Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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"From your point of view: Superheroes are vigilantes, and they are the role of filling in the gaps for our government that has not yet fully evolved. Because of this, you try to avoid killing people and try not to abuse your power in politics. This is Good point, I appreciate it."

"But, from my perspective...your very existence is wrong."

The Flash, who was held by him, made a sound like a mosquito groaning from his throat: "But you are also a superhero..."

"No, I'm not, I never was." Batman shook his head and put him down. The Flash who touched the ground only felt his scalp tingle—he couldn't even use his Speed ​​Force to escape when he was just caught, and the previous techniques of shaking his body to break free were completely useless in his hands.

What have you become, Bruce?

Cyborg, who had been silent, spoke: "This is not a sociological discussion, Batman. We're here for one purpose: You better stop thinking about it before things get too irreversible."

"yes?"

Batman's voice became erratic, and his figure disappeared from its place in the blink of an eye. Even with Cyborg's Apocalypse technology processor, he didn't know where he went, until his voice came from behind him, Cyborg turned his head abruptly.

Behind him, Batman is suspended in mid-air, and he looks at the crowd calmly, as if looking at a stranger, with no emotion in his eyes: "I never expected you to understand my thoughts, this is unrealistic of."

"Wanting to make the world peaceful doesn't mean you have to be that great dictator!" Hal was completely angry. He didn't understand that even if it was a clone, Bruce Wayne's clone wouldn't be so crazy. The degree is right.

"Who said I was going to be a dictator?" Batman asked rhetorically. "Again, your wishful thinking. I never said I was going to rule the world with violence and coercion, and I never said I was going to have the scythe of death hovering over everyone's head."

"Really? Then tell me what you're going to do?" Hal asked with a sneer. He has now lost what little trust he has left in the Batman clone.

"You'll see."

The voice fell, and he appeared in front of Hal in an instant. Although the well-prepared Green Lantern immediately released the ring energy as a protective shield, the supposedly indestructible energy shield was easily penetrated when it touched Batman's finger.

He could only watch as Batman took his ring lightly, even dangling it in front of him.

"A powerful weapon that grants the wearer super strength...well, basic propulsion relies on willpower and imagination." Batman smiled rarely, albeit for a split second. "Very well, this thing will give some respectable people a little more hope of surviving."

The ring disappeared from his hands. Without the power of the lamp ring, Hal Jordan is just an ordinary man. He was aware of this himself, but his stubbornness was well known, and the former Air Force pilot immediately roared and punched Batman in the profile. Meanwhile, Wonder Woman's Lasso and Cyborg's energy attacks have finally arrived.

Only two people didn't make the shot: The Flash and Superman.

Batman didn't even bother to resist Hal Jordan's punch. With a slight push, an icy aura enveloped Hal and led him to the top of the building. In the face of the aggressive energy attack that dyed half the sky red, his reaction was even more surprising.

He just took a breath, and then, the powerful energy attack released by the steel bone after the energy storage was completely melted away in an instant like the snow and ice that met the blazing sun.

Then, he raised his right hand and caught the mantra lasso thrown by Wonder Woman. With one hand, he pulled her up.

The two floated in the air, and the heroine looked at this familiar and unfamiliar person with a complicated expression.

Her red lips parted slightly and she asked softly, "Who are you?"

"Batman," he replied without hesitation.

"real name."

"I don't need a name, a code name is enough - I'm just a tool, as long as mankind can get a better future, I'm willing to give up everything for this."

Staring into his eyepiece, the heroine suddenly smiled sadly: "The lasso of mantra doesn't work for you, does it?"

"Yes." He nodded slowly. "But I'm telling the truth, Diana. I won't lie to you."

The female hero gently raised her arm and stroked his icy mask, the tenderness on her face turned into murderous intent in the next second: "It's too late, Bruce... It's too late."

On the wrist guard of her hand, the stored divine power burst out. It wasn't over yet, and she immediately threw out another punch. In the female hero's vision, even if the divine power explosion couldn't hurt him, her own power should make him suffer a little.

But on the contrary, neither the explosion of superman's power nor his own power could hurt him - Batman didn't even break his mask.

"Admirable tactical choice.... If I were really him, I should have hesitated." The man named Batman, but she felt extremely strange, said so, and then punched her into a coma.

He landed slowly and returned to the roof of the building. Cyborg looked like he had lost his will to resist, he just looked at Superman with a wry smile: "Hey, Boy Scout. You're not feeling well today, did you catch a cold or something?"

Superman just shook his head blankly. "I just think...he's right, Victor."

"Look at what we've done - does it really make sense? Not only did I end up not making the world a better place, but more people died because of me. And I didn't realize it.. ...just still playing a hero."

"Your stupidity hasn't changed at all, Clark Kent," Batman said. He strode up to Superman, punched him in the face without hesitation, knocked the invincible human god to the ground, and then looked down at him condescendingly.

"Could it be that you still can't hear that I am deliberately disturbing your mind? You are the best to deal with. You only need words to make you lose your will to fight."

There was a wry smile on Superman's face, and his bruised left cheek was rapidly swollen: "Maybe. But I don't know if your words are comforting me, seriously, Bruce... No , Batman."

He stared at the man who had the same blood as his former friend, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to you?"

"Do you really want to hear it?" Batman stared at him, and after a moment he stretched out his right hand.

Superman took his hand.

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When he opened his eyes again, Clark Kent found that he had come to a space.

What he was wearing was not the familiar red and blue uniform, but what he wore most when he was at home. A simple plaid shirt and sturdy jeans. It is convenient for farming and carrying heavy objects at any time.

He looked at his surroundings suspiciously, and was amazed to find that he was in a completely unfamiliar galaxy - he was 100% sure of this, he had traveled all over the galaxy, once a month. In other words, he had a 3D map of the galaxy in his head that was updated in real time every month.

A gentle male voice came from behind him: "Hello, Clark Kent."

Clark turned slowly and saw an old, disfigured old man. He had white hair and a bony body, and there was no flesh on his outstretched right hand, as if his skin was wrapped around bones.

After hesitating for a while, he still reached out and shook hands with him, the old man laughed: "Or, should I call you Karl El?"

"Clark is fine, sir. I'm... not Karl-El anymore." Clark smiled cautiously. For some reason, when he faced the old man, he always felt that he was facing his long-dead father. Jonathan Kent.

"Okay, Clark." The old man still smiled gently, but the lingering tiredness on his face somehow made Clark feel anxious.

"Ah, he must have brought you here, right?"

The old man waved, and two comfortable armchairs appeared before them. After they both sat down, he spoke slowly.

"...you know him?"

"If you're talking about Bruce Wayne....No, I don't know." The old man rubbed his temples. "But if you're talking about Batman, then, yes. I think I know him."

"Can I ask, what happened to him?"

The old man shook his head gently: "Clarke, you shouldn't know these heavy truths - these things should be in the hands of only a few people. Please don't get me wrong, just because these things are really.... very heavy. "

Clark stared into the old man's eyes. His black eyes still looked extremely energetic, but they couldn't hide the tiredness in the depths of his eyes. On his wrinkled face, every ditch seemed to tell him something.

He nodded, and in the next instant Clark Kent burst into tears.

He couldn't describe what he saw - the burning galaxy, the howling people who died like straw. They fell in pieces on a planetary basis and were torn to shreds by demons and aliens. Every tear that fell from their eyes carried a heavy weight of mourning and sadness, like a sword pierced through Clark's heart.

And, much more than that. He also saw more, father and son cannibalism, brother betrayal. An old captain who knew the ship was about to capsize but still held his post...  

The old man laughed guiltily. He patted Clark's back with his hand, and said softly, "Okay, okay. It's my fault. I didn't expect your empathy to be so powerful."

"Sir..." Clark raised his head with red eyes and asked, "Have you been suffering like this all the time?"

"Compared to the misfortune of the entire human race, my pain is nothing but a drop in the bucket. It's not worth mentioning." The old man waved his hand.

He said slowly: "If human beings can really stand up on their own and get rid of the doom that hangs over their heads, then I would rather endure this pain for another ten million years."

"Who the hell are you?" Clark looked at him in awe.

"I don't have a name, I don't need a name. Boy, I'm just a handy tool. My biggest hope is that you can throw me in the trash when you're done." The old man blinked.

The next second, he became serious again. As if the wit that just came out was Clark's hallucination: "Okay, let's get down to business... Clark Kent."

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From Cyborg and The Flash's perspective, Superman just shook hands with Batman and fell into a long silence. He stood silently, no matter how Cyborg called out his name, he didn't move.

"What did you do to him?" Cyborg asked sharply.

"Just showing him the truth," Batman replied lightly.

"The truth?!" Cyborg grinned and gritted his teeth, his voice that mixed human and mechanical texture seemed deafening at this time: "You damn clone!"

The Flash suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped Cyborg who wanted to fight Batman to the death. He asked thoughtfully, "Bruce, no, Batman. Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead, Barry." Looking at the young man in red, a rare smile appeared on Batman's face. "I'll try my best to answer you."

"Are you going to kill?"

"Yes, and will kill a lot - I can only promise one thing, I will not kill any innocent people."

"So, what about us?"

"what?"

"Are we going to die?"

"Everyone dies, Barry."

"No, what I want to ask you is - are you going to kill us?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Since we are the source of everything." Barry swallowed and said anxiously, "Then, if we die, can we solve all problems?"

"No." Batman denied his stupid words.

"If I kill you like this, it's not solving the problem. It's solving the person who asked the problem," he said slowly. "Superheroes are inevitable, and some people have power. The current system in this society allows others to do whatever they want to get away with doing bad things."

"Seriously, Barry. What I just said was just to disturb your mind. Don't take it to heart."

"But what you said is true."

Batman thought, well, Bruce. He really loves to dig in the horns as much as you remember.

And just as innocent and kind.

"Just part of the truth, Barry, the truth is—the world still needs you, and so do I."

Cyborg inserted a sentence: "I remember, you said that you want to rule the world, but we will not be your accomplices."

"Unification, not world domination. The world will have its ruler, but it will never be me." Batman raised his head, staring at the night sky. "Alas.... the mission awaits."