From becoming a superman to becoming invincible

DCEU Universe.

Northeast Africa, north of Egypt, the Kingdom of Kandak.

In the desert, a group of people walked through the whistling sand and dust.

Thick yellow sand accumulated on their bodies, and their tired footsteps left marks of varying depths in the sand.

After walking a few meters, those marks were buried by the wind and sand again.

There was no communication in the team of seven or eight people.

Everyone walked forward in silence, looking at their feet, and they were full of fatigue from head to toe.

The leader wore a long black cloak, and the hem of the cloak had been tattered into rags.

He wore a black hood that covered half of his face.

On the top of the hood were two sharp fake ears, and below was a chin full of half-white stubble.

Pulling his right foot out of the sand again, the leader suddenly stopped.

He heard something.

Suddenly shouted: "Hide!"

This team is full of elites.

As soon as the leader stopped, the fatigue on their faces was swept away, and their weak eyes became sharp again.

After hearing the hidden command.

Everyone crawled on the ground at the same time.

One of them lifted the linen cloak that covered his whole body, revealing his body and arms made entirely of machinery.

His arm turned into a gun muzzle in a crisp and neat mechanical interlacing sound.

The muzzle suddenly discharged a large amount of gas, blowing up a large area of ​​yellow sand on the ground, covering everyone.

In just a few seconds.

A group of tired travelers suddenly disappeared in the depths of the desert.

Less than half a minute after they disappeared.

A group of locust-like creatures suddenly flew over.

Those creatures had human-like bodies, four wings like dragonfly wings on their backs, holding guns in both hands, and their scarlet eyes scanned the desert below.

They were not fast, and only after each creature was sure that it had not found any signs of life did they continue to fly to the other side of the desert.

After these creatures flew away.

Several heads slowly emerged from a circle of dust in the desert.

The leader stared at the enemies who were far away.

He said in a sonorous voice: "Safe!"

The others stood up from the sand, shook their shoulders, and the sand fell.

The team member whose body was completely mechanical looked at the sky with hatred.

"How far is it to the ruins?" he asked.

The leader answered in a low and hoarse voice: "Very soon!"

The robot shook his head and walked towards the leader, his joints creaking due to mechanical friction.

"We must speed up, Batman, the world is on the verge of destruction, we don't have time!"

The leader was Batman, and the robot was naturally Cyborg.

The two main characters of the Justice League are now in a very bad state.

Cyborg's body, which was transformed into a semi-mechanical life by the Mother Box, was flashing with electric sparks, and some parts still had clear burn marks.

Batman's suit no longer had the elite equipment of the past, leaving only a chest armor with good toughness.

"Oh, no time? Why run so far if there is no time!"

Suddenly, the only woman in the team retorted loudly in a somewhat collapsed manner.

"That man killed Arthur! Controlled Superman! Killed most of the lives in the world, and the rest were all controlled by him as slaves! There is no use running away, how long will we run away!!"

Batman's tone slightly raised: "Mera, we are here to save everyone!"

But the next voice was low again, "Barry is dead, we have no way out, we must find helpers."

"The Leon Stark that Barry mentioned has not appeared yet, so we can only look for the Black Adam mentioned by Diana!"

"This is the last message Diana left us before she died. Don't be emotional, Mera!"

Mera is the wife of Aquaman Arthur Curry.

But now Arthur is dead, died at the hands of Darkseid.

Mera embarked on the road of revenge.

"Emotional?"

Mera looked straight at Batman: "Bruce Wayne, do you know what emotional is? You haven't even loved anyone!"

Batman looked at her coldly, his eyes under the bat mask were blue and white.

"Keep on the road!"

Leaving a word that could not be refused.

Batman turned and continued to walk towards the depths of the desert.

"Hehe... Haha, hehe hahaha!!"

A low and sharp laugh suddenly sounded in the team.

The laugh was very strange, like nails rubbing on a blackboard, or like a duck with an iron rod stuck in its throat.

Except Batman, everyone looked over.

It was the Joker.

His face was painted with pale makeup, and his entire mouth was scarlet. It was hard to tell whether it was because his lips were eroded or the paint was too much.More clowns.

He wore a very simple long-sleeved white shirt with a commando bulletproof vest over it, and his waist was bent with laughter.

"The Little Mermaid."

He said with a smile, his voice switching between a sharp falsetto and a deep real voice.

"You are wrong, haha."

"Bruce Wayne has loved many people, and loved them more deeply than you."

He slowly straightened up, but put his wrist against his forehead and continued to laugh with his shoulders shaking.

It was as if he was preparing to tell a good story that he had hidden for a lifetime and finally wanted to tell it.

"For example, a father."

When the Joker started to tell the story formally, he stopped laughing and spoke in a serious tone.

"For example, a mother; oh, yes, maybe there is also an adopted son, everyone calls him..."

Batman stopped moving forward at this time.

He slowly turned around, with only the Joker in his eyes, and the Joker happened to be looking at him.

"You'd better think carefully about whether to continue." Batman's voice was always low.

Even when the words were threatening, one could not tell his emotions.

But the Joker was happier after being threatened, with a smile on his face.

"There is also an adopted son, everyone calls him Robin, right, Batman, you love them so much that they died..."

Batman walked towards the Joker expressionlessly.

The Joker looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth with two index fingers.

"Why are you always so serious? What if the world is over? Isn't it because of your choice that everything has become like this?"

"Maybe the Little Mermaid is right, the people you love the most are dead, so the rest of you don't matter."

"You are numb, Batman, when Louise died in your arms, weren't her eyes very beautiful, like a fleeting shooting star?"

"Poor Louise, before she died, she had suffered the greatest torture in the world."

The Joker looked like he was about to cry, and his eyelids closed in pain.

It seemed that he was really heartbroken for the girl named Louise.

Batman has stood in front of the Joker, looking down.

"You're right, I've been numb for a long time." Batman said, "My heart has been buried in the soil for a long time, but if you dare to continue to cross my bottom line..."

"What will you do?" The Joker held his face with both hands, raised his eyebrows and looked pitiful, "Are you going to kill me, the great Batman is going to kill me?"

He suddenly sneered again: "Don't be ridiculous, Bruce, you won't kill me."

"I am your friend, your savior, and your trump card to save the world."

"You can't bear to kill me, just like... you can't bear to sacrifice yourself to save Louise, and then the world is destroyed because of your reluctance."

"Poor Barry, helped you restart the world again and again, and then let the world be destroyed because of your greed for life and fear of death. Oh, my poor Flash who is not loved by anyone, sacrificed in vain."

Batman looked coldly at the Joker's show.

He suddenly sneered: "It's a very interesting joke. You know, it wasn't Louise who died in my arms, but Harley Quinn."

"She was lying in my arms covered in blood, and before she died, she begged me with her last strength to slow down when I killed you."

"Don't doubt it, I will kill you one day."

"When I do, I will let you die little by little in torture and pain, just like Harley Quinn begged before she died."

Batman said, turned around and continued to walk towards the desert.

And behind him.

The Joker's body was shaking like a sieve, and the whole person stood there like a sculpture.

Everyone looked at the two and continued to follow Batman.

This time, even Mera stopped talking.