Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4413 - 3502: Research on Cats and Dogs (13)

Injustice Superman turned around, ready to give chase, but the Superman who appeared at the end of the alley obviously wasn't about to let him off. The two Supermen took off one after the other, following Bruce.

As for Bruce's ability to fly, it was clear that the two Supermen were far more accepting of the idea than Batman himself. It seemed as though, in their notion of Batman, he was always supposed to be someone who could fly; it was actually the non-flying version that seemed strange. Bruce flying was just him thoroughly "dropping the act."

However, during the pursuit, Injustice Superman discovered something: Bruce's flying skill was extremely advanced.

Flying has always been difficult for the human race. Even if one could manage to fly without relying on external forces, the human body's structure is inherently unsuited for high-speed flight — let alone weaving through obstacles, dodging left and right, or darting in and out mid-flight.

But Bruce's movements were incredibly agile. Several times, Injustice Superman was about to catch up to him, only for Bruce to evade with dexterous maneuvers. Injustice Superman didn't really want to ponder how Bruce had trained this particular flying technique.

While Bruce was leading the two Supermen in circles up above Metropolis, Lex had already escorted Injustice Batman to a secure room in the basement of the Luther Group headquarters.

The bodyguards pushed Injustice Batman into the room and restrained him in a safety chair. Lex sat down on the couch opposite, murmured a few words to the bodyguard beside him, then lowered his head to type on his phone before finally shifting his gaze to Injustice Batman.

"Alright, Bruce. I'm a busy man, so let's cut to the chase," Lex began. "I really want to know why Superman in your universe turned out like this."

"You want to know Superman's weakness?"

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"Just consider it that way." Lex didn't feel like explaining. "You don't need to beat about the bush with me. No one can rescue you now, and you won't be able to escape. This isn't some forbidden question; if you tell me, I might even be able to help you."

Injustice Batman moved his lips slightly, instinctively searching for bargaining chips. Just as he was about to say something, the door was knocked on.

Lex sighed, muttered a complaint under his breath, and then walked over to open the door.

First to come in was a pizza.

Of course, it wasn't as though the pizza "walked" in. Clark entered right after, handing the pizza to a nearby bodyguard and saying, "I knew you wouldn't bother coming upstairs to eat."

Lex glanced at the pizza box. On it was a vegetarian symbol, one of his relatively preferred options — mushroom pizza, though he didn't particularly like pizza in general.

"Didn't I tell you all in the group chat not to bring me anything?" Lex walked over and opened the box. The pizza inside was still steaming hot.

He picked up a slice but promptly placed it back down. Clark watched him with some confusion. Lex sighed again.

"What's wrong? Something wrong with the pizza?" Clark asked.

"Can you take a moment to observe the atmosphere right now?" Lex shot a glance at Injustice Batman, then said with some exasperation, "How am I supposed to negotiate with Batman while dealing with the strings of melted cheese on a pizza? Can you imagine how ridiculous that would look?"

"Uh... that's definitely my bad for not considering that," Clark admitted. "What do you want to eat, then? I can go grab something for you."

"Why are you so unusually attentive today?"

"Bruce wants to borrow your lab to build a phone."

"Take him and your pizza and get out."

"Don't be so harsh," Clark walked up closer and said, "I promise this time he absolutely won't break any of your equipment. I'll make sure to keep an eye on him."

"You said the exact same thing last time, and he broke three of my imported machines." Lex turned away, clearly expressing his refusal.

But in no time, he turned back again and asked, "He wants to build a phone? Why is he suddenly interested in making a phone again?"

"I don't know. He said he had a new idea." Clark followed Lex to the couch. As he sat down, he suddenly noticed the tied-up Batman sitting in the safety chair across from him.

Taken aback, Clark awkwardly stood up, but after a moment's thought, he sat back down, giving Batman a nod and a grin.

Injustice Batman was visibly unimpressed. You're not rescuing me? Fine. But what's so funny? Is this really amusing to you?

Though to be fair, the scene was objectively funny. Because now Lex had started eating pizza — unsuccessfully dealing with the strings of cheese — while Clark chilled his drink with his Frozen Breath.

"Before asking me how Superman in my universe ended up like that, don't you think you should first explain what's up with the two of you?" Injustice Batman couldn't hold back and asked.

"What's up with the two of us?" Clark asked while fiddling with his phone, which had a large Luther Group logo displayed on the screen.

"You're an alien," Injustice Batman said.

"That depends on how you define 'alien.'" Clark lifted his head and looked at him. "Do you think Black people are Americans?"

"Do you think I'm racist?"

"I know you're not, which is exactly why I'm asking." Clark glanced at the two bodyguards standing nearby, both of whom were Black.

"They weren't originally Americans." Clark continued, "During a particular period in history, they came to this land due to extraordinary circumstances. That's not their fault. They settled here, worked here, created better lives for themselves here. You can't say America doesn't include them."

"You're comparing yourself to Black people?" Injustice Batman frowned slightly and said, "But I must point out, your circumstances and theirs are fundamentally different."