The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

"What do you do now, sleep?" Bruce raised his voice.

"Only a baby can go to bed so early." Clark smiled cunningly, pushed open the window and floated out of the house, turned back and handed Bruce his hand, "Come, take you to a place."

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"I gotta say, I don't like flying like that."

As they spoke, the two were flying low over a moonlit wheat field.

Clark didn't change into Superman's clothes, but was wearing the blue pajamas. Bruce's arms were held tightly by him, and he was forced to hang below. withdraw.

"But it's the fastest way." Clark replied happily, accelerated suddenly, and took Bruce in a big circle in mid-air, "Look, isn't the air here particularly fresh, and the scenery is also particularly good."

"I don't know if the air here is particularly fresh. I only know that if you keep turning, my arm will break." Bruce gritted his teeth slightly while enduring the discomfort of weightlessness.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Clark quickly corrected his attitude, honestly took on the job duties of "Superman Flight", and dared not do any more unnecessary things.

After a while, the two arrived at a pitch-black forest, and not long after flying in, a pond appeared in front of their eyes.

The dense jungle came to an abrupt end here, and the intertwined branches formed a circle, and a "skylight" was opened above the pond. The bright moonlight cast on the water surface, with silvery spots, like a sprinkle of broken silver.

Clark sat down by the lake, the moonlight fell on him, as if covered with a layer of white veil, Bruce couldn't see his expression clearly, only thought that his eyes were surprisingly bright, and he should be in a good mood.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Bruce, who had regained his freedom, quickly adjusted his wrinkled clothes, and walked towards him with a frown, "In just a few minutes, do you know how many confidentiality regulations you have violated?"

"Don't spoil the fun, Bruce." Clark laughed.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the pond, "This is where I first landed on this planet."

"More than 20 years ago, the spaceship I was on crashed here, and my father and mother discovered me when they drove past here."

Bruce sat down beside him, calmly looked at the sparkling water, and subconsciously calculated in his mind how big a spaceship would need to hit with how much force to make such a big hole.

"I always feel that you are thinking about something strange." Clark's eyes were a little weird.

"It's nothing." Bruce said without changing his expression.

Fortunately, Clark didn't delve into it, and introduced it to Bruce with great interest.

He has so many things that he wishes to share with Bruce, such as the fireflies that look like stars by the lake in summer, the clusters of platycodon blooms in autumn, the morning glow, the night breeze, the feeling of riding on a tree branch and picking those red fruits ...

Bruce listened quietly, and Clark's simple but not boring childhood gradually took shape in his mind.

"But it was very sad for a while." Clark said with a smile, "At that time, I just awakened my ability, and I couldn't control it well, and I always accidentally broke things."

"At that time, I was quite young and timid, but it was popular to read ghost stories in the class. The children wanted to save their breath, and they had to follow them if they were afraid. After reading them, they couldn't fall asleep. Sometimes they would fly here. At that time, here There isn't that much water yet, it's just a big round hole, like a meteor crater."

"Wouldn't it be more frightening to fly to such a place?"

Clark's smile faded a little, and he said with some embarrassment, "At that time, my fear was different from others. I always thought that I might be a demon, an evil spirit, a monster possessed by a ghost, etc. in the story. , I am very worried that one day I will lose control and be invaded by strange things in my body like in the story, which will kill people around me.”

"But I found out later that there are no evil spirits and demons. In fact, I am an alien." Seeing some changes in Bruce's eyes, Clark said hastily.

"There's nothing wrong with being an alien, you can live with the sun hanging in the sky."

But Bruce understands that even for an alien, the standard of "being able to live" is not something to be happy about in itself.

"Tell me about you." Clark said, "It's been a long time, and I haven't heard you talk about the past."

"My business..." Bruce leaned back against the grass, the starry sky reflected in his lead blue pupils.

The night here is not like the constant darkness of Gotham, nor the bright neon lights of the metropolis. It is more original, Bruce thought, maybe this is what the starry sky looks like originally.

Clark lay beside him, his head tilted to look at him.

"I have nothing to say about my affairs," Bruce said.

The brilliant stars gradually faded before his eyes, and he seemed to see the alley that swallowed his parents again.

Crime Alley.

Men and women in pools of blood, children kneeling on the ground crying, and the back of the fleeing figure further away.

His hands clenched.

"The fun of rich people is not the same as that of a small town boy like you." He heard himself say with a smile, "beautiful cars, delicious food, and your own business empire, you can get what you want, from the age of 8 From the very beginning, I stood in the center of the crowd and was the envy of everyone."

Baby Brucey used sweet words to lead the story in a happier direction. Although it was a little twisted, these were all facts, and he wasn't lying at all.

But Clark didn't show any envy or expected joy for him, instead a little distressed in his sky blue eyes, "It's hard work, isn't it?"

It's not condescending embarrassing pity or sympathy, but distress.

He didn't know what happened to Bruce when he was 8 years old, and he didn't know how sweet and beautiful the "enviable" upper-class life in his mouth was, but for an 8-year-old child, he was forced to take on the world of adults. It's hard work anyway.

Bruce hissed, and slapped his outstretched hand on his face, feeling that he had nothing to say.

"You... are simply too..."

Clarke is really a strange person, sometimes deadly dull, but in some particularly off-the-wall, but sharp and scary.

But it was because of this that he went against his reason again and again and became emotional.

During the period of separation, Bruce also took a period of time outside of work to reflect on this relationship-this kind of thing is actually quite a scary thing for him.

The reflection is not on how to get along with each other in the future, but on a deeper level, whether it should be maintained or not.

He will die sooner or later, and in this world where aliens gather together and people with superpowers are flying all over the sky, he feels that he may die sooner.

Reason told him that it would not be a good thing for both of them to continue. He knew himself, and his excessive desire for control was destined to make him unable to get rid of the problem of "thinking too much", especially after experiencing the first few days. He couldn't help wondering what would have happened if Clark hadn't stopped then.

What's more, Clark... He didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to see such a broken, painful and desperate look on that face again.

The hopeful child of the metropolis should be happy every day, and it doesn't matter if he is silly or sweet, even if he is flying around to save the cat.

But he still came.

Bruce waved his hand as if giving up, and said dissatisfiedly, "Okay, okay, that's all for today."

Who can bear to force a spoiled Brucey baby?Not even Superman, Clark shrugged, and honestly took Bruce back to his room.