Chapter 2078 Knight's Night of Terror (Forty-Seven)

Superman in the darkness exudes a metallic glow, his muscles are tight, like a statue made of steel, and every muscle line is written with his anger at the moment.

Batman is not wearing a bat suit, but the figure standing in the dark corridor is like a shadow in the night sky, his eyes are so deep and cold, and there is a trace of bloody murderous intent.

The guardians of the two cities stand in the narrow hotel corridor, and the cold wind blowing in from the open corridor window whistles past. The moment the heat ray lights up, Batman is like a black lightning, fearlessly and fearlessly, shooting towards Superman in the shadow where the laser cannot reach.

Superman's fist carries the power of thunder, and the moment Batman gets close to him, it has appeared on his weakness. Batman, who can use the angle of the wall to cover his route, dodges Superman's attack lightly, just like a bat, flipping in the air and landing nimbly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

Three more batarangs, Superman stood there as still as a mountain, but his attitude was not to be outdone.

Just as Batman approached again, he suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Batman's wrist at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture, and threw him straight out.

The loud sound of the sonic boom woke up almost all the guests in the hotel, and that was just Superman's rush. He flashed to Batman's side, picked him up before he could react, and threw him to the other side of the hotel.

"Uh... cough cough..."

Batman, who was lying on the ground, panted rapidly. His strong willpower allowed him to climb up even though he broke three ribs, collarbone, and even one leg bone.

"You are venting your anger." Batman wiped the corner of his mouth that was bleeding with a trembling hand.

"If I use my fists, I am venting my anger, and you will become a pool of molecules." Superman said in a deep voice.

"You have unrealistic expectations of me."

"We all do." There was a hint of grief in Superman's tone. He said, "When I first heard that someone was guarding justice in a dark city like Gotham, I thought I had found a role model and a benchmark."

"When I came to Gotham and didn't see the orderly order, I also knew that it was not your responsibility. As long as you did it, or even just said it, it would be good. The culprit who didn't change was the criminals, not you."

"But what's going on now?" Superman raised his voice and said angrily, "You didn't even protect your family. You don't know how disappointed and angry I was when I saw that photo."

"If you want to train them to be Batman's assistants, then Protect them just like you protect your own secret identity. If you just treat them as children, don't let them get involved in this mess. "

Batman stood up shakily, leaned against the wall on one side, looked up at Superman and said, "Do you want to judge me?"

"I have no right to do that, but I have the right to find out the whole truth and make it public, whether it is good for you or not."

"I am going to do what is best for them, and you are foolishly stopping me."

"The best thing to do now is to tell me the truth." Superman took another step forward and said, "I saw you knock someone out in the utility room and extract his fingerprint information. I know you don't pay attention to procedural justice, but I want to make sure you don't do anything that you will regret."

"My mind is clear..."

Bang!

When Bruce woke up, he found himself tied to a single sofa in a hotel room, and the single sofa was firmly fixed to the ground by some unknown force.

Clark was sitting on another single sofa, and opposite him, there was a small table between them, with a video recorder on the table, the kind commonly used by reporters.

The wound on his body hurt, but not enough. Batman found that this fracture was not as painful as usual.

He guessed that this might be some ability of the mysterious parasite in his body. At the same time, he was wondering if this parasite could help him get out of his current predicament.

Bruce looked at the dark sky outside the window and the time indicated by the wall clock. He knew that the printing plants of all newspapers on the East Coast and even in the United States were probably working overtime, and most of the newspapers printed with those news had been produced.

Like a loaded shell, in two hours at most, the bombardment of public opinion would be everywhere, and he was now tied in the house and couldn't go anywhere.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm running out of time, Clark, let me go."

"We still have a lot of time." Clark pushed his glasses and said, "I just need to know the truth of this whole thing. Answer my questions, Bruce Wayne, and nothing will be unfair."

Bruce leaned back slightly to prevent his arms tied to the back of the chair from being too stiff. He sat there silently. After the angry blood was poured with a basin of cold water, only a sudden coldness remained, just like the feeling when he cut his arm.

"You want to know if I abused Robin." Bruce said before Clark spoke: "And I know that every disaster that happened to them is not just an accident."

Clark still stared at him with that serious look, which made Bruce have a strange moment of absent-mindedness. He felt like he was confessing to the sun.

"Jason and I had a falling out, ran away from home, and then got kidnapped by an extremely dangerous super criminal who tortured him for a year without me finding him."

"In the hallucination brought to me by the super criminal, I saw Jason suffering torture including but not limited to cuts, stabbings, burns, and even skinning."

Clark was stunned.

Then endless anger engulfed him. In the gap between the burning anger, he heard Bruce say: "One of the culprits is dead, and the other one is sitting in front of you, so now, answer me, Clark, are you here?" Judge me?" Clark felt that his last trace of sanity was about to be burned away, but a certain scene flashed before his eyes and his sanity returned slightly.

He stood looking down at Bruce with his head hanging down, and said in a voice so deep that he couldn't believe it: "I went to find him first, Jason Todd, but I didn't see him. hate you."

Clark thought of Jason's expression at this time. When Jason's relationship with Batman was mentioned, Jason's expression was very complicated. Clark couldn't say that it was a positive emotion, but it was not that negative.

When Clark doesn't know about this, he will think that this is just some reasonable and normal resentment, but when he knows what kind of torture Jason has suffered, he will feel that this is the emotion closest to love - -forgive.

Clark nodded slightly to one side and murmured to himself: "If you dare to tell me that he ran out by himself, I will throw you out of the window."

Then he sat back on the chair hard, pursed his lips and turned his head. The muscles around his lips were twitching, and the muscles on his neck were also trembling slightly, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

"You are simply crazy, Batman. How on earth are you going to explain that you were always in control of the situation, but there was such a big mistake, and then the victim happened to be your child."

"It's more than that." Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "I had a whole year to save it, but I didn't do it."

Clark's fingertips began to tremble.

Suddenly he remembered something, looked at Bruce with a look that made him mad, and said, "Then after you reunited with Jason, you punched him in the eye, hurting half of his face."

Bruce nodded silently.

The punch hit Bruce on one side of the face, knocking out two of his teeth and possibly cracking his cheekbone, but for Superman, the strength required to control his own strength may be greater than the force of the punch. .

Bruce spit out a mouthful of blood to the side, raised his head with difficulty and coughed a few times to regain his breath.

"Do you feel pain too, Batman?" Clark asked.

"Of course he will."

Another hoarse voice appeared at the door, and Clark looked up and saw Jason's figure at the door.

He knew that Jason wouldn't be unconscious for long, but he didn't expect that he could find him so quickly. Clark stood up, looked at Jason and said, "This is not where you should be."

"Did I interrupt your torture session?"

"I'm not extracting a confession."

"Then you are venting your anger."

Clark pursed his lips and said nothing. Jason stepped forward. The moment he saw Batman's miserable condition, he was still surprised.

Half of Batman's sweatshirt was soaked with blood. Judging from the traces of penetration, the wound on his arm should have opened.

Several ribs were broken, no doubt his internal organs were shaken, his liver was probably ruptured, his mouth was full of blood, and his face was pale.

"Batman has never been tortured like this." Jason looked at Superman and said, "Except in my dreams."

Clark sighed, frowned and said to him: "Get out, Jason, I have to talk to him, I want to stop this..."

"I think we should be fair." Jason finally succeeded in interrupting Clark. "Whether I'm traumatized by Batman or not is not for you to judge, because you are only a reporter, not a professional doctor."

"Even if you want to take Batman to court, a specialized doctor will examine us before the trial, including determining whether there are any traces of sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, mental manipulation and oppression, and other illegal behaviors."

"If you want to adhere to procedural justice, then the identification step is essential. On the bright side, if I really have it, you can just throw him out of the window."

Clark looked at Jason's determined expression in silence for a long time, at least half a minute.

He looked at Batman who lowered his head and remained silent, as if he had completely accepted the trial, and finally said.

"I don't know if you want to protect Batman through this method, but you know that I will never ask any doctor who can be impressed by the Wayne Group to make an evaluation for you."

"Then you should know that there are almost no such doctors in the world. Wayne Group can prescribe chips that make anyone's heart flutter."

Clark took two steps back and said, "As it happens, I happen to know one, and I'm going to pick him up right now."

Jason showed a sneer and said: "It's up to you, I want to see how upright and professional he is."

A few minutes later, Jason saw Schiller appearing outside the door like he had seen a ghost.