Shane was startled, and a powerless sense of fatigue surged into his heart.
He raised his hand and interrupted Bruce's upcoming speech.
He even yanked off Batman's helmet, removed the voice changer, and spoke in his original voice.
Apart from those two fellows stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I don't want to hear about any other irrelevant matters. If you dare to open your mouths for anything extra, I dare to run away and hide at any moment—I can live very well even if there are no humans left in this world.
Once or twice, he would take it as earning some money to supplement life for himself and Rachel.
If they really wanted to use him as a superhero on a regular basis, Shane would never agree.
When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up. Previously, it was because he was targeted by Flash's Flashpoint self, which was why he voluntarily and actively intervened.
If there were other people trying to make trouble, what was the Justice League getting paid to do?
Reverse Flash stood there as if his tongue had been poisoned, and sarcastically spread his hands toward Bruce.
He still didn't plan to speak.
Bruce glanced at the Batman helmet that Shane had casually tossed aside next to him, and coughed.
"As you like, then we'll only talk about Ares and Eris."
Shane relaxed his expression and looked around the surroundings.
Bruce spoke faintly.
"Even gods cannot wiretap my place."
"Because you're Batman, right? I can't be bothered to ask anyway, so let's hear it."
Shane imitated Reverse Flash's posture, crossing his arms and sitting sideways on the edge of the hospital bed while waiting for Bruce to speak.
Anyway, this large bed was quite wide.
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