Bat Fight Simulator

Bruce sighed tiredly. His spine was repaired, and his body, which was riddled with holes, was mostly healed under the effect of the treatment chamber.

But how to repair the cracks in his heart, and how to let go of the unrecognizable past.

"I have always believed that Clark has not disappeared. Superman just took the wrong path and made the wrong choice for a while."

Time is constantly flowing, day after day, Bruce is no longer young, and human life is limited.

He looked at Superman, who was ferocious and crazy because of his arrival, but he didn't even feel disappointed.

Carl accused him angrily, "Obviously you are the first one to make a mistake, and you betrayed me first!"

He lost Lewis and Metropolis, and Batman only wanted to implement his so-called principle of not killing, and even stood on the opposite side of him for that smiling madman.

How could he not be angry about this.

"No." Bruce shook his head, and he looked at the other party calmly with a fierce mood.

"I'm not stopping you for the Joker, Clark."

"I'm stopping you for you."

They haven't had a chance to communicate for a long, long time. Like Superman who is always angry and Batman who never speaks, maybe the two of them are indeed the culprits of all the misfortunes.

The number of people who died indirectly because of Batman will only be more than the enemies killed by Damian himself.

But now Bruce really wants to have a good talk with Clark, or it doesn’t matter if he is the only one talking.

"I have always wanted to help you, Clark."

"But you stand too high and fly too far, so that humans can no longer touch you."

Power, power, this power is indeed not suitable for people like them, it will corrupt the hero of Metropolis.

Make Superman more and more cruel and more terrible.

Bruce has seen the data of Lord Superman and knows the difference between that one and the unjust Superman.

One is a child who is angry and constantly accuses the world of losing everything, and the other is high above like a god who ignores everything.

But the common point is that they can no longer let go of the power and interests in their hands.

This makes Batman sad, because he has lost his partner, and this will be a permanent loss.

"Then kill me, Batman, do you dare?" Carl looked at Batman in front of him and sneered.

"You dare not, Bruce, you have always been a weak and indecisive man."

"Yes, I will never put myself above the law, and I will never control the life and death of others."

"Superman, I will not be the second you."

Compared with the communication with the birds, the conversation with Superman ended unhappily.

Bruce knew very well that power was something that many people were eager for, and no matter what, he had to restrain himself from touching it, so as not to give himself the opportunity to become unrecognizable.

Batman left, and the prison returned to dead silence again. Carl stared at the back of the other party until he could no longer see it and refused to move away.

He gradually regained his calm, no longer as angry and crazy as before, he knew that Batman might never come again.

Because he could not see the Clark he wanted to see at all.

In such a space where he was left alone, Superman was a little stunned, because he looked like he had traveled through the glass.

I saw the backs of the blue and black bats with red capes going away together.

It was just an illusion reflected in the glass.

But they were the best partners in the world.

That was how he and Bruce looked in the past.

The Lord Universe was similar, with Bats sticking around at home, and White Super was fierce and Gray Bat.

As for the Reverse Universe, it was really bare and there seemed to be nothing to write about, but there was a crazy Superboy under the Bat Cave.

Next is to write the extra.

Then there are Claw Wing and the player, but which universe they will go to has not been decided yet. Whether they make a wish or not, I will make up the plot on the spot (not)

Playing with Wing is an easy and daily routine. We will reduce the difficulty and spend more time in the world of the living.

Chapter 75 Irresponsible Extra: Gifts from the Parallel World 2

After picking up a few injured animals the night before, the result of staying up late was that he fell asleep and didn't even know when Jason would come back to take him back to the room. When he found that the guardian had gone out to do his great gang boss business in the morning, Messiah was still dazed and wanted to sleep for another five minutes.

Just five minutes, he will definitely get up in five minutes.

The boy hiding in the quilt yawned and squinted his eyes. He just dug out a satisfactory position in the warm quilt and was ready to return to the embrace of dreams. The ding-dong of the system notification made his head buzz.

Originally trying to ignore the damn noise, Messiah turned over and covered his ears, but he still couldn't block the crisp electronic sound of Dingling.

Messiah got up helplessly and looked for his slippers for a while, then followed the notification instructions to the door. Fortunately, he remembered Jason's repeated instructions not to open the door to strangers and remember to check the situation through the peephole first.

There was nothing outside, only a box that seemed to be constantly shaking, a black box with small and dense vents, but the black box body made it difficult to see what was inside.

He first put away the note that said "There is a dangerous hedgehog inside, open the box with caution", took the box back to the living room, and placed it on the table.

He first checked the health of the animals he brought back yesterday. Jason even put cat food in the cat's bowl before leaving in the morning, and there was another small bowl with some bird food in it. The animals looked healthy and had round bellies.

But Messiah remembered that there seemed to be no such things at home, so Jason must have bought them in the morning.

He tried to touch the big black cat. The furry and smooth feel did not look like a wild cat. Instead, it looked like a precious cat raised in a villa, and it was not afraid of people. But you wouldn't touch its head and chin, but you could touch its arms, and you could pinch its pads, which were pink.