Those years when I was the mayor [comprehensive British and American]

Remarks: The Justice League in this world has not yet been established. The background of the world: General Zod invaded and was killed. The whole world just learned of the existence of Superman.

There have been 110 four murders in the past six years, which equates to nineteen a year, and even though the courts can't sit like that, I'm going to put them on his head.Women, children, and men, choked, shot, beheaded...and poisoned with homemade laughing gas.

His methods are always changing with the wind, and Gotham happens to be unpredictable.

At this moment, in the Batcave, Bruce, who took off his headgear, threw himself into the chair in front of the computer.His eye sockets were sunken, and the bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.He hasn't had a rest for 48 hours, in fact, it has become his daily routine.

"You should rest for a while." said the butler Alfred who came over with hot soup.

"No." After Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, he regained his energy again. He sat in front of the computer and tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly: "The bank robber gave a new statement, and the news from the Arkham Mental Hospital I am afraid there will be another incident in Gotham that will not stop."

"Criminals can never be caught." Alfred looked at the child he raised with his care and care with those tolerant and generous eyes, and sighed in his heart: "You should learn to cherish yourself, sir. .”

"I know, Alfred." Bruce took his eyes off the screen for a moment, turned his head to the old butler and said, "Can you pour me a cup of coffee?" He blinked and smiled.

Alfred couldn't refuse such Bruce.

"Okay." He said helplessly, "but you have to drink the soup first."

Bruce looked at Ah Fu's back and rubbed his throbbing forehead.

"Don't fall." Ah Fu didn't turn around, but his voice was firm and abnormal: "I will know."

Bruce closed his eyes and drank the strange health soup. A familiar smell of medicine filled his taste buds, which was not difficult to accept.When he left Wayne Manor to study around the world, he spent a long time with this pungent and bitter traditional Chinese medicine in a secret base on the top of the Himalayas.

When a warm feeling gradually rose in his stomach, Bruce's frown slightly relaxed.

He once again focused on the screen in front of him: in the picture, a young woman with ponytails and a heart drawn on her face, a woman with a baseball bat blowing bubble gum while He blinked his eyes in the direction of the camera.Very calm.

The camera turned again, and a flat and empty road appeared, but suddenly, the images of several people appeared out of thin air as if tearing apart the space.

Bruce zooms in on the only woman standing in the frame.

A light-colored long dress, simple and elegant, with long black hair messily draped over her shoulders, but it couldn't hide her flustered expression at the moment.

A supernatural being captured and chased by Harley Quinn?

A girl who suddenly appeared on a Kansas frontier farm and was attacked by an inexplicable assassination?

Bruce frowned, he always felt that things would not be so simple.

Harley Quinn's prison break - until the sudden spate of horrific murders that started last month, all bodies mutilated, organs ripped out, and parts of faces, by the way.The last few victims were well-known acquaintances in Arkham, who were also "friends" of the Joker.

This series of actions cannot be accidental.

The Joker has a new plan, although it is not sure what the real purpose of this plan is.But he knew that Gotham, which had calmed down, would be despised again for a bloodbath.

He must be caught!

Bruce's eyes were deep, and finally images of two women appeared on the screen in front of him.

—Harley Quinn and Liz.

A clue, a trap.

Bruce tapped the table with his index finger, looking deep in thought.Obviously, he was thinking about the first target.

And soon, Bruce got rid of this situation that required a choice.Because, an unexpected guest came unexpectedly!

The terrifying bang suddenly interrupted Bruce's thoughts. While picking up the mask on the table, he quickly touched a gun from his waist.

"Who are you!" A muscular figure came from the other side of the isolated waterfall.

is a man!

no weapons!

But Bruce's intuition told him that the other party was very dangerous!

Someone who can find out where the Batcave is, someone who arrives unarmed - definitely not an 'uninvited visitor' with good intentions!

"Stop!" Bruce fired a shot. At the same time, he pressed a red button on the console. In an instant, the Batmobile that occupied a place in the Batcave lit up. Two cannons with a diameter of about 20cm thick The barrel drilled out from the bottom of the car and aimed at the waterfall in front of it.

But this move did not seem to deter the visitor at all. He passed through the surging water curtain and came to this bat cave isolated from the outside world in an instant.

Bruce saw his face clearly, and at the same time, he pressed the remote control button of the Batmobile.

"Srustling..." Two sounds, as if something terrifying broke the air.

Immediately afterwards, 'Boom! 'There was a loud noise, while the flames splashed, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

At the place where the fire was set in front of the waterfall, the boulder collapsed, and as the dazzling smoke dissipated, a deep pit about 10 meters wide appeared on the ground.And in that deep pit, there was still a person standing.

His clothes were already tattered, even burned to ashes by the beam of the particle cannon, but the exposed skin showed a healthy color of wheat, and the muscles were majestic, showing no signs of injury at all.

The visitor casually patted the ashes off his body, not caring about his naked upper body.

With a disdainful smile, he walked over step by step.

Seeing that the latest gear loaded on the Batmobile was useless, Bruce made no further attempts to attack.

He even put down his gun.

"Clark Kent, a reporter from the Daily Planet. Or, in other words, the Superman who resisted the Kryptonian army alone in Metropolis, Kal-El." When he said this, Bruce looked at the other party.The light hit his chiseled face, but at this moment he was completely without the chic and unrestrained style in the magazine.His serious expression and the murderous intent in his eyes are so strong, like a seasoned warrior, assassin, killer...

But the look that makes Gotham's super criminals shudder only brings a smile to the face of those in front of them.

The white teeth are slightly open from under the thin lips, like a demon that eats people without spit out bones.

"Although your arrogant and rude welcome made me somewhat angry, but I am tolerant and choose to forgive you who are ignorant at the moment. By the way, let me introduce myself, I am Carl." Carl walked in front of Bruce, and when he was one step away from the other party , he stopped.

Bruce noticed his unusual behavior.Despite his casual demeanor, for some reason, Bruce felt a pang of anger.The other party seemed to be suppressing his instincts.

"Carl." Bruce chewed the word and asked, "What's your purpose here." He cut to the chase.

"I'll give you some information." Carl said, "Harley Quinn is in Kansas Town, and the clown is also here."

"How did you know this news?"

"Don't forget what I do."

"Okay." Bruce seemed to accept his rhetoric, "But have you got the wrong person? You should tell the police about this information. Do you need me to introduce you to a detective?"

"You mean Gordon?" Carl raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be so troublesome, you think I expect the efficiency of these incompetent people?"

Bruce's eyes darkened, and the two looked at each other, the bat thorns in his cuffs were faintly hot.

Carl took a step closer, and the distance they saw was only close at hand.As long as he reaches out, his bat spines can cut through his naked chest.

But Bruce knew that the weapon in his hand could never hurt the person in front of him.

In that battle with General Zod, the Metropolis suffered countless casualties, but the protagonist who caused this tragedy was unscathed when he fell straight into the ground from outer space.

Bruce knew the Son of Kryptonian system better than anyone in the military.

—He, invulnerable, not even bleeding.

"Don't be so guarded." Carl almost listened to the sound of Bruce's heart beating violently, which was the sound of fear.As he got closer, he could even see Bruce's pupils constrict suddenly as if startled.

That is a very wonderful color.

Carl's original anger dissipated, and he was pleased by the embarrassed Bruce Wayne in front of him.

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died a long time ago." Carl's voice penetrated into Bruce's ears like a poisonous snake, "In my eyes, you are as small as an ant, so fragile , and tried to resist."

Carl's sneering smirk set Bruce's anger ablaze.

But the long-term tempering and the pain in countless cold winters made him learn to endure.

He resisted the urge to attack the opponent again, and said coldly: "If I am really as small as an ant in your eyes, then why do you come to me for help?"

"Seeking help? You call that asking for help?"

"Isn't it?" Bruce said nonchalantly: "If the great Son of Krypton can catch the clown alone, why would he condescend to come to me and tell me this information."

I don't know if it's because Bruce looks too much like someone, or because his words hit Carl's weakness.In short, lightning flashed and thundered, and wind and clouds surged in those blue eyes.The killing intent originally hidden under the sarcasm was fully revealed.

Carl grabbed Bruce by the neck and lifted him easily from the ground.

The originally handsome face was distorted by anger, and the scarlet fire was hidden in it, ready to go!

"It's because of you! The clown was able to hurt so many people! All the blood and wronged souls on his hands are your original sin! It's you! Forgive him time and time again! Use hypocrisy to forgive a heinous criminal! Your cowardice! You don’t want to kill him with your own hands! Put him in the ridiculous Arkham Asylum! Let him escape again and again, and the ridiculous chase and escape game of the two of you has killed countless innocent people! He Damn! You should be even more damned!"

"Let him go!" A voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

Alfred appears with a gun.

"Ah Fu, I...cough...I'm fine, you leave!" Bruce tried to dissuade Ah Fu from leaving, but in fact, Karl's strength had already left him deprived of oxygen, and the severe pain in his throat made him almost speechless Come.

The appearance of Alfred brought back Carl's sanity, and after he took a look at the gray-haired old man, he let go of Bruce.

"I'll give you 24 hours to find the clown!" After Carl finished speaking, he turned and left the Batcave.

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately walked to Bruce's side and helped him up.

"Master, are you all right?"

Facing Ah Fu's worried expression, Bruce shook his head, "I'm fine...ahem..."

Bruce's comfort did not appease Alfred at all. The eyes of the nearly fifty-year-old man were full of worry. He looked in the direction of the waterfall, as if looking at the figure that had already left.

"This person doesn't seem to be like Clark Kent."

Bruce heard Alfred mutter, but he didn't answer.

He also looked in the direction where the figure had disappeared, but a gloomy light flashed quickly in his eyes.

Although this person who called himself Kal-El had the same face as Clark Kent, he had a sly character that Clark Kent had never seen before.The murderous look on his body and those ruthless eyes did not match the person in his memory at all.

After the Battle of the Metropolis, Bruce conducted a meticulous and close investigation of Clark Kent.

Although he has always been vigilant and utterly wary of this person from Krypton, he has to admit that this Kryptonian who grew up on a Kansas farm is actually a silly and sweet boy.

But why, suddenly, the other party seems to have completely changed his appearance?

He is very familiar with the pain and sadness hidden under the anger.That's what Bruce sees himself in the mirror every sleepless day and night.

What did he lose?