as he thought of Bruce, Bruce's warning voice drove all the thoughts out of Clark's mind.

Because of this experience of being animals together, the relationship between the two has eased a lot. Clark unilaterally felt that they were already friends who had been through thick and thin.

"I can find my way," Clark said.

Don't talk about the way home, he can find it with his eyes closed, but unfortunately he can't talk about it.