408. I Saw Batman Fight the Demon!

"Stop!"

Clark spoke up. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it.

"You've all been deceived by the demon. This guy has trapped you in an illusion, making you see your loved ones as enemies, causing you to kill each other."

"How is that possible?"

Below, both groups of people involuntarily gasped, still reeling from the shock of seeing Superman. Now, hearing his words, their feelings were even more mixed.

If what he said was true, then from the beginning, they had all been mere playthings of the demon, turned into tools for slaughtering their own people.

At this point, very few of the survivors in the town were without blood on their hands. So, if that was the case, the 'demons' they had killed before were not enemies at all—they were actually neighbors, friends, and family.

It was like the legend of the demigod Hercules, who, under an illusion, killed his own wife and children. They had all unwittingly killed countless innocent friends and family, and now they were slaughtering each other.

"Impossible, this can't be true."

A man trembled with agitation. In order to protect himself, he had personally killed his own parents, and now, out of nowhere, someone was telling him he'd been deceived. His parents hadn't turned into demons—it was too hard to accept.

In his anxious state, he disregarded the other people's warnings, stepping out from behind cover, raising his gun, and aiming it directly at Clark in the sky.

"If all of this is an illusion, then you're the biggest illusion! You're just a character from a comic, there's no way you're real!"

"About that..."

Clark, upon hearing this, couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Just after learning from the newly arrived Mister Miracle that they needed to go on a trip, the Justice League members had been curious about their destination. But when they found out they were about to pass through the world of 'Supernatural,' their expressions were quite telling.

Yes, the Apokolips War universe and the Wasteland universe didn't have comics, but both universes had comics and TV shows about Supernatural.

They, of course, knew they were about to enter a comic world, so when they learned that they were also characters in a comic, they weren't too bothered by it.

Clark removed his bio-field, slowly descending to the ground. He smiled warmly at the man ahead of him and said,

"I don't know how to explain this to you, but the truth is, I'm here to help you. I will save you all. Please trust me."

Bang!

Before Clark could finish speaking, the man across from him fired.

The bullet struck the front of Clark's forehead, creating a spark, then ricocheted off somewhere.

"Impossible!"

The man's mouth dropped open, and the hand holding the gun started to twitch.

Having been interrupted by the bullet, Clark paused for a moment, then continued helplessly,

"If you really have read my comics, then you should know that what you're holding won't do anything to me. And if I wanted to harm you, you wouldn't be able to stop me. So, you should trust me, okay?"

Clark had truly tried his best. At that moment, he missed Lois.

Although he was called Superman, it seemed his super persuasive skills weren't that effective. Convincing others was really something Lois, the professional, should handle.

Seeing that Clark wasn't going to act aggressively, and considering his overwhelming strength, the two groups of people exchanged uncertain glances and eventually, begrudgingly, decided to trust him.

After all, this world had demons—having a Superman around didn't seem all that strange.

Suddenly, a little girl broke free from her mother's arms, stumbling toward Clark. The sight scared her mother, but Clark quickly crouched down and caught her.

"Superman, are you here to save us?"

The little girl's face was streaked with tears, and her expression was very worn out, which made Clark's heart melt.

"Of course, I will save all of you," he reassured her.

"I know you're a hero. You'll drive away all the bad guys. Those people... they killed my daddy."

The little girl seemed to remember something painful, and tears streamed down her face.

Her mother came closer, worried about whether this so-called 'Superman' would harm her child, but upon seeing his expression, she realized he was genuinely trying to protect everyone.

Clark embraced the little girl, gently patting her back to soothe her.

"Don't worry, I'll avenge your father. I promise I will."

The little girl was still too young to understand fully. For her, she didn't see the difference between comics and reality. She didn't know that Superman shouldn't exist in this world.

She only knew one thing: the Superman in the comics could do anything, and as long as he was there, there was no problem he couldn't solve.

But the others weren't the same. Everyone there knew who Superman was and also knew he was a fictional character. They couldn't completely trust Clark, even if he didn't seem to mean them any harm.

"Superman."

"Call me Clark. You already know my story, don't you?"

Clark looked up and responded to the young man who had called his name.

Hearing this, the young man nodded slightly, then he stared at Clark and asked the question that had been on his mind.

"What should we do next? And there must be others in this town who are still in the dark. We need to rescue them too."

"You're right. Right now, ensuring your safety is the most important thing. Although you've been trapped in an illusion and made to kill each other, there are still demons in this town."

Clark recalled the battle plan Bruce Wayne had set, then spoke.

"For now, I'll take you to the church. There's enough space there to keep you safe. As for the other survivors, my friends are already handling that issue."

"Your friends?"

The young man froze for a moment, then something clicked in his mind, and his eyes lit up.

"Could it be…?"

"A demon-infested town, crazy residents..."

On the streets, several dark shadows flashed between the houses like ghosts.

"It feels like we're back in Gotham, but without the tall buildings and the dark, stinking sewers… oh, and without the noisy punks."

"Shut up, Damian. I don't know when you became so talkative, but you're hogging the public channel, and I can't hear anyone else." Jason frowned.

"I'm just excited," Damian replied cheerfully as he jumped over a fence. Suddenly, he sensed danger, turned around, and rolled to the side just in time to avoid a large machete that slashed at the spot where he had been standing.

Jumping up, Damian realized there were three black-eyed demons blocking his path.

"Yeah, excited!"

"Did you encounter some danger, Damian?"

At that moment, Barbara's voice came through the earpiece. Barbara had become the Oracle, staying behind to monitor the whole demon town.

"Just three unlucky guys. I'm good on my own."

Damian stretched his wrists. He had never faced demons from another world before, and he was curious about their fighting abilities.

"I've found two families hiding in the basement. I'm bringing them to the church now." Dick's voice also came through.

Not paying attention to the conversation in his earpiece, Damian turned down the volume and gave a sly smile as he faced the three demons blocking his way.

"I really don't want to be disturbed while I'm fighting. Honestly, this is my first real 'family operation,' and I don't want anyone to think less of me, so... you better put up a good fight."

"Kill!"

The demons stared at Damian expressionlessly, their dark eyes filled with murderous intent. Without saying another word, they raised their weapons and charged at him.

Damian leaned back to dodge a slashing blade, then slid across the ground and passed the first demon. In one fluid motion, he drew two short sticks from his belt and struck the demon behind the knee with one while blocking the incoming blade with the other.

The demon's leg was injured, and it knelt on one knee. Damian quickly sprang up, blocking the attacks from the two demons in front of him, then leaned back, positioning himself perfectly on the first demon's back.

Using their combined weight, Damian pushed with his legs, knocking one demon several steps back. He then flipped backward and landed in front of the first demon again.

With a powerful strike from his right arm, the demon who had been kneeling raised its head just in time to be hit squarely with a short stick, its senses starting to blur.

Since the moment they learned their enemies were demons, everyone had been well-prepared.

Including Damian, all their weapons were made from special metals engraved with magical runes, specifically crafted to deal damage to demons.

Maybe in this world, there weren't many things that could harm demons, but in the world of superheroes, these weapons were almost abundant enough to open a store.

Just as Damian was enjoying the battle with the demons,

In the distance, two sneaky figures were crouched in the bushes, watching the scene intently.

"Hey, what did you just say?"

One of them held a phone, his throat dry.

"Ellen, I swear I didn't see it wrong."

On the other end of the phone, Ellen was barely holding it together, her mind racing as she couldn't help but ask again.

"What did you see?! Say it again!"

"I..."

The man opened his mouth, his mind a complete mess.

"I saw Batman fighting three demons."

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