My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Forgotten Bar, this is the domain of the master of the dark night.

As a pocket universe, many wizards like to come here for a drink.

In the metal event, it was also a stronghold against Barbatos, the **** of darkness.

It should be overcrowded here.

But now, the bar is empty.

Except for the man who was drinking alone at the bar, a man with a shaggy beard.

His brown hair seemed to have not been washed in days, and it was covered with dust.

The light yellow trench coat that he usually wears also became wrinkled, and was pressed against the corner of his butt, pressed against the high chair.

All kinds of **** were scattered on the floor of the bar. Paper, crumbs of wine bottles, and faint bloodstains were completely scattered there, as if mocking the man who drank alone.

With exhaustion written all over his face, he picked up a glass and shook the whisky in it gently.

Survivor guilt is a nasty thing that burrows into the soul and lingers there for a long time. It can make survivors feel insignificant, as if the things that are loved and lost are the most important things.

There is no better display of survivor's guilt than the decadent drinking man in front of him.

His name was John Constantine, a bit of a **** detective.

He'd spent days at the bar looking for the living and then spent nights drinking with his beloved's ashes.

Constantine sighed and said to himself, "It's hard for me to tell a pile of ashes apart, and they're not all different like snowflakes."

"I mean, I think there are other people's ashes mixed in, but I think most of what I found was you, Chas!"

Constantine gently touched the glass in his hand to a glass placed on the table next to him, which contained half a glass of wine.

"Enough! John!"

A tall woman in a black bunny costume and a magician's hat pushed in the door and yelled at Constantine.

"Hello, Zatanna!"

Constantine replied without looking up.

"The world is desperate enough that you shouldn't be drinking alone here."

The woman named Zatanna persuaded Constantine.

She didn't want to see the man in front of her decadent to such a state.

Constantine was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Zatanna, "I'm not a villain, Xiao Zha."

There is no more high-spiritedness in the words, some are just despair, "I...never alone."

"I have been drinking with these old friends, Big Barda, Mr. Miracle, Mr. Excellence, Blue Beetle, Golden Pioneer... Hehe, what a kind old friend, right by my side, drinking with me. "

"The ashes in these shoe boxes are theirs. When old friends are together, the taste of drinking will not change." Constantine smacked his lips.

Hearing the words "the ashes in the shoebox", Zatanna suddenly stopped talking.

She seemed to think of tragic things, and her mood became a little sad.

Undisturbed, Constantine continued: "These people are willing to sacrifice themselves and fight for their beliefs. And I...I've never been keen on sacrifice, I've sacrificed other people for the sake of righteousness, But I always avoid being that victim."

"Am I a despicable person? Xiao Zha." He asked Zatanna.

"Yes."

Zatanna didn't hesitate and gave the answer directly.

"Hehe, I like your straightforwardness."

Constantine drank the wine in the glass at once.

"I found a new change, maybe that's the opportunity we've been waiting for!"

"what?"

Constantine asked drunkenly.

"Batman has appeared! The surviving superheroes have leaders in the true sense! That is the opportunity we are waiting for, resisting Omega, and regaining the hope of regaining the dominance of the earth!"

Zatanna said decisively.

......

Da da da!

At this time, Eric and his party, who were concerned by Zatanna, were crossing the beach and came to a swamp.

It seems to be a battlefield, filled with human bones.

The rotten and decaying breath of death continued to emanate from it.

The white bones are exposed outside, and the wind and the sun have become fragmented.

Eric led the horse and took a few steps inside, when he suddenly found an unusual human skull.

The musculature on it doesn't appear to be completely decomposed.

Eric hurriedly stepped forward and pulled out the half exposed human head from the swamp.

"Bat, I didn't know you still had this hobby, human bones and skulls, just thinking about it makes people panic... I thought you were only interested in my little head! I didn't expect it. You're also interested in other craniums, which really disappoints me a bit."

The clown's head was in the lantern, and said yin and yang strangely.

Holding his raven, he shook it vigorously, and the clown who had been shaking was dizzy before he stopped.

"If you're not quiet, I'll throw you into the swamp!"

The raven still showed the lantern.

The clown hurriedly said, "Hey, little Batgirl, I'm telling the truth, you can't treat a disabled person like this!"

Ignoring the quarrel between the two, Eric looked at the head carefully.

Half of his face was covered in metal, and the rest of the rotting complexion could be vaguely seen as a black man.

"This is......"

Eric compared the memory of his previous life, this face seems to be... steel bone?

Cyborg, Victor Stone, is one of the seven founders of the Justice League who replaced Martian Manhunter after the new 52.

He was originally an excellent American football player. He was seriously injured by the accidental explosion of the Apocalypse mother box and was in a dying state, but at the moment of the explosion, he fused the mother box molecules.

In order to prolong his life, his father, Silas Stone, took him to the "Red Room Laboratory" where the U.S. government collects various alien technologies for rescue. Keto absorbed all the high-tech in the Red Room and eventually became a half-human, half-mechanical bio-human.

In general, he is a pivotal figure in the DC League~www.readwn.com~ I don't know why, but he ended up being separated.

However, his body was mechanically transformed, so he should be able to live even if his head is separated. The clown is alive and well without his body, but Cyborg just died for some reason!

Looking at his head, Eric had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Sir, who is this? You seem to know him?"

The raven stepped forward, looked at the head of the steel bone with some fear, and asked in a low voice.

"One of the seven giants of the Justice League, but now..."

Eric shook his head with a complicated expression, "Like the bones in these swamps, it turned into loess."

"No, sir..."

Raven hesitated for a moment, "He should have just died, maybe I can read the information in his brain. You know, I can read human emotions and memories, although the magic power is severely weakened, but I think, I can try try......"