Chapter 1948

Batman should have felt shocked, but he felt that Clark's tone had no aggressiveness, and didn't even contain any desire. That wasn't the tone a conqueror should have, and it wasn't even a savior.

"You want to ask why I invaded or saved them, but we are not doing that." Clark shook his head.

"We are them, we are all the sons of farmers, the sons of the land."

Batman was silent.

Superman is many people. He is a Kryptonian, the Superman of Metropolis, the Superman of the Justice League and Justice Lords, the partner of superheroes and more superheroes.

Regarding these topics, Batman had heard him talk about them countless times, including a spaceship that crashed in Smallville, his career as a reporter in Metropolis, the past of the Justice League, and the many things he said to all the superheroes around him.

But Batman had never known Clark Kent from the perspective of a farmer's son.

Such traces on him were too faint. He talked about politics, media, and journalism, talked about the trend of Metropolis, talked about the construction of the Justice League base, talked about his friendship with all of them, but he almost never talked about the land.

These topics might have been peeled off him during a certain growth period, so what Batman knew was a Metropolis person, not a Smallville youth.

But now he knew.

Had Lord Superman also had such a moment? Batman found he couldn't imagine such a scene. Lord Superman would even talk to him about a bird and a plane that flew past him, but they had never talked about the land.

They should have talked about these, because this was something Superman had practiced and was good at, but something Batman understood but hadn't personally experienced. Bruce Wayne hadn't personally farmed.

Of course, Batman could farm. He could basically grow anything in any environment. He had theoretical skills of this kind and had confidence in practicing them, but he indeed hadn't personally sown and harvested by driving a tractor, and he didn't have such time and energy.

But the topics between him and Lord Superman were all-encompassing, just not including this.

Why would this be?

At this time, Batman thought of another thing, which was about the future development direction of the Justice Lords.

Actually, this was the extremely important problem, and they hadn't reached a consensus on this problem.

Lord Superman urgently hoped that Batman would open a portal to other universes for him, and Batman believed that everything Lord Superman did, including bringing Bruce into their team, was to persuade Batman to do so.

But Batman didn't want to do so.

Batman wouldn't be as naive as Lord Superman, feeling that if there were no criminals in this world, everyone could live a good life. He actually knew very clearly that criminals weren't the roots but the fruits.

But it had to be admitted that these fruits would block everyone from repairing the roots of the tree, but now, no matter how fierce the fruits were, they were no match for a Superman who would use violent means.

They should have continued to prune the branches, clean the bark, repair the tree holes, until the roots recovered their health, let the big tree break through the clouds, and go see the real sun.

In Batman's view, Lord Superman's urgent move to leave was undoubtedly a betrayal. He only wanted to do superficial work that made him feel comfortable, and never wanted to face reality squarely.

And what could be done to make him face reality squarely?

In the process of Batman's thinking, Clark had already plowed a large piece of land. He landed in front of Batman and waved his hand in front of Batman's eyes.

Batman retreated half a step back, dodging his action. Clark looked at Batman and asked: "What are you thinking about? I called you a few times and you didn't hear."

"Nothing." Batman shook his head and walked forward, but Clark blocked him and said: "Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to farm? I'll come to help."

"Stop joking." Clark shook his head, pointed to a tree stump left by a cut-down tree next to him, and said: "You can go sit there for a while. No matter what you were thinking just now, you can continue to think. We'll go back after I finish cutting this small piece."

Batman's raised foot froze in mid-air. He looked at Clark in mid-air, and the expression on his face was, are you serious?

Clark naturally returned the color. He opened his palm and pointed back, meaning, look, is this something you can help with?

Batman finally felt what the strange feeling lingering in his heart was—why don't they rely on themselves?

Everyone here had a kind of wonderful kindness.

Batman felt his feeling was right. They were just very kind. Everyone's attitude was similar to: 'you can go do this, it's fine if you don't', or 'either you go do this, or you go do that, or just stay there, whatever you want'.

This was the place that made Batman feel most incongruous, because his daily routine in the Justice League was: 'I want to do this, I need you', 'I want to do this and you go do that', 'why do you want to do this', 'why do you want to do that', and 'what on earth are we going to do'.

From the moment Batman arrived here, all the questions Clark and Diana threw at him were 'what am I going to do', 'you can go or not', and 'now there are a few things to do, pick whichever you want to do'.

For example, at the beginning, Clark said he was going to find Diana, but Batman didn't want him to hold him and fly, so Clark still had to find Diana, but he said Batman could go with him or stay here.

Later, after Diana came back, they studied how to store the prey. Clark said he could freeze the prey, and also said he could make smoked meat and cured meat.

Diana said she was going to cook, Clark said he was going to farm, and then they walked away on their own, as if Batman could stand there for half an hour, waiting for them to finish everything.

The biggest difference here is that they have things to do and are going to do their own things. They don't mind Batman giving suggestions or following, but they don't care whether Batman does so. Anyway, no matter how Batman does it, they are going to do what they want to do.

And in the Justice League, everyone is waiting for Batman's opinion. Superman wants to do something, he will come to ask Batman first, and then wait for Batman's answer and action. Batman moves and then he moves, otherwise he will just stay there. Diana is almost the same, especially in group actions.

And if Batman lets them do something or opposes them doing something, their first reaction isn't to obey, but to ask why.

So Batman giving suggestions isn't enough; he also has to give explanations. If the explanation can't convince them, they still won't obey, or part of them will listen to Batman, and part of them will change it themselves.

Sometimes Batman feels he is like the turtle in the wishing pool. Everyone who comes to make a wish is very sincere, hoping he is omnipotent and has great magic power, but those who ask for wealth will still spend money indiscriminately when they go back, those who ask for career will still not work hard, and those who ask for love will still use cold violence.

You say he has no subjective initiative, he comes at least three times a day. You say he has subjective initiative, if he spent this energy of praying to gods and worshipping Buddhas on his own thinking and learning, his dreams would have come true long ago.

In just less than half an hour, no one among all the people he met made a wish to him. The questions asked were all selective, not exploratory, which actually made Batman a bit unaccustomed.

Batman was stunned for about half a minute when thinking about this problem. Clark had flown away and flown back. He waved at Batman and said: "Finished, let's go, go back to eat."

Batman looked up and saw that a large piece of forest in front of him had been cut down, and the ground had basically been turned over once. This work efficiency was simply moving.

Since that was the case, Batman had nothing to say. After all, he couldn't do better in this situation, so he followed Clark back to the camp.

Just before walking to the open space under the treehouse, Batman smelled a burst of mouth-watering meat fragrance.

Diana, who was stewing meat soup, saw the two and tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon she had just carved, saying: "I shouldn't have believed the nonsense of the two of them. I knew they wouldn't come back to eat on time. The look in their eyes before they left was saying, 'I'm going to fool you, and then play wildly regardless of the time'."

Clark shrugged and said: "Where's Brucy? Is it back?"

"They are the same." Diana said slightly angrily: "How could you think it really went to catch fish? I wouldn't be surprised if it walked back to your bedroom."

Clark laughed in a low voice, but Batman was a bit strange, so he asked: "Brucy?"

"A bat cat." Diana rolled her eyes slightly and said: "It said it was very good at catching fish, so it planned to go to the creek to try its luck, but it hasn't come back yet."

"Maybe we should go find it..."

As soon as Clark finished speaking, a strange noise came from the bushes behind him. Batman turned his head and saw a pitch-black cat head poking out from between the branches.

Although it was a cat, its ears were much sharper than ordinary cats, looking like the two sharp ears on the top of the bat suit.

Clark walked over and picked up the bat cat. The bat cat stepped smoothly on his arm and jumped to his shoulder, then crossed from his back to the other shoulder, squatted on the tree stump Clark brought over, and licked its paws, saying: "It seems you have already caught fish, but the bad news is that I walked a long way along the stream and didn't see the estuary."

Clark brought the bat cat to the side of the stove, and Batman had to walk over and sit down. Clark looked down into the pot and found that there were venison, berries, and the plant roots found earlier in the pot.

"I kept a part as seeds, and they were put over there. There are many berry bushes, so it doesn't matter if we eat some. Venison has too little fat, so I put some fish belly fat in it. It was carefully cleaned before being put in, and there won't be any fishy smell."

"I think we can wait for them for a while." Clark took the spoon from Diana's hand and stirred the soup in the pot. Not long after, the fragrance became stronger.

And Batman found that he could quietly watch the grease and berry fragments floating on the soup surface spinning, while thinking about nothing.

No one asked him, no one paid attention to him, as if he could just stay there quietly forever. It was healingly peaceful.

Suddenly, the round platform next to the treehouse flashed with light, and two figures returned to the camp. It was clearly the other two teammates Clark mentioned.

Batman was attracted by the light and looked up instinctively. The face he saw instantly broke his peaceful mood at this moment.

That was the murderer who killed the Flash of their universe, and also the arch-enemy of Superman and the Justice League, Lex Luthor.