Chapter 2103 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 taut muscle line shows his anger at the moment.

Batman is not wearing a bat suit, but his 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 hint of bloody murderous intent.

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

Superman's fist carries the power of thunder, and the moment Batman gets close to him, it has already 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 over 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 catch, 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 fist, 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 such 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 well-organized 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 tone 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 do it as Protect theirs as you would 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 you 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, and he was also 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 up 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 his angry blood was poured with a basin of cold water, only a sudden chill remained, just like the feeling when he cut his arm.

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

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

"Jason quarreled with me, ran away from home, and was kidnapped by an extremely dangerous super criminal. He was tortured by him for a year, and I didn't find him."

"In the hallucination brought to me by the super criminal, I saw Jason suffered torture including but not limited to cutting, stabbing, burning, and even skinning."

Clark was stunned.

Then endless anger engulfed him. In the interval of burning anger, he heard Bruce say: "One of the culprits is dead, and the other is sitting in front of you. So now, answer me, Clark, are you here to judge me?"

Clark felt that the last bit of his sanity was about to be burned, but a certain picture flashed before his eyes and made his sanity return a little.

He stood condescendingly and looked down at Bruce, who was bowing his head. He said in a voice so low that he couldn't believe it, "I went to him first, Jason Todd, but I didn't see that he hated you."

At this time, Clark remembered Jason's expression. When he mentioned the relationship between Jason and Batman, Jason showed a complicated expression. Clark couldn't say that it was a positive emotion, but it wasn't so negative either.

If Clark didn't know about this, he would think that it was just some reasonable and normal grievances, but when he knew what kind of torture Jason had suffered, he would think that this was the closest emotion to love - forgiveness.

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

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

"You're crazy, Batman. How do you explain that you were always in control, but there was such a big mistake, and the victim happened to be your child."

"More than that." Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "I had a whole year to make amends, but I didn't do it."

Clark's fingertips began to tremble.

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

Bruce nodded silently.

A bang hit Bruce's face on one side, causing him to lose two teeth and his cheekbone may have been fractured, but for Superman, the force used to control his strength may be greater than that of punching.

Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood to the side, raised his head with effort and coughed a few times to catch his breath.

"Does it hurt you too, Batman?" Clark asked.

"Of course he would."

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

He knew Jason would not be unconscious for long, but he did not expect him to come so quickly. Clark stood up, looked at Jason and said, "This is not the place for you."

"Did I interrupt your interrogation?"

"I am not interrogating."

"Then you are just venting your anger."

Clark pursed his lips and said nothing. Jason walked forward and was still surprised when he saw Batman's miserable state.

Half of Batman's sweater was soaked with blood. Judging from the traces of penetration, it should be the wound on his arm that broke open.

Several ribs were broken. There was no doubt that his internal organs were shaken and his liver might have ruptured. His mouth was full of blood and his face was pale.

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

Clark sighed, frowned and said to him, "Go out, Jason, I have to talk to him, I want to put an end to this..."

"I think we should be fair." Jason finally succeeded in interrupting Clark. He said, "Whether I was traumatized by Batman is not for you to judge, because you are just a reporter, not a professional doctor."

"Even if you want to bring Batman to court, there will be a special doctor to examine us before the trial, including determining whether there are signs of sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, mental manipulation and oppression and other illegal acts."

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

Clark looked at Jason's firm 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 means, but you know that I will never ask any doctor who can be impressed by the Wayne Group to do an appraisal for you."

"Then you should know that there are almost no such doctors in the world. Wayne Group can offer chips that will make anyone excited."

Clark took two steps back and said, "Coincidentally, I happen to know one. I'll pick him up now."

Jason sneered and said, "It's up to you. I want to see how honest and professional he is."

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