American comic book red Superman

If a dead person were to reappear before you, it would be difficult for anyone to remain as calm and composed as he was, even drinking and chatting with the other person.

Bruce could have opened the door and shot Lex Luthor dead, but he didn't.

Bruce had a premonition that one shot might not be enough to subdue the opponent.

After all, this afternoon, he had personally witnessed Lex Luthor's body being burned to ashes by Superman's heat vision.

Besides, he had a strange feeling about the resurrected Lex Luthor before him; the other party seemed not to be the Lex Luthor he knew.

Even though the Luther in front of him looked almost exactly like the one he remembered.

But the Luther before him had an indescribable air of righteousness about him.

"Haha, I'm not here to see Bruce."

Luther put down his glass and smiled.

"Then who did you come for? Alfred and Jason aren't here; I'm all alone."

Bruce Wayne also put down his glass, his fingertips touching the butt of his gun, his eyes fixed on Luther across from him.

"I'm here to find Batman."

"I don't need Bruce, I need Batman."

Luther said slowly and deliberately.

"What, has Batman offended the rising star of Metropolis?"

Bruce frowned slightly, ready to draw his gun at any moment, and continued, "Then you'll be disappointed. Although I have extensive connections and a powerful intelligence network in Gotham City, unfortunately, I can't tell you who Batman is."

"hehe."

Luther laughed, refilled his empty glass, and said, "Gotham's citizens are all speculating about who Batman is. Gangsters and church officials are all wondering, who could Batman be? A stubborn, rebellious young man from the slums? Or a middle-class good Samaritan who can't stand evil? Everyone's guessing, who is it?"

Bruce listened, his fingers tense, his breathing no longer as steady as before. He took a deep breath, raised his glass, and took a swig of wine to stimulate his nerves. He asked, "Perhaps, it's a good thing we can't guess."

"Yes."

Luther nodded in agreement. "It's good for them that they can't guess, and it's good for you, Bruce. Criminals know that going against Batman is always better than going against Bruce Wayne. Gotham is Wayne's territory, and criminals know that if they get injured, they'll end up going to hospitals invested in by Wayne Enterprises for treatment. So they have no choice. They can't guess the right answer."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave now."

inside."

Bruce Wayne's gaze darkened as he touched the communicator in his pocket.

"Bruce, stop pretending, you are Batman!"

Luther stopped beating around the bush and directly tore off the last piece of gauze.

"Are you kidding me? The head of the Wayne family is actually Batman? Dressed in a suit and attending banquets by day, and fighting for justice by night?"

Bruce Wayne's heart sank, and he gripped the gun handle tightly.

"Isn't that right? How many people in Gotham have the funds to build a Batmobile and a full set of super equipment? Apart from Bruce Wayne, there are very few."

Luther said slowly and deliberately.

"You're not Lex Luthor, so who are you?"

Bruce Wayne stopped confronting him, perhaps unable to hold back any longer. He suddenly stood up and pressed the black muzzle of his gun against Luther's forehead.

Hey, don't be nervous.

Alexander Luthor leaned back on the sofa, raised his hands to indicate that he was relaxed, and said, "My name is Alexander Luthor, from Earth 3, an isotope of Lex Luthor."

Earth 3?

Bruce Wayne seized on the key point, forcefully lowered the muzzle of his gun, and demanded, "Are you Lex Luthor from Earth-3?"

"Yes, it really is me."

Alexander Luther spread his hands, letting the gun be pointed at him, and said, "After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life. You killed him, didn't you?"

"how do you know?"

Bruce Wayne squinted, his eyes filled with distrust.

He couldn't quite tell whether Luther was telling the truth.

However, the fact that the dead cannot be brought back to life is indeed common knowledge on Earth.

“I’ve been watching him for a while now. This afternoon, the detector I installed in his armor stopped responding. His heart stopped beating.”

Alexander Luther answered truthfully, and tried to move the gun off his head with his fingers, “He’s dead, and I realized things were about to begin, so I thought I’d get in touch with you.”

"do not move!"

Bruce Wayne pressed the button on his gun again. "What do you want with us?"

"To combat the Crime Syndicate, one Earth 3 pairs of evil organizations."

"Listen to me first."

Alexander Luther didn't waste any more words and said, "The Crime Syndicate is an evil organization on Earth-3. They want evil to rule everything. My companions and I have made terrible sacrifices to fight against the Crime Syndicate, but it's all in vain."

"They did it. They killed all the superheroes on Earth-3, leaving me as the only survivor."

"And now, they've set their sights on your world. Atomic Girl is one of them. I don't need to say more; you already know. Recent events are the best explanation."

Alexander Luther revealed his identity and purpose, and his tone became dejected during the conversation.

"I've heard of the Crime Syndicate; Atom Girl stole the Pandora's Box."

Upon hearing this, Bruce Wayne was certain that Luthor wasn't lying about his identity, but the wariness in his eyes didn't dissipate. "You're a superhero on Earth-3?"

"Yes, now there's only one superhero left; everyone else is dead."

Alexander Luther sighed, then looked at Bruce and said, "Could you move the gun away first? And your..."

"The gun is no threat at all; I'm wearing my combat suit."

"You've come seeking our cooperation?"

Bruce Wayne seemed to relax his guard, retreating back to sit on the sofa, and placing the gun on the table to the side.

"Yes, the Crime Syndicate is very powerful. I hope you can defeat them, save Earth 3, and at the same time prevent this world from being harmed."

Alexander Luther sounded somewhat impatient. "They're coming soon. Lex Luther is just an appetizer. Besides, they know you all, they know each of your weaknesses! Even your personalities and psychology!"

He recalled the crime syndicate with a heavy tone, saying, "Including Superman, they knew how to kill Superman, how to manipulate Superman."

"They know Superman's weaknesses?"

Bruce Wayne suddenly remembered meeting Superman that afternoon.

The battle is over.

But he also noticed Superman's tattered suit. He knew that Superman hadn't been in such a sorry state when facing the powerful Steppenwolf.

Superman's biological stance kept the suit intact.

But this afternoon, Superman's tattered suit was enough to show that the biological force failed at a certain moment!

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated Bruce Wayne, who frowned, tapping the table as he recalled the details of the underground fortress from that afternoon.

He recalled that Superman seemed to have burned a file in his office, which might have contained a plan to control Superman.

The source of the solution is obvious.

That was the work of a criminal syndicate.

"what happened?"

Alexander Luthor noticed his micro-expressions and said, "Lex Luthor has demonstrated a solution to restrain Superman, hasn't he?"

"You might be right, but Superman never mentioned it to us."

Bruce Wayne said in a deep voice.

"He might be worried, after all, Superman was invincible before, he had never experienced a setback, and moreover, the Crime Syndicate's plan to restrain Superman would have the same effect on Kryptonians. He might not want outsiders to know how to restrain Kryptonians."

Alexander Luther was also very intelligent; his logical thinking was in no way inferior to Lex's.

He paused for a moment, stood up, looked at Bruce, and extended his hand, saying, "So, we're allies now, right?"

“Luther, have you heard a story?”

Bruce Wayne sat there, not in a hurry to return the greeting, and said, "One day, a frog was swimming in the water when a poisonous scorpion came to the bank. It wanted to cross the river, but it couldn't touch the water, so it asked the frog for help. At first, the frog refused, worried that the scorpion would sting it with its stinger."

“Oh shit, guess what? I’ve heard this story before.”

Alexander Luther sighed, "The frog agreed to carry the scorpion across the river, but after the scorpion crossed, it stung the frog to death. Do you think I can't trust it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, this matter needs to be discussed, and I cannot make a decision on my own."

Bruce Wayne nodded.

"Then I'll come back after you've made your decision."

Alexander Luther looked dejected and turned to leave when suddenly his suit flashed with light.

next second.

boom!

The previously closed door suddenly flung open, and a golden, lightning-like figure darted into the villa's hall.

Almost instantly, the lightning-fast figure rushed in front of Alexander Luther and, with incredible speed, dismantled his battle suit.

One second later.

A young man carrying fragments of his suit appeared beside Bruce Wayne.

Alexander Luther's armor disappeared, revealing a black undershirt underneath.

"Bruce, did I arrive just in time?"

Barry Allen carried fragments of the suit; he had received a request for help from Bruce not long ago and rushed here immediately.

Just then, they saw Alexander Luther about to leave, so they stopped him.

"Shit, Bruce, you're just as cautious and insidious as Thomas."

Alexander Luther, his face grim and his teeth clenched, finally managed to utter a single sentence after a long pause.

"I'm sorry, I can't risk letting you go, so I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the cell for the night."