The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

"I don't believe it! This is no excuse!" Clark said excitedly.

"Relax, relax, you'll wake up the neighbors." Bruce patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

Barry smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I just assumed."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry..." Clark said incoherently.

After getting the desired information, Bruce acted as a mediator again, "Okay gentlemen, it's late, you should go to bed, Clark, you have to go to work early tomorrow morning, Barry should also take a good rest."

When Barry fell asleep on the sofa and Bruce returned to his room, Clark's bed was empty.

He leaned his upper body out of the window and climbed up to the roof of the building several times by climbing the water pipe.

Sure enough, Clark in pajamas was huddled on the roof, his face buried between his arms.

"It's not a good thing to have wind blowing on the roof in the middle of the night." Bruce propped up on the roof, only half of his body was exposed.

Only then did Clark reveal his face a little from the crook of his arms, "Come up, it's dangerous."

Bruce persevered as he said, walked over to Clark, sat down on the cold tiles, and looked up at the stars.

Two people sat side by side, one raised his head and the other lowered his head, and no one interfered with the other.

After a long time, Clark's voice came in a low voice, "I didn't expect this to happen..."

Bruce didn't answer.

Clark smiled wryly, and tightened his grip, "Luthor is right, Superman is a threat, I should have realized this a long time ago, my God... I can't even imagine..."

"What do you think is the future?" Bruce looked at the sky and suddenly said softly.

The sudden question took Clark's attention away.

He raised his head and looked at the starry sky, "The future?"

His eyes allow him to see many things that are invisible to the naked eye. In the vast universe, there are bright star clusters, the flow of nebulae, and the flashing of stars when they collapse... The magnificent picture attracted his attention and made him feel depressed. , sadness, anger, sadness and disbelief filled the mood a little less.

"It's hope."

His hand subconsciously held down his chest, where the crest of the Al family was located.

His father taught him that no matter what happens now, as long as he doesn't give up, the future will always be full of hope, and his other father handed the clothes into his hands.

Thinking of them, Clark felt that he felt a little better in his heart, but it seemed to be even more uncomfortable.

They are all very good people, because of them, he will become what he is today.

But his future self failed them.

"Hopefully..." Bruce sighed, "Not bad."

"What's your answer?"

"It's possible." Bruce said, "Just as countless lines can be drawn between two points, there are countless points in the future, which represent infinite possibilities."

"The future Superman has fallen." Clark pointed out this fact without hesitation.

He defines what Barry witnesses as depravity, and as he said at the beginning, there is no reason for him to beautify that conclusion.

He betrayed the love and teaching of Jonathan and Martha, and tarnished the coat of arms of the Al family.

"It's one of those possibilities," Bruce said.

"But it came true!" Clark tore at his cuff irritably, not understanding why Bruce, who was so smart, couldn't understand this.

"Right now it hasn't materialized."

Bruce deliberately emphasized the word "now", and Clark was taken aback.

Bruce leaned on the tiles, "Of course, there is always this possibility, but don't ignore it because everyone has this possibility, even the kindest and most upright gentleman. It’s not like I’ve never had any malicious thoughts.”

"I have said long ago that Superman is a threat. It has nothing to do with whether he is a good person or whether he is sincerely doing good deeds. It is because his power is too strong, and the world is destined to be unable to bear the possibility of him becoming bad. but……"

He paused, noticing that Clark was looking at him nervously, and continued, "But just denying everything now because of the possibility that he will turn bad in the future is something that idiots would do."

"What we should do is to prepare a response plan in advance to ensure that that day will never come, or even if it does come, we will have sufficient means to deal with him." He tilted his head and said jokingly, "For example, enough preparation in advance Buried his kryptonite?"

Clark unconsciously shivered.

Just hearing that name made him feel like his whole body was throbbing again.

Bruce stood up, "Okay, small town boy, just go to bed if you want to, because you'll be busy tomorrow."

"You really... don't mind at all?" When Bruce walked to the edge of the eaves, Clark's voice came from behind him.

Bruce snorted without changing his face, but the baby Bruce in his heart felt that Clark's eager eyes seemed a little cute, "We can't choose what we will meet, but we can choose what we will become."

"Many years ago, I stood at a crossroads, and I could fully see my future. I might become a pampered young master, a successful entrepreneur, a wandering homeless man, a bad businessman who puts interests first, and even a brother. Tan's least lacking criminal...but I let myself go down an unknown path and turned myself into what I am now."

"And you are just seeing one of the many choices that Superman may face in advance."

"Bruce!"

Bruce stopped, and the impatience was already on Brucey's baby face, which made the little reporter's original courage leak like a balloon punctured by a needle.

"That... I... I..."

"Just say something, I still have to sleep." Bruce stared at him accusingly.

"Actually..." Clark gritted his teeth, "Actually——I am Superman."

"Oh." Bruce responded casually, "It's okay, I'll go first."

The completely different reaction than expected made Clark feel overwhelmed. He was worried that Bruce would reject him after confessing—after all, he thought Bruce was already a very important friend to him—but now his Worried that it didn't come true, not only did he not relax, but he felt even more stuffy.

"Hey, did you hear that? I'm Superman! I'm not lying to you, I'm not kidding!"

Bruce climbed back into the house along the pipe, Clark followed closely behind him, even floating in mid-air on purpose to make himself look more convincing.

"Oh, I got it." Bruce said impatiently, "So what about Superman, the bank card isn't in a perennial deficit, and he doesn't go to work from [-] to [-] every day, and the manuscripts in the middle of the night will be overthrown and restarted... ..."

Clark felt that he had been imperceptibly pierced by thousands of arrows, and even the Man of Steel was useless.

...Thinking about it this way...it seems that there is really nothing special about it.

"Ah."

Where no one can see, Bruce laughs genuinely for the first time this evening.