American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 213 Batman's Thoughts!
"I absolutely love this place!"

As the evening breeze blew by, Gamora, arm in arm with Broly, walked along the beach party area, her arms outstretched, enjoying the salty scent of the sea breeze.

"It's really quite good. The arena that Kakarot set up is far superior to the one on Sakaar."

After seeing the entire layout, even Broly couldn't help but praise it, saying that there was so much food, as well as the sea and the scenery.

He had long heard that there were many cute little monsters on Earth, and he was preparing to go to the inner Earth to catch one to keep as a pet.

"It's really good."

After arriving on Earth, even Nebula's usually icy face softened with a smile, and she changed into a more fashionable outfit.

She liked the way Earthlings used blue, but she liked even more the meaning they gave to green. To get by in life, you have to have some green on you!
Broly's Green Mood!
As the three who had participated in the most tournaments, Carrot allowed them to be the first to land on the island to check if they had any other shortcomings.

"I really like things as they are now. I do logistical support, there's no bloodshed, no killing, plenty of food, sunshine and the sea, and most importantly, I have the people I love."

Gamora gazed lovingly at Broly, nestled in his arms, and stroked his cheek, her face radiating happiness.

She once told Bulma that it was definitely her loss that her husband didn't have a tail. This angered Bulma so much that she couldn't sleep for three days and even started a project team to study how to make Carrot grow a tail again!

Broly also happily grasped Gamora's hand: "Me too, Gamora, thank you. My past is all gone with the wind, only you remain, to be with me forever."

The two then shared a deep kiss, lingering in the sunlight for a long time.

This scene caused Xingyun a sudden pang of pain in her heart. Her hands trembled as she clutched her chest and gritted her teeth, saying, "You two are really going too far!"

Upon hearing this, Gamora promptly hugged Broly's neck and said provocatively, "Envious? Hurry up and call him brother-in-law!"

Upon hearing this, Nebula decisively turned around and walked away: "Get lost! I don't want to stay with either of you!"

In the final moments of peace before the war, everyone was enjoying this hard-won tranquility.
At Stark Tower, Tony was unusually not in the lab today, but enjoying some alone time with Pepper.

Romantic moments under the moon, sofa beds, bathrooms and balconies, kitchen wine racks.

Stark put his arm around Pepper's shoulder and looked out at the starry sky through the French windows from the bed.

Only when he was with Chili Pepper did his anxiety disappear as if it had sunk into the sea, and he relaxed like an innocent child.

"You're acting strange tonight, Tony?"

Pepper gently massaged Tony's weary arms, her tender voice melting like a glacier.

"Honey, let's not talk about this today, okay?"

Stark took her hand and kissed it gently. Ever since he met Carrot in the desert, or rather, ever since he was kidnapped, Tony Stark had never stopped to rest for a single day.

Today, he wanted to rest. He gave Little Chili a comforting smile, pulled her into his arms, and gazed at the reflection in the window, his eyes appearing hazy and empty.

A warning bell was constantly ringing in his heart, even though he always joked and laughed with everyone, saying he had no enemies.

But Tony knew very well that if the other party's goal was the entire Justice League, then they would definitely target key figures. Leaving aside the part targeting Carrot, Iron Man would definitely be the main target.

No one knew what kind of bloody storm this conference would turn into, or what terrifying dangers awaited them afterward. Everything seemed endless, continuing without end.

Since donning this armor, he doesn't know if he'll ever have the chance to stop and rest properly like this again.

"What are you looking at, Master Bruce?"

In Gotham City, beneath Wayne Manor, the Batcave is dimly lit yet dazzlingly bright. The night, with its swarms of bats dancing in the darkness, is Gotham's eternal nightmare.

For Bruce, it was another difficult night. Wanda and Quicksilver had taken Number 18 to Wayne Manor for the time being. Number 18 was in bad shape and was still sulking with him because of the surveillance camera.

She said she would install surveillance cameras, but she even used a clothing store, causing her to lose her greatest hobby.

At this moment, Batman sat silently beside the kryptonite box, conducting experiments without uttering a word, transforming the kryptonite inside into bullets.

For some reason, he felt very conflicted, especially when he saw the family photo on the table, Bruce actually stopped what he was doing.

He knew he wasn't a good friend, but having such complicated feelings made him perhaps unfit even to be a Dark Knight.

"Alfred, how many good people do you think are left in this world?"

Upon hearing this, Alfred walked to Bruce's side, placed a cup of tea in front of him, and instead of answering the question directly, said earnestly:
"I think if good and bad could determine the right to live, everyone would choose the good side, but in fact, maybe the bad people live better."

"I once heard a theory that the total amount of good and evil in the world is constant. Everyone is born with their own position, some are good and some are evil, but people are not by nature to submit to fate and are always fighting against each other."

"Fighting against one's own evil, and also fighting against the goodness of others."

"Therefore, the conclusion of this experimental study is that good and evil are not mutually exclusive, but rather intertwined and constantly changing."

Batman slowly removed his mask, revealing Bruce Wayne's young face. His voice was emotionless, but the father who knew him well understood the repression in his son's heart.
"The Joker once said that just one of the worst days is enough to drive a sane person insane."

"I once asked Carrot Al that question, and he told me that the true meaning of the Joker's words lies in the word 'maximum,' which is roughly equivalent to infinity plus."

"There is no worst day, only worse days. When you've experienced the worst day, you think tomorrow will be even worse. You can never see the end, and the only end is death and disappearance."

"Then everything you hold onto becomes meaningless, and your reason will force you to make changes to fight against this so-called nihilism. A bad day can drive reason crazy."

(End of this chapter)