The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Clark walked over and knocked on the car window unceremoniously.

The car window rolled down, revealing Bruce's handsome face, "Surprise, sweetheart~"

Clara opened the door and sat in. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, "It's a surprise, only surprise but not joy, but for the sake of being a former tenant, I will give you a chance to ask for a back payment. .”

Bruce whistled, "Then I have to work hard."

Clark said solemnly, "Of course, your rivals are all over the world."

Before he finished speaking, he himself laughed out of joy.

Bruce also hooked the corner of his mouth, then held the steering wheel with one hand, and picked up a cardboard box from the passenger seat with the other, "By the way, here's a present for you."

Clark leaned over to take it, and there seemed to be something moving inside the heavy box.

"What is this...Wow!"

He lifted the top cardboard, and a little furry head came out of the box impatiently. The watery sky blue eyes looked at him innocently, and let out a soft "meow~".

It was a several-month-old chinjila cat, only a little bigger than a palm, covered with silver-white soft long hair, smooth and full of luster, with a short and fluffy tail slightly raised, which looked a bit like a squirrel tail.

Its front paws rested on the edge of the box, its pink and tender flesh pads were exposed, and it touched Clark's arm tentatively. Its furry head was raised high, looking very majestic.

Clark's eyes lit up, "It's so beautiful."

He has been fond of small animals since he was a child, but he is usually too busy with work, and his second job is even busier. He really doesn't have the energy to take care of a delicate little pet, so he can only pet it when he is carrying the cat down the tree.

"Does it look particularly like you when you hold your head high?"

"No, no, the look of looking left and right is quite similar to yours." Clark resolutely objected while stroking the cat.

The kitten is very courageous and not afraid of people at all. It seems to have a strong interest in Clark's fingers. It puts its head against Clark's fingers and turns around affectionately, and gently bites it with its sharp teeth. Clark's finger, Clark quickly softened the skin of his finger, so as to avoid the tragedy of the kitten being forced to lose its teeth as soon as it grows teeth.

"What's its name?" Clark asked enthusiastically.

Bruce paused before saying, "Alfred."

Clark felt his heart tighten, and even the smile froze on his face.

Alfred, the name of Bruce's "father" in the original world.

"I'm sorry." After a while, he said sullenly.

Bruce curled his lips, with a look of indifference, "Don't take everything on yourself, you are a superman, not a fairy."

The atmosphere in the carriage became dull, and Clark teased the cat aimlessly, but his eyes were anti-aircraft, and he looked like he was so distraught that it took him a long time to notice that they were not going back to the manor. way.

"Where is this going?"

"Didn't you agree to go to see Martha together?"

Clark was stunned for a moment before he noticed that this was indeed the way out of the city to Kantas, but Clark usually flew, so he couldn't react immediately.

"Actually, it's faster for me to take you by flying." Clark said shyly.

"It's better to be more formal when we meet for the first time." Bruce said, "And tomorrow is the first regular meeting of the alliance. As ordinary people, it's best for us to leave the metropolis for a while."

"But I still have to go to work..."

"The boss granted you leave, anyway, your recent manuscripts have been reworked." Bruce said lazily.

"Perry said that you need a period of time to find a place to empty your mind filled with black transvestites, and think about what you should focus on as a reporter instead of wasting precious time here. Something that has no explosive point." He imitated Perry's voice and lowered his voice with a look of dissatisfaction, and then laughed again, "Seriously, you should listen to his opinion, even if you Pick a little bit of lace news about our heroic Amazonian princess, and write about it casually, and you won’t be rejected 42 times in a row.”

"The emergence of the Justice League has indeed played a great role in calming people's nervousness and panic and stabilizing social order. More and more people are willing to get out of cellars, air-raid shelters, and emergency shelters, and return to normal work and life. And when the heroes circled around the sky of the city for a few times, most of the punks and speculators who took the opportunity to make trouble disappeared. Reporting them should not be just to attract people's attention, but It should be to allow people to understand their deeds at the first time, understand what they have done for the world, and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings in subsequent exchanges." Clark said seriously, "Of course the princess is very good, other heroes of the alliance They are also very good, but a lot of people are reporting on them, and there is no shortage of my article, but there are too few reporters who are willing to really go deep and try to understand Batman, rather than distorting this image for the sake of breaking the point. So that's where I should be."

"Bats don't need an image." Bruce said lightly.

His positioning of himself was not originally a radiant hero image, being chased by the police with dogs, being criticized by reporters for being in the company of mice and cockroaches in dark corners... These are as common as commonplace to him.

It's not so much that he can't change it, but that he is so happy. Without his intentional guidance, things might not be passed on as they were later.

Gotham doesn't need heroes, only stronger criminals can scare off a gang of criminals.

Fear was his strength, and the repulsion and hatred that went with it were but a price.

No one can get anything without paying a price.

"No one needs an image, and no one deserves to work hard and be misunderstood. Restoring the truth is the basic ethics of a reporter." Clark argued, he stopped Bruce who was still opening his mouth, "This is my business, We have agreed not to interfere with each other, you can't control it!"

Bruce was helpless, "I think you have to stay in the sports page for the rest of your life with your professional ethics."

The distance from the metropolis to the farm is actually not that far away. If Clark was allowed to fly by himself, he would be there in a blink of an eye. But if Bruce drove, they didn't see the scattered lights on the farm until it was completely dark.

Martha had been waiting by the window for a long time, and when she saw the headlights coming in, she immediately came out to meet them.

Bruce opens the car door and takes a good look at the great woman who raised and taught Superman, Clark's mother.

As Clark once said, she is a gentle, kind and understanding woman, just like...his Martha.

That long dusty past reappeared inadvertently, Bruce's eyes couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia, but this didn't affect his movements. He quickly walked up to her and took the initiative to hold her arm.

I don't know how Clark introduced her to her. Martha was not surprised by Bruce's arrival, but welcomed him very much.

She was gentle as if she was looking at her other child, and pulled Bruce into the house, "Be hungry, come, I just baked an apple pie, using the freshest apples."

"Bruce, you are really blessed. Even I can't eat Martha's apple pie every time I come back." Clark closed the door with a smile, "I've decided, I'm jealous!"

"You child! Didn't you say that you want to do it yourself and let me consider your craftsmanship?" Martha laughed and scolded, raising her hand to rub Clark's hair vigorously.

Clark bent down exaggeratedly, pretending to be struggling desperately but being held firmly, screaming pain in his mouth.

Bruce watched from the side, and his expression became warm and soft involuntarily.

He found that Clark's behavior was very different from usual, and he was a lot more indulgent. Maybe it was because no one here would think of him as a superman, and only here did he completely get rid of his superman status. He was just a woman's son. .

At this point, even Bruce himself has no way to give it to him, because even Bruce himself has no way to sever the relationship between himself and Batman, or to put it more bluntly, Bruce is just a skin, and Batman is him. core, and how does a superhero give another superhero a truly ordinary life.

Maybe Martha is also a superpower, and her superpower happens to be super insight. She seems to have discovered the flash of loneliness in the world's best detective and master of disguise, let go of Clark, and walked over to hold his hand. hand.

"Good boy, Clark doesn't usually bring friends here, so I trouble you to drive such a long way."

"It's all right ma'am, nice to meet you."

The kitten in the box probably smelled the food, so it pushed open the lid of the box with its head, and let out a "meow".

"Oh, what a cute little baby." Martha took the cardboard box happily, "It's been in the box for so long, it's too late, my little sweetheart, I'm going to prepare goat milk and cat litter for you."

The more he got in touch with, the more Bruce felt that Martha was a very unique person, and only such a person could educate Clark so well.

It is very comfortable to communicate with her. She never restrains them by virtue of her status as an elder, nor does she stick to the gap between the status of host and guest... Even people who are taciturn can't help but say a few words in front of her. What's more, Bruce already knew the art of speech very well.

After a meal, the host and guests had a good time, Martha happily showed Bruce the old photos of Clark when he was a child, and by the way told him all the embarrassing things about him when he was a child, until Clark covered his face and announced that he would have no face in the future. .

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Martha led Bruce to Clark's room and took out Clark's previous set of bedding. Before leaving, she took the kitten away and gave Clark a meaningful look.

Bruce closed the door, turned around and asked Clark, "What the hell did you tell Martha?"

"I told you about our relationship." Clark smiled silly, "Don't worry, Martha likes you very much. I haven't seen her so happy for a long time."