End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Bruce, oh no, Batman, smile, your expression is too stiff."

Russell glanced at the photo, Bruce looked serious under the lens, coupled with the not-so-bright lights in the intensive care room, half of his face was covered by shadows, so that the facial features were well-defined, and he had a sense of aloofness and aloofness.

It was clearly a photo of bedwetting, but it was turned into a trendy cover of fashion impurities by Bruce's good looks and temperament.

I don't know, I thought it was a popular model next year!

"..."

It's impossible to laugh, and Bruce said that the clown didn't make him laugh, let alone Russell's weak language.

"Bruce, the more sullen you are, the more real this photo is, but on the other hand, if you laugh like a fool, people will not believe that the person in the photo is you, after all, Batman is cold The image has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, don't you think?"

Russell spoke bitterly, but Bruce was unmoved, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, making his face less stern.

Yes, very sand sculpture!

Russell nodded silently, just a faint smile that raised the corner of his mouth, and the picture changed instantly.

Just like the kind of serious host who speaks yellow accents and tells jokes, comedy is not only exaggerated expressions, but the contrast brought by the cold face is amazing.

Kacha Kacha Hundreds of photos came down, and Russell wondered if he should go a step further, with a pair of scissors or something.

But seeing Bruce's face sinking like water, on the verge of breaking out, he decided to give him some time to buffer, and ask for a pose next time.

The future is long, don't rush to become fat with one bite!

"Death knell, hurry up and leave when you've had enough trouble, this is the territory of the clown, leave here to make trouble as you like."

"real?"

"..."

It doesn't look real!

Russell curled his lips, put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly frowned: "Just now you said the anti-death knell armor, can I understand that you don't know what happened in Los Angeles and Seaside City?"

"What happened?" Bruce frowned, his intuition told him that this matter was very important.

"It's nothing. I recently learned a very powerful trick. I can share my vitality with others and heal their injuries."

Russell said solemnly: "Your injuries are serious, and if they are all cured, it will take about 50 years of my life."

"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this nonsense."

"Okay, the treatment costs 100 million US dollars, is there a problem?"

Bruce frowned: "It's so cheap, do you have other ideas?"

"..."

Poverty limited Russell's imagination and his ability to communicate. He didn't want to say anything to Bruce, so he slapped him on the face and knocked the pretender off the bed to the ground.

"hiss!"

Bruce only felt a warm energy pouring into his body, occupying all limbs and bones in an instant, and the damaged muscles and nerves completed subversive changes in the blink of an eye.

Freshen up!

Not just the back position,

Under the impact of this energy, the hidden injuries and strains left by years of fighting and training also recovered.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

Bruce stood up on the spot and couldn't wait to punch his feet. His body full of vitality brought him a steady stream of strength.

It feels like never before, he is stronger than before!

"The indispensable power of the team can be regarded as a superpower."

Although the matter of Los Angeles and Seaside City can't be hidden for a long time, Russell still wants to cover it up for a while. It is best to let Batman say a few harsh words and give him a chance to pretend to be slapped in the face.

But no, Bruce took a deep look at Russell: "You know I will develop the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor', so the last time I fought, I deliberately concealed my strength and wanted to see me make a fool of myself a second time, right?"

Russell shook his head resolutely: "No, your anti-death knell armor is still the strongest for a move you only learned recently!"

Bruce snorted coldly, rummaged through the room, found a serious hospital gown and put on it, and walked quickly to the window in the corridor with Russell.

"Do you have any plans for the current chaotic Gotham?" Russell asked as he walked, wanting to hear how the professionals plan.

"Create fear!"

"Is it okay to pretend?"

Bruce ignored Russell's nonsense and said his plan: "The clown went to Bane. These two people are crazy people who acted recklessly, but they have one thing in common. They both want to destroy Gotham."

Russell nodded: "I understand, what you mean is that they will join forces to form an anti-Bat alliance."

"No, I mean, the dirty bomb is currently safe and there is no risk of it detonating."

Bruce glanced at Russell, and then said: "They are all extremely confident and paranoid people. After defeating my archenemy, their self-confidence will further turn into arrogance. They will not give up the opportunity to destroy Gotham, so There is little chance of an alliance."

"I get it, they're gonna fight over the dirty bomb!"

"No, they are lunatics, but they are not fools. The possibility of fighting is very low."

"..."

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that he was right, but Bruce deliberately opposed suppressing him in order to show off his IQ.

"I don't know who the dirty bomb will end up in, but a negotiation is inevitable. Two highly intelligent guys will fight wits. During this period, Gotham is safe."

Batman continued: "My general plan is to control the TV station first, and then light up the Bat Light to defeat the lunatics in the city hall with a thunderbolt. Spread the word through the TV station, infuse the confidence of victory into Gotham's police and citizens, and give the rest of the city by the way Criminals bring psychological pressure to keep them from acting rashly, and then remove them little by little."

"Sounds easy?"

"not easy!"

Batman retorted as usual, and then said: "I need a lot of information. Only by deepening the details can the risk of plan failure be reduced."

Russell curled his lips: "It will take a long time to collect intelligence. When your intelligence collection is over, ten dirty bombs will be blown up."

Bruce snorted coldly, showing a calm smile with Zhizhu in his hands: "I don't need to collect information, my housekeeper Afu has already taken care of it. I believe in his ability and will not let me down."

"You are not afraid that he will be caught and locked up. After all, your identity has been exposed long ago, and the villains have no reason to let him go."

"I believe Ah Fu, he will never..."

Bruce seemed to have heard some joke, turned his head away in disdain, glanced at the single room at the end of the corridor, and suddenly turned pale with shock: "Huh, Ah Fu?"

This was the first time Russell saw Bruce's shocked face, and he used Batman's vest instead of the rich second generation's vest, and immediately smiled and said: "It's too full of words, there has never been absolute in the world, isn't it a slap in the face! "

Bruce ignored Russell, rushed into the private room in a hurry, shook the unconscious butler in his arms, and said in grief and anger, "Ah Fu, why are you here? Damn it, who beat you like this?"

Hearing the name of the housekeeper of the Wayne family for a long time, coupled with Bruce's shock, Russell has been fascinated for a long time, and he walked up to see the true face of Lushan, but at first glance, he was in a bad mood.

The man in Bruce's arms was wearing a bat suit, his thin body couldn't hold up the suit, and it was indescribably funny.

Russell's expression was unpredictable. Seeing Bruce's grief-stricken appearance, which could go berserk at any time, his expression also became funny.

It looks familiar, it's exactly the same as the person he beat up just now!

Russell: 〣(??﹏??)〣

Too bad, I accidentally beat up the old housekeeper who treats Batman as his own father, what should I do?

Waiting online, very urgent!

"Ah Fu, wake up!"

The butler was still in a coma, and Bruce showed a ferocious face: "Is it a clown? Damn it, just to anger me, you've done it so hard, I will never spare him this time!!"

"..."

Russell stepped forward silently, straightened the crooked pointed ears on the bat helmet without a trace, and said with righteous indignation: "The clown is so insane, I can't stand it anymore, Bruce, I will listen to you whatever you say."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the gold belt on Alfred's bat suit and frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

He took off his belt and checked the equipment inside: "Strange, why didn't the clown take away the equipment from Ah Fu?"

"Yeah, it's so strange, it's as if the clown left the equipment here on purpose to take it away for you!" Seeing that Batman was about to get close to the truth, Russell hurriedly tried to divert his attention.

"impossible!"

Bruce flatly denied: "The clown doesn't know that you will come to save me. Even if he knew, he can't guess that you can cure my spine. What's the point of leaving the equipment to a disabled person who can't walk?"

Russell had a flash of inspiration: "I think he is humiliating you, which means that the overall situation is settled. If you are equipped with equipment and let you escape, you will not be able to save Gotham City."

Bruce nodded secretly: "It makes sense, this possibility cannot be ruled out..."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief, and praised his quick wit, which can be regarded as a circle.

"Russell, please use superpowers to cure Ah Fu!"

"..."

"What's the matter, do you want more money?"

"Well, it's not about the money!"

Bruce put Alfred away gently, stood up and put his hands on Russell's shoulders, and said seriously like never before: "I beg you, as long as you can cure him, I will agree to any request in the future."

Russell asked subconsciously: "The sand sculpture portrait of Batman is also okay?"

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, but he still nodded solemnly: "No problem!"

"..."

Russell was even more panicked when he heard the words, Bruce didn't even want to lose his face for the old housekeeper, if he knew it was him who did it, it would be fine!

The thought of a superhero named Batman watching him silently from behind makes Russell feel bad.

"Cough...cough cough..."

At this moment, the comatose Alfred coughed twice and woke up slowly: "Master Wayne..."

Bruce was overjoyed, and helped Alfred up: "Ah Fu, how are you, can your body hold on?"

Russell leaned forward with a whoosh, slapped the holy light, looked at the ruddy Alfred, widened his eyes and asked, "Housekeeper, who hit you, clown? It must be the clown! It must be He, I just cured Bruce's broken waist, which is equivalent to saving his life, so it must be the clown!"

Alfred narrowed his eyes, looked Russell up and down for a while, then turned to Bruce and said, "Master, it was indeed the clown who did it."

Bruce was silent, staring at Russell suddenly: "So that's it, the clown did it!"

Russell: "..."

These two men are more sinister than the other, I really miss the sand sculptures of Deadpool!

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