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Bruce Wayne stayed up all night.

He's sitting in his office, on the top floor of the Wayne Building. The decor is understated yet luxurious, and Bruce doesn't care. He rubbed his swollen temples and gave himself another stimulant.

Before today, he had not slept for three days. As the president of Wayne Enterprises and Batman's double identity, it is easy to kill a mortal's time, not to mention his sense of responsibility is still at work, sleep is often an extravagant hope for him.

He used the computer to reply to the internal emails one by one, issuing one command after another. Wayne Enterprises as Gotham's Half the Sky - that might not be the right word, since Gotham actually lives on Wayne Enterprises. In short, as long as this behemoth starts to move, then the whole of Gotham will act according to the policy of Wayne Enterprises.

He hadn't forgotten the weird man or the things he'd done. Doubts and the idea of ​​stopping it all swirled around in his head, but never landed. Another mysterious force pushes him to do things he doesn't want to do, even if he's found out that it's true.

That power allowed him to hold a press conference in a sane state, and let him issue orders. Wayne Enterprises' technology is so advanced that it doesn't even take a week to complete those orphanages and social welfare facilities across the city. The next step is to provide jobs to society.

His mind returned to work.

Those complicated official documents and the difficulties of implementation made him a little irritable, but when he thought of the benefits of doing so, he calmed down again. Before that, as Batman, he basically didn't get involved in these things. Wayne Enterprises is a wildly growing giant, and luckily his assistant is also the company's deputy, and Lucius is a good guy.

He was correcting the official document, and the time passed quickly. The secretary outside the door came knocking on the door from time to time to inform him that there were reporters or the TV station wanted to invite him for an interview, but the impatient Bruce rejected them one by one. In fact, the part of his waking sanity has realized that if this is done, then Batman doesn't need to appear again at all.

That is to say, he finally no longer has to disguise the identity of Bruce Wayne as a merciful diamond king and a golden bachelor. That's a good thing, because Bruce knows that he actually prefers to be alone rather than nephrite.

As a young man, he would often sit alone in a dark study in front of the statue of his father and the bust of his mother, staring at them all night.

At this moment, there was a light tap on the glass behind him.

Bruce spun the chair, he turned around, and saw a familiar person floating in the air looking at him, the red cloak fluttering in the air, and the handsome, even divine face was watching with a worried expression. he.

He pressed the button on the table top and let the glass open, letting the uninvited person in.

"I noticed your press conference live on TV last night, and in fact, everyone was talking about it."

"A lot of people?" Bruce Wayne asked flatly.

"Yes, at least even Diana called me. Can you believe she called from a public phone?" Talking about this, a warm smile appeared on Superman's face. He seems to be amused by the female hero's inability to keep up with the times.

"Go ahead, Clark. What's the matter with you?"

When it comes to business, the smile on Superman's face fades a bit, but it remains: "You finally did it, Bruce. I'm so happy for you, came here just to say... uh, yes. I just wanted to ask Ask if you need any help from me. After all, you and I both know that your 'fans' are bound to cause some trouble."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "fan".

Bruce remained expressionless, even in relation to friends, and seemed to be naturally cold: "No, no need. They're dead."

Superman's face became serious, and he asked for the first time: "You killed them? No, you won't do that..."

"It's not me, Clark. But I'm grateful to the guy who did it... heck, I can't believe I said that. But it's true, and I'm grateful to him." The speaker became Batman , he sat in a chair, his expression somber, as if he were in the dark.

"He did something I've always wanted to do, but didn't dare to do. Huh... It's a lot easier to say. Do you remember The Joker?" Nodding: "Remember."

"He's said a million things to me trying to mess with my mind, and there's only one thing I really agree with."

"He said I was a coward who didn't dare to act, and he was right. I really didn't dare to kill, I was afraid that I would go down the road of killing and killing... But, he did this for me. Something that should have been done long ago.”

The melancholy on his face turned to anger, the kind of gnashing of teeth impossible to see in Batman. He is always calm and sensible, and no one will see his true thoughts at any time or anywhere.

It was only a father who spoke.

"I don't have a day that I don't want to kill Jason after what he did to . . . but I didn't, Clark. He's right, I'm a coward. And he's living a mockery of me. Good thing Now...he's finally dead." Bruce Wayne came back with a smile he'd never seen before, making Superman feel a little uncomfortable.

He nodded: "Well, it's a bit strange. But it's a good thing to see you so relaxed~www.novelmt.com~ I think. Where is the gentleman who helped you? I want to see him."

"No, you'd better not see him." Bruce's refusal made Clark frown suspiciously.

"why?"

"Because he's dangerous, Clark. He's got some kind of...influence on me, maybe a spell. I'm not fully awake right now. I mean, I'm telling the truth, and acting as well. Out of my heart. But I shouldn't have said and done this, he forced me to do it."

This long list of tongue-in-cheek and incomprehensible words contained logic that even Superman didn't turn around for a while, he asked hesitantly, "Uh... So, is he good or bad?"

"How come your brains, smarter than all earthlings, only have simple notions of good and bad? If one can simply use this binary theory to identify... oh, damn. I forgot that you were born All right. Okay, he's a good guy, according to your theory." Bruce Wayne rolled his eyes, realizing he couldn't talk too deeply philosophically with the country boy.

Even if he has a super brain, after all, he never uses it.