Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"What a pity, it seems your mother's name isn't Martha!"

Jupiter shook his head and said nothing more.

"boom!"

After Jupiter finished speaking, he flew into the sky with a whooshing sound.

"Hmm~"

As Jupiter departed, Turgene shrugged, then lightly stomped the ground, destroying the entire People's Park before taking to the sky.

And so the world fell silent once more...

the next day……

New news began appearing in major news outlets: Lex Luthor, a lowly villain, was overestimating himself and challenging a god among men!

Although the editors of these newspapers knew in their hearts that Lex Luthor was the true hero of humanity, it didn't matter...

Because only the victors can write the history books!

Lex Luthor is a thing of the past. No matter how inspiring his previous speeches were, they couldn't change the fact that this world now belongs to Jupiter.

"..."

No one in the world condemns the newspaper for this, because they all know that the newspaper was forced into this situation...

Those who escaped Jupiter, especially Bruce Wayne, understand best just how incomprehensible Jupiter's power truly is.

"what do I do?!"

Bruce Wayne rubbed his temples as he stood in front of the mirror, asking helplessly.

"Perhaps you could... threaten Jupiter with his family."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

"I really want to know if Jupiter's brother is also immune to Kryptonite, and whether his human parents also have bodies made of copper and iron?"

In the mirror in front of Bruce Wayne, there seemed to be a madman with green hair, dressed in a suit, laughing and offering advice to Bruce Wayne.

"Shut up! I'm not you. I couldn't do something so cruel, you heartless madman!"

Bruce Wayne roared angrily and smashed the mirror in front of him to pieces with a punch.

"What do you mean I'm not you? I am you!"

"We are one, my dear Dark Knight~"

"Admit it! You can't live without me in this world..."

In each of the mirror shards, a man with green hair and wearing a suit appeared, laughing loudly at Bruce Wayne.

"shut up……"

Bruce Wayne's strong willpower prevented him from being swayed by the madman before him, and he remained true to himself.

"Shut up? Bruce Wayne, you seem to have forgotten the meaning of our existence in this world~"

"The reason I died, that lightning kid, and the little fisherman in the sea all died was because of your cowardice!"

"We are your sins! It was your arrogance that led to our deaths!"

"Bruce Wayne, have you forgotten your promise to us?!"

The green-haired man's words kept echoing in Bruce Wayne's mind, causing the young master to roar in pain and scratch his scalp repeatedly. This was because the green-haired man had spoken to the core of Bruce Wayne's heart. He still remembered the look in Barry Allen's eyes before he died.

"Bruce Wayne! Accept me!"

"As long as we're together, Batman will never lose!"

The green-haired man continued to manipulate Bruce Wayne during his moment of anguish.

"Enough! Enough! I will not give in..."

After Bruce Wayne finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the public restroom.

Shortly after Bruce Wayne left, a deathly pale face appeared from the door of the toilet stall that had been directly opposite him. It was a middle-aged man who had just come in to use the toilet. After hearing the commotion, he peeked through the crack in the stall door and witnessed an incredibly horrifying scene…

He saw a freak with green hair, a deathly pale face, and red lipstick, muttering to himself incessantly in front of a mirror…

The most terrifying thing is that the freak who looks exactly like Joker actually calls himself Bruce Wayne, and even says to himself that as long as he and Bruce Wayne team up, they will be the Batman who will never lose?!

"What did I just see?!"

The middle-aged man felt a wave of fear. After wiping his bottom clean, he cautiously peered through the crack in the door to make sure the freak was gone.

After confirming that the person was gone, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and flushed the toilet. Just as he was about to open the stall door and leave, a shadow shining through the crack under the stall door startled him. It was clearly a person's shadow, and someone was standing outside his stall.

"Gudong~"

The middle-aged man swallowed hard as he looked at the shadow in front of him, then continued to peer through the crack in the door.

But to the man's surprise, when he looked outside, there was nothing there anymore...

This gave the middle-aged man a chill; he dared to step back and look down...

Sure enough, the shadow was still there, and what terrified the middle-aged man even more was that a pair of leather shoes slipped through the crack in the door.

"sh*t!"

The middle-aged man cursed under his breath and peered through the crack in the door again, but there was still nothing there, not even the leather shoes.

The middle-aged man was instantly startled and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly looked down and saw the toe of the Guoan shoe clearly visible...

Am I seeing a ghost?

The middle-aged man was utterly terrified by what he saw before him.

The main problem was that everything before him exceeded his common sense and his view of the world.

"call……"

Cold sweat poured down the middle-aged man's forehead. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the sweltering summer felt strangely cold, as if autumn had arrived, instead of the usual restlessness.

After thinking for a few minutes, the middle-aged man still didn't have the courage to push open the door and go out, so he turned on his phone.

Start dialing...

He called his parents, wife, children, boss, everyone, but no one answered.

"What on earth happened?!"

The middle-aged man looked panicked. He tried to ask for help online. He posted that he was trapped in the toilet and sent text messages to all his family members. Time passed by, and more than an hour later, the shoes were still there, but there was still no one outside the door.

As for the middle-aged man who waited for a reply, there was none...

"..."

Left with no other choice, the middle-aged man mustered his courage, bent down, and tried to peek through the crack in the door.

When the middle-aged man lay on the ground looking outside, he saw a pair of clean leather shoes and the trouser legs above them. The person outside was dressed in designer clothes!

This calmed the middle-aged man down a bit. He figured that ghosts wouldn't come out dressed in the latest designer luxury items to scare people!

Thinking this, the middle-aged man gently patted the man's arm and said, "Hey! Brother, you're blocking my door!"

"Oh?! Really? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'll move aside right now..."

As soon as the middle-aged man asked his question, the person outside immediately answered him and then stepped aside.

Immediately, the toe of the middle-aged man's leather shoe disappeared from under the toilet door...

"Whoo~"

After watching the shoe disappear, the middle-aged man slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then pushed open the door and said thank you, "Thank you~"

You're welcome~

Outside the door, a tall, eccentric man with short, green-dyed hair, a face painted like a clown, and bright red lips smiled slightly at the middle-aged man.

“f…”

The middle-aged man thought of closing his bathroom door the moment he saw the man's face, but the weirdo stopped him!

The other man grabbed the middle-aged man by the neck and laughed, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! It's wrong to eavesdrop on other people's secrets~ Buddy, you have to forget what you just saw~ I heard that as long as someone takes out their brain, they can forget everything they heard before~ Don't worry! After I take your brain out, I'll install a better one for you!"

"Go to hell, you lunatic!"

The middle-aged man cursed angrily as he fought back with all his might...

then……

the next day……

When the police arrived at the restroom after receiving the emergency call, they were stunned by what they saw.

There lay a pale-faced, desiccated corpse in a toilet stall, its neck crooked, its face painted with bizarre makeup, and a chilling smile on its face.

"This is a murder!"

"The perpetrator left no trace here; they could be a professional killer!"

The sheriff's assistant came to a conclusion after vomiting several times.

Murder?! A professional killer?!

"Who would hire a professional hitman to kill an office worker?"

"And what assassin would spend time putting makeup on a corpse?!"

Upon hearing this, the sheriff roared at his assistant.

"Forehead……"

The assistant was also stunned after hearing what the sheriff said.

"Sir, we haven't found the deceased's cell phone. It's possible that the prisoner took it! We're about to call the deceased's cell phone to see if we can get through."

Just as the sheriff was wondering what was going on, the people investigating inside the house came up with new results.

"No cell phone, which means this dead idiot might have filmed something shady..."

The sheriff frowned as he reasoned, but he still felt that something was amiss.

"Sir, we found a pile of white substance in the toilet. After forensic examination, it was determined to be the deceased's brains..."