What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Chapter 147 Superman should die before dawn! (page 12)

Can you imagine? One morning. It hasn't been that long.

You wake up and the sun has risen.

You hear birds singing from all seven continents, and your lover is beside you, curled up in your arms.

You turned sideways, looked at the beauty in your arms, and looked into her eyes so quietly. Watching her beautiful eyelashes tremble slightly in the golden light of the morning, tenderly touching the whole world.

Then, finally——

The world is beautiful.

You put on your clothes. Not in a hurry, not in a hurry.

Not in a phone booth or changing in a closet when a bomb falls, not in a circle where you happen to save her, but calm, casual, calm.

You listen to her talk about the latest scoop he screwed up and smell the vanilla in your morning coffee.

Then, you take to the sky.

Your first stop, the court hearing. You appear as a witness, not as a judge or jury. You swear to God that everything is true and nothing is hidden. You believe that judicial efforts will yield results in the end, and justice is always worth protecting and looking forward to.

You tell them that the man sitting in the dock has never touched the true soul of the city. You tell them that this city means hope to so many people—and that despite all the bad guy’s efforts, he hasn’t been able to live up to that hope.

Luther watched silently the whole time.

After that, you investigate, observe, and use your unique vision to see from here to there, detecting those wonderful evil deeds that easily challenge the power of ordinary people, searching for all the chaos that always calls you and needs you.

You look and look and look...and then you yawn.

After a while, you feel a little bored. You get up and go to work.

You're typing, and you love your job as a reporter.

You write about blackmail, collusion, corruption and fraud. Behind you, Lewis and Perry argue over the definition of categories and spelling.

Perry was ranting and yelling about his decades of experience, but Louis... oh my god, it was only a matter of time before Louis shut him up.

So you looked at her doting smile and went back to work.

You refined your opening statement, concisely, slightly poetically, and read it silently in your dad’s voice.

This is what you want.

How does dad read it?

Yeah, yeah like that. How great that you just have time to do these wonderful things.

You're going to have lunch with old friends.

Make jokes, laugh out loud, reminisce about the past, and ask about their worries and concerns, as well as their families and children.

Although you have never met Tim, you often hear news about him from Batman's mouth.

Tim went to school, Tim had a girlfriend, Tim joined the football team, and on the field and with the cheers of the crowd, he used the skills used to fight murderers and madmen to defeat a man with freckles on his nose. A strong young man in the senior class.

Batman says this is exactly what a kid his age should experience.

You laughed again.

Batman tells you he's really retiring this time. You know he has been through so much and he deserves a happy second half of his life. You sincerely wish him well.

He entrusted Gotham to you, and you agreed.

You make plans for the next time you see each other again, and you know that you will definitely see each other again.

In the afternoon, you went to the park and the children called to you.

"Superman!"

"Superman! Superman!"

"look at me!"

That night, you asked her out and she agreed.

You put your lover in a spacesuit and you sit on the moon together and watch the earth rise.

The aquamarine planet is so magnificent and romantic under the moonlight. You and her lean together, your fingers intertwined, and you will feel warm even in the cold space.

Later, when you get home, you hear kittens whining around you.

You concentrate, expand your hearing, and search for another crisis.

Alien invasion, hidden carnage, crazy robots... that sort of thing. There are always more serious ones.

But all you hear is the kitten.

So you took it down from the tree and put it in its owner's arms.

You see the cat licking the old woman's cheek and the old woman holding her cat.

You stood behind her with your hands on your hips and a smile.

Everything is peaceful and beautiful.

boom! ! ! !

The earth is shaking.

This is Luther's safe house on the outskirts of Metropolis.

The huge green wave of telekinesis slammed Superman to the ground.

"Impossible! Batman told me he would take Louis to safety..."

Superman was lying on the ground. He showed no resistance and used his clairvoyance eyes to scan the body of "Louis" over and over again.

Blake was suspended in mid-air, his figure as majestic as a god.

There was a trace of green on his face, he turned his head, and through his skin, three less obvious dark pink light spots appeared on his forehead, and then disappeared.

When he raised his head, the green color on his face disappeared.

"That's all you have? Oh, come on, I just punched you with my telekinesis. You didn't work hard, Clark - do you need more motivation to fight like a man?"

The ground around Superman suddenly sank, and then it could no longer hold up and exploded, sending rubble flying.

"How about a telepathic review of the last hour of your wife's life? Micromanaging? Tearing narrow slits?"

"Or do you like to hear him curse you for intruding into his life? What was he talking about? Dirty alien? Oh, she is really good at cursing people, in all senses, even then Her mouth is full of blood, you have to strain your ears to hear what she says-"

"Ahhh-"

The punch from the enraged Kryptonian sent Black flying, and Black responded with a telekinetic shockwave.

The earth-shattering battle between the two superhuman beings tore the earth apart like tofu. The earth was lifted and broken, and trees and rocks were picked up, thrown, and smashed like weapons.

And finally——

"Stop talking!"

Superman broke through the obstacles and knocked Blake's head back with just one punch. Even his powerful telepathy and telekinesis could not stop this unparalleled power.

"That's it!"

Superman's hands were shaking. But Blake didn't die because of this exaggeration.

Superman grabbed Black by the throat, and they fell to the ground like meteors.

This originally suburban plain has turned into a small basin.

Blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the green color on his face became more and more obvious.

"Nice shot, small town boy, to my chin. Of course, still very similar to the way your girlfriend hit me. For your sake go ahead because I'm thinking of making this an annual event. You You know Batman can't protect your mom forever, right? What's that saying? Without 'A Thousand Days Against Thieves', he will fail, and then Perry, Jimmy..."