"'I see God in a flower,'" said Bruce, "I have scoffed at such verses in the past. But this..." He stepped forward and gently touched the edge of his wings, sighing, "This, it is a miracle, a work of art."

"Keats," Freya smacked her tongue, "I thought you would prefer Wordsworth, at least Byron."

"Are you ridiculing me?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Let me remind you, ma'am, although this person in front of you has dropped out of school, he was once a member of Princeton."

In the early years, when everyone was chanting some tender poems, Bruce had read many. At that time, he was still very young, although he was full of worries and resentment, but he was also young. The girls all liked lyrical words, their warmth, their lingering feelings, and even in the most infuriating poems, the writers were stingy with sharp words, which was very different from Bruce's personality. In order to achieve his goal, he patiently recited a few pleasing praises and threw the book aside.

Freya smiled. "You are Bruce Wayne, and you may have more degree than mine."

"Thank you for your compliment." Bruce's face remained unchanged.

Freya landed on the ground and stretched her wings completely. She showed how her feathers tightened and tempered during battle, like special-shaped scales.

"The pair of wings are bigger than those taken in the photo at the time," said Bruce. "Can I guess you still don't show its most original look?"

"I can do this, provided that you can't wait to rebuild the bat cave." Freya smiled, "As for the complete body, I only restored it once when I first came to Earth, but almost made the plane on the route dizzy. That time, half of the passengers in the cabin saw a dragon gliding far away before I dived into the clouds. Although there was no official agency to check it out later, I never dared to fly around again."

"Didn't check it? The eighth of the ten unsolved mysteries of modern times, the giant beasts of the Rocky Mountains. Thank you, Freya, you ruined the lifelong pursuit of a group of monster scientists." Bruce said, "Please tell me you haven't taken a bath in Loch Ness."

"I don't." Freya said, "Don't look at me like that. Bruce, I really don't. The Loch Ness monster might be real."

Bruce shrugged. He went around behind to check the wings' structure.

Freya yawned.

"What does it feel like," the person behind her suddenly spoke, "Fly."

"Free." Freya blurted out, "Do you want to go out and fly?"

"I'll love adventure when I'm younger." Bruce turned to her suspiciously, saying cautiously, as if judging whether she was joking, "not to mention that there are too many eyes in the sky staring at the earth, and you'll get into trouble if you don't have a few miles away."

"I understand that humans accept two flying aliens, which does not mean that they can tolerate some guys similar to prehistoric beasts wandering in the air." Freya grimaced, her wings flapping slightly, and the wind passing through the bat cave was much more relaxed.

"At first people were not ready to accept Superman, and Clark lost his adoptive father. Now, countless people are waiting on the streets of the metropolis, just to see Superman fly by." Bruce said. "At first, people are wary of Thor's arrival, and now he is loved as a member of the Avengers, and the children buy toys made with his weapons and images, and wear his helmet and cloak at birthday parties. Maybe one day you can fly freely, Freya, and that day will not be too far."

"I think I might have grown up a little bit again." Freya smiled embarrassedly, "I've eaten well on Earth in the past few years."

Bruce stared at her. "What's the difference between a dragon that is more than ten meters long and a dragon that is dozens of meters long."

Freya retorted. "What is the difference between a dragon that is big in a town and a dragon that is as big as a city? Dattan is much larger than Earth. If Elder Yutahla is on Earth, the tsunami that he takes off can sweep half of the coastline. When he passes through the sky, the brilliance of the highest stars will be obscured."

"I have to tell Alfred not to feed you like this anymore." Bruce said with a stern face, "I want to see the sun tomorrow."

"Try it." Jinlong said sweetly, "Big Bear is Alfred's new favorite. I am the love house and the U.S.."

Bruce looked at her for a while, smiled and shook her head.

"Your fellow tribes in the legend of Earth should really hold their heads and cry."

"I have told you that all the gods are aliens who have shown their power. The earth is an ordinary and special planet. As a planet of too small, it occupies a place in the Datam Library because my ancestors had several branches here to take shelter. Your legend probably describes that era, the era of gods, demons, giants and dragons." Freya said.

"Incredible times," said Bruce. "Many boys have fantasized about becoming dragon slaying heroes, or dragon knights. Dragons, demon dragons, and divine dragons, are the unchanging themes in magic movies and novels."

"Where are you?" Freya teased, "have you ever dreamed like this?"

"I also dreamed about dragons, when I was a child." Bruce said softly, "They were larger than aircraft carriers. Every fan of the dragon's wings had a city destroyed. Every spurt of the flames ignited a overwhelming red. No army could stop the dragon's edge. It was a scene that could not be described by words. It was apocalypse, the day of judgment, the dusk of the gods, the blood flowed into the sea, and the bones accumulated into mountains."

"Your dream is really dark." Freya said objectively, "Other children dream of monster factories, you dream of Godzilla."

They were silent for a while.

Bruce spoke with the sound of the water flowing: "More are bats in my dreams. I dreamed that they took me up. They flew from the cave to the sun, and when I woke up, I realized that it was a dream."

"You can always be in the sun," Freya said. "You just want to go into the darkness too much."

"Sun? Ha. In the first few years, I fell into total madness. The idea of ​​revenge occupied my mind and tied me up on a chariot. Later I realized that even if I fired that bullet and even if I successfully killed my enemy, the fire of revenge would not let me leave." Bruce said, "It will swallow me up and produce demons from the dust."

Batman's shadow grew on the ground. Freya hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back the words in her heart.

"When I saw you," she said, "I understand that sooner or later you will destroy yourself. You do not yearn for freedom, nor for light, Bruce. Deep in your heart, under all the illusions, what you yearn for is not worthy of the struggle of the world, but a shelter for cowards to escape--there is nothing easier than choosing to die, but look around, people are still struggling to survive."

"I know," said Bruce, "I know."

"Anyone who carries a city on his back will do this," Freya sighed. "Maybe in the future, if you can allow it, the alliance will be your support."

Bruce's eyes changed.

"The lightning did not ask for the exit today, but I wanted to know: Although the surveillance was clean at the Central City subway station, the information at the crime scene showed that three of the five kidnappers died. Combined with the confession, they happened to be the three who forced/raped and abused the hostages." Bruce said.

"I won't deny whatever you are thinking," Freya replied.

"You killed them." Bruce took a deep breath, "You can subdue them, it's even effortless, but you killed them, why?"

"Under them, yes, I can do this, but I can choose to kill them too." Freya said calmly, "There is an old saying in the place where I was born, which translates it into the language of the earth, "The only thing that can repay life is life."

Bruce stared at her.

"I respect the law and morality," continued Freya, "but I will not stop destroying evil because of morality. If they rape/kill hostages, they die. If they use the blade as a paintbrush, they die. If they shoot like listening to fireworks, they die. I can't wipe out all sins, but I can't calmly tolerate shameless atrocities that happen before me. The way of justice is different in everyone's heart, and mine is written in my bones and blood. When evil happens before my eyes, it is like a drop of poison from the mouth of the heart, burning on all limbs and bones, and I can't resist it."

A golden dot of light fell along the edge of her wings, like stars in the sky.

"By blood and killing, this is the belief of the Datan people from the beginning. When I was allowed to do this, I would do this."

"We are just vigilantes, no one can be a policeman, a judge and an executor at the same time," Bruce said. "If we are all the roles and act according to our own preferences, what is the difference between them? And what criteria do you use to measure whether criminals should be executed?"

"I may not know what punishment a bank robber should get, but I definitely know that a person who wants to blow half a city into the sky should be removed from his head." Freya said. "I know a dark wizard who enjoys creating fear should be damned, a madman who regards 'chaos' as his order should be damned, and a god who leads alien troops to roam the earth. Unfortunately, they are still alive."

Bruce's jaw was tense.

Freya gently touched his cheek.

"Bruce, I know you think I'm more dangerous than Superman."

Batman's pupils tightened.

"Clark has lost his home, and the earth is his last support. Thor still has the bondage of his friends and partners, and the atrium is his second home. And I, among the three people, am the real traveler, passerby, I am rampant, and the only bond can be fought against by will. The green light that should have been blamed for me also shows condonism."

"At the beginning you want to build an alliance, and you want to bring us together, maybe you want to put a shackle on me and hope it will affect my choice."

Freya returned to her transformation, and her huge wings turned into nothingness in her glory, and she looked so human.

"You won."

No, Bruce thought, I didn't.

"I restrain myself for the Alliance, and I try to restrain myself from killing and killing, but no matter what, the rest of the Alliance cannot measure me by the standards they believe in." Freya said softly, "You can't, either, Bruce. When someone uses extremely dangerous weapons to hinder public safety and slaughter civilians wantonly, even the jury will not consider the person who uses killing to stop them. I have not violated the law, I am just different from you."

Bruce's blue eyes were filled with storms.

"People will blame you, fear you, reject you, hate you, and you will become a more prominent person than Superman, or even all of us. Once someone is going to deal with us, you will be the first to be the one."

"Let them try," Freya said briskly, "If I'm afraid, I might as well make a fish."

"That's really big." The Dark Knight sarcastically said.

The author has something to say: Let you all turn to the master, I will argue first, and I will ask if you are fierce, hum!

The claw machine cannot stick the image, it is actually the scales on the body and the wings are wings, but it is different from the feathers you think of. I will try using a computer to stick the image tomorrow.

Thank you for giving birth to the little angel's mine, Momoda! (≧▽≦)hf();
Chapter completed!