Can you retire today?

Martha Kent came to look for the two who hadn't returned for a long time, and what she saw was this picturesque scene.Her eyes were slightly moist, and she really didn't want to wake them up if she could.But the sky had already darkened, and if he lay down like this, his son might be fine, but the other boy might get sick.

The sound of Martha's footsteps awakened the sleeping two.

Bruce opened his eyes and found that the sky had darkened, and he was actually held in Clark's arms.He couldn't believe that he fell asleep in Clark's arms unsuspectingly, and slept for so long.

Bruce withdrew his hand on Clark's waist and pushed Clark who was still pretending to be asleep.Seeing that Clark's eyelashes were fluttering all the time, but he refused to open his eyes anyway, Bruce felt annoyed and amused.

Clark woke up a long time ago, but he didn't want to be separated from Bruce, but under the urging of Bruce, he opened his eyes and acted as if he had just woken up and was still a little confused.

Bruce pushed his chest again, motioning for Clark to let go.Feeling the contours of the muscles coming from his subordinates, Bruce was a little jealous. His hard training was not as good as Clark's results in the sun. Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of comparison.

Clark let go of Bruce's hand, sat up, and looked at his mother, "Mom, why are you here?"

Bruce stood up and straightened his wrinkled clothes slightly, "Hi, Mrs. Kent, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Martha looked at the elegant and noble boy in front of her, and then at her silly son, "Hello, Bruce, just call me Martha. Your housekeeper Alfred is visiting at my house. , take you directly to my house, what do you think?"

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Bruce was in a daze.His mother's voice and appearance seemed to emerge in front of his eyes, but he could no longer touch his mother's temperature.

Clark heard this, stood up from the ground, and looked at Bruce expectantly, "My mother has prepared apple pie, which is delicious."

Cookies are the best, Bruce thought to himself when he came back to his senses.He looked down at himself and found that it wasn't too messy, "Then I'll bother you."

Martha led them to her home, and Clark talked endlessly around Bruce along the way.

Martha listened to her son's words all the way, and some of them repeated several times. Even though she loved Clark very much, she still wanted him to be quiet for a while, but Bruce responded to him patiently.Clark was very happy, and continued his chatter, as if he wanted to say all the words he had accumulated over the years.

Before he finished speaking, the home arrived, and Clark was a little bit more.

Bruce secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't remember that one of Superman's attributes was talkative, so how could Clark be so talkative.

Alfred looked at Bruce who walked in with a smile on his face, and wondered if he was hallucinating.He could see that Bruce's smile now was not a pretense of acting on the spot, nor was it a performance out of fear of worrying about himself, but it was from the heart.

He hadn't seen his young master smile like that since Thomas and Martha died.

Thinking of Martha, Alfred glanced at Mrs. Kent. Mrs. Kent's name was also Martha, and the Kent family was such a happy family. I wondered if it would irritate Bruce.

As soon as Clark entered the door, he couldn't help offering treasures to Bruce, "Bruce, you must try the apple pie my mother made. It's delicious, and I can make it too. If you like, I can make it for you often. "Clark looked at Bruce, if there was a tail behind him, it must be wagging now.

Although Bruce was a little dazed by Clark's dog, he hadn't forgotten the etiquette.He turned in the direction of Jonathan Kent, "Mr. Kent, hello, I'm Bruce Wayne, excuse me tonight."

Jonathan said enthusiastically: "It's nothing, don't be so polite, Bruce, welcome to Small Town, I wish you a pleasant holiday."

Bruce had a pleasant dinner with the Kent family. When Alfred came to visit, he brought some cookies. Clark liked it very much. Cookies are also delicious.

Martha's apple pie is still inferior in taste compared to cookies made of various high-end ingredients, but it has a homey feeling, which Bruce likes, but he still likes cookies best, because that Made it according to my mother's method.

After dinner, Bruce left under Clark's reluctant gaze.

Jonathan and Martha looked at their son who wanted to go with others, and felt like marrying a daughter.

Jonathan watched for a while, still looking at Clark in the direction Bruce left, "Ahem..."

Clark pulled himself away from the disappointment, looked at his father, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Jonathan looked at his son with some resentment, "He's already gone, don't look at it, if you don't want to, just go and see him tomorrow. A man, don't be so tired and crooked."

Although the tone was disgusting, Jonathan was still relieved that his son had friends.His own son is a child from the stars, and Jonathan was a little worried when he thought of the things hidden in his warehouse.

Martha didn't know why her husband suddenly became depressed, "Clark, Bruce is a good boy, we are all happy that you have friends." Looking at her son, Martha felt sincerely proud, this is a kind good boy Boy, he deserves the best.

Clark was very happy to be recognized by his mother, but then hesitated a little, wondering whether he should tell his parents that Bruce knew about his special abilities.

Martha looked at her troubled son and rubbed his little curly hair, "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

Clark shook his head, "Mom, I've grown up, stop touching my head."

Martha looked at her coquettish son and laughed in her heart.

Clark bit his lip and mustered up his courage, "Mom and Dad, I told Bruce about my special ability." He didn't say anything, and Bruce saw it himself.Proper concealment is not a lie.

Jonathan frowned, "I told you, don't let people know that you are special."

After a brief moment of daze, Martha patted her husband reassuringly, "Clark, you are friends now, and he accepts you, doesn't he?"

Seeing Clark relax, Martha continued, "But in the future, don't tell others casually."

Clark nodded vigorously, "Bruce told me that too."

Listening to her son's three words of inseparable from Bruce, Martha felt sour and sweet in her heart, but she was still more happy.

Bruce and Alfred go back to the house they bought.

"Master, what a beautiful day, isn't it." Alfred looked at Bruce.

Bruce hooked his lips, "Good night, Alf." He walked towards the room with a slight smile on his face.

Alfred watched the back of the young master leaving, and said silently, "Good night, young master."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Juvenile Super: Apple pie is the best!

Juvenile Bat: Cookies are the best!

Juvenile Chao: I can make apple pie.

Young Bat: I...Alfred can make cookies!

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