The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Bruce has a headache.

In all fairness, no one will believe this kind of innocent words spoken out of feeling, no matter where they are placed.

But it was a trouble, and an inexplicable trouble at that.

Putting the identity of Superman there, even if it is the most incredible legend, those tabloid reporters will follow like bees smelling the fragrance of flowers.

He is not afraid of his manor being spied on, but as a person who was once called the Gotham baby, the jewel in the dark crown, the media darling, and the white knight of Gotham, he understands the feeling of being surrounded by microphones and cameras. No matter where you go, there are people chasing and blocking you, how uncomfortable it is.

At that time, Clark will no longer have the opportunity to change clothes casually. Just imagine what to do if Clark is being targeted by multiple units of cameras when aliens invade or someone calls for help. With Clark's acting skills, it is hard to say whether he will show his flaws in a hurry .

Bruce didn't want to see the image of Feitian Clark on the headlines of the newspaper one day.

"Trust me, I won't say anything, and I won't cause trouble for you." Tim said sincerely, "I just hope you can train me to become as strong as them, I think..."

"Hate shouldn't be your pursuit in life, child." Clark rubbed his head gently.

Tim wants to refute, he wants to say that he is not for revenge, he wants to say that he has a greater purpose, he wants to say that he also wants to be a hero and protect more people...but a warm palm is pressed on his head , as his father did every time he left home.

All of Tim's words were stuck in his throat.

His eyes began to sore uncontrollably, and the forced indifference could no longer be maintained. His body began to tremble, and a sound similar to a choking and a low growl came out of his throat.

He couldn't tell, really.

The faces of his parents kept turning and turning in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of warm and happy scenes of a family of three together.

They don't get together often, but he knows that there will always be two people who miss him in an unknown place, which makes him not have to hesitate and be afraid no matter what he encounters.

But from now on, there is no more, nothing.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and his lips, which were cracked and cracked due to lack of water, broke through tiny bloody cuts.

He had to admit that he didn't have so many great ideals and beliefs in his heart.

He just wants revenge!

"They killed my parents." Tim's eyes widened, staring at Clark stubbornly, "right in front of me, I can't do anything."

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously glanced at Bruce from the corner of his eye. Bruce didn't know what he was thinking, but his expression didn't change.

He seemed to be looking at this side, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything.

Clark thought for a while, squatted down in front of Tim, looked directly at him, and said word by word, "You've done a good job."

"You protected their children." Clark tried to slow down his voice, and said in the gentlest tone of his life, "You let their greatest love and concern in this world survive, and they will be with you from now on, here , your heart. It's the best thing you can do for them, you know?"

Tim was stunned for a moment, and his gushing emotions inexplicably calmed down a little.

So Clark stood up and stroked his head again.

His smile is beautiful, and the worn-out black-rimmed glasses can't hide the taste of the sunshine that hits his face.

Why didn't anyone find out that he was Superman?Tim thought blankly, he was obviously so obvious.

How could such a warm person like the sun be an ordinary person?

"Can I really not stay?" Tim blurted out out of nowhere.

Then even he was stunned, this was not his original plan.

"Of course you can stay." Bruce moved away from the table and walked over, "I can even teach you some, um, self-defense."

Tim's eyes lit up and he turned his head quickly.

"But you have to promise me one thing." Bruce said seriously, at this moment, he didn't regard the person in front of him as a child.

Tim met those deep eyes that he couldn't see through, and the deep emotions in them made him stand up unconsciously, straightening his back like an adult.

Then he heard Bruce say something like, "You can't use what you learn from me for something other than protecting yourself until you find something you really want to do."

"that's it?"

"That's it." Bruce nodded.

"Okay, I promise."

Tim looked puzzled, but this sudden change was a big surprise to him, and he certainly wouldn't miss it.

But in the end, I was still puzzled. Halfway up the stairs, Tim turned around and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will do bad things after I learn it?"

"I'll...the Justice League will stop you," Bruce said.

So Tim finally smiled and ran back to his room.

"Is this really okay?" Clark asked puzzled.

"He needs a goal." Bruce said, wondering if he thought of himself in his childhood, his lips pursed slightly, "I believe he can do well."

"Tim's a good boy, they're good boys."

"Don't you think he's too young?"

"But he's going to grow up," Bruce said. "He can decide his own path."

He has never raised a child, and in his life experience, no one can teach him how to be a father to a child after the age of 8.

But he thought maybe he should try it more seriously.

"Fortunately, we should be able to wait until then."

Clark finally laughed.

"Ok!"

The next few days were still spent step by step, but almost all the submarine volcanoes were suppressed, Arthur was also free, and he could come over to help with some things, and the alliance's manpower was finally a little looser.

During the period, the alliance held a meeting to decide whether to accept Shazam as a full member. Diana voted against, Hal opposed, Arthur opposed, and Bruce chose to agree.

"He's still a..."

"Son, I know." Bruce said, he looked extremely calm, "but he helped the alliance repel Darkseid, and his strength is beneficial to the alliance."

"But this is crazy, how can you let a child face such a dangerous thing." Hal frowned tightly.

"I will train him, closely consider his ability, and try to give him tasks that he can handle." Bruce said, "The danger factor of letting him wander outside and use his power to secretly attack criminals is far higher than that of us. , and we have no right to interfere with the actions of a free man, even if he is a minor hero."

Barry looked at him, hesitated for a while, and agreed.

"I'll watch him too," he added.

Jon also nodded. As the only hero present who could hear everyone's voice, after weighing the pros and cons, he chose an option that was more beneficial to the alliance.

So the final decision fell to Superman again, and everyone looked to the chairman of the league.

Clark felt a lot of pressure. This was the first time he had to face a situation where he had to make choices for someone else's life after passing the school's voting age for class president.

He thought about it for a long time, not because he didn't believe in Bruce's ability, but as the chairman of the league, he had the obligation to carefully weigh whether every decision he made was really appropriate.

But in the end he stood up, "I agree with B's suggestion, but I require that every hero in the alliance must set up a display screen to pay attention to the situation in Fawcett City when the watchtower is on duty. Every task you assign to him must Inform the alliance in advance and get the consent of more than half of the heroes, before he can be alone, if he needs to face super criminals, at least one adult hero must guarantee to rescue at any time."

"can."

In the next three years, the earth entered a stable period, and the cities destroyed in the last battle began to slowly rebuild, and the infected people gradually regained their sobriety with the help of Kryptonian technology provided by Clark.

I don’t know if the story of defeating Darkseid spread in the circle of aliens. They never faced threats from outside the earth. People’s lives began to return to the original order little by little. There are still conspiracy and crimes. It keeps popping up, but most of them are small troubles that humans can solve.

The companions of the alliance gradually no longer need to be full-time heroes and start to enjoy their own lives. During this process, the newly joined Shazam and Victor also played a role that cannot be ignored.

Over the past three years, Bruce has discovered some new heroes in some new cities. Some of them are brave, some are resourceful, some are knowledgeable... Some of them accepted the olive branch of the Alliance and became the leaders of the Watchtower. One member, others prefer to be lone rangers, and the alliance respects the choice of each hero.

In the third year and six months, the heavy-faced Alfred dragged Bruce out of the Batcave.

"I don't know if I should tell you about this." Alfred looked a little weird, "But I think it might be better to let you know."

"what's up?"

"In the second year after you left, I was diagnosed with cancer." Alfred said calmly, "It has spread completely and cannot be cured. A few days before meeting you again, Mrs. Leslie diagnosed me. There are still three months at most."

"What! You..." Brusten stood up, his tone was hurried and even faintly flustered.

But the old man standing in front of him still looked calm. He stretched out his hand to comfort the child he was raising, "Calm down, I'm still here. You saw it. This is exactly what I want to tell you."

"I made a private appointment with a great doctor, but found a very strange situation." He took out another test report, "I'm very old, but luckily my memory is also good, this The results on the checklist are exactly the same as Mrs. Leslie's diagnosis three years ago."

"That is to say, during the past three years, my physical condition has not changed at all, sir, this is very abnormal."

A few minutes later, Clark appeared at Wayne Manor, and then flew back to the Fortress of Solitude holding the newly rebuilt Batplane.

With the help of alien technology, the incurable diseases on the earth were easily removed, just like the scars on Bruce's body were removed in the first place.

But the fortress AI also came to a conclusion that shocked everyone.

The cells in Alfred's body were in a state of complete stagnation. Although they could still digest and absorb normally and maintain the body's functioning, his cells no longer differentiated, died or weakened.

"This is a brand new power, not magic, nor technology, I prefer it to be a 'law'. In other words, his time is stagnant, and his body will always be in the state of the moment when he was stagnated, Theoretically speaking, he will no longer be old or weak, nor will he die naturally with the passage of time, of course, the situation of being killed is not counted." Fortress AI explained, "Not only him, Carl, I searched again The database, and found that Mr. Bruce was in the same condition, but because I only repaired his trauma, I ignored this part of the information."

"Oh my God!" Alfred exclaimed.

From the moment the AI ​​says time stands still, Clarke enters a state of complete confusion.

Super's brain was blank, and he couldn't listen to anything behind. He only had one sentence in his mind, "Bruce won't die."

He thought that he was already prepared to lose everything one day and wander the world like a ghost forever, until one day it went out with the sun, but he didn't realize until then that he was just trying to hypnotize himself not to think about it.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how much fear was still hidden in his heart.

Clark turned his head stiffly, he almost thought he could hear the creaking sound of his stiff bones.

Bruce was reading the report, his handsome face was frowning, and there was no expression of joy or happiness.

Clark's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

He suddenly realized what immortality means to an intelligent life.

He will have to wake up and witness every familiar person or thing being torn to pieces by the torrent of time before his eyes, becoming forever an alien, a monster who has to wander from place to place forever, never being able to communicate normally with people.

"Can it... be lifted?" Clark heard himself say.

He felt very empty in his heart, wishing to find a place where there was no one to hug him and cry, but he also felt that he was very dry, his throat and eyes were so dry that he couldn't shed a single tear.

"Sorry, this is the domain of the gods." AI said, "But according to my guess, if they can return to their original timeline, their time will also come back."

But the cosmic treadmill can no longer be used, at least not for the time being.

He felt ashamed to find a small flame within himself that he wished never could.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Bruce's voice reached his ears, "It's not your fault."

"I'm... sorry... I'm so sorry..." Clark said dryly, his fists clenched tightly.

But there was a hand covering his, pulling away his clenched fingers one by one, and lightly brushing the blood-red hole that he pinched out by himself.

He sighed, finally making up his mind at this moment.

"I'm just worried about the kids," he said. "It's not fun to never grow up."

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he even made a joke, "I promised you, I will spend the rest of my life watching you not to go astray, and now it seems that this time will be extended."

Clark still lowered his head, "...Really?"

"real."

A huge force knocked Bruce out and hit the wall of the Fortress of Solitude. Clark hugged him tightly and whispered fiercely in his ear, "I gave you a chance. No matter what happens in the future, even if you regret it , even if you hate me and scold me, I will never let you go!"

Bruce froze for a moment, then reached out and hugged him back.

"I see."

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