Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4440 - 3525: Research on Cats and Dogs (36)_2

"Not killing" is Batman's principle, one of his fundamental standards. Typically, he wouldn't tell someone, "Because you're my friend, you can't kill." He certainly wouldn't say, "If you kill someone, I'll immediately stop considering you my friend and become your enemy."

This standard basically remains hidden most of the time. At the very least, Superman would never think about it.

However, after Injustice Superman killed someone, Injustice Batman clearly started losing control of his emotions. He exposed his inner standard, turning "I don't like you because of this" into an undeniable fact.

The moment a mysterious object reveals its true nature, all ethereal rumors are shattered. Uncertainty and insecurity are also entirely reduced to nothingness.

To put it more bluntly, a suspended heart finally perishes.

Once Injustice Superman realized that everything had reached an irretrievable point, he no longer spent energy trying to understand Batman.

And as for an unsupervised husky, the level of havoc it can wreak hardly needs further explanation.

So Charles doesn't get hung up on whether killing is right or wrong, nor do the people from Marvel concern themselves much with such questions.

As a psychology master, Charles more directly and insightfully pointed out the only mistake Batman made—he failed to maintain his dominant position in their emotional relationship, losing the initiative, and thus failed to hold Superman in check, leading to the current situation.

Moreover, he illustrated the point personally. The relationship between two people is always either you're strong and I'm weak, or you're weak and I'm strong. If Batman becomes weaker, then the one taking the initiative next will undoubtedly be Superman.

"He's panicked," Diana remarked sharply from in front of the screen. "Obviously, Superman's reaction exceeded his expectations. He can't understand Superman's emotions anymore, like suddenly not being able to comprehend something as basic as 1+1=2. It's freaking him out."

"Old ginger is spicier," Bruce commented. Then he turned to Clark and said, "But some people just don't have such worries. When they can't read my emotions, instead of pausing to figure it out, they choose to keep pushing the plot forward."

"Oh my god, Bruce," Clark said, burying his face in his hands and pushing his cheeks upward. "I really apologize. I swear I care about you... Wait, are you doing this on purpose?"

"You just want me to focus on you—and only you—and mess everything else up while we're at it." Clark stared at Bruce and raised his voice. "I'll say it again! I only maintain normal, healthy relationships. Keep crazy people away from me!"

Bruce muttered something under his breath and then complained in a small voice, "It's not that. You're just too dumb to understand."

"Well, that's my gift," Clark replied. "My super brain auto-filters your damn baiting attempts. I should celebrate by getting myself something tasty."

"Thinking you could reel Clark in like a fish? Have you considered whether you're skilled enough?" Diana couldn't hold back anymore. "If Clark were really a fish, he could probably drag even your mentor Shiller down into the water. And you think you can hook him?"

"Not really," Bruce said. "At the time, I was genuinely a bit upset, but not to the point of being overly triggered. It's just that someone's indifferent attitude made me feel even worse..."

Clark guiltily glanced to the side but quickly looked back and said, "I noticed something was off with you, but when I asked what was wrong, you wouldn't say. I don't know psychology, so I just treated it as one of your daily episodes of madness."

"Which is why you should stop having so many episodes," Diana interjected. "And say what you mean directly. No one here has the time to read your mind."

Bruce sighed and shook his head helplessly. "You Metropolis people have no sense of artistry. Good thing I'm no longer Batman..."

"If you're still Batman, get out of my Metropolis," Lex said bluntly and decisively.

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On the screen, Injustice Superman's expression carried a hint of mockery. Meanwhile, in his Psychic_Battlefield, the blue-eyed young man adjusted his glasses and glanced at the Injustice Superman's Spirit Body, who was bound to a chair next to him, and said:

"I told you already. He's far more fragile than you think. Since you two can't return to the past, why not embark on an entirely new future?"

Injustice Superman stared blankly at the events unfolding outside. The Batman he had never been able to understand was now unraveling in front of him.

No heat vision, no frozen breath, no back-and-forth verbal sparring. The young man currently in control of his body had only said a few words and given a glance.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Charles appeared behind the chair, turned to walk slowly, and then bent down to look at Injustice Superman.

"Never be more curious about someone than they are about you. Never care more about them than they care about you. The moment you break free, they'll be the one who's bound."

"I can't control myself," Injustice Superman said. His tone revealed a slight hint of unnoticed pain, though no emotion could escape Charles's scrutiny.

"I can help you," Charles's voice grew increasingly like a Devil's whisper as he said, "I can help you seal away those unnecessary feelings. Without those burdens, you'll be unstoppable."

The hand gripping the armrest tightened. Scene after scene from the past flashed through Injustice Superman's mind. It was always him who was angry, him who was sad. He vented his emotions while Batman watched coldly from the side.

"I just want to know if he can truly remain indifferent forever." Injustice Superman slowly closed his eyes and said, "Do it."

When Charles's figure appeared in the underground room of Luthor Manor, everyone was stunned.

"How did you come back so quickly, Professor Xavier? Did they...?"

"I sealed away part of Superman's emotions," Charles replied. "This will enable him to stay calm when facing Batman."

Diana, somewhat shocked, said, "But then... I mean, can he control Batman now? Are the two of them...?"

Charles shook his head and said, "No. Human emotions can't truly be sealed. The longer they're suppressed, the more overwhelmingly they'll explode."

"When those pent-up emotions finally erupt, he'll understand that dominating Earth is fleeting. Old friendships surpass everything, and naturally, there will be no more conflicts."

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

Charles then looked at Bruce.

"I heard you've also had some conflicts with your partner?"

Bruce and Clark immediately hugged each other, Bruce's head shaking so fast it left afterimages.

"No, absolutely not. We're lifelong best friends!"