Russell brought Bruce into the Flash standalone movie, one of the DC Extended Universe.
He came here to expand the members of his own knights. As a pursuing Satan, he would not just want to be a salty fish like his predecessor. He wanted to form his own knights.
Because of his preference for Batman, all members of the Knights are Batman. Considering that no matter how much he likes a dish, he will get tired of it after eating it, he decided to add some side dishes.
Such as the reset button.
No, like Barry Allen in The Flash.
If you can, the superwoman of this world is not bad, Supergirl Kara Zor-El, Clark's cousin.
Forget about the King of Bad Movies version of Superman, the hairline in the future will be worrying, and the collection will be lost.
In order to save his mother, Barry in this parallel universe traveled through the timeline and changed everything. He was in the same frame and on the same screen as his past self. After experiencing a series of setbacks and failures, he faced his past and took a step further on the road to being a superhero.
Pounced.
Just like the guy in green who pounces on the street, the movie pounces.
Russell doesn't think so. He thinks this movie is okay. He can't defeat the enemy and can't change the tragedy. The reason is that the Flash is not Superman and has limited abilities. He can't beat the whole audience with his hands on his hips.
Also, this movie was born at the wrong time. It was born to take the blame, and the project was established to restart.
The Flash ran out of Flashpoint to rebuild the cinematic universe. To put it bluntly, it was to wipe the mess of the previous one. With one-click restart, the DC movie universe is once again a hero, and it can continue to compete with Marvel.
Except for fans who are dissatisfied, everyone is satisfied.
"Unfortunate Flash, the comics were sacrificed, and the live-action movie will also be sacrificed. It's too tragic."
"Indeed, Satan shed tears when he saw it."
"You're talking nonsense, you've obviously been laughing."
"I'm laughing at Warner, those executives slapped their butts, they are DC's nightmare!"
"Russell, I can't agree with you. Warner Bros. is just a nightmare for DC's live-action movies. The animated movies are still great."
"It makes sense. You are right. DC animated movies are indeed great. Russell agreed with Russell's statement." Russell nodded repeatedly and couldn't agree more.
Old God Russell was sitting there, with Q-version black and white wings on his left and right shoulders, one black and one white, and they had a heated exchange of opinions.
The difference is that this time he said it directly, regardless of whether Bruce would hear it or not.
Bruce heard this but didn't think much about it, thinking that Satan was exporting a sand sculpture virus. Although the poison penetrated deeply into his internal organs and soul, he was lucky and thought that he could still be saved.
"It's hopeless. You're going to hell!"
"That's right, even medical miracles can't save you!"
At this time, the sound of footsteps came. The two Barrys walked around the living room, the bedroom, the study and the balcony. One shouted hello and the other said excuse me. After getting lost for a long time, they finally arrived at the kitchen.
Seeing Bruce in the shape of Batman, Barry immediately cheered up: "Battman, I finally found you. Hey... why has your chin lost so much weight?"
At this time, Barry had not realized that when he changed the past, it was not just the superheroes who disappeared, but also his familiar faces.
Of course, with Barry's lack of heart, it's not a big deal for Batman to change his face. He quickly accepted the new setting and enjoyed it.
This Batman can laugh, has no idol baggage, speaks nicely and is very kind.
Of course, Alfred, the official hero, changed from an old man to a handsome young man, which was within the tolerance range.
"You want me to help you find Clark, the Superman of this world, and let him deal with General Zod?"
Bruce looked at the TV. The TV station was broadcasting live. The camera kept shaking and the snowflakes kept flashing, making the Kryptonian spaceship feel very oppressive.
Bruce has experienced one parallel universe after another and collected a lot of intelligence. He is no longer the newbie fighting with robbers and thieves in the alleys. He knows General Zod and how terrifying the organized Kryptonians are.
The Earth without Clark would be in such a miserable state.
"Yes, that's it. You are willing to save the earth, right?" Barry said eagerly.
"Batman, I am your idol, no, I mean a fan. Can you sign your autograph for me?" Barry asked eagerly.
Two sand sculptures. x2
Bruce made a silent comment, and before he could reply, Russell nodded: "Of course, Master Wayne is committed to maintaining world peace, not just Gotham, but the entire earth. Some time ago, he also eliminated the five major planets in the galaxy. Invader, he will not refuse your reasonable request."
He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white cloth hanging on his arm. He was said to be a butler, more like a waiter in a restaurant.
"Russell, don't talk too much."
Bruce snorted coldly: "Go and make a pot of black tea for me and the guest."
Russell: "..."
→→
"Okay, Master Wayne, there are two more guests, please wait a moment."
Russell floated away, opened the door the moment he closed it, and walked in with a cup of hot black tea.
The gurgling red liquid was poured into the cup, with twisted steam rising. In the turbid tea water, unknown particles rose and fell.
There's even an eyeball floating around.
Bruce: "..."
He was too arrogant just now. Satan is so big-hearted, so he will definitely give him a chance to reorganize his language.
"Master Wayne, let's drink tea instead."
"Don't worry, let's cool down for a while."
"Gudu Gudu——" x2
"Oh, it smells so good!" x2
Looking at the two idiots who started to refill their cups, Bruce sighed silently. Seeing that his hands were not working as he picked up the tea cup, he gritted his teeth and took a sip.
He thought it would taste really good, but it didn't. His eyeball got stuck in his throat and he had to swallow it several times before swallowing it.
After drinking a cup of black tea, Bruce felt that his soul was about to ascend to heaven, no, he was going to hell on the spot.
"Two guests, you are very lucky. Master Wayne has collected some information about the Kryptonians a long time ago. They are alien life forms living on the earth. Judging from their appearance, they are no different from us earthlings."
"Batman is great!" Barry was extremely happy.
"The butler is too, he's so reliable." Little Barry danced with joy.
"hehe."
Bruce sneered and refused to comment. These two idiots thought they could save the world, but little did they know that they had already stepped into the gate of hell.
Soon, Russell got the paper file, and while the two idiots were reading it, he dictated: "Although the information collected is not much, it can confirm the location of the Kryptonian. He is detained in Siberia by a mercenary organization. There are planes in the Military Base Research Institute in the Bat Cave, and if nothing else happens, we can get there before dawn."
"Butler, you are so handsome!" x2
"Young man, your eyes are so good. You have a brighter future."
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Siberia.
The moonlight condensed like icicles. On the vast black ridge, the strong wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the ridge, there was a... Bat fighter plane hovering in mid-air.
Four figures landed on the ground one after another.
Xiao Bai shivered and complained: "It's so cold. Why is this damn place so cold?"
"This is the Arctic Circle, so it's normal to be cold."
Barry was embarrassed by his younger self. He couldn't overcome this difficulty. How could he be a superhero? He whispered: "Stop talking, the butler didn't even complain. Besides, you have a battle suit, but the butler only wore one." Tuxedo.”
"Why is the housekeeper here too?" Little Barry complained.
He was marching hard in the snow against the cold wind, but the delicate and frail housekeeper was not affected, and he seemed to be traveling leisurely.
Is there a possibility that that tuxedo is a high-tech equipment that can be smashed by money?
"He is very strong, far beyond your imagination. If he is serious, the Kryptonian army will not be his opponent." Bruce said lightly.
"Really?"
Little Barry couldn't believe it, and turned to ask his future self, wanting to hear his opinion.
Barry blinked, then nodded.
In principle, he didn't believe it, but it was undeniable that the butler Alfred he knew was an excellent logistics manager. Half of the credit for Batman's achievements belonged to the butler.
Therefore, Superman's defeat of the Kryptonian Legion is approximately equal to the collective action of the Justice League, and Infinity is approximately equal to Batman's good leadership. Rounding off, the Kryptonian Legion is no match for the Butler.
There's nothing wrong with that, it makes sense.
After receiving Barry's positive reply, young Barry was amazed again and again, cast an admiring look at Russell, and then continued to complain: "Since the butler is so powerful, wouldn't it be great to let him take care of the Kryptonians? Why come so far to find Superman?"
"Shut up, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."
Barry said with a dark face that when he was young, he was mentally retarded. Because it was all Barry, his reputation was damaged and he became mentally retarded.
Sadly, he noticed that several times when Batman looked at him, there was a hint of sympathy and affirmation in his eyes.
Sympathy and affirmation of his intelligence!
In the underground base, due to the recklessness of the minibus, the sneaking into the underground base unexpectedly turned into a rush. The whereabouts of the four people were exposed, and they were surrounded by soldiers who came after hearing the news.
Heavily armed and loaded with live ammunition, the powerful firepower of the regular army made little Barry tremble.
He hid behind the wall, hiding in his arms. No matter how much Barry encouraged him, he was unwilling to join the fight.
Bruce strolled through the hail of bullets, with an expressionless face and a cold chin. Within seven steps, his fists were fast and accurate, like a Kryptonian wearing a bat suit. He could kill everyone with just his fists and kicks without any props.
Butler Russell leaned against the wall, occasionally throwing a batarang, calculating the angle, and knocking down the soldiers one by one through the rebound from the wall.
Seeing the tacit understanding between the two, Barry couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that the reputation of 'The Flash' was completely ruined, so he urged: "What are you thinking about? Come on now?"
"Go, what are you going to do? They have guns!" Little Barry's eyes were filled with tears.
"You have the Speed Force!!"
"Man, you have to understand. Just because I have the Speed Force doesn't mean I don't have to be afraid of guns, and it doesn't mean I don't have to be afraid of death. That's the crystallization of human wisdom."
"..."
Barry was almost pissed off. If he hadn't lost his superpowers, he would definitely be fighting side by side with Batman, unlike now, where he is completely reduced to a funny character.
Fortunately, the problem was not big. It was just a modern infantry unit that struggled for a few times and then stopped moving.
Soldier:︻デ═一xN
Bruce：┌┛#)дo)ノ
Bruce:
Soldier: _ノ
Russell:====≡卍)3)
Soldier:__xN
Bruce finished with an expressionless expression. He found the prison fortress where Superman was imprisoned, and hacked into the computer to crack the password. His skillful appearance amazed Barry and made him admire his idol even more.
Barry was confused. The Batman he knew was not that good, at least not that good at picking doors and locks.
Bruce thinks it's normal. He has traveled through time and time again and integrated the black technology of many worlds into one. It would be ridiculous if he couldn't even open an old-era steel door.
He is not a funny character.
The prison fortress was pitch black, and the oxygen content was extremely low in the fully sealed room. Soon, he found a huddled figure in the corner.
Wearing a white prison uniform, he was skinny, with slender limbs, a big head, and a short appearance that was completely different from the Clark in Bruce's impression.
Ignoring gender, just talking about the pectoralis major muscles, the dry ones in front of me are not round at all.
"Clark?!"
Barry asked doubtfully, remembering that history had changed, Superman had not arrived at the farm, and he had not met his adoptive parents. His current name was not Clark Kent, so he changed his words: "Kal Al, is that you?"
Upon hearing her cousin's name, Kara Zor-El looked over coldly.
Four humans, two are strong and two are weak.
"He's not Clark... well, maybe he is."
Barry was struggling with how to speak. The world had changed so much and was so unfamiliar that many common senses had been overturned. It was not impossible for Superman to become Superwoman.
At this moment, the base's alarm sounded, and the prison bunker's door slowly merged, seemingly activating the self-destruction mode.
Bruce looked at Russell and didn't understand what was going on with Supergirl. He seriously suspected that he had gone to the wrong prison. This was not Supergirl at all.
Taking a step back, even if Clark is a woman in this world, she should be a mature woman with tall height, long legs, and extremely domineering breasts.
Bruce couldn't figure it out. It was too dry. Compared with Wonder Woman, she was inferior to Catwoman and Poison Ivy. All aspects were not within the scope of Satan's aesthetics, and she was not qualified to be a victim.
"That's right, it's her."
Russell grabbed the Kryptonian red cloak on the side, covered Kara and lifted her up: "The base is about to collapse, get out of here quickly."
Several people came to the ground, and the troops guarding the place had been waiting for a long time.
Little Barry raised his hands and surrendered. His sincerity made Barry couldn't bear to look at him. He gave up and admitted that he was a retard.
The soldiers shouted loudly, asking several people to surrender immediately. The cold wind blew by, blowing the corners of their red cloaks.
The sun was just rising at this time, and Russell clearly felt that the skin and bones on his shoulders were flesh and blood. From the intensive care unit to the gym, his weight soared and he became plump quickly.
Not as exaggerated as Wonder Woman, but at least it's not jarring.
boom!
The afterimage flew high, Kara raised her hands flat, closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm sunshine.
After not seeing the light of day for more than ten years, her weak body quickly recharged its energy, becoming omnipotent in just a few breaths.
Below, the soldiers were terrified. They didn't know what monsters were imprisoned in the prison. They only knew that at the critical moment, the rifles in their hands were their only reliance.
Da da da----
Several bullets fell on her body, and Kara's closed eyes slowly opened, covered with bloodshot eyes, not heat vision, but the blood of hatred.
As the only material in the base laboratory, one can imagine the torture she has suffered over the years.
It's impossible to endure it. The more I think about it, the angrier it becomes and I still can't bear the preference of the sun.
boom!
The blood mist filled the air, and the better ones disappeared in an instant, while the worse ones were put into the air like kites and stayed there for a while before disappearing.
Bruce frowned, then calmly waited for the killing to end.
Russell said curiously: "Interesting, I thought you would try your best to stop aliens when they see them killing each other. Is it because this is not your universe?"
Bruce said calmly: "She suffered inhuman experiments. If she is not allowed to vent, her twisted psychology will bring more terrible consequences. She will transfer her hatred of some people to everyone, and..."
"They are plotting the power of alien monsters, and if they are not careful, they will bring disaster to the earth. It is useless to say this. Only when they feel the threat to their lives will they know how to restrain themselves. If they learn from it, even if they have a little respect, , is a good thing for the future of the earth, and I have no reason to stop it."
"Yes, it's worth it that I took you through time and again through all the hardships. You finally learned to take a long-term view of a problem." Russell wiped his tears with joy.
If there are tears.
Bang!
Kara fell heavily to the ground, like some earth destroyer, sending rubble flying all over the ground.
She looked at the four humans indifferently, wanting to thank each other for saving her life, but she couldn't open her mouth because her favorability towards humans was negative.
"Quite arrogant."
Russell nodded, yes, he likes this kind of tough talk, and it feels very fulfilling to train him.
Kara glanced at the four people, and her eyes finally stopped on Russell. It had nothing to do with Russell's evaluation of her. She only saw the red cloak in her eyes.
Her Kryptonian ship has been dismantled into parts, and the only thing left to remember her homeland is her cape.
"want to?"
Russell stretched out his hand to shake the cloak, and jerked his hand back the moment Kara took it.
Kara was puzzled at first, then furious, her eyes were red, and she rolled her eyes and twitched away.
"Look at this poor thing, she's so weak that she fainted even if she moved a little bit." Russell sympathized.
It turns out that it’s not your fault!
Bruce suddenly realized that he mistakenly thought that Supergirl was unruly and unruly, her eyes unbaptized by the wind of hell were too ferocious, like an ungrateful wild dog, and she bared her teeth and was rude, thus causing the petty Satan to retaliate.
It was because he was narrow-minded and always looked at Satan through the eyes of a victim. It turned out that Supergirl was just too weak.
Barry and Barry Jr. also think so. The difference is that they do it because of their IQ.
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The rescue plan with heavy casualties was successful, and the Batfighter returned to Gotham.
After a long journey, the two Barrys had fallen asleep. Kara woke up from a coma, saw the cloak covering her body, and seemed to be lost in memories for a long time without saying anything.
The cloak was made with Kryptonian technology and was extremely high-tech. In her hands, it shrank into a coat of arms engraved with an 'S' pattern, which is the symbol of the El family and means hope.
The coat of arms changed again, becoming a one-piece suit with a cape.
She took off her prison uniform and put on this red and blue battle suit. She was in a foreign land, and the people on earth were cold and ruthless, but this dress was the only one that still had some warmth.
"As an older woman entering her fourth year, your figure is too childish. Remember to get more sun in the future, so as not to become the second Kryptonian shame." Russell said.
Kara turned around in surprise and saw Russell in the shadow of the fireplace. She confirmed that no one was in the room, but the result...
When did this guy come and how long had he been sitting there?
"It got stuck when you were changing clothes." Russell answered.
The result disappointed him. Kara did not show an angry expression, nor did she ask for performance fees with her fists. Her eyes were cold, and she looked around for an escape route with her peripheral vision.
Her intuition told her that she shouldn't stay here for a long time.
Russell was slightly disappointed. The Kryptonian was too cautious and did not give him a chance to physically tame him. He pressed the remote control to turn on the TV and play the news about General Zod's arrival on Earth.
The Kryptonian spaceship on the screen surprised Kara. Russell continued: "General Zod has arrived on Earth. He is here for you. He is also preparing to transform the Earth into a second Krypton. If nothing else, the only one who can save the Earth is you."
"What makes you think I will save the earth?"
Kara said coldly: "You welcomed me with flowers and applause, and then sent me to the laboratory. Now that the earth is in danger, you ask me to save your home. Unfortunately, I am not from earth."
"I know I didn't rescue you just to impress you and make you willing to save the earth." Russell shrugged.
Don't urge others to be kind if you haven't suffered from others. If you have suffered from me, you may not be kind to me. He will not ask Kara to change his view of the earth.
Secondly, every game will lead to different camps due to different birth points, not to mention that the Earth and Krypton are separated by a Milky Way. Counting on Kara to save the Earth, it is better to hope that General Zod will be poisoned by ultraviolet rays and burn himself to death in the sun.
To put the facts into perspective, Kara and General Zod are on the same side.
Finally, Russell didn't want to pour chicken soup into a problem that was not necessary and could be solved with his fists. Although as Satan, he had unparalleled personal charm. Standing silently was the most impressive chicken soup in the universe.
"Something you may not know is that your cousin Kal-El is dead. General Zod intercepted his ship when he was escaping Krypton and tried to remove the Codex of Life from his body, but he found the wrong person. , the Code of Life is not in Kal-El's body..."
"What did you say?!"
After hearing about her cousin and the Code of Life, Kara couldn't keep calm and rushed to Russell like a teleport, grabbing him by the collar to ask him clearly.
Bang!
A feeling of weakness spread throughout her body, and Kara fell to her knees weakly, falling into Russell's arms.
Faced with the girl's embrace, Russell did not dodge and opened his arms to welcome her.
Kara forcibly stopped her body and leaned back to maintain her balance. She dodged, but because of her extreme weakness, she dodged but did not completely dodge, so she still fell headlong.
Good news, you didn’t fall into Satan’s arms.
The bad news is that it focuses on Satan's position among people.
"It's a pity that Bruce is not here. I want to hear what he would say."
Russell sighed and grabbed Kara's cloak to help her upright. Because the latter was weak, as soon as Russell let go, she pressed against the crowd again.
"Don't be like this, I have a girlfriend. If they know that I have close contact with other superwomen, they will definitely kill you."
Russell advised Kara not to act out of anger and kindly helped her up again.
Life is all about ups and downs.
After a few times, Kara cursed loudly, and like many unlucky people who came into contact with Russell for the first time, she successfully broke through her defenses.
This shows how strong Bruce's will is. He never gave in in the face of the troll virus, and it took him several worlds to realize the true meaning of complaining.
"Forget it, respecting other people's choices is a virtue. Since you don't want to get up, I won't make it difficult for you."
Russell said condescendingly: "General Zod did not find the Code of Life. In the process, your cousin unfortunately died. He traveled across most of the universe to find you. Yes, the Code of Life is in your body."
Kara looked up and glared, her heart ached when she heard this, she closed her eyes in pain, lowered her head and buried...
He lifted it up again very quickly.
"Look, I don't need to tell you some big principles to persuade you to save the earth. There is an irreconcilable conflict between you and General Zod. For yourself and for revenge, you will take the initiative to fight him to the death."
"let me go!"
"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't force you. You chose the position yourself..."
"Shut up! Let me go!!"
"Okay, okay, you have a bad temper. You don't know how lucky you are. There are so many people who want to kneel in front of me, but they can't even find a way."
Russell waved his hand, and Kara suddenly found her strength and stood in the corner with a whoosh, clenching her hands into fists to remain on guard.
She could have just left, but she still had a lot of questions.
For example, Russell’s intelligence source and whether what he just said is true.
"I don't care whether it's true or not. You can ask Zod. As a mature villain, he will tell you everything before victory is achieved." Russell pointed to the window, indicating that Kara could leave.
Kara wanted to run away for a long time. The moment she stepped on the window sill, she said warily: "Who are you?"
"Satan."
"..."
"If you haven't heard of it, just ask a passerby. I'm ashamed to say that I have a little bit of underworld energy on earth."
After Russell's words fell, Kara fled away as if running away. She reached full speed and created a sonic boom cloud directly at high altitude.
"Both mentally and physically, we are still in the teenage years. No wonder we are called Super Girl instead of Royal Sister..."
Russell shook his head, not optimistic that Kara could return safely. She was not Clark. She broke into the Kryptonian soldiers' circle without a plan or preparation, and the only result was death.
On the innate level, Clark is a naturally born Kryptonian with an unknown career and unlimited possibilities; on the acquired level, Clark has been bathed in the sun for many years. The thirty-year-old single has a bumpy mental journey and has the belief that he must fight for it.
Looking at Kara, let's not talk about the innate level. There is no comparison with the Kryptonian who follows the rules.
On the acquired level, after living in the little black room for more than ten years, she was obviously a cousin, but her chest muscles stopped developing due to malnutrition and were far less strong than Clark's stature.
Strength, speed, and endurance are all lagging behind, especially endurance. After two hits, he will be exhausted and panting.
Russell knows Supergirl best. According to his standard assessment of combat effectiveness, Kara only has 800,000 words. When she is extremely angry, she can break through 1 million words. After a brief outburst, she quickly drops to 300,000 words, and she never recovers. Possibility of turning over.
Kara lags behind Clark in all statistics. She cannot be a match for General Zod. Perhaps she cannot even beat General Zod's adjutant, Fiora.
Half an hour later, the Wayne Manor back garden swimming pool.
Russell was wearing a pair of beach shorts and fished out the half-dead Kara from the water. She asked General Zod and got the same answer. In a rage, she challenged him to a one-on-one fight and was pressed to the ground and rubbed crazily after 800,000 words.
Kara thought she was going to die, but she never thought she would drown. Until Russell fished her out, she didn't understand why she was in the swimming pool.
"How about it? Have you asked passers-by if I have a dark spirit?" Russell put on his sunglasses, leaned on the beach chair and looked through Playboy.
Generally speaking, it is far worse than his photo album.
Kara knelt down and gasped, breathing in the sunshine. Her injuries gradually improved. The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and she felt like she was okay again.
"Don't be so pretty. It won't matter how many times you do it again. You are no match for General Zod."
"I know……"
Carla tasted the bitterness of failure and fell into an extremely negative state. Newbies were like this and had to take a few more beatings to mature.
"So, have you asked passers-by about me?"
"..."
Kara shook her head. Although, she knew that Russell was very powerful and frowned: "It is not difficult to defeat Zod with your ability. Why did you save me because of the Code of Life?"
"The Code of Life is a good thing. If you get the Code of Life, you will have a steady stream of Kryptonian warriors. But to me, ten thousand Kryptonian soldiers are not as good as one interesting soul."
Russell pulled down his sunglasses and said to Kara: "Your tights, bah, your soul is very good."
The corners of Kara's eyes twitched. If Russell hadn't been dishonest when he spoke and always stared at her butt, she would have believed it.
She took a deep breath of sunlight and stood up from the ground staggeringly: "As long as you can kill Zod and promise not to take advantage of the Code of Life, I will sell your soul to you."
"You're really on the right track. You got to the point so quickly. I have reason to believe that you asked passers-by to find out about my profession."
Russell put down the impurities, reached out and held a ball of darkness and moved towards Kara: "The devil pays most attention to credibility. I am Satan, the devil among devils, the integrity of integrity. Accept this power, and she can give you the ability to kill Zod's power, accordingly, your soul belongs to me from this moment on."
"Uh, don't you need to sign a contract?"
Kara was quite hesitant and said nothing, she wanted Satan to establish a basis.
"Don't be stupid. The contract is my disclaimer from beginning to end. The devil's verbal promise is much more reliable than the contract."
"..."
What do you mean, verbal promises and contracts are not safe?
"Well, you can understand that."
"..."
Kara sat slumped on the ground. She had experienced too much today, and was mentally exhausted from the ups and downs. Trapped in a swamp and with a foggy road ahead, she couldn't see the future. She just wanted to kill Zod to avenge her cousin. Looking at the power at her fingertips, she slowly stretched out her hand.
Black light surged, Polluted Kara's suit turned black, and the S on her chest, symbolizing hope, also turned black.
The power of hell condensed in her body, carving a dark cross on the back of her hand. It was not until this moment that she understood what the so-called Satan was.
Good news: Zod is vulnerable.
Bad news: She's going to hell.
"Go, don't leave Zod alive, and then go to hell and wait for me."
Russell stood up and left the recliner. Behind him was Kara, who was kneeling on one knee subconsciously. He said without looking back: "Follow me and work hard from now on. Eating meat and drinking soup are indispensable for your benefit. One day in the future, you will make a name for yourself and rebuild A Kryptonian homeworld might as well be a good idea.”
Kara lowered her head deeply, her heart beating rapidly.
…
Batcave.
Batman in every world has a unique skill, and this world is no exception. Bruce diligently steals his own creativity and pockets the design concepts of bat props. He likes this simple and unpretentious style very much. A boring life would be better without a certain Satan.
"What do you mean by a certain Satan? One is enough for you, how many more do you want?" Russell walked out of the darkness.
"Where's that ignorant girl? Did you lie to her?" Bruce asked without raising his head.
"What do you mean by an ignorant girl? She is not young yet. She has been imprisoned for more than ten years and her mind and body have not developed."
Russell complained one by one: "Furthermore, I am Satan, and I pay more attention to the content. I am not interested in skins, only interesting souls."
"Without an interesting skin, you won't pay attention to her, and you won't notice whether her soul is interesting," Bruce said uncontrollably. "Bruce said.
"As expected of you, you learn so fast. In this way, I can trust you with the Knights of Hell." Russell nodded happily and confirmed again and again that this Batman's style of painting really can't go back.
He turned around and looked at the two chirping Flashes. One was a sand sculpture, and the other was also a sand sculpture. They were spinning around a bat suit, three times and three times in reverse, dancing as if they were performing some kind of sacrificial ceremony.
"What's wrong with them?"
"I don't know, I'm not paying attention."
"Forget it, I'll see for myself."
After Barry woke up, he found that he was being held by "himself". The latter's face was full of happiness. He didn't know what good things he had dreamed of, and he came closer with a pout.
He was speechless and quickly broke away from the other party, thinking that if he didn't save himself, the Flash's name would be destroyed in his own hands sooner or later.
Therefore, it is impossible to count on 'oneself'. You have to rely on yourself at critical moments.
While Barry was planning to regain his superpowers, he wanted to get back the Flash ring. In order to appease the lively and active Barry, he found a bat suit and made a new Flash suit for Barry.
So, there was a sacrificial ceremony that looked like a sand sculpture.
It's not a sacrifice. The brain circuit of the sand sculpture is always different from that of ordinary people. They are just thinking about it!
Russell curled his lips. If he hadn't taken a fancy to Barry's sand sculpture style, which could inject vitality into the lifeless Knights of Hell, so that the Batman would not get along day and night, and under the influence of each other, the style of the Dark Knight would return to normal, he would not have recruited these people. A wage earner.
"Go and bring the stupider one into the gang. From now on, he will be the exclusive reset button of the Hell Knights." Russell patted Bruce on the shoulder and gave the leader the first order.
Bruce frowned and said: "With your ability, you can directly copy one, why bother?"
"What, are you worried about taking away a Flash and changing the timeline of the current world?"
"..."
There are considerations in this regard!
"No explanation, you can see for yourself." Russell slapped Bruce on the top of his head and cocked one ear.
Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was uncomfortable to look at only one side, so he also tilted the other side.
A series of pictures flashed through Bruce's mind, and he watched the Flash independent movie from the perspective of a bystander. He understood that his worries were purely unnecessary. Whether it was Supergirl or Barry, including the old Bat, all would be affected by the timeline. Correction was erased from existence.
Seeing the endless uses of the reset button, Bruce couldn't help but feel itchy. He might not be able to use it, but he must have one in his warehouse.
"I'll give you five minutes to trick that silly boy into joining the group. When you're done, I'll reward you with a Thomas Wayne version of Batman."
"Need not."
"Don't want Thomas?"
"No need for five minutes, three minutes is enough." Bruce replied calmly, tricking the ignorant boy into falling into the darkness, and he would do the same.
"Hiss, hiss, with your script skills, it would be a shame not to be a villain."
…
The camera turned and Russell took Bruce into the second Lightning Universe.
It was also a morning run by Barry the Flash, and the world line was also deviated. The Aquaman of this universe has been strengthened to an epic level.
King Arthur of the Sea and Diana, Queen of the Amazons, teamed up to conquer human civilization. They sympathized with each other and couldn't help but fall in love with each other. Mera, the queen of the sea, drank three bowls of vinegar and used the jealousy to assassinate Diana. She was defeated and had her head chopped off.
On land, Nanami and Amazon went to war, and the world ushered in destruction.
The plot got so violent that it got out of hand. If we look into the reason, it was related to Clark's disappearance. The unlucky guy was about to land on Earth and was imprisoned in an underground prison by humans. He didn't know what the sun was for thirty years.
But these have nothing to do with Russell, allowing Bruce to understand the horror and importance of the reset button. At the end, he took away Thomas's version of his old father Batman.
The old father showed great enthusiasm for his son from another world. He hugged Bruce and burst into tears. Bruce was very indifferent to this. He blamed Satan for not being a human being. His longing for his father was vented in the old world in the previous world. On the bat.
That’s very embarrassing!
Soon, Thomas became indifferent. He saw a 'son' who was older than him in hell, and his longing for him faded away on the spot.
With one leader and two deputy leaders, the Knights of Hell have begun to take shape.
Because there was no point in giving up, and resisting would only make Satan more excited, Bruce did not refuse the appointment of the leader, but just struggled for a while with the title of Sand Sculpture Bat.
Later, Russell entered the Dark Multiverse and captured more than ten different Batmans as members of the group.
The more famous ones, such as the Ravager, the Red Death, the Drowned Soul, and the Dawn Lamp, and the slightly less famous ones, such as the Cruel Knight, the Broken Bat, and the Bat City as the base, with the Bat Dragon as the mascot.
Little Barry trembles with the reset button surrounded by big guys. His style of painting is incompatible with hell, but because of Bruce's promise, in order for his mother to be resurrected, he took over the heavy responsibility of the conscience of the Hell Knights.
Satan is above everything, and on his left and right are his secretaries Diana and Carla, and his assistant Selina, who is addicted to jewelry and accidentally falls into hell.
"With strong troops and strong horses, great things can be expected. My knights are not to mention participating in big events now, they themselves are big events..."
"Sand...Hell invasion! Sounds a bit messy!"
Russell raised his hand and touched his chin to prevent capsizing in the gutter. He first found a villain who could fight to practice his skills.
He turned his attention to an unnamed Apokolips and slapped Diana on the long leg: "Go, convey my order and let my knights capture Apokolips."
