Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 345

He looked at Lex, who was sitting opposite him, with his jaw clenched, every expression expressing anxiety and anger, but every small movement trying to cover up these two emotions.Luther, some joy finally emerged in Bruce's gloomy heart for a long time.

It was an emotion that shouldn't exist, and he knew it very well in his heart, just as he knew very well that everything that happened in Metropolis was undoubtedly written by Luthor.

Perhaps Luthor also got involved in New York affairs.

The problem is that neither he nor Stark can find any details that can be displayed in court as valid evidence that Luthor designed or at least participated in these two major events.

And filing a lawsuit when the evidence is unclear?Luthor's legal team can guarantee that he will get away with it, and can also accuse the prosecutor of defaming his reputation by slandering him.

Even if they have overwhelming evidence in their hands, the final result of this matter will become nothing——

Because wealth, power and power may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of superheroes, but they can solve most of the problems in the world, even immunity from crime.

Even "cooperating with aliens who invaded the earth" and "creating monsters to run rampant in the bustling international city" are no exception.

After all, while facing astronomical bills, people can also see the huge benefits.

The death of Superman.

Bruce won't say if he watched those few minutes of footage over and over again in the depths of the Batcave, like driving a nail into the heart with his own hands, then taking it out, and sticking it again in a different place, until it was completely damaged. Kong; nor how many times he had inspected the remains of Superman and tried, with faint hopes, all possible resuscitative procedures without Diana knowing—or pretending not to know.

Batman is never allowed to reveal his emotions, Batman is a machine to punish criminals, Batman doesn't need to be praised and loved, or even talked about.

"...we have a very serious philosophy gap, and I guess it's not something that's hard to see," Bruce said.

Superman is so honest and open with himself, full of compassion and love for anyone, even criminals.He loves people and loves to be loved.He admires Xie Bumin with overzealous admiration, yet no doubt relishes admiration.

Superman has always been quite disapproving of Batman's use of violence to control violence, the cruelty and anti-humanity that Batman showed when interrogating criminals, and Batman's attitude of treating blood, death and pain as normal.

But he doesn't say much, so most of the time Batman pretends not to know about it.

"We had a few fights about it," he said.

It is almost unnecessary to think about it too carefully, what Karl said can come to his ears, together with his usual expression, the kind that is a little bit tired and rash, but always relaxed by others elements of the masked smile.

"Arguing is a necessary means of communication." Lex said lightly.

He shifted his gaze as if inadvertently, and beside the heavy curtains that were bundled up, Superman was seriously putting his finger on the glass window, writing something out of good intentions.

"Don't look at me, love." He didn't look back, "You know we've never quarreled—it's a bit strange to say, it seems that you and I have known each other for many years before we actually met, even long ago The phase of character integration—I find it normal to anything you do."

"That's not really what I wanted to say. I mean," Bruce mused, "he's always so sweet and caring, and whatever opinion he has, he doesn't seem to have any hope after he brings it up, anything you'd Take his advice, or hope that you will make a change."

Lex returned his gaze to Bruce.

"Anything you said about him before, I've never seen it, but I can imagine it."

His subtext is undoubtedly obvious: only this is beyond his imagination.

"Only this sentence you don't need to imagine." Someone said in his ear.

His voice was soft and soft, and the warm air from his mouth itched Lex's ears.

It took all his life to keep Lex from shaking violently.

"When you sin for me, every time—I will speak to you with this tone and look at you with this look." Superman murmured, "I hate you where you can't see, because you make me Nausea; but every time I see you, I bow to you for my petty desires. I can't help myself."

I don't know when Superman has leaned against him.

He put one hand on the back of Lex's chair, pressed the other lightly on the tabletop, and curled those pale and beautiful fingers like marble, almost comparable to a silent sigh.

"My greatest strength is also my greatest weakness: I always love too much and too much," he whispered. "I always ask myself when I can't see you: Why do I love you? You What's there to love? You don't even know who I am, even though you know every social identity I put on the outside."

"But you don't know me. Love. You don't know who I am, and you don't know how I feel when I look at you."

No.

It doesn't work for me, Lex thought, I've never been the emotional one, you're the emotional one.It was a delusion that tortured me emotionally.

Not to mention you're just a fantasy.

"Oh, you're right to think so," Superman said with a smile. "I never blame you. Between us, you're always the one who blames and blames."

"And now you have no one to hate, hostility, blame and shirk responsibility, love, that's why you made me."

"...It's so sympathetic..." Superman looked at him with sad eyes, "Without me, do you lose the direction of your life? Do you feel that your life has lost all meaning in an instant?"

Lex felt his chest squeezed by an unknown force.

The base of his throat was sinking.

He realized that he was facing a suffocation completely out of his own power, no one was aware of what he was going through, and he could neither save himself nor let others save him.

"Unbelievable, right? He's one of those guys who never gives up hope, but at times, he's more pessimistic than all of us put together."

Bruce stared at the pale Lex, allowing a pleasant smile to appear on his face.

"So sometimes I have to wonder about it, what is it that makes him so pessimistic about it? So pessimistic that it doesn't even look like him. I have to wonder if there's someone who has already broken his heart because he Tasted the worst on another human being."

"...I'm assuming you're accusing me." Lex squeezed the words through his teeth.

"I don't," Bruce said quietly. "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't. I don't think I have that power."

And the one with real power...

Lex finally couldn't control himself.

He twitched slightly, and if he hadn't been paying attention, one might have mistaken him for a shudder.

"What, my friend, is it too cold in the room?" Bruce said affectionately, he could have sworn he'd never been this kind even to Carl, "I have to say sorry, it's the weather in Gotham, It’s not necessarily cold, but the humid air is like a live worm, it can almost burrow into your bones. People who are new to Gotham City are always a little uncomfortable with it.”

He raised one arm gracefully, and Alfred appeared in front of them with a silver tray, and put hot black tea and snacks in front of them.

"I've invited the best chef in Gotham City, he specializes in British cuisine. I hope you don't mind waiting a little longer." He smiled slightly, "You are a rare guest, Lex. I promise not Boring you."

Lex wants to launch missiles at Wayne Manor immediately.

Enough is enough, he has been suppressed and humiliated more than he imagined in this place, and the most embarrassing thing for him is that these blows seem to have nothing to do with "Batman", and everything comes from Superman.

superman.superman.superman.

Even in death, there is always a sense of presence in any place.

At the beginning, Superman just flew over his head, but now that Superman appeared in anyone's mouth, it was as if people all over the world had suddenly been infected with a brain virus, repeating the same stupid catchphrase endlessly.

Those mantras blew through his heart like a gust of wind, but left no trace.

There was a hole in his heart.

"Don't do it, love, don't do it," said Superman. "You killed me, and it's fine. Stay arrogant and ecstatic, stay where you are. Don't think about it. Don't regret it. Don't even be sad."

He has no regrets.He is not sad.As for thinking, he's thinking all the time so it doesn't help much.

This has nothing to do with feelings, at least not yet.

He's watched Superman for too long and too long, and is so used to hating and hurting Superman that when Superman leaves, he doesn't know what to do with himself; Ego, and now that Superman is dead, he collapses with him.

He just... felt more frustrated and empty than ever.

"Don't let this story become a complete tragedy." He whispered in Lex's ear, "Come on, my old friend is watching you, give him a smile and tell him you're fine."

But as if that wasn't enough, Bruce smiled and spoke again.

"It's kind of stupid to say, but I actually went to see his favorite Tom and Jerry, the whole anime tells a silly story about a cat named Tom trying to catch and kill Kill a mouse named Jerry."

"We usually think that cats are cute and mice are hateful, but this cartoon reverses the images of cats and mice. In the animation, Jerry the mouse is cute and lively, and Tom the cat is silly and funny. Jerry Rat often cleverly exploits loopholes in Tom's machinations against Tom, and wins big."

The corner of Lex's eyebrows twitched, not understanding why the other party would tell such a story.

"This animation has changed too many owners, there are many versions, the style of painting is different, and the characters are also different, but the relationship between Tom and Jerry has never changed."

"They chased and rowed and hunted each other, and they occasionally collaborated briefly in between fights, but the alliances they formed always came to naught at the last moment."

Lex vaguely understood what Bruce was talking about.

"But the strange thing is that there are many episodes in the animation that have made extraordinary interpretations of the relationship between Tom and Jerry."

"For example, in a certain episode, one of them dies - of course it is fake, we all know that there is no real death in animation - and the other one stays in the world, after the initial joy After that, a sense of strangeness really took hold of him."

"When his greatest enemy in life dies, he's pretty... bored."

"Hey." Superman instructed Lex earnestly, "Don't let him see the joke. Although he may not be as happy as he looks, he has been wearing a pretty good disguise."

Lex didn't smile at Bruce.

He sat stiff in his chair, feeling like a corpse, or worse.

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BGM of this chapter:

"Love The Way You Lie"

To listen to the original version sung by Skylar Grey.

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Paste the approximate lyrics:

On the first page of four stories

at the beginning of our story

The futureseemedsobright

the future looks so good

Then this thing turned out so evil

Slowly everything starts to get so evil

I don't know why I'm still surprised

don't know why i'm still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

Angel also has her evil plots

Andyoutakethattonewextremes

but you make the most of it

Butyou'll always be my hero

But you will always be my hero

Even though you've velosted your mind

even if you've lost your mind

Justgonna stand there and watchmeburn

Please stop here and watch me burn like this

Well that's alright because Ilikethewayithurts

But it's okay I like the way it hurts me

Just gonna stand there and hear ecry

Please stop here and listen to me cry

Well that's alright because I love the way you lie

But it's okay I love the way you lie

Now there's grave in our voices

This moment is accompanied by our hoarse voice

Glasses shattered from the fight

glass shatters in this war

In this tug of war you always win

you never lose in a war

Even when I'm right

even if the truth is in my hands

Cosyoufeedmefablesfromyourhead

Because you nourish me with your ethereal language

With violent words and empty threats

With violent words and vague threats

Andit's sick that all these battles are what keeps mesatisfied

But despite the pointlessness of these wars, I'm very satisfied

Somaybe I'mamasochist

maybe i'm a masochist

Itry to run but I don't wanna ever leave

I tried to run but I never wanted to leave forever

Tilthewallsaregoingup

until we both lose

Insmoke with all our memories

Our memories will fade away