Chapter 510: Nightmare

Near the child welfare center, a pale man sat on a park bench, looking at the pond in front of him with a relaxed expression, his expression like that of an old man enjoying his old age, and his wrinkled white suit had not been washed for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Jack."

He turned his head slightly, and saw Bruce Wayne, dressed in a crisp suit, walking towards him, waving at him.

Yes, he knows it now. The man he met during his amnesia and became a confidant was none other than Gotham's Bruce Wayne. At this time, Jack still hasn't been able to regain his memory, and he is confused here, but Bruce has regained his position as president of the group, shaved off his full beard, and regained his handsome and straight appearance.

"Hey," Jack greeted in a feeble voice, "Mr. Wayne." ā€

"There's no need to be out of sight, Jack." Bruce said, "We're friends, remember?" ā€

"It used to be." Jack smiled wryly, "Now...... The situation is different. Lo and behold, we were two down-and-out people who cherished each other, amnesiacs, both wearing sloppy clothes, sitting side by side on this bench all day long. And now, you're in a crisp suit, and you don't bother to grab this chair with me...... Do you understand what I mean? ā€

"Understood." Bruce said lightly, his gaze also cast into the distance.

"You said you had an accident here too, which caused you to lose your memory." Jack suddenly asked, "Well...... Do you remember what that was? ā€

Bruce was silent for a long time and said, "No, I don't remember. ā€

"Really? I'm sorry, but I'm counting on you to help me remember a little. Jack looked up, "Past me...... What kind of life do you have? ā€

"It doesn't matter, Jack." Bruce patted him lightly on the shoulder, "I'm here today to tell you this. This chair ...... What it means to us is still the place where the past life ended. And now, I feel like you should leave those behind and start over. You should try to have a new life, instead of always dwelling on how you used to be. ā€

Jack was stunned: "How?" ā€

"It's you who decides this." "But I can help you." If you want to start a business, I can fund your start-up fund; If you want to get an education, I can also guarantee to help you get the best education possible; Or if you want an ordinary job and live like this, I'm sure there will be vacancies in Wayne Corporation......"

Jack was surprised.

"Why...... Want to help me get to this point? ā€

"As you say, we're similar, aren't we?" "I found myself, but a part of my heart wished I hadn't...... In short, I want you to have a new life and enjoy it, not waste it. You saved me, this is the only thing I can repay you, I hope you don't shirk. ā€

Jack's eyes flickered for a moment, looking into the distance.

The two were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Bruce asked, "How's it going?" Decide no? ā€

"I ......," said Jack hesitantly, "I want to ...... I want to travel. ā€

"Tourism?"

"Yes." Jack looked at the sky with a yearning look, "I want to leave this city, leave Gotham...... Gotham is beautiful, but she is also like a demon and always makes me feel uneasy...... It was as if I belonged to this place, to this horrible crazy place. I know it's strange to say, you probably won't get ......."

"No, I understand." Bruce said, "Got it. If that's your decision, the money will be credited to your account within a day. That's it...... Good luck, Jack. ā€

"You too, Wayne...... Bruce. ā€

After leaving the park and walking some distance, a hoarse voice came from the darkness behind Bruce: "Is it him?" ā€

Bruce didn't look back: "Hmm. ā€

The Winged Knight appeared behind him unconsciously: "Then you know what you should do...... He's too dangerous. Have you ever wondered if one day, that monster ...... What would it be like for the Joker, awakened from the depths of his consciousness? ā€

"No, the clown is dead." Bruce said lightly, "I died with Batman, and all that was left there was a soul redeemed by God." ā€

"It's not your style." Roy Road.

"Everybody deserves a second chance, even him." Bruce said, "The clown is over, the man who stayed on that bench...... It's my friend. ā€

Metropolis, late at night.

The round doctor tried his best to bring out all his physical energy and run down the alley, looking like a ball of flesh rolling from a distance.

In terror, he rushed to an iron door on the side of the alley, and reached out to pull the doorknob, but two blazing rays fell from the sky, burning the doorknob crimson and molten into molten iron and flowing down the door.

"What are you running away from? Doctor? Floating down from mid-air, the hot, boot-sling, "S" mark on her chest smirked, "We all know what the consequences of doing this are." ā€

"Nope! I...... I'm not a whistleblower! The doctor shouted in panic.

"Good." Supergirl smirked, "That means you're the only one left to solve." ā€

At this moment, green rays shot down obliquely from the sky, and with a "whoosh" grazed over Supergirl's arm. She screamed "ah", and her body trembled in pain.

The Doctor turned and fled. Supergirl turns her head and sees two men in black with kryptonite sniper rifles hidden on the roof.

She smiled contemptuously, "Do you think this kind of thing can stop me?" Wait a minute......"

It flashed up like a whirlwind, and the man in black was easily leveled by her after a while.

The Doctor took advantage of this to escape into what appeared to be an abandoned factory, and certainly not her clairvoyance. The super girl's figure flashed, and she appeared in the factory in a second.

"Don't hide, Doctor." She shouted, "My eyes can ...... for a moment."

Before she could finish speaking, the door in front of her suddenly opened, and a strangely shaped machine rushed towards her with a chainsaw at full speed, the core glowing with the green light unique to kryptonite.

Supergirl was taken aback and was unexpectedly pushed into a corner by this thing. She gritted her teeth, and against the discomfort caused by kryptonite, she threw her arms on either side of the machine with all her might, smashing it into a ball of scrap metal.

In the end, the killing trick didn't work, and the doctor was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth trembling: "Please...... Please don't ......"

Supergirl regained her evil smile again, and her eyes lit up red.

"Good night, Doctor."

"Ahh

Kara screamed and sat up from the bed, gasping violently, her eyes still showing signs of red from her hot eyesight.

It's a dream......

She propped her forehead, and when she looked up, she saw two holes in the ceiling that had been pierced by the heat eye, and light smoke was still rising from the holes. (To be continued.) )