My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Kara's adoptive father was killed by thugs, and her adoptive mother died of grief and illness. It just happened without warning, even though we don't want to see such a tragedy."

In Diana's room, she tells Eric the story of Supergirl.

"After Superman died, Omega began to deal with the remaining superheroes one by one. Not only did he master the anti-life equation, he also seemed to have mastered the more advanced variant of Compound 5, which gave him more power."

"Shazam was covered by Omega's mouth, and she was torn apart before she could shout the transformation spell. In order to rescue Shazam, who was in danger, Kara went alone, fell into Omega's poison, and inhaled deadly satellite dust. The internal organs have been completely cut, which completely inhibits her superpowers."

Diana stood up with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, "Although she lost her superpowers, Kara has been fighting against those bastards, no matter if she is the previous Supergirl."

"Can't restore her abilities?" Eric frowned.

"It's hard, not just satellite dust, Omega also uses n-metal to inhibit the activity of her Kryptonian cells. Unless Omega can use a higher level of technology to completely clear the dust in her body down to the nanometer. But unfortunately, both magic and technology have been destroyed after the cataclysm."

Diana was silent for a moment, raised her head and stared at Eric with burning eyes, "I have heard what Carla said to you, what do you think? You want to leave us and go to the Burning Plains?"

"No, maybe, I know your answer."

She didn't wait for Eric to speak, she said directly, "I know you, just like when we met, I believe your character will not change. Even if I have become the woman who only knows how to escape..."

Eric didn't feel that Diana was running away, everyone makes choices, and these choices can't be measured simply by right or wrong.

"Diana, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the underworld. But I will promise you that I will come back after everything is settled."

He took Diana's hands lightly and promised her.

"...Then you are responsible for the fate of all humans on the land? Well, Eric, I knew from the moment I told you the truth. But this is you, by me Always regarded as a stubborn guy."

She stood up and motioned for Eric to follow her.

"Before you fight Omega, I need to tell you more."

The two walked forward along the stone steps of the cave, passed through a passage made of yellow spar, and approached a high-tech-style connecting room.

"Batman seems to have a plan, even though he caused the destruction of the world."

Diana brings Eric to a semicircular apparatus.

This is an instrument that is loaded with a life-saving capsule, densely packed equipment buttons are placed on it, and various precision parts are assembled into the required modules.

"Batman wanted him to solve all dangers, no matter what, even after his death, so he built a machine."

Diana pointed to the instrument and said, "He's going to make a clone of him, a clone that inherits his memory. That way, even after he dies, he can transfer his memory to this clone and take on a new identity. Survive. No matter what crisis occurs on the earth, he can participate in it himself. This machine is the existence that makes his clone."

Eric circled the machine, "So...what about the clones?"

"It was taken by an old man who begged me, looked at me with tears in his eyes, and begged me to give him the Batman clone."

Eric thought about it for a while, and it is estimated that the only old man who can have a close relationship with Batman exists - the butler Alfred.

Diana looked at the empty instrument. "So I agreed to him, not for the purpose of saving the world, not to be able to regain that little hope, but to bear the pleas of an old man. Maybe that was him. The only hope of surviving, so I gave him a clone of Batman."

"What was he using the Batman clone for?"

Eric asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's to weave a dream. He took the clone and walked into the desert until his back was buried by the wind and sand..."

After Diana finished telling the story of the clones, she sighed, "Maybe...you will meet."

"Maybe."

Eric nodded noncommittally.

He was still quite curious about the original Batman.

After all, being able to open the door and bring in a mob with powers doesn't fit the character not only of a paranoid Batman, but of any wise leader.

If Eric were in that important Justice League meeting, not only would he not bring in the populace, he would have kicked out the hero who suggested it.

In the face of the fear of death, tyranny and greed in anyone's heart will prevail.

To hope that the people will maintain their rationality and put the interests of human beings above personal life and death is simply an extravagant hope that a cat that is aroused by greed will not eat fishy.

So he wanted to see how crazy Batman was to do such a stupid thing.

As for his clone, Eric lacks interest in it, after all, it is only a living body that inherits part of Bruce Wayne's memory.

After the introduction of the clones, Diana led Eric to the stable and led the black foal to him.

Stroking the pony's head, Diana said to Eric: "Let this pony accompany you to the outside world, maybe... it will bring you some luck."

"Like how lucky I was to meet you in San Francisco."

Diana's voice was a little sad, she knew that Eric was about to leave.

The two had just met, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com was about to separate, and she had not yet had time to enjoy the joy of reunion.

Eric took off his helmet and looked at Diana, "No need to be too sad, Diana, we will meet again. By then, the world will be rebuilt, I swear!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Diana's mouth, and she approached him and hugged tightly.

"Let me say one last word, Eric, it's great to see you back!"

Diana hugged Eric tightly and said the last sentence sincerely.

These were the last words the two said before parting.

After parting with Diana, Eric and Raven left the gem world and headed for the ground.

Eric led the foal, and the raven carried the clown and lantern, and the two walked towards the desolate wilderness against the sunset.

It was not until the figures of the two were at the end of the line of sight that Diana retracted her gaze.

She sighed lowly, "...hope our next meeting won't be too late, Eric."