Can you retire today?

Clark looked at himself in the mirror in a daze, then turned on the tap and poured a handful of cold water on his face.

The cool water made his chaotic brain a little clearer, but he could still feel his heartbeat that was different from before.

Clark didn't understand why he had such a dream. He didn't encounter any special things recently, such as magic, kryptonite, psychic abilities, etc.

As soon as he thought of the dream just now, Clark's heartbeat couldn't help but rush.

This evening, after rescuing a lady who committed suicide by jumping off a building and comforting her, he returned home, talked with his parents on the phone, and fell asleep in bed.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt a palpitation, and then, as if his soul had come out of his body, he saw "myself" with blood on his hands, and the metropolis razed to the ground by the nuclear explosion.

Looking at "myself" from the perspective of God with ashen face and red eyes, Clark seemed to empathize for some reason.

Then he saw that "himself" was overwhelmed by grief and anger, and made some radical moves. He killed a person-the clown.

Clark knew the Joker, a mentally ill criminal in Gotham, and Bruce had been attacked by him at a party.But watching "myself" kill him with hatred and a little pleasure, completely ignoring Batman's obstruction, Clark was a little startled.

Then he watched the conflict between "myself" and Batman, and "myself" even made a move on Batman.

What happened next happened quickly and vaguely. When he saw "himself" clearly again, Clark found that "himself" actually broke Batman's spine with his own hands? !

Broke Batman's spine with my own hands!

personally!broke!Batman's!spine!

Clark woke up instantly, as if his brain was stuck in glue, Clark was stuck in the extreme emotions in the dream and couldn't extricate himself.

He couldn't help but want to hear Bruce's heartbeat, that voice could comfort him every time, but he restrained himself.

Glancing at the alarm clock, he realized that only four hours had passed since he fell asleep, but he felt as if he had crossed a world.He fell asleep at 9 o'clock, and it was exactly 1 o'clock in the morning, Batman's working hours.

So after washing his face, he came to Gotham.

Gotham.

During the day, Bruce held a banquet for Harvey a week after talking with Harvey and set a plan, and then he separated from the other party. After all, Harvey still had a job, and Bruce also had a "date".

After a day of "playing" outside, Bruce started his "night life".

But today seems destined to be an uneasy day, because he unexpectedly met Clark in the process of night patrol, Clark in a superhuman state.The other party seemed to be looking for him specifically. For some reason, Clark looked a little strange.

"Superman." Bruce looked at Clark who was flying directly in front of them with some disapproval.

"Superman!" Dick looked excitedly at Clark flying directly in front of them.

"Hey, Batman and Robin." Clark gave a textbook Superman smile and landed gently on the ground.

Pressing down on Dick, who was about to move, Bruce asked a little darkly: "What are you doing in Gotham, is there anything for the Justice League?"

He has information transmission equipment in the Justice League, if there is something, he should be the first to know about it.

"No, nothing..." Clark avoided the gaze of Batman looking at him in some embarrassment. He still hasn't forgotten how he broke his spine. Although it was just a dream, Clark always felt that it seemed like More than just a dream.

Dick looked at Clark, then at Bruce, feeling a little worried about the pair of friends.

Hey, I was under pressure that I shouldn't have at my age.

But what can he do? Facing a Batman who hides his identity, and a Superman who is so big that he has not found out, he is just a weak, pitiful and helpless little Robin.

"...Superman," Dick almost couldn't help calling out his real name, "Are you here to find Bruce Wayne?"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Batman.

"Do you also know Bruce?" Clarke's tense nerves relaxed a little when he mentioned his good friend.

"Of course, he's me..." Dick glanced at Bruce again, "I mean us, he's our sponsor."

As a fan of Superman who never lied, he actually lied to his idol. At this moment, Dick was heartbroken.

Although it can't be said to be a lie, after all, Robin's uniform was also made by the Wayne Group. Thinking of this, Dick felt that his conscience seemed to be relieved again.

Clark smiled at Dick and wanted to touch his head.

Dick watched Clark walking towards him expectantly, but when the other party was about to arrive, a dark figure appeared in front of him.

Dick couldn't help but rolled his eyes behind Bruce's back. Obviously, when he was Bruce Wayne, the other party had all kinds of sweet words to Clark, but as soon as he put on the Batman uniform, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize him. It's just a scumbag.

"Robin, go back to the Batmobile and wait for me." Noticing that Clark secretly looked at him from time to time even when he was talking to Dick, Bruce knew that the other party must have something to say to Batman.Things related to Superman often represent big trouble, and Bruce doesn't want Dick to get involved.

I knew that Dick was a little bored. Every time there was a slight disturbance, Bruce wanted to dig him a hole and hide him, even if he took him on a night patrol. Except for some unarmed, skinny punks, Bruce would never let him go. Deal with something else by yourself.Dick didn't know why Bruce was worried about him so much, but it was getting on his nerves.

Even though he was dissatisfied, Dick chose to go back to the Batmobile first after hearing Bruce's order.Whether it's him and Bruce or Bruce and Clark, they need to talk, Dick thought.

After Dick leaves, a dead silence ensues between Bruce and Clark.

They looked at me and I looked at you, and there seemed to be a thousand words in their eyes, but they just kept silent.

Finally, Clark spoke first, "Batman, if I kill someone..."

"Who did you kill?" Bruce asked coldly.

In his observation report on Superman, the other party has not done anything special other than his daily life-saving operations recently, let alone killed people.But the other party actually came to Gotham at this time, and it was hard for Bruce not to think about it when he was in such a bad state and said such words.

"I..." Clark licked his lips, "I mean if, if I kill someone, you..."

Clark talked to you for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

He somewhat regretted his impulsive behavior of running to Gotham, it was obviously just a dream... But if it was just a dream, why would he be so sad, it felt like he had lost an important treasure.

"Me?" Bruce looked at the hesitant Clark with probing eyes, "If you kill someone, what does it have to do with me?"

Although he said so, if Clark really killed someone, Bruce would definitely not feel that it had nothing to do with him, it had a lot to do with it.

Clark was shocked by Batman's cold answer, "I thought we were friends, we worked together, you saved me, we built the Justice League, I..."

"We're not friends, and I didn't join the Justice League." Bruce didn't know why he felt a little upset, "If you came to Gotham to tell me these so-called 'ifs', then you can leave, I'm busy, no Time to discuss the 'if' with you."

"..." Clark felt his eyes were hot, not because he wanted to cry, but because he was so angry with Batman that he could hardly control his hot gaze. He covered his eyes with his hands.

He felt that he was a big fool who came to find Batman today, and he would rather find Bruce than Batman.

His feet flew off the ground, "I'm sorry to disturb you today."

Clark turned around and wanted to leave, but Bruce stopped him, "Wait."

Clark turned around quickly when he heard the words, and his body couldn't help froze after turning around. Was he being too unreserved like this?

"Batman?" Clark looked at Batman's cat ears, feeling as if a cat had scratched his paw.

Batman is actually a lot like a cat, of course, not the kind of cat that can't get out of a tree.He is athletic, quite tsundere, duplicity... a typical big black cat.

Bruce looked at Clark who turned around quickly with a smile in his eyes, "Who do you think you will kill, me?"

The other party actually asked this kind of question, probably either he had some dream that he killed someone, or he was under some kind of magic and saw himself kill someone in the illusion.But the other party chose to ask him, and it is estimated that the person who killed may have a lot to do with him.

"No, no, no, I'm not, I don't." Clark's strong desire to survive made him deny it instantly.

"Then why did you come to me?" Bruce asked a little fiercely, does Batman look like a Kryptonian psychological counselor?

Clark's feet landed on the ground again and stopped just a step away from Bruce.

Because of Batman's leaden uniform, Clark had never heard Batman's heartbeat, and he didn't know what Batman looked like, but he just felt that the other party was close and reliable, although the other party showed nothing like that at all.

At the moment when he saw the "self" in the dream break Batman's spine, he seemed to have the same heartbeat as the "self" in the dream.What kind of feeling is that, pleasure, revenge, heartache, intolerance, slight regret and a trace of emptiness and fear as if something has been lost.

And now, looking at the intact Batman standing in front of him, he couldn't help but continue to move forward, wanting to touch him, to know that he was in reality, not a dream.

Bruce watched Clark getting closer and closer to him. He didn't know what the other party was going crazy. He resisted his urge to back away.

I, Batman, will never give up!

"Batman, I..." Clark raised his hand to touch the man standing in front of him, but he finally put it down.

"If I kill the clown..." Clark said of the clown with a sick feeling in his heart.

"Why did you kill the clown?!" Bruce couldn't help wondering if Clark was so wrong today, whether it was the clown's fault.

"I'm just saying if."

"No ifs! Superman, stay away from Gotham, this place is mine, and stay away from the clown, he is out of your control!"

In fact, what Bruce really wants to express is: stay away from Gotham, this is my battlefield, the evil that exists here will hurt your brilliance, stay away from the clown, it is enough for him to hurt me, I don’t want him to hurt you .

It's a pity that it's Batman standing in front of Clark now, so he won't say such things.

Clark quickly looked away, and a hole was burned in the ground not far away by the heat sight.

The god of the world is like a golden-haired husky frozen by Gotham's Batman cold current, even the little curly hair on his forehead is wilted.

"I'll go first." After finishing speaking, he quickly flew away from here.

Bruce stared at the direction where Clark disappeared, and tightened his pale lips.

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