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

At seven o'clock in the evening, Carl arrived at Wayne Manor.

The scene was huge: his travels were very covert, but after the private plane flew away from Tony's home, the media in New York City were mobilized. They easily figured out where Carl's destination was, and then contacted Gotham urgently City branch, the Gotham City branch immediately sent cars and people... When the plane landed at Wayne Manor, the front and back doors of the entire manor were basically blocked by reporters.

"Carl!" Dick rushed over with bright eyes, "You're back!"

Carl gave him a firm hug.

"I hear you've got a son," said Dick impatiently. "When can I see him?"

"Wait a while, I'll ask him if he wants to meet new friends, but don't expect too much, Connor is a little..." Carl pondered for a while, "Little miscontrol. Playing at close range may make you Injuried."

"But if you don't mind, I can let you see him," Carl added, seeing Bruce approaching, "Brucey! I'll let Connor stay at your house in a while, and you can feed him , tell him a story, and pet him, like petting a cute kitten. You should have mastered the correct posture for petting a kitten, right?"

Bruce said, "Your son is not a kitten."

"There is no difference between a child and a small animal." Carl thought for a while, "But Xiaokang is more obedient than a cat."

He and Bruce entered the room chatting and laughing. Dick followed the two of them and asked questions like "How old is Connor" and "What does Connor like to play" from time to time. superior.

But yes, Dick doesn't have many friends, especially the kind of friends who can chat with each other about Robin's life.

When Karl and Tony play together, Tony's incongruity makes the whole process very relaxed and... how should I put it, full of pleasure of disregarding morality and irresponsibility, of course, not too disregarding morality and responsibility, just really A little too much.

Playing with Bruce is more like being with a brother who is a bit strict but doting on you as long as you don't go out of your way.

Bruce took Carl to visit the various trophies he displayed in the Batcave, such as huge dinosaurs, huge double-sided coins, etc., as well as some drugs and stimulant drugs he had looted from underground forces. At Carl's strong request , he also showed Carl his jewelry cabinet.

"What do you keep these things for?" Carl's tone was full of artificial shock, "Look at these shiny diamonds, do you keep them to wear yourself?"

He imagined Bruce's body covered with diamonds, and he couldn't help laughing.

Bruce took a look at him - he knew exactly what was going on in his head, but the kind that was full of tolerance and forbearance:

"Don't be so childish."

Carl laughed.

Then they talked about death, Carl starting it, and he knew Bruce wanted to ask.

"There's no need to say it now." Bruce smiled at Carl.

He's so gentle when he relaxes into a smile, you can't imagine Batman ten years from now with such an unmistakably relaxed smile on his face, just like you can't imagine Batman today spending the night with Robin When patrolling, he will pick up Robin's cold jokes.

He'd even say things like, "I don't want to know how you got back, Carl, and whatever happened, I just want to be grateful for the miracle."

He will change.Gotham is like a painful mud, he is deep in it, and he will eventually become the cold, cruel, perverted Batman.He will eventually doubt everything, and list countless plans to kill you in the encrypted file. He will regard all his companions as potential dangerous elements, and his current warmth will become a sharp sword in the future.He will break your heart.

"I want to tell you," Carl said. "If you don't want to hear it now, I'll tell you later."

He will change.But people change.No matter what his future may become, he is not lying now.

And Karl never gave up any hope.

"If you want to know anything, just ask me," he whispered. "I'm tired of guessing, even though I'm doing a good job—"

"Okay," Bruce said, "I'll ask you when I need you."

He seemed to understand Carl's sudden lowness, but Cal knew he didn't really understand why he was down.He felt a little sad about it, but he had to admit that he was also relieved by this indifference.

"So," Carl asked again, smiling again, "you're really not going to tell my honorable lady?"

"it's complicated."

"It's certainly not more complicated than mine."

"I'm not good at saying that."

"I guess so," Carl complained. "You and Tony are very different. You flirt very well. There are a lot of problems when you really talk about love."

He was quiet for a while, then asked Bruce, "By the way, is there anything new about Dale?"

"She still visits Steve's grave every year and carries his photo with her." Bruce said lightly, "The race with a long lifespan is either fickle or long-lasting, and she is the latter."

"Hmm." Carl responded.

He sees the new news emerging from his glasses, and James effusively praises his "genius marketing" and gently asks when he plans to show up with Luthor.

"The box office of the movie has exploded, and the Blu-ray is expected to sell well in the future. I think it's time to stop." He said, "We can't over-consume the fame of Superman and Luthor, he left For two years, we can't be too arrogant, do you understand?"

Carl didn't reply.

"I saw you opened your email!" James quickly sent a new email, "Is it true that you guys broke up? What happened? Well, I know you don't take the media seriously, they have a carnival After a while, the heat will naturally drop, and if you really have a problem—forget it, I won’t ask, and it’s none of my business.”

Just by looking at his speech, you can feel his entanglement.

As Carl sat at the table, he asked Alfred softly, "Can you join us at the table?"

Alfred said politely: "I don't think it fits the status of a butler, Mr. Al—"

"You know, I just experienced a huge tragedy." Carl interrupted him softly but unquestionably, "Whether as a friend or as a guest, I think I should enjoy some special treatment."

Alfred paused.

"Yes, Mr. Al," he said, "of course you can."

The four of them had dinner together.

Before going to bed at night, James sent another email.

"Stark is not a good partner, and by the way, neither is Wayne. It is not a good habit to attack friends all the time, and it is easy to mess up years of friendship. But after you went to Wayne's house, about you and Lu There are fewer news about Se's broken relationship. Everyone generally thinks that you are just visiting friends. I really don't know why I have to worry so much, obviously you are not worried... By the way, Wanda has been transferred to the headquarters of the Ayer Group , I guess you know that, I'm just saying."

Carl smiled and replied, "Thank you for your hard work these years, James."

"I get enough in return," James snapped back, "and you're a great boss. Really, in Hollywood you're the most understanding and well-spoken boss I've ever known. You've got a lot, and you're totally worth it possessions."

This is really a high-level compliment, Karl was a little surprised, it was the first time he used Karl.Al's identity is complimented like this... the compliments from his friends for helping him maintain his persona in public don't count.

Not to mention Lex's distraught flattery.

He thought about how he wanted to reply, but in the end regretfully shelved it.

A person's energy is limited, and he really doesn't have more energy to maintain Karl.The friendship Al gained.

This occasionally makes him feel lost and depressed.

But all the hard work is worth it.

When he returned to this world, the lives of his friends were so peaceful and beautiful, Tony was sad, he was not immersed in pain, Pep was his most solid arm; Bruce was sad, but he retained his sanity, Dick It must have been a great consolation, a father was always stronger than a young man; and Diana, Carl was not worried about Sister Dale from the first place.

Her ego is balanced and stable enough, she was born a warrior, and she's made peace with her scarred self.

Where is Lex?

As Carl expected, he took on the responsibilities that Superman once carried after Superman left.His methods are more ruthless, his steps are more calm, and his way is so human - he works completely under the existing rules, and he has no noble idealism, which makes him rooted in everyone's heart, even if Superman is not there. Sometimes he was mixed, so everyone knew he was a cunning politician.

People know he is a statesman, he can be trusted, and he will eventually live up to that trust.

All things are good, not the best, of course, but infinitely better than the worst.

Carl looked at the night sky for a while, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

He seemed to have some very romantic dreams, in which there were things he never got: real parents, carefree adolescence, pure love and ordinary best friends.

Meaningless, upside-down, and trivial details filled the entire dream.

After waking up, Karl found that the window was open, the gauze curtain was blowing in the wind, and the drizzle fell into the room along the wind, like a bird soaked by rain.

He sat on the bed, dazed for a long time, and slowly changed into the clothes that Afu had prepared for him—it fit as expected, and the style was like a gentleman from the last century.

Bruce was still asleep.He went out on night patrol last night and didn't take Dick with him, because Dick didn't get No. 1 in the last math test. To maintain his brilliant grades in the best high school in Gotham City, he still needs to work hard. Dick feels wronged was driven to sleep by Bruce.

Dick went to school.

Alfred is in the Batcave, apparently cleaning the collection for Bruce.

The breakfast on the table is still warm...how did Afu do it?Estimated time for him to wake up?This trick is absolutely perfect.

Carl didn't have much of an appetite, but he finished the steak anyway.

Someone came in and stopped not far away.

Carl turned around.

Lex stared at him calmly.

He looked the same as before, and Carl was grateful that he didn't see a Lex who had lost weight.Luthor, "he looks thinner" is not Lex's style, it will give Carl indigestion...but now he also feels indigestion, as if there are butterflies in his stomach.

Gotham lacks sunlight during the day, and Lex is standing not far away. Perhaps it is the combination of the two that creates an intensified illusion, which makes Carl feel the pain that the sun has already set.

Pain, pain everywhere, pain only at night.

The hatred surged, so pure that even Karl himself was surprised.

After going through so much and working hard for so long, he kept forcing himself not to think about "if Lex really wanted to kill me" day after day, forcing himself to forgive Lex who might have committed a crime but hadn't done it yet. mistake made.He doesn't monitor, doesn't get to the bottom of it, and gives tolerance and freedom to the maximum extent. In this relationship, he never worries about gains and losses. He endures a lot of torture but never inflicts it on anyone except himself. He thinks that if Lex doesn't step on him Bottom line, if Lex has been doing it for Carl for so long.Al never crosses the line, so maybe, maybe...

Lex looked at him with such deep eyes that the light cast a heavy shadow on half of his face.

He doesn't look like a bad guy.

He looks like a wise man.

"Hi," he said, looking at Carl with a sigh. "You have lovely eyes."

The author has something to say: Lex: youreyeshurt.

There is a movie stalk here, but how to translate this sentence into Chinese without damaging the original meaning is too difficult...Give up.