What bad intentions could Batman have?

Can you imagine? One morning. Not too long ago.

You wake up and the sun has risen.

You hear birds singing on all seven continents, and your lover is beside you, curled up in your arms.

You turn sideways and look at the beauty in your arms, just quietly looking into her eyes. Watching her beautiful eyelashes tremble slightly in the golden light of the morning, gentle the whole world.

Then, finally -

the world is beautiful.

You put on your clothes. Not hurriedly, not in a hurry.

Not in a phone booth or a closet when the bombs fell, not when you happened to save her while circling in the sky, but calmly, casually, and peacefully.

You listen to her say that he messed up the latest exclusive news, and smell the vanilla in your morning coffee.

Then, you fly into the sky.

Your first stop, the trial. You appear in court as a witness, not as a judge or jury. You swear to God that every word you say is true and nothing is concealed. You believe that judicial efforts will eventually bear fruit, and justice is always worth protecting and expecting.

You tell them that the man sitting in the dock never touched the true soul of this city. You tell them that this city means hope to too many people - despite the efforts of the villain, he still failed to achieve that hope.

And Luther watched silently all the time.

Then, you investigate, observe, use your unique vision to look from here to there, explore those wonderful evil deeds that easily challenge the power of ordinary people, and search for all the chaos that always calls for you and needs you.

You look and look, look... and then yawn.

After a while, you feel a little bored. You get up and go to work.

You are typing on the keyboard. You like this job as a reporter.

You write about blackmail, collusion, and corruption. Behind you, Louis and Perry are arguing over the definition of categories and spelling issues.

Perry roars loudly, shouting that he has decades of experience, but Louis... God, Louis will shut him up. It's just a matter of time.

So you look at her doting smile and go back to work.

You refine your opening line, making it brief, poetic, and read it silently in your dad's voice.

That's what you wanted.

How would your dad read it?

Yes, yes, just like that. How wonderful it is that you have time for all these wonderful things.

You're going to have lunch, with old friends.

Make jokes, laugh, reminisce, ask about their worries, their families, and their children.

Although you've never met Tim, you often hear about him from Batman.

Tim goes to school, Tim has a girlfriend, Tim joins the football team, and on the field and with the cheers of the crowd, he defeats a freckle-nosed senior with the same skills he used to fight murderers and lunatics.

Batman says that this is what a kid his age should experience.

You laugh again.

Batman tells you that he really wants to retire this time. You know he's been through a lot, and he deserves a happy and happy second half of his life. You wish him the best.

He entrusts Gotham to you, and you agree.

You make plans to see each other again, and you know you will see each other again.

In the afternoon, you go to the park, and the children call you.

"Superman!"

"Superman! Superman!"

"Look at me!"

That night, you ask her out, and she agrees.

You put a space suit on your lover, and you sit on the moon together, watching the earth rise.

The sea-blue planet is so magnificent and romantic in the moonlight. You lean on her, fingers intertwined, and you feel warm even in the cold space.

Later, you return home and hear kittens crying around you.

You concentrate, expand your hearing, and search for another crisis.

Alien invasion, hidden massacre, crazy robots... something like that. There are always worse ones.

But all you hear is this kitten.

So you take it down from the tree and put it in the arms of its owner.

You see the cat licking the old woman's cheek, and the old woman holds her cat.

You stand behind her with your hands on your hips and smile.

Everything is quiet and beautiful.

Boom! ! ! !

The ground was shaking.

This was Luthor's safe house on the outskirts of Metropolis.

A huge green telekinetic wave threw Superman to the ground.

"Impossible! Batman told me that he would take Louis to a safe place..."

Superman crawled on the ground, without any resistance, and scanned the whole body of "Louis" with his perspective eyes over and over again.

Black was suspended in the air, his figure was as majestic as a god.

His face was green, and he tilted his head. Through his skin, three inconspicuous dark pink spots appeared on his forehead, and then disappeared.

When he raised his head, the green on his face disappeared with it.

"Is that all you can do? Ah, come on, I just punched you with my telekinetic fist, you didn't try hard, Clark - do you need more motivation to fight like a man?"

The ground around Superman sank suddenly, and then it could no longer support it, and it exploded directly, with gravel flying.

"Then how about using your wife's telepathic review of the last hour of her life? Everything? Tear the narrow gap?"

"Or do you like to hear him curse you for intruding into his life? What did he say? Dirty alien? Oh, she's really good at cursing, in every sense of the word, even if her mouth was full of blood at that time, you had to prick up your ears to hear what she said-"

"Ahhh-"

The heavy punch from the angry Kryptonian threw Black away, and Black responded with a telekinetic shockwave.

The two superhumans fought to destroy the earth, tearing it apart like tofu. The earth was lifted and broken, and trees and rocks were grabbed like weapons, thrown, and then smashed.

And finally-

"Stop talking!"

Superman broke through many obstacles and hit Black's head backwards with just one punch. Even the powerful telepathic ability and telekinesis could not stop this unparalleled strange power.

"That's it!"

Superman's hands were shaking. But Black did not die from this exaggerated punch.

Superman strangled Black's throat, and they fell to the ground like meteors.

The suburban plain had turned into a small basin. Blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose, and the green on his face became more and more obvious. "Nice shot, small town boy, hit my chin. Of course, it still looks like the way your girlfriend hit me. For your sake, keep going, because I'm considering making this an annual event. You know Batman can't always protect your mom, right? How does that saying go? Without 'a thousand days of defense', he will fail, and then Perry, Jimmy..." "I'm going to kill you." Black began to laugh strangely. "That's interesting, Clark, you won't, you can't do it." "Just like you never kill those criminals. Now do you understand the feelings of those whose relatives were killed by criminals? You saintly bitch?" He slowly recited Superman's lines. "We are saved by dreams, we are changed by dreams. I swear, I will never stop fighting until the world full of dignity, glory and justice in my dreams becomes the reality we all expect." Superman let go of Black, and he knelt on the opposite side. Blake tremblingly took out a cigarette, lit it, and then held it in his bloody mouth.

"Nonsense. You just can't live in the real world, you just can't."

"It never happened to you, right? So you can stick to your ridiculous rule of not killing?"

"So, now, the high god, the seemingly pure and flawless perfect man - you have fallen into mortals!"

"So now, come on!"

Blake opened his hands frantically, he tilted his head, the green on his face and the three dark pink spots under his skin suddenly appeared, and then immediately sank into his cheeks, making his face return to normal.

"Come and kill me!"

Superman stared at him in a daze.

I have used my perspective eyes to scan Lois Lane's body countless times, down to every cell, every DNA.

That is her, no doubt. My super senses remind me of this fact every moment.

I have never been so angry. I became a wild beast, a raging wind.

I feel that life has become illusory in front of me.

Then I laughed. Louis is still dead. My heart is still filled with hatred, and the only achievement is to kill my original self.

Part of me wants to kill Black, wholeheartedly, right now. Just for what he did, I can do it, I know I can.

Superman's eyes glowed red.

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"Everything is just as I said."

Chen Tao's face was ugly.

Luthor said: "Superman is going to kill Black. He is going to kill someone."

He originally wanted to say "You lose, Batman. But fortunately I prepared a backup plan. Superman will know at the last second that Louis is not dead-"

But the bald man suddenly got stuck here, and then he was in a trance.

He finally said this:

"Black will eventually escape, and Superman will eventually find that the Black he killed was just an illusion created by his telekinesis combined with kryptonite and hallucinogens in the air."

Luthor's face showed a hideous viciousness. His face was reflected on his green armor, and it was also a little green.

"You've done something wrong, Batman. You took the initiative to show the government a murderous Superman."

"Superman will change his code of conduct in front of the government, ladies and gentlemen, just as I expected."

Luthor said: "Although I had no intention of proving all this to you, it is obvious that our overconfident Mr. Batman has shown us how unstable the little boy who can urinate on our ant nest at any time is!"

"Superman's noble character amazes us, but..."

"What?"

Luthor was stunned: "What are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

He turned his head to look at the Superman who punched Black on the screen, and then turned his head to look at the holographic projections of the government officials who were still chattering and whispering, and then suddenly realized.

"You faked them? You created a false illusion of Superman's glory and justice, and played a cartoon in front of them?"

With Luthor's IQ, he quickly reacted to what Batman did.

"Batman, you are simply cheating. You don't want them to witness anything at all. The live broadcast they see is controlled by you. No matter what choice Superman makes, they can only see that Superman can stick to his bottom line!" Then he heard Batman's steady voice. "I never thought about a fair bet, Luther. If I don't take the initiative to transfer the situation on the scene to those government people, I'm afraid you will do this, Luther. This is very similar to what you would do, to promote the Superman threat theory, create a tense atmosphere between Superman and the government, and prove to the government the possibility of Superman turning bad." "Therefore, in order to prevent you from doing bad things first, I did it first. At least if I take the initiative to connect, then all the images they see will be under my control. I can temporarily suppress things within a controllable range." "No, I didn't think about doing such a thing at all." Luther said: "You are just overthinking." Chen Tao paused slightly. Luthor shook his head: "But what's the point of what you did?"

Luthor opened his mouth, he wanted to say "If Superman really killed Black and it became a fait accompli, even if you deceived those government officials with the fake phantoms you created, they would eventually find out."

But he got stuck again, then shook his head and said: "Even if you deceived those government officials with those fake phantoms, I will tell everyone the real facts. Superman killed the phantom of Black, he will really kill people!"

Then he heard Batman said in a deep voice: "No, not the phantom. He might kill Black."

"No, no, Black will not be killed. Black will use phantoms, phantoms..."

"I'm going to stop Superman. Superman must not be stained with blood."

Chen Tao didn't want to pay attention to Luthor anymore. He had confirmed that Black was seeking death, and he had a vague guess in his heart, Luthor's abnormality, Black's abnormality, the guided government agencies, and the fear of Superman that was driven.

Everything lingered in his mind and then converged into one point.

He thought of the laughing bat.

Thinking of the Batman who strangled the Joker and inhaled the Joker's poison gas.

No, Superman can't kill people, or rather, he doesn't dare to bet on the consequences of Superman killing people.

In countless parallel universes, there may be a righteous but murderous Batman (Bat of Universe 51), but there will never be any normal Superman who kills people.

Not to mention the unjust Superman, even the good Lord Super is a hegemon who obeys me and perishes.

Just as Chen Tao didn't dare to bet whether he would become a laughing maniac after killing the Joker, he didn't dare to bet whether Superman would change after killing Blake.

Superman... You should be born noble and pure. You represent light and hope, you shouldn't and can't be stained with blood.

He immediately changed his original plan.

"I'm going to stop Superman. Whether he kills or not, everything is over."

"No." Luther said:

"If you want to go, you have to beat me first. This is why I'm here. When our battle is over, Superman is also finished. Blake and his phantom will prove-"

Chen Tao sighed.

"Your situation is not right, very wrong."

"What did you say?"

"But fortunately, I didn't think of playing this gambling game with you in the beginning."

"What?"

Chen Tao reached out and wiped his face, and clumps of brown mud appeared on his face. Then he directly used his fingers to cut open his body, revealing the hollow core.

"The nanorobots and mud face constituted the fake body that stood here and talked nonsense with you for so long. My real body had already quietly burrowed into the ground and ran away."