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Bruce turned the house around, and already had a preliminary understanding of Clark in his mind.

He walked back to the sofa and stared at the appetizing-looking yellow apple pie.

"You did it?"

"Yeah." Clark laughed, with a little warm expression on his face, "My mother is very good at making apple pies, and I think I inherited a little bit of her talent."

"Amazing talent." Clarke said it with an expression that somehow reminded Bruce of Alfred.

"My... father always hoped that I could learn a little cooking skills, so that I could take care of myself when he was too old to take care of me." His eyes darkened, and his tone became long, with a hint of indecision Nostalgia or something else, "But every time he tried to teach me, our kitchen always had to be redecorated, and he gave up after too many times, but he always liked to mock that I would die before I was killed. Starve yourself first."

"You have a very good father." Clark listened quietly and said sincerely.

He paused, and then said, "Superman will definitely find a way to send you back."

"It's better to be realistic." Bruce smiled, looking nonchalant.

"What about you?" He took a big bite out of the pie, and teased in the sweet voice of Baby Bruce, "Since we may need to live together for a long time, I think I should get to know my cohabitant in advance."

"I'm from a small town farm in Kansas, and I'm currently working for the Daily Planet." Bruce's overly focused eyes made Clark unconsciously nervous, and his fingers gently twisted his clothes, "Five years ago, I went out on a trip. Yuanmen, I just came back recently, er... I don’t have much savings, so I moved here from the urban area, the rent is cheaper, but the journey is a bit far, and I have to go to work at six o’clock every morning.”

Of course, Superman could have arrived at work in a flash, Clark added in his mind, but when someone lives with him, even Superman has to put away his cheating tricks and honestly squeeze his rest time , It's really a little wronged to think so.

While eating the apple pie, Bruce silently raised the task of going out to make money by two priorities.

Even when I introduce myself to someone, I don’t forget to add that I don’t have enough savings. How serious is this person’s financial situation?

After eating, the two disagreed again on the issue of sleep.

The little reporter who has been living alone has only one single bed at home, and the narrow sofa and table obviously cannot meet the sleeping requirements of an adult man.

Clark insisted on putting Bruce on the bed and sitting on the sofa all night. He had good reasons for doing so. For Superman, sleep was just a habit. Bruce, who had just recovered from his body, obviously needed a good night's sleep to refresh his mind. and physical strength.

But Batman obviously can't do anything like doves and magpies' nests, insisting that he can sleep on the carpet. For the Dark Knight, staying up for a night or two is completely commonplace. Nor is it necessarily possible to rest for a few hours.

The two confronted each other over who should sleep in the bed, and neither would let the other go, but neither could explain their reasons to the other, so they could only be so stiff.

Until it was almost midnight, Clark chose to take a step back and said hesitantly, "Otherwise, we can make do with one night together, and I'll go buy another bed tomorrow."

The two people who had their own concerns just lay down on the same bed.

At the beginning, Clark didn't dare to close his eyes at all. He turned sideways, shrunk to the base of the wall as much as possible, and held his glasses with one hand. He made up his mind that he would rather be treated as a spectacle freak than protect his secret identity.

But as time went by, listening to the sound of breathing and the steady and powerful heartbeat close at hand, for some reason, he gradually felt himself calm down.

Since returning to the earth, Clark has never had a moment of real peace. The sad Martha, Louis who has entered the marriage hall, and the human beings who have completely forgotten him. Clark stabbed another knife in his heart.

Facing this unrecognizable world, facing the earth-shaking changes around him and the almost completely subverted life, sadness, tiredness, loneliness and depression suddenly became the main theme of his life, and sometimes he even wondered why he did these things , until another scream woke him up from his stupor.

Gradually, people accepted him again, and some people began to call his name when they encountered difficulties.

Clark tried his best to make himself live like before, he was sunny, smiling, and gentle...but only he knew that the fatigue in his heart had never faded, and the doubts had never weakened.

So he worked harder, worked harder to save people, devoted all his time to these two causes, and tried his best not to think about it.

But the loneliness that follows him like a shadow refuses to let him go, and always sneaks at the door in the middle of the dream at midnight, making him uneasy in his dreams.

Until that day, he met another hero.

No one can understand the shock and joy in Clark's heart at that moment. The loneliness that no one understands and the loneliness of walking alone seem to be finally relieved at that moment.

Another hero—although he has no superpowers and refuses to admit that he is a hero—his actions undoubtedly gave Clark a shot in the arm, allowing him to see a glimmer of hope again, allowing him to Knowing that he is not the only one who is trudging on this tortuous road.

For Clark, he is not only a hero, but also a partner and comrade on the road of justice, so he even took him into the Fortress of Solitude regardless of the danger of the secret being leaked, and let him live in his own at the risk of revealing his identity. home.

The warm body temperature was transmitted through a thin layer. Gradually, Clark felt that his consciousness was a little blurred. He rolled himself up, found a more comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep.

The last thought emerged vaguely—he seems to be working too hard recently, ask Perry for a vacation tomorrow, and take Bruce to the metropolis...

When Clark fell asleep completely, Bruce on the other side opened his eyes with a swipe.

For him, it was still early, and it was usually the time for night patrol.

While the city doesn't need a big, dark bat patrolling the streets every night, the habit won't break anytime soon.

Bruce walked to the window and looked out through the moonlight.

Dots of lights came from the distant city, and the night sky was brightly lit.

He's not in Gotham anymore...

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Bruce walked back to the bed.

Clark was in a deep sleep, his head was tilted to one side, half of his original glasses had fallen off, and only half of the glasses legs were hanging obliquely on his ears, his delicate face was unobstructed.

"..."

Bruce looked at him speechlessly, not sure whether he was spoiled by this world with generally bad eyes or whether he was too strong to take the threat seriously, he hesitated for a while, out of humanitarianism, he stretched out a finger Help him straighten his glasses.

Clark dreamed a few words he couldn't understand, and shrank even tighter.