After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Like most people on this planet, Martha didn't feel that these days were any different from the past.

Americans are used to children leaving home when they grow up. After Clark’s father, Jonathan, passed away, Clark worked in the Metropolis. She walked the dog, planted corn, painted, and visited neighbors in Kansas, so she didn’t feel lonely.

In addition, her son is not an ordinary person, just by calling his name, Clark can fly back for lunch during his lunch break.

A Kansas farmer who loves life, just visited her neighbors this morning to argue about whether her latest painting is abstract or just a bunch of random ones.

When walking home through cornfields taller than a man.

I saw my son standing at the door of his house in a daze.

"...Clark?!"

Martha spilled the scrolls all over the floor and ran to help him.

In memory, Clark had never shown her such a distressed look.

Black hair disheveled, stubble on the chin, mud all over the plaid shirt and trousers—it looked like he had walked back to Kansas without sleep.

Seeing his mother with his own eyes, the last ray of light finally ignited in the ashen blue eyes of the god of the world.

He called softly: "Mom."

Then he said, "He gave it to me..."

The man shook his head slowly, with a look of crying and laughing.

Then, it was like being drained of all strength for an instant.

The whole person fell backwards.

……

Clark had been languishing at home in Kansas before heading to Gotham.

Martha sat beside her son, watching him fall into a drowsy sleep.

He couldn't sleep well, struggled in his dreams, and the most common thing he said was, "Sasha, please—please..."

Sometimes he would be sweating profusely, clutching at his heart in agony, barely able to utter a full syllable.

The hot gaze that was forced out filled his eye sockets, but was tightly covered by his own palm.

Between the eye sockets and the palms, there was an unpleasant burning smell, and a wisp of gray smoke wafted out.

"...Please stay away from me, mother."

Clark pressed his eyes firmly, and tried his best to speak calmly, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

In the middle of the night, Clark suddenly woke up from a nightmare and rushed to dig through the drawers.

Clark has a camera that Jonathan gave him, which he doesn't use very much and keeps at home as a treasure.

After finding the camera, he opened it tremblingly, flipping through the photos one by one.

Martha had no idea what he was looking for, but saw him flipping through all the photos and videos almost mechanically and without interruption.

Turn it over and over again.

Over and over, over and over again.

Martha: "Clark, what are you looking for?"

He didn't seem to hear it, but turned around like crazy.

over and over again.

Until the camera ran out of power, the screen went black with a beep.

He knelt there and stopped all movements.

—— Martha had never seen such a desperate expression on a person's face.

She called him tremblingly: "Clark..."

Clark seemed to hear the voice only now, and looked up at his mother as if waking up from a dream.

Martha was wrapped in a shawl and had gray hair.

Standing under the lamp, he looked older than ever before.

"It's okay, Mom." He took his mother's hand. "It's dead."

Martha was frightened and stammered: "Then charge it...we...we'll charge it..."

Clark said gently: "Okay."

Since then, he seems to have changed back to that warm big boy.

But Clark still can't control superpowers well.

The heartache that could almost kill him also followed him like a shadow.

As long as the attack starts, within a few seconds, the Kryptonian will be crushed by the huge pain, the heat vision and freezing breath, and he will be forced to rush out.

He never made a sound during a fit, let alone called for help.

Seeing her son lying on the ground, Martha ran to him eagerly.

He heard Martha's footsteps, but shook his head, closed his eyes and backed away.

until it fell into an abandoned barn.

Martha burst into tears: "Clark! Look at yourself, tell me what happened, tell me who I should ask for help, tell me how I can help you...!"

But her son still didn't tell him anything.

Just like his lonely childhood.

2012年6月11日，下午5时28分。

Wayne Mansion was brightly lit.

Bruce Wayne looked normal as he walked down the wide marble stairs, as if he had never seen Wayne Manor razed to ruins.

He held a diamond tie pin in his hand.

Obviously, at the last second, he was wearing a tie while walking down from the bedroom on the second floor, preparing to go to a banquet belonging to Bruce Wayne.

Bruce left the pin on and put it in his suit pocket.

Alfred understood this action once he saw it:

"Oh no, sir, you've already accepted the invitation—the entire Gotham press is counting on this one dinner to feed them. If you really hate the flash, think of Miss Lynn Anderson, or Esther Miss Walker, or what you have publicly praised, I think—Miss Anne Carter, 'deep, icy saintly gray eyes'?"

The old butler tried to change his master's idea of ​​running away, but the noble and handsome Gotham prince on the steps happened to untie the tie he had just tied.

Alfred: "..."

Alfred skillfully said, "Okay. I'm going to draft a release stating that you released all the pigeons for the 28th time because of your unhealed skydiving injury."

He was about to turn around.

The man who stepped down the steps had already walked up to him.

Gave him a long hug.

Bruce whispered, "Nice to see you again, Alfred."

Alfred was taken aback.

Afterwards, Bruce let go, and before the old housekeeper saw his reddish eye sockets, he turned and walked into the study leading to the Batcave.

……

In the first year of the reboot, Batman has no time to sleep.

Because all the seeds of disaster will be planted in these two years.

He secretly summoned the Dark Justice League.

The biggest difference between Heizheng and Zhenglian is that the members of Heizheng are all magical: Constantine, Zatanna, Mrs. Shangdu, Shadow...

In the same year, a thick Hydra infiltration plan was sent directly to the personal computer of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

The plan was camouflaged and displayed in the S.H.I.E.L.D. system as a list of retired agents.

But when Fury finished scanning his irises and pressing his fingerprints, the plan would be revealed automatically.

The one-eyed bureau chief, who was scratched and blinded by the cat, finished browsing calmly.

Then shred the file permanently.

"Hey, Coulson."

He walked out of the office just in time to stop Phil Coulson.

"Just finished your field trip?"

Coulson was caught off guard by his hug, "Yes, sir."

Fury: "Coincidentally, Captain America just came back from a mission. Guess what, the three of us play together?"

Coulson stammered: "Ah, this, this complies with the regulations?"

Fury: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has no restrictions on personal relationships between agents. At eight o'clock after get off work, it's just the three of us. I'll find a place."

Phil Coulson, a stable and wise eighth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

But then he was still young.About to face his childhood idol, he is shy:

"If it's a private party, can I take my team members there? By the way, will Romanov and Clinton go? I think... Maybe they can have a good chat with the captain, so that they won't be left alone..."

Fury squeezed the hand on his shoulder with a little force.

Fury: "Just, us, three."

……

At this point in 2012, Dick was away from home to study in college, and Jason—he immediately found the kid from Crime Lane, and asked Alfred to come forward and protect him.

Batman stands alone in the empty Batcave.

The essence of the Bell Keeper project is to use information gaps to fight intelligence warfare.

In 2012, when everything has not yet collapsed, the friendly forces are still in an extremely abundant state, and the Avengers, Justice League Dark and S.H.I.E.L.D. can all provide him with powerful assistance.

Batman does not necessarily need to appear in every battlefield in person.

However, the Dark Knight's strong desire for control and sense of mission require him to follow up the progress of each line 24 hours a day, as well as the possible follow-up butterfly effect, so that he can figure out how to deal with the situation in time.

The Dark Knight works around the clock.

"You really need to rest, Master Bruce."

Alfred couldn't remember the hundredth time he tried to persuade him.

He saw with his own eyes that Bruce, who was so tired that he couldn't even hold his coffee cup, put on his cloak and stepped into the extremely dangerous magic dimension, and he didn't come back until dawn;

The loyal old butler followed him all the way, dissuading him in every possible way.

Alfred: "Excuse me, Master Bruce. Once you gave everything to Gotham, I thought you had found your purpose in life. But now... S.H.I.E.L.D., Magic Side, Hydra and Vengeance Alliance of Raiders? I'm really confused, what are you fighting for?"

The man stopped and thought about it.

He took off his gauntlet, revealing his rock-hard arm muscles.

On the inside of the left elbow, Alfred found a small lettering.

5 simple English letters, Sasha.

Alfred: "Is this... a personal name?"

Batman: "It's an oath."

Alfred froze.

No one knows better than he how the Dark Knight is stingy with his oath.

When he was ten years old, Bruce Wayne Jr. got his father's razor.

He got down on his knees, before the portrait of his parents, and pressed the metal blade against his wrist.

Tears fell from the child's eyes as he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad.

Sorry, Gotham.

However, the loss of blood caused him to experience some kind of hallucination.

He heard Gotham's sirens blaring day and night, and lambs in distress screaming in the dark.More pearl necklaces rained down, and crime blossomed cruelly in blood.

Everyone kneels in the blood of Crime Alley, looking up at Gotham's never-sunny sky.

The old housekeeper broke in and picked up his child from the pool of blood.

He frantically tore open his sleeves, and bandaged the little master's bloody wrist.

But he found that the other party had already bandaged himself briefly.

Blue eyes were looking at him calmly.

From that moment until the next ten years, 20 years.

He never saw a trace of wavering and bewildered in his little master's eyes again.

"...I swear on the souls of my parents."

"I will spend my life fighting against all evil to avenge them."

That was the first and only time in Alfred's life, hearing him utter the oath.

until today.

……

In the final stretch before the reboot, Batman made a habit of having Sasha's name etched on his arm.

Repeatedly re-mark until the trace disappears.

Because at that time, there was no carrier to keep Sasha's name;

There is no technology that can preserve Sasha's information.

And using human skin as a carrier, the information retention time is the longest.

He wasn't sure when the memory wipe would be his turn.

But he said that he will remember everything Sasha has done.

However, after the restart, when Batman habitually engraved the name of the space-time corrector on the inside of his arm.

He found that the engraving was actually preserved.

Because it is carved very deeply.

It becomes a permanent scar.

At the same time, the bell watchman's memory of everything about Sasha is as clear as yesterday.

— "Good luck, knight."

In that gray hospital corridor, the little dog who always ran around behind his cloak rarely said goodbye to him seriously.

The little prince's white and soft hands were held in black, cold, and badly worn gloves, showing an inappropriate sense of contrast.

Only then and now.

Only each other.

Can understand the weight of this grip.

From now on, the heavy fate of this world will be handed over to the dark knight by the young man himself.

—I swear to you.

he thought.

—I swear to you.Until the last drop of blood was shed, and the blessed armor was worn away.

The world will never be the same before I fall.

at a critical moment in time.

Batman returned to Gotham from the magical dimension and came to a chemical factory.

Before the reboot, Batman couldn't track down the Joker.

No one knows his origin, no one knows his network.

He appeared suddenly in Sin City like a mass of chaotic evil.

After the reboot, Batman did a lot of sifting and finally locked down on one person.

A miserable, poor, weak bottom buffoon.

With dreams of becoming a comedian, Joe Kerr lives in a cramped basement with his pregnant wife.He is no different from the tens of millions of impoverished households in Gotham dubbed the "invisible class" by the media.

He has no criminal record, clean hands, mild paranoia and depression tendencies, but he regularly goes to the community hospital to prescribe medicine, and his condition has been under good control.The evaluation of him by his superiors and colleagues is at most that he is an "honest person". When others fight, he will go up to persuade them to fight.

The bell keeper was almost exhausted by controlling several lines at the same time;

As soon as he traced the identity of the clown, he received news from Gordon that he had witnessed the leader of the gang "Red Hood".

He knew that it was Joe Kerr who took the risk to lead the Red Hood Gang for a shallow extra income, but was coaxed by the gang members to put on the Red Hood and framed as their leader.

He had hunted down this group of gangsters in the chemical factory back then. In extreme panic, Joe Kerr stumbled and fell into the chemical pool.

And he didn't have time to hold him back.

...It turned out that this was his greatest enemy in this life, Satan of Gotham.

Alfred: "My lord, there is a new piece of information: before he left, his wife seemed to be rescued by a neighbor in a small clinic because of an electric leak in the bottle heater."

Bruce paused as he pulled his bat mask back on.

Batman: "Go and see how she's doing. If necessary, transfer to a Wayne-funded public hospital."

Alfred: "Okay."

Once again he was prowling a shadowy chemical plant.

The light tubes in the corridor flickered on and off, making a slight crackling sound.

A knight belonging to the night, silently chasing the thugs in front of him in light and darkness.

The lamps dimmed.

Holding the extremely sharp batarang in his hand, he didn't think about anything.

And when the light tube was turned on, the words Gordon said before restarting suddenly echoed in his ears.

"...The existence of the clown is not your crime. He is the shadow born in the distortion of society. It is not God who made society like this, but us. Don't take all the crimes on yourself, just like Superman took the whole world It’s like taking your own pain on yourself. It’s going to make you do the wrong thing.”

The lights dimmed again.

In the dark, he saw Jason, Barbara, Martha.

And countless faces of citizens of Gotham or Metropolis.

These are the heavy blood debts that he once carried on himself.

—they weave into rivers in the darkness.

The lights come on again.

At this moment, he thought of Sasha.

In those final days, the leader of the rebel army was the person who entered and exited Sasha's ward the most.

He knew that Sasha, who had suffered a brain injury, had difficulty understanding the complicated plan of the Bell Watchman.

But even if there is no response, the dark knight will still be in sync with him in his voice as before.

Because Sasha had jumped on his heels and complained to them, telling him to listen to any plans and not leave him because he was lame.

In the early days, Sasha's body hadn't collapsed to the disastrous point later.The little golden retriever would sit up and listen really hard, trying to keep up with Batman.

He also added to the Bell Keeper plan that Batman could even save Peter's uncle in time if he could.

They talked about clowns.

Sasha said: "I know that I don't feel like standing and talking, and I also know that the clown really deserves to die after doing such a big job; but as long as you think you shouldn't kill him, can you still not kill him? "

Batman: "Why?"

He thought for a while and guessed an answer: "Because my 'deviation value' will increase."

Sasha waved his hand: "Ham, the deviation value and so on are all quantitative data. You are all living people, how can a few data be summarized?"

The little golden retriever told him a past story that he didn't know where he heard it, and even he himself almost forgot.

Batman and Superman pull the lasso of truth at the same time, and Wonder Woman asks who they are.

Superman says he's Clark Kent.

And he said he was Batman.

Sasha: "Brother, I've always wanted to ask you something. If you weren't Batman anymore, who would you be?"

The man looks at Sasha.

This is a secret that even Alfred doesn't know.

Bruce Wayne is dead.

Died in that pool of blood in Crime Alley, the night he slit his wrist when he was 10.

He was drowned in the river of grief, and finally grabbed a cloak to climb up, and has since lived as a symbol of Gotham's dark night.

It's pain, it's night, it's suicide, it's Batman.

He is calmer and more rational than anyone else, because he clearly knows that he is closer to the abyss than anyone else.

Once he loses Batman's mantle, there's nothing left of him.

Can no longer even be called a complete human being.

The Dark Knight pursued in the light and dark, and saw the man in the red hood from afar.

Joe Kerr, who was pulled as a scapegoat, was obviously terrified, especially in the shadows. When he saw the shadow of a huge bat, he scrambled and fled to the edge of the chemical pool.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I didn't commit a crime! I didn't commit a crime! I wasn't with them. . . . God! Help me! Help me!"

The sharp corners of the batarang pierced into the fingertips of the pitch-black glove.

The Dark Knight hissed, "Stand still."

Yet this is his mission, his responsibility.

The sins he never had time to bear.

He was nothing compared to the ideal to which he was devoted.If Batman had to be killed by him in the process of guarding the timeline, then this sacrifice is insignificant.

Joe Kerr cried: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!! Help me!!!"

The red hood on his head prevented him from seeing clearly.He almost followed his last falling voice, and fell towards the chemical pool several floors down at the same time.

——At that moment, the body's instincts were controlling Batman's actions.

He quickly shot the hook gun in his hand, and the unfurled cloak was like a huge bat's wings. He walked to the edge of the chemical pool in two steps, and was about to fly down to catch him.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Batman stopped where he was.

Just above the foul-smelling chemical pool, Joe Kerr was pulled.

When half of his toe hit the water, there was a sizzling corrosion sound, which made Joe Kerr pull his feet back immediately.

Follow him up and look up.

First, the bright red boots.

Then came the strong thighs wrapped in the blue battle suit.

Further up, is a bright red belt.

And the huge "S" printed on the chest.

The god on earth took his arm and slowly rose to the level of Batman.

The moment they looked at each other.

A frightening question began to gradually emerge in the Dark Knight's mind.

--Who are you?

Are you Clark Kent, or Kal-El?

Is it a fair and merciful god on earth, or a murderous and cruel supreme leader?

Joe Kerr, who was wearing a red hood, didn't know anything at this time, only knowing that he was trembling in the hands of the Kryptonians.

He hung in the man's hand, crumbling like a weight, and severely tortured the principled conscience of the two heroes.

"...Until now, this person's crime is still attempted robbery."

After an unbearable silence, Clark spoke first.

"I'll take him to the police station."

His eyes touched the sharp bat dart.

He raised his complicated and deep blue pupils, and looked at his best friend.

Then shook his head slowly.

Inside the chemical plant is dark.

However, outside the hole that Clark broke through, the bright lights of the policeman cast a beam of light towards the chemical plant.

Holding the person in his hand, he slowly ascended towards the hole where the beam of light leaked.

—they were drowned in the grand light.

Day 19 of restart.

A Kryptonian in chains, landing in the Batcave.

The route of the Bat Cave has seven turns and eight turns, all of which contain lead.

If it was the boy scout who just debuted 8 years ago, he would never be able to sneak in without sounding any alarms.

Just at this very second.

The dark knight quickly pressed the most hidden button under the console.

The entire Batcave was instantly covered by a miserable green kryptonite radiation field.

"Alfred." Batman didn't turn around, but just opened the manor's communication line, his voice calmly said, "No matter what happens, don't come down here."

Alfred: "I do want to bring you afternoon tea, but—what happened, sir? Can I..."

The Dark Knight cut off the communication, turned around, and faced the God of Slaughter in front of him.

He seized the time to confirm that the kryptonite radiation was enough to temporarily remove Superman's superpowers.

Just flipped another switch and replaced it with a red sun beam that was harmless to Kryptonians.

"Now," Batman said, "we can talk."

Even if he has just been exposed to a huge amount of kryptonite radiation, even if he is in shackles, the god of men is still what Batman remembers.

Powerful, dazzling and holy.

As the leader of the Resistance Army, no one understands better than him that when Superman is an enemy, this is more terrifying than his superpowers: he is all humans on this planet, the imagination itself of the word "perfect".

As long as he is willing, it is impossible for anyone to resist the brilliance of the Son of the Sun and choose a path that deviates from him.

The Son of God stood there, tightly closing his eyes for a while.

Finally the man gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm sorry, Bruce."

"……I'm very sorry."

"For everything."

The god on earth understands that words can never wash away the sins he has committed.

But he owes Batman the sorry, anyway.

Even though he saw Batman in the chemical factory, he almost confirmed that he was not the only one who came back from that timeline.

But he still confided to Batman everything in his memory.

Without reservation.

Then, he raised his hands.

On his wrist bones, there are two lead-black heavy iron rings——

The shackles he made for himself in the Fortress of Solitude.

These are a pair of kryptonite shackles, because only kryptonite can pierce the skin of the Man of Steel, and deeply embed the short spikes on the inside of the shackles into his wrist bones.

When he was wearing it, he basically had no ability to act autonomously, so the nano-robots in the fortress could only add a thick layer of lead to the surface of the bright green kryptonite shackles.

Then, he slowly placed a key on the ground between himself and Batman.

Although it is a "key", it is not actually used to unlock the shackles, but to start it.

The iris and DNA of a specific person can make the "key" play a real role-to completely remove the lead layer on the shackles, so that the actions of the gods on earth can be completely restrained.

The continuity of time determines a world line, and the continuity of memory determines a person.

Clark knew that according to Batman's prudent style, while it was known that he was the dictator before the restart, a brand new structure map of the Red Sun Prison must have emerged in the Dark Knight's brain.

He had personally broken the trust of his friends.

Now it is even more difficult to regain, especially a character like Batman.

Clark looked at the other party trying to hide the state of overdraft, and whispered: "Bruce, I can't expect you to trust me again, but please allow me to help you."

"I can't provide any more evidence to make you trust me, only my oath to Rao - from our acquaintance to the present, I have never and will never lie to my friends."

"I made an unforgivable mistake."

"It was I who betrayed my dream—the world where dignity, freedom, and justice fully bloom..."

"I cannot extravagantly ask for your forgiveness, but at least, please allow me to have the qualifications of redemption..."

The Dark Knight stood there.

Clark also babbled a lot.But for a brief moment, he didn't hear clearly.

From the first time that the best partners faced each other in the Hall of Justice until the end of the 5-year Injustice War, they waited for 8 years to accumulate energy against the clock.

There was a full 13 years in the middle.

13 years.

During this period of time, it was soaked in blood and grievances, soaked in the lives of tens of billions of people.

And wait until everything collapses and the world restarts.

He waited for a god's confession.

At this moment, even the calm and rational Dark Knight could not help feeling a little dazed.

--No.He never needed an apology to prove his rightness and vision.

From the beginning to the end, he just wanted to see that sincere and warm friend soaring under the sky of this planet again.

……

2015, the third year of restart.

The Metropolitan and New York officially end martial law.

The year 2015 was the biggest turning point when the world entered darkness.In this year, the metropolis was destroyed by nuclear weapons, the Axis of Good and Evil War broke out, and the whole world fell into panic and war.

Today, the world is still the same as it was.Tranquility and noise, chaos and peace.

In the past three years, the gods on earth have become much more silent than before.

Those blue eyes like the clear sky turned into a pair of broken sapphires.

He hardly ever talked to anyone except in Martha's presence.

I just use all my time, including the time spent pretending to be the little reporter Clark, to save the lives of hundreds of millions of people, and to cooperate with the bat's bell watchman mission.

Kryptonite shackles on the wrists, with a total of two actuators.

He gave one of them to Batman.

There was one left, who he wanted to give it to, Clark didn't tell anyone.

He knew it was a new timeline.

In this world, Metropolis needs him, Martha needs him, the planet needs him.

Whether it's his endless love for this planet or his inhuman sense of responsibility, he can't allow himself to end his life with a tube of kryptonite concentrate like before the restart.

but.

What is more cruel than witnessing the one he loves disappear in front of his eyes is that when Sasha has chosen to leave this world in such a tragic way, he must force himself to continue living in this world until he has survived the long journey from Kryptonian. until he is freed in his lifetime.

Landing in the Batcave again, Clark still hasn't spoken.

Batman spoke up first.

Batman: "You've been working on the Mother Box in the Fortress of Solitude lately. Why?"

When Clark replied, his eyes seemed to be a little distracted: "I discovered one thing. A single mother box can achieve a space transition, and multiple mother boxes can be combined with Kryptonian technology to achieve a multiverse transition."

silence.

Batman turned his back to him, looking at the big screen.

Joe Kerr has been being watched without his knowledge.On the screen, the man who should have become Gotham Nightmare is looking for a chance to perform on stage for his wife and children.

Strip away that heinous origin, and he's nothing now.

Just an ordinary guy being driven by life.

Batman spoke again: "Sasha, or someone like him, should only appear in extreme worlds; like the end of the world, or extreme scarcity."

Batman: "They are likely to be the correctors of the collapsing worlds in the multiverse. It is their task to bring these worlds back to normal. There is information control in this group, it is best to try to pretend to be one of them .”

Batman: "In their pons area, there is a special brain nerve growing, which is responsible for carrying their 'source of power'-this information comes from you and your brain-controlled machine-use your microscopic vision, can be identified.”

All this information was deduced by the Dark Knight himself.

Sasha's superb sniping and driving skills can prove that he is a very experienced fighter under his deceptive appearance.

The habit of always picking up rags in his pockets and wanting to make the best use of everything proves that he has never really lived in a rich environment.

From the pampered environment in the Hall of Justice, after entering the underground shelter, there is no need for an adaptation period at all, and new suggestions can even be made on the original management system;

It shows that most of his former residences are actually the same as here.

Clark: "...I know I have responsibilities. But I...I really can't live like this. Bruce. I swear I tried. But I just can't - I just want to find him No matter what it is, as long as it is people and things related to him, I want to find him. Maybe... maybe one day, I can really find him..."

Batman: "No need to explain. As of now, the only thing you can do to help the Bell Watcher Project is stay out of human politics. So, bring your Alliance communicator. If there is an event that requires your presence, I will contact you."

Even if you don't need the wisdom of a Zhenglian consultant, you know that this is something that only a lunatic can think of.

...but Batman didn't stop him.

After the world restarted, whenever he saw those people who had disappeared in the darkness, walking towards him again.

Batman still can't help but think back to that little dog leg who staggered behind his cape.

A small, warm light huddled around the heavily wounded and exhausted Dark Knight.

This picture is the only warm and bright color in his memories of that timeline.

He can't recall, only repressed.

Because reason told him all the time that this scene would never happen again in this life.Except for the engraving on the arm, telling him that the boy had been here, there is no trace of him in this world.

But Superman is different.

Superman is a miracle, a myth.

He is Light itself, and He is omnipotent.

The Dark Knight closed his eyes.

If Superman is a lunatic, it goes without saying that he is too.

He said: "—Go. Go to him."