My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"New heroes and gods, so who will be the new heroes and gods?"

Eric sat in the room dug out of the cave, talking to himself in a low voice.

"Sir, are you... are you okay?"

Raven brought Eric a glass of water and asked worriedly.

Her little face was wrinkled, and she was very worried about Eric.

"I'm fine, Miriam. Can you get in touch with Baron Winters now?"

"No, I still can't sense anything."

She shook her head dejectedly.

"Hey Bat, I once had a woman who taught me to put a smile on my face, and she said it was my job to fill the world with laughter, and it touched me for a minute...  So, why don’t you just smile?! Suffering and hatred make people age easily, come on, have a smile!”

The clown inside the lantern on the stone table showed Eric a piercing smile.

"Ahahaha! Like this, no, I can't stop, ahahaha...!"

He laughed like crazy.

The laughter was sharp and piercing.

"Shut up! Miriam, throw him under the cliff. I remember there is a cave not far from here. It's bottomless. Maybe Mr. Clown can experience the feeling of being surrounded by darkness."

Eric winked at Raven.

"clear!"

Raven cooperated with Eric, picked up the clown's lantern, and walked out.

"Hey, wait! Wait! I stopped laughing..."

The clown hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I'm kind of sad, though, Bat, and I thought you'd expect to hear me laugh again."

No matter what the situation is, the clown still has the leisure to say wisecracks.

"No one expects to hear you laugh."

Raven glared at him viciously.

 …

Nothing to say all night.

The next day, Eric packed up and walked to Diana's room.

He still had a lot of things to talk to her about.

Da da da!

Footsteps echoed in the winding corridor.

"Batman!"

A crisp female voice came from the left.

Eric turned his head and spotted Supergirl walking towards her.

The appearance of Supergirl is still delicate and beautiful, even if she wears a tattered uniform, she still cannot hide her beautiful appearance.

"You're Batman, right?"

she asked blankly.

"Miss Kara Al?" Eric called out her name in surprise.

Supergirl was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, with a smirk on her lips, "Also, since you claim to be Batman, you must know some secret things."

"So... is there something wrong?" Eric didn't know why the other party stopped him.

"No, not much, just want to make sure you are the real Batman."

Supergirl shrugged.

"Is it important?"

"It's very important, at least for me and my dead cousin (Superman). We, these superhuman beings left underground, are pursuing important and meaningful things every day. It seems that this can confirm that we still exist. Not a walking corpse."

Her words were full of sadness.

Whoosh!

Seemingly wanting to test Eric's strength, her body turned into a sharp sword and rushed towards Eric.

Boom!

The fists of the two collided with each other.

Eric was taken aback!

Not surprised by the opponent's strength, but surprised by the weakness of the opponent's strength.

This level of effort is not only inferior to the people of the motherland, but even Queen Maeve is slightly inferior.

boom!

Knocked away by Eric's full fist, Supergirl bounced straight out.

The body hit the stone wall heavily.

The gravel collapsed and the dust filled the air.

Eric didn't wait for Supergirl to fall from the stone wall, and hurried to the spot where Supergirl hit.

He hugged Supergirl who had not yet fallen to the ground.

"How can it be?"

He was surprised by the weakness of the other party, which did not match the strength of the legendary Supergirl.

Supergirl is the cousin of Superman Clark Kent. She was born on Kryptonian. She has a bad temper and is impulsive. She is an immature girl character. She has flying ability and super strength, and also has super healing ability and heat vision, basically belonging to the group of people with the highest combat power in the DC world.

Supergirl, who was held in Eric's arms, was panting heavily with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sure now, you're not Batman, at least not the Batman of Gotham."

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Well, I don't know if this is good news or bad news."

"Don't talk yet."

Eric took out the fast healing agent developed from blue kryptonite from his belt and stuffed it into her mouth.

"What happened to your body...?"

After taking the quick healing potion, she felt better, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Satellite dust, a kind of existence that can cut the Kryptonians' genes. One breath can make the Kryptonians into a miserable situation. The smallest diameter is only one Nami, my body...has been completely cut."

She stood up from Eric's arms, "So I have lost the identity and power of Supergirl now, if you can...call me Kara."

Although she lost her superpowers, she did not lose her fighting spirit. She stared at Eric, "Lonely Plain, it is said that Superman once appeared there, Batman, if you don't follow us into the underworld, I hope you can go there Investigate...if there is even a sliver of hope, as long as Clark is alive, there is hope for us."

"...the Burning Plains?"

"Yes, the hope of fighting Omega."

"..."

Eric was silent for a moment, "If there is a chance, I will investigate, but your body..."

"Hey, this is not important anymore. My adoptive mother once told me that the existence of human beings is because of love. If love no longer exists, then human beings will always think about the meaning of their own existence. I found... ...Kryptonians would have feelings similar to Earthlings."

Standing in front of Ai Rui, she seemed to have light shining in her eyes, "My adoptive mother and adoptive father are all gone. When I lost them, I realized that I am inseparable from the earth, and I will start Gradually think about the meaning of your own existence. So..."

Clutching her belly, she limped towards the depths of the cave, "Fight against those bastards, avenge those who lost, and regain the land, you are the new hero and god!"

Her voice faded away, disappearing with her at the dark end of the cavern.

Eric took a breath, and part of the fog in his heart was dispelled.

He had more different ideas about what to say to Diana next.

Walking along the winding path to Diana's room, people occasionally passing by greeted him along the way.

Although the clothes are ragged, everyone's eyes are full of hope for the future.

Even if the road ahead is still unknown.