What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 111

## Chapter 111: Ms. Shiva’s World-Strongest Declaration

Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, the Kryptonian, walked along the ridge of the Kent farm.

The sun between 9:00 am and 10:00 am was the best time of day, neither too harsh nor too weak. It carried a gentle warmth that seemed to intoxicate, making even the Kryptonian’s cells groan with joy, eagerly absorbing the energy.

Bruce and Clark walked in silence.

They soon reached the edge of their own field. Clark finally spoke:

“Is it… really a choice between only two options?”

Bruce didn’t answer directly. He murmured softly:

“I am Clark Kent, I will fight for humanity…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but Clark understood his meaning.

“You can be anyone, Clark. But most importantly, you know who you will become. Your father was a great man,” Bruce told Clark:

“He bestowed upon you all the beautiful qualities of humanity. I have always believed that human identity comes from identification, not bloodlines.”

“Therefore, I sincerely hope you have no illusions about Zod.” Bruce lowered his eyes:

“Don’t go see Zod, and don’t try to persuade him. To Zod, the lives of all creatures on Earth are meaningless, mere insects. Including Martha Kent…”

“Mr. Wayne—I hope you won’t use Mom’s name to influence my judgment.”

“I apologize for that,” Bruce immediately replied, “but the truth is, your conflict is irreconcilable.”

“Going to Black Zero is just giving him a chance to kill you.”

Bruce tried his best to persuade him. Although he knew, based on his understanding of Superman, that this would ultimately be in vain – Superman had never been someone who blindly believed what others said. He was the greatest hero on this planet, and that title likely didn’t include “one of.” He had his own judgment. He just didn’t like using his super-brain:

If you can reach any villain at near supersonic speed, and then smash him into a pancake with one punch, and if someone hits you, you lose 1×10^-9999 trillionth of your health, and if you hit someone, they explode on the spot, you wouldn’t want to use your brain either.

But that didn’t mean Superman was stupid. Bruce knew that no matter how obedient Superman had seemed to him before, when it came to core decisions, Superman would never be fooled by anyone.

“Mom is worried sick. She didn’t sleep all night.” Clark changed the subject.

“She held onto me tightly and told me not to leave her.”

He squatted down and picked up a pebble from the ground. He weighed it in his hand, as if about to throw it, but finally curled his fingers and crushed it into dust.

“Last night, I flew around the globe,” Clark said. “I even flew around Black Zero and observed them for a while.”

The atmosphere became a bit stagnant.

“I didn’t find the world engine you mentioned, Mr. Wayne.”

He stood up and turned to face Bruce.

They faced each other, confronting each other in the field. Both stood in the light, the golden sunlight stretching their shadows long.

“My birth father’s projection confirmed the existence of the world engine. But he also confirmed that General Zod was locked in the Phantom Zone without anything, that Krypton was destroyed along with the planet, and General Zod shouldn’t have this kind of thing.”

“General Zod would never let…”

“How do you know?”

Bruce fell silent. This was the worst part of the whole thing. He was a time traveler; he could deduce the process from the results combined with the comics and movies he knew from his past life, but that meant that everything he said didn’t have a complete logical chain or evidence chain to support it.

Therefore, faced with Superman’s questioning, he could only answer: “I just know, because I’m Batman, and Batman knows everything.”

Superman didn’t say anything.

He turned and continued walking forward. Bruce followed him, walking shoulder to shoulder.

They crossed the ridge and the small hill, floated side by side over the dense woods, and gradually began to accelerate. After flying for a while, they landed on the concrete road outside another small town.

“So, where are we going now?” Bruce asked. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll know when we get there.” They walked along the path for about six minutes, and a church built on a small hill outside the town came into view.

“Are you seeking guidance from God when you are lost?”

Bruce asked.

Then he saw Clark’s face covered with a layer of bio-field veil.

When he looked at his face, Bruce could clearly see his handsome features, but once he looked away, the memory of the face in his mind became a mosaic, even Clark’s hair color became blurry.

Bruce sighed.

He snapped his fingers, and silver particles circled his face, transforming into the mask of the Broken Bat and those amber eyes.

Facing Clark’s gaze, Bruce said impatiently:

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to be so flashy, but I don’t have your bio-field.”

The two walked into the church together.

There was no one inside the church except a priest standing on the platform. Hearing the sound of someone coming in, he subconsciously said:

“What troubles you, what are you thinking about?”

Then he looked up and saw the Broken Bat, transformed by Bruce, hovering above Clark’s head like a dark cloud.

He swallowed, startled.

Clark, oblivious or unconcerned, sat down on a chair: “I don’t know where to start.”

He paused.

“The ship that appeared last night, I’m the one they were looking for.”

“And I’m the Batman from last night.”

Bruce floated like a ghost above the priest’s head: “I’m a human, and he’s a Kryptonian.”

You’re more like an alien. The priest looked at Bruce’s body, half of which seemed to be made of sand, and thought to himself, but of course he didn’t say such a thing out loud.

This wasn’t because he was high-EQ, but because his brain was blank, almost losing the ability to process language.

He managed to organize his words into a grammatically correct sentence and asked Clark:

“Do you know… why they’re looking for you?”

“To revive my home planet, that’s the current assumption,” Clark replied. “But this General Zod, even if I surrender, he might not keep his promise. Or rather, the so-called promise was just a lie from the beginning.”

“But… if I surrender, I can save Earth. Shouldn’t I do that?”

Seeing that the priest was speechless, Clark shook his head.

Bruce walked out of the church with him.

Clark took out his phone from his pocket, adjusted it, and played a video on it: “If he really doesn’t want to harm us, then he should return to his people and bear the consequences… If he refuses to go, maybe we should send him there. Lois Lane from the Daily Planet knows who he is. I think she’s…”

Bruce knew him. This was Woodburn. Lois had previously collaborated with him to publish news about Clark. Now, as expected, during a global crisis, he didn’t hesitate to sell out Lois.

Clark silently looked at the information on the phone screen.

Then he finally said:

“I can persuade General Zod. Even though there is a high probability that it is impossible, but… I still have to try. I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne. Zod and his people are my last kin.

No matter what, I have to try to find a way to solve everything peacefully.”

Bruce sighed again. He knew it would be like this.

“Alright.”

He said.

“I’m not stupid enough to walk into a trap,” Clark told Bruce. “I’ll bring the main control key of the Kryptonian ship. Black Zero itself was designed by my father. As long as I have the main control key, I should be able to seize some of the ship’s authority.”

“And this is part of my body.” Bruce dissolved the Broken Bat transformation and placed a small square piece of metal in Superman’s palm.

The metal immediately transformed into a seemingly unremarkable iron ring, encircling Superman’s middle finger.

“You just need to leave it on the Kryptonian ship. When the time is right, it will help us.”

Clark looked at him and nodded heavily: “Okay.”

Watching Clark’s flying figure disappear into the sky, Bruce immediately took out his phone and blinked. The phone automatically operated, sending a text message to Clayface: “Clark has gone to surrender to the army. Now you can kidnap Martha!”

Then he immediately switched to Alfred’s interface: “Hurry, Clark is finally gone. You use the Batplane to move all the Kryptonite weapons over. And don’t forget the Kryptonite reactor armor! How is our scientist (Lucius) upgrading it?”

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Metropolis.

Inside the hotel where Ms. Shiva and Jason were staying.

The five-star hotel offered a free breakfast buffet in the morning.

“Ms. Shiva… we’ve been in Metropolis for a while now, why haven’t you—”

Ms. Shiva tapped the table with her chopsticks. She was Asian, and she preferred chopsticks to knives and forks.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush. Watch TV first.”

She said.

The news on the television next to the hall was still looping the footage of Woodburn, the little reporter, loudly proclaiming that we shouldn’t protect Superman.

“That woman named Lois Lane, I remember her. She’s the only one who can get exclusive reports from Superman. But at this point, the FBI has gone to her house and captured the reporter alive, right?”

Jason said. “This world is getting more and more confusing. A few years ago, I was dealing with serial killers, psychopaths, and manic-depressives, and the world was still normal.”

“Then came the American Idol era where criminals had equal opportunities, and every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a makeup box dared to call themselves the next Joker.”

“I thought that era was already bad enough, crazy enough. Now aliens are coming out too.”

“Actually,” he used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of food and put it in his mouth. “The news content has been so absurd these past two days. I feel like I’m watching Rick and Morty.”

He took another bite, drank some beverage, and mumbled while chewing:

“Hmm… challenging Batman was already magical enough. Now we might have to challenge aliens…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the expression on Ms. Shiva’s face, and his expression collapsed as well.

“No way, you really want to challenge aliens?”

“What about Batman? Aren’t you going to challenge him?”

Then he was immediately questioned by Ms. Shiva.

“If you’re seeking thrills, why not go all the way?”

Jason choked.

He stretched his neck, swallowed the food with effort, and said: “But how inhuman that Superman is, you also saw.”

He felt a pang of exhaustion. Did anyone remember their original goal?

He was just here to fight Batman. And the battle was supposed to be in Gotham, but now they were living in a five-star hotel in Metropolis—how did things turn out like this?

“I know, he’s very strong.”

Ms. Shiva said.

“Fire can’t burn him. He can easily push over houses, lift huge steel beams weighing tens of tons.”

“If you know that, shouldn’t you understand that this is absolutely not something humans can fight against?”

Jason said: “Humans are completely incomparable to aliens.”

“You’re wrong. Humans and aliens only differ in strength. If this can be compensated… Do you think I don’t know what you’re secretly hiding? Little Jason?”

Jason understood what she meant. He didn’t try to hide it either.

“I haven’t prepared much venom,” he said. “Bane’s zombie henchmen, although they taught me the formula for making venom, but due to limitations in time, materials, and location, I haven’t made much.”

But before he finished his sentence, he heard Ms. Shiva say accurately: “You only made a van full, right?”

Jason was speechless.

Ms. Shiva put on a serious expression: “I’ve already found the van where you hid it. It’s too early for you to use these venoms now. I’ll keep them for you, and when you grow up a little more, I’ll let you use these venoms…”

“You want to use these venoms to strengthen yourself, increase your strength to the point where you can fight aliens, and then use martial arts to challenge them?”

Ms. Shiva pretended not to hear Jason’s question. “You can locate Batman’s plane, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Jason mumbled. “He’s still using the same satellite passwords from back then.”

Ms. Shiva said: “Then start locating him now. I need to know when Batman is going to fight the aliens.”

Jason saw her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a bloodthirsty smile as she bit into the roast in front of her.

Like a wild beast tearing at the flesh of its prey.

He finally remembered that Ms. Shiva was famous in her early years for killing other martial arts masters with her bare hands. Countless martial arts masters were proud to die at her hands.

“I want to go see too. Do aliens bleed? Can aliens be killed? It’s really exciting…”

Ms. Shiva’s eyes wandered.

But whether it’s Batman or aliens, I will definitely win.

Because I am Shiva.

The strongest individual on this planet—no exceptions!

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Four hours later.

General Zod and his men landed in front of the Kent house on the Kent farm.

As soon as General Zod stepped off the ship, he saw Martha Kent standing at the door, waiting for them, with a strange and unsettling smile, like a mud sculpture.

The town for miles around was quiet, silent, not even a dog barking.

(End of Chapter)

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