Chapter 1941 U Transcendence Event (32)

The Joker's lighter is a very important item in Batman's memory, because they usually light the fuse of a bomb or a flammable material that can burn down an entire building.

Lord Superman can't say that Batman has no fear of this, but it is more like a stress response that has settled into instinct. If it were the Batman he knew, the Joker's spine would have been broken four times.

But now, Bruce bit the unlit cigarette and sat on the chair next to Arthur, lowered his head and leaned over, one hand protecting the fire, and the other hand pressed on the armrest.

Arthur also bent down and lowered his head, putting the lit part of his cigarette, which was almost smoked to the bottom, on Bruce's cigarette.

The next second after the cigarette was lit, a red light flashed, and the cigarettes in the mouths of the two people turned into ashes.

Two pairs of cross-eyed looked at the black smoke in front of them in a daze.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce looked up and stared at Lord Superman in disbelief, as if he was looking at an alien.

Lord Superman was also stunned by his self-righteous attitude. Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?

"There's marijuana in this cigarette!"

"I know."

Lord Superman was choked again.

For the first time in his life, Superman felt helpless to participate in this game alone.

Bruce turned back and leaned back in his chair and said in a slightly brisk tone: "I just want to refresh myself. Are you from an 'illegal state'?"

Lord Superman frowned deeply. It can be said that if it weren't for the muscle blocking, those two firm eyebrows would have been twisted into a knot.

Lord Superman is a person who attaches great importance to rules. According to the division of camps in Europe and the United States, he belongs to the conservatives. On Earth 50, which he rules, let alone drugs, even non-addictive drugs are accurately distributed to the gram. The phenomenon of drug abuse has been completely eliminated, and drug addicts have long been extinct.

But what's the matter with this Batman? Why does he look so much like a teenager who skips school on a weekday evening and walks in groups on the street with his hands in his pockets, howling and throwing unextinguished cigarette butts into the garbage dump to see who can burn the garbage can first?

Wait, have all Batman's parents died? Could it be that the one in front of him didn't? Is Bruce Wayne, who didn't become Batman, like this?

Looking at Bruce chatting and laughing with the Joker next to him, a complex emotion suddenly rose in the heart of Lord Superman.

Lord Superman's feelings for the Batman of their Earth are already very complicated.

The plot of the Earth where Lord Superman is located is relatively simple. Luthor killed the Flash and successfully ran for president. Superman was furious and killed Luthor.

What may be a little beyond common sense is that the Batman of this universe, commonly known as the Gray Bat, actually supports Lord Superman's approach. His original words probably mean "someone has to do it."

After that, Superman found that this straightforward method was very useful, so he formed the Justice Lord Team and used violence to rule the world. All criminals were killed, and all crimes beyond the rules would be severely punished.

Until this stage, Gray Bat still supported Lord Superman, but probably recently, before Lord Superman participated in the game, he felt something different.

Lord Superman wanted to spread justice to a farther place, and he hoped that Batman would open a portal for him so that they could punish more sins in the universe.

Batman did not refuse, but Lord Superman could feel that his attitude had changed, and he seemed no longer willing to do so.

Lord Superman's psychology is actually easy to understand. If it weren't for your support, I wouldn't have come to this point today, but we have come to this point together. Do you still want to stand on the moral high ground to condemn my atrocities?

Of course, Batman has not made any substantial betrayal, but Lord Superman already knows that he will sooner or later, because this is Batman.

He has the power and determination to break everything, but he can never break his last cage, the cage called Batman.

In the eyes of Lord Superman, the bat suit is like a cruel torture instrument made of thorns, which constantly tortures Batman's heart, tells him that he can't sit back and watch the atrocities continue, and urges him to betray.

So Lord Superman would of course think, if there is an extra ticket, would you go with me - if you didn't wear this suit back then, would we get a more perfect ruling structure and a better future for mankind now?

At this moment, Lord Superman saw a younger Batman. Lord Superman didn't feel the deep seriousness and deep pain of Batman in him, which would certainly arouse his interest.

But now it looks less serious.

A gentleman who insists on his principles a little too much because of his painful past and will be tortured by his conscience, and a crazy teenager who has never been beaten by society and dares to do anything without knowing the height of the sky and the earth, which one would you choose?

Lord Superman is just a little violent, not without intelligence.

The betrayed Batman was just against his violent means. Wouldn't the crazy Batman set the universe on fire?

Lord Superman has another characteristic, that is, he actually pursues justice, but he is a little too extreme and his means are violent, but if he is placed in the DC Earth, it is not very out of line.

Like other Supermen, he cannot tolerate criminal behavior, and it is even more impossible for him to sit back and watch the universe be destroyed. But if this crazy Batman continues to develop, can the universe still be good?

What's more terrifying is that if this Batman takes drugs, then no one can really imagine what a high-drinking Batman can do. The Joker is also rationally crazy, and drug addicts are really crazy.

Lord Superman suddenly couldn't sit still. He looked straight at Bruce and said, "Put your hand back, or I will cut it off. I mean both of you!"

At this time, Bruce reached out to Constantine for a cigarette, and Constantine really intended to give it to him. When this pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix were handing over, they were greeted by the murderous eyes of Lord Superman.

Bruce looked back at him, and the stop movement seemed to be a test. It was not until he saw the red light in the eyes of the Lord Superman that he reluctantly withdrew his hand and coughed twice, as if he wanted to turn over this chapter by getting the topic back on track.

"Let me introduce to you that the doctor Schiller you just saw on the screen is my psychology professor Schiller Rodriguez, who is also a world-renowned psychology master."

"I am very honored to have spent a fulfilling college life under his guidance. I was also fortunate to receive his guidance during my graduate studies, and I am planning to apply for his doctoral qualification under his name to continue more in-depth academic research."

As soon as these words came out, the other three were stunned.

Constantine coughed heavily a few times. This time he might have really coughed out a few pieces of lung fragments. His entire palm was covered with blood. It was only when Owen handed him a few tissues that he saved his image, which was already very little.

"Ahem! Did I hear you right? You mean this killer is your psychology professor? He taught you for four years plus three years, and you plan to study for who knows how many more years???"

Bruce nodded gently, and then as if he had just remembered, he stretched out a finger and said, "Oh, by the way, he is also one of the clowns in our universe."

Now it was Superman's turn to cough.

"One of them???" Superman repeated Bruce's words, staring at Bruce's face and asked, "How many clowns are there in your universe?"

"There have been about five or six." Bruce tapped his chin with his finger and calculated, "They are not full-time clowns, nor are they excellent comedians like Mr. Arthur. In addition to the psychology professor, there are also truck drivers, another world's richest man, and the ancestor of vampires."

Superman's super brain was buzzing.

"Wait a minute." He stretched out a hand, pulled back his cape, turned around and looked at Bruce and said, "Are you sure you didn't smoke before you came here? What the hell is the original vampire?"

"Is there no Cain in your world?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and said, "Because of some complete coincidences, he became the Joker, but it didn't last long, and he disappeared not long after."

"Wait!" Lord Superman had to fully use his super brain to understand this complicated relationship. He said, "Batman once said that he and the Joker are enemies, but if you are not Batman..."

"Who said I'm not Batman? "Bruce interrupted him and said, "I have the Batsuit, but I'm not wearing it. I came here when I was standing on the rooftop to perform Batman's mission."

"Standing on the rooftop to perform Batman's mission?"

Bruce sighed at this point, as if he was worried, "Yes, there were a lot of people taking pictures that day. I stood there for more than three hours, and people kept coming."

"I wanted to let someone else pretend to be me, or get a robot up there, but the fans were too sharp-eyed and could spot any wrong muscle texture, so I had to come."

The super brain of Lord Superman was a little insufficient.

He extended a hand to stop Bruce from continuing to speak and said, "You mean, in your universe, Batman is actually something like an idol star, and your daily job is to wear a bat costume for people to take pictures?"

"Well, not entirely." Bruce's words just made Lord Superman feel a little relieved, and then he immediately said, "Occasionally, I also post updates on my private website to interact with fans and promote bat peripherals."

"You also sell peripherals?!!"

Bruce nodded, reached into the front pocket of his sweater, took out a shiny small iron piece and threw it to Lord Superman and said, "The latest keychain, a sample just sent by the factory, and it hasn't been sold yet."

Lord Superman looked at the small iron piece like a "subway old man's mobile phone", holding it close and far away, and seemed to have completely forgotten to use his super vision.

"How much does this thing sell for?" Lord Superman asked with some disgust.

"This is a limited edition, only 2,000 are sold worldwide, each for $50."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

Three violent coughs overlapped, and the host Owen didn't even know who to pass the paper to for a moment.

Lord Superman now remembered his super vision, but he used his super vision to look left and right, and this thing was just an ordinary stainless steel bat-shaped iron sheet, neither made of gold nor a precious gem.

"This thing sells for $50?! Why don't you go grab it?!" Constantine raised his voice first.

"It comes with the qualification to buy tickets for the Sex Pistols music festival."

"Give me ten first!"

"Only crazy people would..." Arthur said.

"It comes with the qualification to buy tickets for your comedy show, and the ten-day music festival will have at least 20 million people."

"A rare treasure!"

Bruce spread his hands.

Lord Superman silently covered his eyes with his hands.

Well, things are worse than he thought, the crazy Batman seems to still have super intelligence, but he doesn't use it for the right purpose at all, in short, this bat is still a profiteer.