Can you imagine? One morning. It hasn't been that long.
You wake up and the sun has risen.
You hear birds singing from all seven continents, and your lover is beside you, curled up in your arms.
You turned sideways, looked at the beauty in your arms, and looked into her eyes so quietly. Watching her beautiful eyelashes tremble slightly in the golden light of the morning, tenderly touching the whole world.
Then, finally——
The world is beautiful.
You put on your clothes. Not in a hurry, not in a hurry.
Not in a phone booth or changing in a closet when a bomb falls, not in a circle where you happen to save her, but calm, casual, calm.
You listen to her talk about the latest scoop he screwed up and smell the vanilla in your morning coffee.
Then, you take to the sky.
Your first stop, the court hearing. You appear as a witness, not the judge or jury. You swear to God that everything is true and nothing is hidden. You believe that judicial efforts will yield results in the end, and justice is always worth protecting and looking forward to.
You tell them that the man sitting in the dock has never touched the true soul of the city. You tell them that this city means hope to so many people—and that despite all the bad guy’s efforts, he hasn’t been able to live up to that hope.
Luther watched silently the whole time.
After that, you investigate, observe, and use your unique vision to see from here to there, detecting those wonderful evil deeds that easily challenge the power of ordinary people, searching for all the chaos that always calls you and needs you.
You look and look and look...and then you yawn.
After a while, you feel a little bored. You get up and go to work.
You're typing away, and you love your job as a reporter.
You write about blackmail, collusion, corruption and fraud. Behind you, Lewis and Perry argue over the definition of categories and spelling.
Perry was ranting and yelling about his decades of experience, but Louis... oh my god, it was only a matter of time before Louis shut him up.
So you looked at her doting smile and went back to work.
You refined your opening statement, concisely, slightly poetically, and read it silently in your dad’s voice.
This is what you want.
How does dad read it?
Yeah, yeah like that. How great that you just have time to do these wonderful things.
You're going to have lunch with old friends.
Make jokes, laugh out loud, reminisce about the past, and ask about their worries and concerns, as well as their families and children.
Although you have never met Tim, you often hear news about him from Batman's mouth.
Tim went to school, Tim had a girlfriend, Tim joined the football team, and on the field and with the cheers of the crowd, he used the skills used to fight murderers and madmen to defeat a man with freckles on his nose. A strong young man in the senior class.
Batman says this is exactly what a kid his age should experience.
You laughed again.
Batman tells you he's really retiring this time. You know he has been through so much and he deserves a happy second half of his life. You sincerely wish him well.
He entrusted Gotham to you, and you agreed.
You make plans for the next time you see each other again, and you know that you will definitely see each other again.
In the afternoon, you went to the park and the children called to you.
"Superman!"
"Superman! Superman!"
"look at me!"
That night, you asked her out and she agreed.
You put your lover in a spacesuit and you sit on the moon together and watch the earth rise.
The aquamarine planet is so magnificent and romantic under the moonlight. You and her lean together, your fingers intertwined, and you will feel warm even in the cold space.
Later, when you get home, you hear kittens whining around you.
You concentrate, expand your hearing, and search for another crisis.
Alien invasion, hidden carnage, crazy robots... that sort of thing. There are always more serious ones.
But all you hear is the kitten.
So you took it down from the tree and put it in its owner's arms.
You see the cat licking the old woman's cheek and the old woman holding her cat.
You stood behind her with your hands on your hips and a smile.
Everything is peaceful and beautiful.
boom! ! ! !
The earth is shaking.
This is Luther's safe house on the outskirts of Metropolis.
The huge green wave of telekinesis slammed Superman to the ground.
"No way! Batman told me that he would take Louis to a safe place..."
Superman was lying on the ground. He showed no resistance and used his clairvoyance eyes to scan the body of "Louis" over and over again.
Blake was suspended in mid-air, his figure as majestic as a god.
There was a trace of green on his face, he turned his head, and through his skin, three less obvious dark pink light spots appeared on his forehead, and then disappeared.
When he raised his head, the green color on his face disappeared.
"That's all you have? Oh, come on, I just punched you with my telekinesis. You didn't work hard, Clark - do you need more motivation to fight like a man?"
The ground around Superman suddenly sank, and then it could no longer hold up and exploded, sending rubble flying.
"How about a telepathic review of the last hour of your wife's life? Micromanaging? Tearing narrow slits?"
"Or do you like to hear him curse you for intruding into his life? What was he talking about? Dirty alien? Oh, she is really good at cursing people, in all senses, even then Her mouth is full of blood, you have to strain your ears to hear what she says-"
"Ahhhh——"
The punch from the enraged Kryptonian sent Black flying, and Black responded with a telekinetic shockwave.
The earth-shattering battle between the two superhuman beings tore the earth apart like tofu. The earth was lifted and broken, and trees and rocks were picked up, thrown, and smashed like weapons.
And finally——
"Stop talking!"
Superman broke through the obstacles and knocked Blake's head back with just one punch. Even his powerful telepathy and telekinesis could not stop this unparalleled power.
"That's it!"
Superman's hands were shaking. But Blake didn't die because of this exaggeration.
Superman grabs Black by the throat and they fall to the ground like meteors.
This originally suburban plain has turned into a small basin.
Blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the green color on his face became more and more obvious.
"Nice shot, small town boy, to my chin. Of course, still very similar to the way your girlfriend hit me. For your sake go ahead because I'm thinking of making this an annual event. You You know Batman can't protect your mom forever, right? What's that saying? Without 'A Thousand Days Against Thieves', he will fail, and then Perry, Jimmy..."
"I am going to kill you."
Blake started laughing strangely.
"That'll be fun, Clark, you can't, you can't."
"Just like you never kill those criminals. Now do you understand the feelings of those whose loved ones were killed by criminals? You holy bitch?"
He slowly spoke 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 long for."
Superman let go of Black, who knelt down in front of him. Blake shakily took out a cigarette, lit it, and then held it in his mouth full of blood.
"That's nonsense. You just can't live in the real world, you just can't."
"It never happened to you, did it? So you can stick to your ridiculous no-kill rule?"
"So, now, the high-altitude god, the seemingly pure and flawless perfect man - you have fallen into a mortal state!"
"So now, come on!"
Blake opened his hands crazily and tilted his head. The green on his face and three dark pink spots under his skin suddenly appeared for a moment, and then immediately sank into his cheeks, allowing his face to return to its original color.
"Come and kill me!"
Superman stared at him blankly.
I have used my clairvoyance eyes to scan Lois Lane's body countless times, down to every cell and piece of DNA.
That's her, no doubt about it. My super senses are a reminder of this fact every moment.
I've never been so angry. I became a wild beast and a strong wind.
I felt like life was becoming ethereal in front of me.
Then I laughed. Louis is still dead. My heart is still full of hatred, and the only achievement - is to kill my original self.
Part of me wants to kill Black, with all my heart, right now. Just for what he did, I can do it, I know I can.
Superman's eyes glowed red.
…
…
…
"Everything is exactly as I said."
Chen Tao looked ugly.
Luthor said, "Superman is going to kill Black. He's going to kill someone."
He originally wanted to say, "You lost, Batman. But luckily I prepared a backup plan. Superman will know at the last second that Lois is not dead -"
But the bald head suddenly got stuck here, and then fell into a trance.
He finally said this:
"Blake will eventually escape, and Superman will eventually discover that the Blake he killed was just a phantom created by his mind combined with kryptonite and LSD in the air."
Luther's face showed ferocious malice. His face was reflected on his green armor, making it look a little green.
"You're self-defeating, Batman. You took it upon yourself to present a murderous Superman to the government."
"Superman will bend his rules in the presence of the government, ladies and gentlemen, just as I expected."
Luthor said: "While I didn't intend to prove this to you, it's clear that our overconfident Mr. Batman has shown us that the little boy who can extinguish our ant nest with a drop of urine at any time has the ability to do so. How unstable!"
"Superman's noble character amazes us, but..."
"What?"
Luther was startled: "What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?"
He turned to look at Superman on the screen who punched Black away, then turned to look at the holographic projections of government officials who were still chattering and whispering, and then he suddenly realized.
"You gave them a fake? You created a false phantom of Superman's glorious justice yourself and staged a cartoon in front of them?"
With Luthor's IQ, he quickly realized what Batman had done.
"Batman, you are simply cheating. You didn't want them to witness anything at all. The live broadcast they saw was controlled by you. No matter what choice Superman makes, what they can see is that Superman can stick to his bottom line! "
Then he heard Batman's steady voice.
"I didn't even think about making a fair bet, Luther. If I didn't take the initiative to transfer the situation at the scene to those government people, I'm afraid you would have done this, Luther. This is very similar to what you would do. , promote the theory of Superman threat, create tension between Superman and the government, and prove to the government the possibility of Superman becoming bad.”
"Therefore, in order to prevent you from doing bad things first, I did this 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 have never thought about doing such a thing at all." Luther said, "You are simply overthinking it."
Chen Tao hesitated slightly.
Luther shook his head: "But what's the point of what you did?"
Luthor opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say, "If Superman really kills Black and creates an established fact, even if you use the fake phantom you created to deceive those government officials, they will eventually find out."
But he got stuck again, then shook his head and said, "Even if you used those fake phantoms to deceive those government officials, I will tell everyone the real truth. Superman killed Black's phantom, he really Will kill someone!"
Then he heard Batman say in a deep voice: "No, not the Phantom. He might kill Black."
"No, no, Black won't be killed. Black will use the Phantom, use the Phantom..."
"I'm going to stop Superman. Superman must not be stained with blood."
Chen Tao didn't want to deal with Luther anymore. He had confirmed that Black was seeking death, and he had a vague guess in his mind. Luther's abnormality, Black's abnormality, the government agencies being guided, and the fear of Superman were aroused.
Everything lingered in his mind, and then converged into one point.
He thought of the Laughing Bat.
Thinking of Batman who inhaled the Joker's gas after strangling the Joker.
No, Superman can't kill, or in other words, he doesn't dare to gamble on the consequences of Superman killing someone.
In countless parallel universes, there may be Batmans who are just but murderous (Universe Bat No. 51), but there will never be any normal Superman who can kill people.
Not to mention the unjust Superman, even the good Lord Chao is a hegemon who thrives on those who follow me and those who go against me will perish.
Just as Chen Tao didn't dare to bet on whether killing the Joker would turn him into a maniac, he also didn't dare to bet on whether Superman would change after killing Black.
Superman...you should be born noble and unblemished. You represent light and hope, and you should not and cannot be stained with blood.
He immediately changed his original plan.
"I'm going to stop Superman. Whether he kills people or not, it's over."
"No." Luther said:
"If you want to go, you have to defeat me first. That's why I'm here. When our battle is over, Superman is done. Black and his Phantom will prove that-"
Chen Tao sighed.
"There's something wrong with you, very wrong."
"What did you say?"
"But fortunately, I never thought about playing this bet with you in the first place."
"What?"
Chen Tao stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and lumps of brown mud appeared on his face. Then he directly cut open his body with his fingers, revealing his hollow core.
"The nanobots and Clayface formed the fake body that stood here and talked nonsense with you for so long. My real body has long since slipped away quietly."
(End of chapter)
