[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

"So, why the law?" Bruce asked curiously while sitting on the sofa.

After that frankness, the top-floor revolving restaurant seems to be out of their league.Perhaps out of enthusiasm for new friends, or the need for a safer place to talk to avoid monitoring from the sky, Bruce took advantage of the opportunity to invite Freya to visit Wayne Manor, and the latter readily agreed.That's why they were sitting on soft leather sofas, eating Alfred's cookies in comfort.Freya was a little flattered. As an English butler, Alfred was too enthusiastic.

"If it were you, what would you learn?" Freya asked back.

"I don't know, it's hard to imagine," Bruce said, "but if I were going to live in a place where everything was strange, wouldn't world history be a better place to start?"

"I thought about that," Freya patted the crumbs on her hands, "but then decided to study the law, the order in which human society operates, and the tools that the ruling class relies on to consolidate control. If you want to integrate into human beings, The first step is to understand where the bottom line of human society is, as a foreigner, only by sticking to the bottom line can we not be excluded."

"You talk like a textbook," Bruce scoffed at her, "but I've read your previous contracts, and those old hidden clauses say the opposite."

"But I didn't break the law, did I?" Freya blinked slyly. "They stumbled. It's because they are not good at learning. What does it have to do with me? It's just a poor working class trying to I'm just trying my best to please the boss, after all I have to support myself and Big Bear, if I'm not social, I might not even be able to afford dog food."

Bruce snorted. "Didn't the personnel of Wayne Group send you an email half a year ago? Could it be that the poaching salary offered by Lex Industries is not high enough?"

He got up and went to Nakajima to pour coffee. Freya glanced at the faint figure of Mr. Housekeeper in the kitchen.

"How many candies?" Bruce asked, taking out two cups.

"Five, thank you, I'll eat sweets." Freya waited politely for the master's service, "The message Lex Industries sent me was private, and I only received it last week, and I never mentioned it to anyone else. So what? A dossier? Surveillance shit?"

"It was a dossier," Bruce said honestly, with a bit of mocking complaint in his tone, "but now we have to start from scratch."

"Excuse me, Bruce, I have to go a little bit, otherwise how do I do my ID card and resume?" Freya said, "Besides, I have at least put a lot of truth in the file. One word of your reports is true. ?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Okay," Freya compromised, "I haven't actually gone to college."

"You faked your Midtown University diploma? I can't believe I'm stupid enough to believe an alien can take a 2350 on the SAT." Bruce dropped a large sugar cube into his coffee.

"I also attended a language school for a year," Freya said with a drawn out voice, "but you can't find this in any files. Well, it's your turn."

"What's wrong with me?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

This time it was Freya's turn to stare at him.

Bruce made a gesture of surrender.He walked to the sofa, put the coffee down on the table, and seemed to think for a while before he said: "I told them that I like extreme sports, and later this became Batman's disguise after he was injured. But in fact, at the beginning I tried However, once I went skydiving, I immediately regretted it as soon as the plane door opened."

"But I heard you can fly a plane," Freya questioned.

"I built the Bat-fighter," Bruce said, "not the parachute."

"So I took you flying that day, but you were really worried?" Freya smiled, "Your arm is as stiff as a stone."

Batman shot her a death glare.

Aliens have nothing to fear.

They chatted for a while, and then went to the restaurant to enjoy the sumptuous lunch made by Alfred. The old butler walked with wind today, and seemed to be humming a folk song when he finally served dessert.

Satisfied with wine and food, Freya asked if she could go to see his battle suit. Bruce hesitated for a moment, and nodded before she wanted to withdraw the request.

When they went down to the Batcave, Freya could see clearly the Batmobile and battle suit that she couldn't see the details of a few days ago because the night was too dark.At that time, she only felt that the equipment was expensive, but now she felt that these things were made of gold.After Bruce said that most of the equipment was repaired and maintained by Alfred, she was in awe of the old housekeeper who made delicious cookies.

The atmosphere was relaxed until she turned around and saw another suit in a glass case.

Bruce's gaze followed, and the small arc disappeared from his lips immediately.

"That was a mistake I made," he said with difficulty after a long silence, "I can't tell you his name unless he allows it to happen, but this suit belongs to one of my sons .At that time I held him, powerless, I thought that because of my mistake, I would lose my family forever." He looked at Freya: "A father lost his child, but he can't do anything , I hate this feeling of powerlessness.”

"So that's why you hate aliens? Because of this feeling of powerlessness?" Freya asked.

"If one day, if, one of you goes bad, what will this earth look like?" Bruce said, "You are protecting the earth, but why should I always believe that? This is not your planet, we are not Your people, you are invulnerable, but a small pneumonia can kill human beings. Low life is like an ant to high life, tell me, Freya, do you care whether an ant lives or dies?"

"Ants can't talk to me." Freya smiled slightly, "You're talking to me, you're telling me how you feel, and I'm listening."

She organized the language, and then said: "Bruce, I'm glad you asked this question, why should I protect humans?"

"Before I came to the earth, I used to think that the most difficult thing in the world was to walk among the strong. Now I know better. I have never seen a superman, and my strength is far inferior to him, but sometimes I feel that I can Feel how he feels."

"Bruce, when your strength is enough to lift cities and shake planets, how are you going to hold a butterfly in your palm?"

"When time loses color to you and the world is just a building block to you, how do you touch someone you love deeply?"

"Five years ago, when I shook hands with someone for the first time, I almost broke his arm. Since then, I have understood that if I don't want to threaten others, I can only do my best to weaken myself. I am on earth. For five years, I have climbed the highest mountain and dived into the deepest trench. I have measured every inch of land here and visited every living thing here. Like ordinary people, I ran to and from class because I overslept. I also grieve over the death of my mentor like ordinary people. My classmates used to stay up late with me to look up information in the library, my neighbors used to deliver warm milk to me in the cold morning, and my team members used to call in the middle of the night Cry to me about the failure of her relationship. I feel trusted and loved all the time, and that is the answer to your question, Bruce, when you walk in love, you are willing to fight for love, and you are willing to fight for love. Bound by love. I can't fly, and I don't want to."

Batman stood quietly, he never said a word, but the corners of his lips relaxed and his eyes moved.

"I never knew you lived among human beings," he said at last. "I didn't know you had such emotions."

"Do you think Superman lives in the sky? Whenever he hears the call, he travels through the atmosphere?" Freya laughed. "Please don't tell me you scanned the entire planet with satellites, Bruce."

"He's here, he's got enemies," Bruce didn't retort, "he's a god among men."

"There are no gods, Bruce," Freya said softly. "All the gods are just aliens who have demonstrated their extraordinary power."

Bruce nodded.

"That box," Freya said suddenly, "what exactly is in it?"

Bruce was silent for a moment. "It's a stone from Krypton. I found that when I entered Lex's encrypted files. It can annihilate Kryptonian cells."

Freya stared at him: "You want to kill Superman?"

"I wanted to do that." Bruce didn't deny it, "I let hatred blind my eyes, prejudice influenced my choices, I didn't believe I could negotiate with Superman, I doubted he would listen to a mortal. Until I ran into you last night, someone so close to Superman, I knew this was my last chance, and I had to talk to you. I can't make a mistake, Freya, I gotta understand that this bullet went to Who is an executioner, a gravedigger, an exile, and a patron saint. I know the meaning of death better than anyone else. When a person dies, it is often like a bubble bursting. They will disappear forever on the other side of the curtain. On the one hand, no matter how many times you shout, never turn back. I have a million reasons to kill Superman, he's alien, he could turn bad, he's powerful enough to destroy the earth, but I need a reason, one, to convince me Don’t. Maybe deep down I know he’s not innocent but not guilty, and I’m just at a loss.”

"You're afraid of him, Bruce," Freya said.

"A knife will strike your head, a sword will stab your eyes, will you dodge?" Bruce said. "When I stand in front of you, your indestructibility frightens me. The instinct is there. , people will fear the unknown, fear the strong, and fear brings anger and hatred."

"You accepted me." Freya said.

"I just want to know, I have to know, what kind of people I fear and hate." Bruce said, "It's Batman's job to overcome the instinct of fear."