The Joker's lighter is a very important item in Batman's memory, as they usually light the fuse of a bomb or a flammable object that can burn down an entire building.

Lord Superman can't say that Batman is completely unafraid of this, but it is more like a stress reaction that has precipitated into energy, and if it was the Batman he knew, the Joker's spine should have broken four times.

But now, Bruce sat down in the chair next to Arthur with his unlit cigarette in his mouth, leaning over with his head down, one hand protecting the fire and the other pressing against the armrest.

Arthur also bent down and put the ignited part of his nearly smoked cigarette onto Bruce's cigarette.

The next second the cigarette was lit, a red light flashed, and the cigarettes in the mouths of the two turned to ashes.

The two pairs of cross-eyed eyes looked at the black smoke coming out of front of them with some blankness.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce looked up and stared at Lord Superman in disbelief, looking at him as if he were an alien.

Lord Superman was also stunned by his natural attitude, shouldn't I ask you this?

"There's marijuana in this cigarette!"

"I know."

Lord Superman choked again.

For the first time in his life, Superman had a feeling that it was quite helpless to participate in this game alone.

Bruce spun back again, leaned back in his chair and said in a slightly brisk tone, "I'm just trying to refresh myself, are you from a 'non-state'?" ”

Lord Superman frowned deeply, and it could be said that if it weren't for the muscle block, those two resolute eyebrows would have been twisted.

Lord Superman is a person who attaches great importance to rules, if he is divided according to the camp of Europe and the United States, he belongs to the conservative faction, and on the 50th earth he rules, let alone drugs, even drugs that are not addictive are accurate to the gram weight rationing, and the phenomenon of drug abuse has been completely eliminated, and addicts have long been extinct.

But what's going on with this Batman? Why does he look so much like a teenager who skipped school at dusk on a weekday and howled in groups of ghosts with his hands in his pockets on the street, throwing unextinguished cigarette butts into the garbage heap before anyone could burn the garbage can?

Wait, did all Batman have both parents dead? Isn't this in front of you? Bruce Wayne, who didn't become Batman, is this virtue?

Looking at Bruce, who was talking and laughing with the clown next to him, a complicated emotion suddenly rose in the heart of Lord Superman.

Lord Superman has mixed feelings for their Earth's Batman.

The plot of the Earth where the lord Superman is located is relatively simple, Luthor kills the Flash, and as a result, he successfully runs for president, and Superman is furious and kills Luther.

What may be a little beyond common sense is that the Batman of this universe, commonly known as the Gray Bat, actually supports the approach of Lord Superman, and his original words probably mean "someone has to do it".

Later, Superman found this neat method to work, so he formed a team of righteous lords to rule the world in a violent way, killing all criminals and severely punishing all crimes that went beyond the rules.

Until this stage, the Grey Bat had supported Lord Superman, but it was probably recently that Lord Superman felt something different before he participated in the game.

Lord Superman wants to spread justice farther, and he wants Batman to open a portal for him so that they can punish more of the universe's evils.

Batman didn't refuse, but Lord Superman could feel the change in his attitude, and he didn't seem willing to do it anymore.

The psychology of the lord Superman is actually very easy to understand, if it weren't for your support, I wouldn't have come to this point, but we have come to this point together, do you still want to stand on the moral high ground to condemn my atrocities?

Of course, Batman hasn't made any substantial betrayal yet, but Lord Superman already knows that he will sooner or later, because this is Batman.

He has the strength and the determination to break everything, but he can't always break his last cage, the one called Batman.

To Lord Superman, the batsuit was like a cruel torture instrument made of wattles, constantly torturing Batman's heart, telling him not to sit idly by and watch the atrocities continue, urging him to betray.

So Lord Superman would of course wonder if you would have come with me if there had been one more ticket - if you hadn't put on this outfit back then, would we have a more perfect ruling structure and a better future for humanity now?

At this moment, Lord Superman saw a younger Batman, and Lord Superman did not feel the deep seriousness and deep pain of Batman in him, which of course aroused his interest.

But now it doesn't look as serious as it gets.

Which would you choose, a righteous gentleman who adheres to his principles a little too much because of his painful past, and who will be tortured by his conscience, or a crazy teenager who has never been beaten by society and dares to do anything?

Lord Superman is just a little violent, not without intelligence.

The betrayal Batman is just a violent means against him, and the crazy Batman must not give the universe a point?

Lord Superman also has a characteristic, that is, he is actually also in pursuit of justice, but it is a little overkill, and the methods are more violent, but if it is placed in the earth of DC, it is not very out of line.

Like other supermen, he can't tolerate criminal behavior, and it is impossible for him to sit back and watch the universe be destroyed, but let this crazy Batman continue to develop, can there still be a good universe?

What's even more terrifying is that if this Batman is addicted to drugs, then really no one can imagine what a high-spirited Batman can do, the Joker is also sane crazy, and the addict is really crazy.

Lord Superman suddenly couldn't sit still, he looked straight at Bruce and said, "Take your hand back, or I'll cut it off, I mean you two!" ”

At this time, Bruce stretched out his hand and asked Konstantin for cigarettes, Konstantin really planned to give it to him, and when this pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes was handed over, they ushered in the murderous gaze of the lord Superman.

Bruce glanced back at him, stopping as if he was tentative, until he saw the red light in the eyes of Lord Superman, he reluctantly withdrew his hand and coughed lightly twice, as if trying to turn the page by bringing the topic back on track.

"Let me introduce to you that the Dr. Schiller you just saw on the screen is my psychology professor Schiller Rodriguez, who is also a world-renowned master of psychology."

"I am very fortunate to have spent a fulfilling university time under his supervision, and I have also been fortunate to have his guidance during my graduate studies, and I am planning to apply for his doctoral status to continue my more in-depth academic research."

As soon as these words came out, the other three were all stunned.

Konstantin coughed heavily, this time he might have really coughed up a few pieces of his lungs, blood all over his palm, or Owen handed him a few tissues, he saved his image from what he didn't have left.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! Did I hear me right? You're saying this killer is your psychology professor? He taught you four years plus three years, and you plan to read for another unknown number of years??? ”

Bruce nodded slightly, then as if he had just remembered, he held out a finger and said, "Oh, by the way, he's still one of the clowns in our universe." ”

Now it's the turn of Lord Superman to cough.

"'One' ???" Lord Superman repeated Bruce's words, staring at Bruce's face and asking, "How many clowns are there in your universe?" ”

"There have been probably five or six." Bruce tapped his finger on his chin and calculated, "None of them are full-time clowns, nor are they good comedians like Mr. Arthur, in addition to psychology professors, there are truck drivers, the richest man in another world, vampire ancestors or something." ”

Lord Superman's super brain is buzzing.

"Wait a minute." He reached out a hand, pulled his cloak back, and really turned to look at Bruce and said, "Are you sure you didn't take a puff before you came here?" What the hell is a vampire ancestor? ”

"Isn't there Cain in your world?" Bruce raised an eyebrow and said, "Because of some complete coincidence, he became a clown, but it didn't last long, and it didn't take long for him to disappear." ”

"Wait!" Lord Superman had to fully call on his superbrain to make sense of the complex relationship, saying, "Batman once said that he and the Joker are rivals, but if you're not Batman......"

"Who says I'm not Batman?" Bruce interrupted him and said, "I have bat gear, but I didn't wear it, and I came here while I was on a mission with Batman standing on the roof of the building." ”

"Standing on the roof of a building on Batman's mission?"

Speaking of this, Bruce sighed, as if he was very sad, and said: "Yes, there were a lot of people taking pictures that day, I stood for more than three hours, and people came over one after another." ”

"I also wanted someone else to impersonate or get a robot to go up, but the eyes of those fans were too sharp, and a trace of muscle texture could be found wrong, so I had to come."

Lord Superman's super brain is a bit insufficient.

He held out another hand to stop Bruce from continuing and said, "You mean to say that in your universe, Batman is actually something similar to an idol star, and your daily job is to wear a batsuit for people to take pictures?" ”

"Well, not exactly." Bruce's words just reassured Lord Superman a little, and then he said: "Occasionally, I also post news on private websites to interact with fans, and promote the bat surroundings or something." ”

"You still sell peripheral ?!!"

Bruce nodded, reached into the pocket in front of his sweatshirt, took out a shiny little piece of iron and threw it to Lord Superman, and said, "The latest keychain, a sample just sent by the factory, hasn't had time to sell yet." ”

Lord Superman looked at the little piece of iron like a "subway old man's phone", taking it closer and farther away, and seemed to have completely forgotten to use his super vision.

"How much does this thing sell for?" Lord Superman asked with some disgust.

"It's a limited edition, and it's only sold for 2,000 pieces worldwide, $50 each."

"cough cough !!"

Three violent coughs overlapped, and the host, Owen, didn't even know who to hand the paper to for a moment.

Lord Superman remembered his super vision now, but he used the super vision he activated with all his strength to look left and right, and this thing was just a very ordinary small iron piece in the shape of a bat made of stainless steel, which was neither made of gold nor a precious gem.

"This thing sells for $50?! Why don't you grab it?! Konstantin was the first to raise his voice.

"Complimentary pistol band festival ticket grabbing."

"Bring me ten first!"

"Only the crazy ......," Arthur began.

"Comes with your comedy show ticket entitlement, and the 10-day festival will have at least 20 million people."

"Heirlooms!"

Bruce spread his hands.

Lord Superman silently covered his eyes with his hands.

Well, things are worse than he thought, the crazy Batman still seems to have super intelligence, but it is completely useless in the right way, in short, the bat is still a profiteer.