Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Bruce Wayne stayed up all night.

He was sitting in his office, which was located on the top floor of Wayne Tower. The decoration was low-key yet luxurious, and Bruce didn't care about it. He rubbed his swollen temples and gave himself another shot of stimulant.

Before today, he had not slept for three days. As the president of Wayne Enterprises and the dual identity of Batman, it is easy to kill a mortal's time, not to mention his sense of responsibility. Sleep is a lot for him.

Time is a luxury.

He used his computer to reply to internal emails one after another, issuing orders one after another. Wayne Enterprises is half of Gotham - it may not be appropriate to say this, because Gotham actually depends on Wayne Enterprises for its survival.

In short, as long as this behemoth starts to move, then the entire Gotham will act according to the guidelines of Wayne Enterprises.

He has not forgotten that weird man, nor has he forgotten the things he did. Doubts and the idea of ​​stopping everything were swirling in his mind, but they never came to fruition. Another mysterious force prompted him to do what he didn't want to do.

Things, even if he had discovered that they were correct.

That power allowed him to hold a press conference while he was conscious, allowing him to issue orders one after another. Wayne Enterprises' technology is extremely advanced, and when used in construction, it doesn't even take a week to complete those projects across the city.

Orphanages and social welfare institutions. The next step is to provide jobs to the society.

His thoughts returned to work.

Those complicated official documents and the difficulties in their implementation made him a little irritated, but when he thought about the benefits of doing so, he calmed down. Before that, as Batman, he basically stayed out of these things.

Wayne Enterprises is a giant company that is growing wildly. Fortunately, his assistant and deputy of the company, Lucius, is a good man.

He was correcting official documents, and time passed quickly. The secretary outside the door knocked on the door from time to time, informing him that reporters or TV stations wanted to invite him for interviews, but Bruce refused them one by one because he was impatient. He was not in the mood now.

Put it on these things. In fact, the conscious part of his mind has realized that if this thing is completed, then Batman will not need to appear again at all.

In other words, he finally no longer has to disguise his identity as Bruce Wayne as a merciless diamond ace and golden bachelor. This is a good thing, because Bruce knows that he actually prefers nephrite to being pregnant.

alone.

When he was young, he often sat alone in a dark study room, facing his father's statue and mother's bust all night, staring at them.

At this moment, there was a gentle knocking sound on the glass behind him.

Bruce rotated the chair. He turned around and saw a familiar person floating in the air looking at him. The red cloak was fluttering wantonly in the air, and the face that was so handsome that it was even full of divinity was looking at him with a worried expression.

he.

He pressed the button on the table, causing the glass to open and let in the uninvited man.

"I noticed your press conference live on TV last night. In fact, everyone was talking about it."

"A lot of people?" Bruce Wayne asked calmly.

"Yes, at least even Diana called me. Can you believe she called from a public phone?" Talking about this, Superman showed a warm smile on his face. He seemed to be worried about it.

It's a bit funny that the heroine doesn't keep up with the times.

"Just tell me, Clark. What's the matter with you?"

When it came to business, the smile on Superman's face faded a little, but the smile remained: "You finally did it, Bruce. I'm happy for you, and I just came here to say... uh, that's it. I just wanted to ask

I asked you if there is anything you need my help with. After all, you and I both know that your group of 'fans' will definitely cause some trouble."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word fan.

Bruce remained expressionless, even when facing friends. He seemed to be very cold by nature: "No, no need. They are already dead."

Superman's face became serious, and he asked immediately: "You killed them? No, you won't do that..."

"It's not me, Clark. But I'm grateful to the guy who did it...hell, I can't believe I said that. But it is, and I'm grateful to him." The speaker turned into Batman.

, he sat on a chair with a melancholy expression, as if he was in darkness.

"He did something that I've always wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Huh... it really makes me feel more relaxed when I say it. Do you remember the Joker?" His abrupt question made Superman confused.

He nodded: "Remember."

"He said millions of things to me that tried to mess with my mind, but there was only one thing I completely agreed with."

"He said that I was a coward who dared not act, and he was right. I did not dare to kill anyone, and I was afraid that I would embark on the path of killing to stop killing... But, he completed this for me.

Something that should have been done long ago.”

The melancholy on his face turned into anger, and that kind of gnashing of teeth is impossible to see in Batman. He is always calm and rational, and no one will see his true thoughts no matter when or where he is.

It is only a father who speaks.

"After what he did to Jason... not a day goes by that I don't think about killing him. But I don't, Clark. He's right, I'm a coward. And he makes a mockery of me by living.

Now...he is finally dead." Bruce Wayne came back, showing an unprecedented relaxed smile, which made Superman feel a little uncomfortable.

He nodded: "Okay, although it's a little strange. But I think it's a good thing to see you so relaxed. Where is the gentleman who helped you? I want to see him."

"No, you'd better not see him." Bruce's refusal made Clark frown in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because he's dangerous, Clark. He exerted some kind of... influence on me, maybe a spell. I'm not completely conscious right now. I mean, I mean what I say and what I do.

It came from my heart. But I shouldn’t have said or done these things, he forced me to do them.”

This long series of words was difficult to pronounce and difficult to understand, and the logic contained in it was a bit confusing even for Superman. He hesitated and asked: "Uh... So, is he good or bad?"

"Why do you only have simple concepts of good and bad in your brain, which is smarter than all the people on earth? If a person can simply use this binary theory to identify... Oh, damn. I forgot that you are from Da

Yes. Okay, according to your theory, he is a good man." Bruce Wayne rolled his eyes, realizing that he could not talk too deeply about philosophy with this country boy.

It's the same even if he has a super brain. After all, he never uses it.