Chapter 2068: Knight

In the darkness, Superman exuded a metallic luster. His muscle lines were taut, like a statue made of steel, and in every strand of his bulging muscle lines, his current anger was written.

Batman wasn't wearing the Bat-suit, but the figure standing in the darkness of the corridor was like a ghost in the night sky, his eyes so deep and cold, and still carrying a trace of bloody murderous intent.

The guardians of the two cities stood in the narrow hotel corridor. The cold wind blowing from the opened corridor window whistled past. The moment the heat vision lit up, Batman was like a black lightning, with an attitude of fearlessness, shooting toward Superman in the shadows where the laser couldn't shine.

Superman's fist carried the power of thunder. The moment Batman got close, it appeared on his weakness. But Batman, who used the corner of the wall to cover his movement route, dodged Superman's attack lightly, truly like a bat, turning over in the air and landing.

Swish swish swish.

Three more Batarangs. Superman standing in place was as steady as a mountain, but his posture didn't want to be outdone.

Just as Batman approached again, he suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Batman's wrist at a speed difficult to capture with the naked eye, and threw him straight out.

The huge sound of the sonic boom woke up almost all the guests in the hotel, and that was just one of Superman's lunging movements. He flashed to Batman's side, and before he could react, he directly picked him up and threw him toward the other side of the hotel.

"Uh... cough cough..."

Batman lying on the ground gasped rapidly. His strong willpower allowed him to climb up with three broken ribs, a broken collarbone, and even a broken leg bone on one side.

"You are venting." Batman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a trembling hand.

"If I used my fists, that would be venting, and you would become a puddle of molecules." Superman said in a low voice.

"You hold unrealistic expectations for me."

"We all do." Superman's tone carried a trace of grief and indignation. He said: "When I first heard that someone was guarding justice in such an incomparably dark city like Cat Getan, I thought I had found a role model and benchmark."

"When I came to Cat Getan and didn't see orderly order, I also knew this wasn't your responsibility. As long as you did it, and even as long as you said it, that was good. The culprit for not changing is that group of criminals, not you."

"But what's going on now?" Superman raised his tone and said very angrily: "You didn't even protect your family well. You don't know how disappointed and angry I was when I saw that photo."

"If you want to train them to become Batman's assistants, then protect their secret identities as you protect your own. If you just treat them as children, don't let them participate in this pile of messy things."

Batman swayed and stood up, leaning against one side of the wall, looking up at Superman and saying: "Do you want to judge me?"

"I have no right to do so, but I have the right to investigate the whole truth and make it public, regardless of whether it is favorable to you or not."

"I am planning to do the most favorable thing for them, and you are stupidly blocking me."

"The most favorable thing now is to tell me the truth." Superman stepped forward again and said: "I saw you knock out someone in the utility room and extract his fingerprint information. I know you don't pay attention to procedural justice, but I want to ensure you won't do things that make you regret."

"My head is very clear..."

Bang!

When Bruce woke up, he discovered he was tied to a single sofa in some hotel guest 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, they had a small table between them. On the table was a video recorder, the kind commonly used by reporters.

The wounds on his body were very painful, but not painful enough. Batman discovered that this fracture wasn't as hard to endure as usual.

He guessed this might be some kind of ability of that mysterious parasitic creature in his body. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether this parasitic creature could help him get out of his current predicament.

Bruce looked at the pitch-black sky outside the window and the time indicated by the clock hanging on the wall. He knew that I'm afraid now the printing plants of all newspapers on the East Coast or even the United States were working overtime, and the vast majority of newspapers printed with those news had already been produced.

Just like a shell that had already been loaded, in at most two hours, the bombardment of public opinion would bloom everywhere, and he was now tied in the room, unable to go anywhere.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed long.

"I'm running out of time, Clark. Let me go."

"We have plenty of time." Clark pushed his glasses and said: "I only need to know the truth of this whole matter. Answer my question, Bruce Wei En, and there will be no injustice."

Bruce leaned his body slightly backward, letting his arms tied behind the chair not be too stiff. He sat silently in place. The hot blood of indignation was splashed with a basin of cold water, leaving only sudden coldness, like the mood when he cut open his own arm.

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

Clark stared at him with that serious gaze. This made Bruce feel a wonderful loss of focus for a moment. He felt he was repenting to the sun.

"Jason and I argued, ran away from home, and then was kidnapped by an extremely dangerous supervillain. He was tortured by him for a year, and I didn't find him."

"In the hallucinations brought to me by that supervillain, I saw Jason suffering from torture including but not limited to cuts, stabs, burns, and even skinning."

Clark was stunned.

Afterward, endless anger swallowed him. In the gaps of the raging fire of anger, he heard Bruce say: "One of the culprits is already dead, and the other is sitting in front of you. So now, answer me, Clark, are you here to judge me?"

Clark felt that his last shred of reason was also about to be burned away. But in the scene that flashed before his eyes, a certain one made his reason return slightly.

He stood, looking down at the drooping Bruce, and said in a low voice that he couldn't believe himself: "I went to find him first, Jason Todd, but I didn't see him hating you."

Clark remembered Jason's expression at this time. When mentioning the relationship between Jason and Batman, Jason revealed a complex expression. Clark couldn't say that was a positive emotion, but it wasn't that negative either.

In the case that Clark didn't know about this matter, he would think this was just some reasonable and normal resentment, but when he knew what kind of torture Jason had suffered, he would feel this was the emotion closest to love—forgiveness.

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

Then he sat back in the chair forcefully, pursed his lips and turned his head. The muscles on the side of his lips were twitching, and the muscles on his neck were also trembling slightly, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

"You are simply crazy, Batman. How exactly are you going to explain that you are always in control of the situation, but such a big loophole occurred, and then the victim happened to be your child."

"Not only that." Bruce lowered his eyelids and said: "I had a whole year to make up for it, but I didn't do it."

Clark's fingertips began to tremble.

Suddenly he thought of something, looked at Bruce with eyes that were crazy with anger, and said: "And then after you reunited with Jason, you punched him in the eye socket, injuring half of his face."

Bruce nodded silently.

A punch hit one side of Bruce's face with a "bang," making his teeth fall out two, and his cheekbone might also be fractured, but for Superman, the strength used to control his force might be greater than the punch itself.

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

"Do you also feel pain? Batman?" Clark asked.

"He certainly will."

Another hoarse voice appeared at the door. Clark looked up and saw Jason's figure at the door.

He knew Jason wouldn't be unconscious for long, but didn't expect him to find his way over so quickly. Clark stood up, looked at Jason, and said: "This isn't a place you should come to."

"Did I disturb your interrogation?"

"I wasn't interrogating."

"Then you were venting."

Clark pursed his lips and didn't speak. Jason stepped forward, and the moment he saw Batman's miserable state, he still felt surprised.

Half of Batman's hoodie was soaked with blood. From the traces of the soaking, it should be that the wound on his arm had burst open.

Ribs broken a few, undoubtedly, visceral concussion, liver might also be ruptured, mouth full of blood, face pale.

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

Clark sighed, frowned at him, and said: "Get out, Jason. I must talk to him. I want to terminate this..."

"I think we should be fair." Jason finally successfully interrupted Clark. He said: "Whether I suffered trauma because of Batman isn't something you can judge, because you are just a reporter, not a professional doctor."

"Even if you want to send Batman to court, there will be specialized doctors to do checks on us before the trial, including determining whether there are traces of illegal behaviors such as sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, mental manipulation, and oppression, etc."

"If you want to insist on procedural justice, then this appraisal step is indispensable. Think on the bright side, if I really have it, you can logically throw him out of the window."

Clark looked at Jason's firm expression silently, looked for a good while, at least half a minute.

He looked at Batman again, who was lowering his head and silent, seemingly having completely accepted the judgment, and finally said.

"I don't know if you are trying to maintain Batman through this means, but you are clear that I will absolutely not invite any doctor who can be moved by Wei En Group to do an appraisal for you."

"Then you should know that such a doctor almost doesn't exist in the world. Wei En Group can offer chips that make anyone's heart move."

Clark took two steps back and said: "It just so happens that I happen to know one. I will go pick him up now."

Jason revealed a cold sneer and said: "Suit yourself. I want to see how upright and professional he is."

A few minutes later, Jason saw Schiller appearing outside the room door like he had seen a ghost. ===== CHAPTER 2069 =====