I really don't care

Moore was so shocked that he held back his tears.

His heart beat faster and faster.Clark could hear Moore's heartbeat, it was an angry heartbeat, and this time Clark could be sure.

Moore's heartbeat was so strong that it almost rang in Clark's ears, especially loud.

Moore's expression was also very ferocious: "Uncle Kent... I, I have never heard of this."

"Red Hood didn't—" Clark said halfway, but he remembered something and closed his mouth.

The young man on the opposite side lowered his eyebrows, looking very unhappy, "I really never heard of it... I have been with him for a year, and I never asked him how he died, so he didn't say anything. "

Moore paused, raised his face, and pulled out a stiff smile, "Because, I think I'm a very considerate brother. Since he doesn't want to talk, I won't ask."

He smiled very stiffly, and he was obviously smiling, and he looked very good, but he looked sadder and uglier than crying.

"He used to be completely different from what he is now." Moore stretched out his hands and looked at his palms, "He's very cute."

"It's just that he was a little confused when he first woke up. It's not a big problem." Moore smiled, "I helped him recover."

The corners of Moore's mouth reached to the base of his ears, "So now I'm...very—very angry!"

Clark threw Poison Ivy to the ground, touched Moore's hair, a little at a loss and didn't know what to do, so he stretched out his hand and hugged the not-so-small young man into his arms, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. "

Moore felt even more uncomfortable. He grabbed Clark's clothes on the back, "The clown is still alive."

"Actually, Bat also wanted to kill him to avenge the Red Hood." Clark's breathing sounded around Moore's neck, "But I'm sorry, I actually stopped him."

Moore's hands trembled a little, and even his voice trembled a little—these superman Clark could feel it. He closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry, but you know that Batman must never cross the line."

Of course, after all, he had thought about this issue carefully before.

But over there is the father Batman, and here is the younger brother Jason, and Superman Clark is holding him in front of him.

Moore lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Ah, yes."

Hearing his voice, Clark, who was still holding Moore, felt a little uneasy and hesitated in his heart. He let go of his hand and stepped back, holding Moore's shoulder with his hand, "...Moore."

The omnipotent Clark opened his mouth several times at this moment, but he didn't know what to say.

He closed his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"It's hard for you to accept it, it's very unhappy...I'm sorry."

Superman was apologizing to him.Moore realizes this.He realizes how gentle Superman is, and he realizes why Clark is Superman.

Moore's eyes were a little sore again.

He lowered his head dejectedly, "It's okay...it's me, I'm not qualified, I'm too weak."

"It's all the clown's fault," Moore said.

Clark felt that if he let go, something strange would happen—he meant that something beyond his imagination would happen, something irreversible.

So Superman stared at Moore, organized his own words a few times, "Mole, don't worry about the red hood..."

'He's doing fine now. 'In this case, how can Clark speak.

Clark was obviously a superman, but at this moment he became speechless.

Moore didn't hear Clark's voice, and felt a little strange. He looked up and found that Clark in front of him didn't seem to know how to comfort people at all, and looked... sadder than him.

There was a very sad atmosphere lingering in Clark's whole body.

This made Moore want to laugh.He reached out and touched the top of Superman's head, "I understand, I understand."

"So don't bow your head." Moore comforted Clark in turn, "You can do more things, you are a superman, you are the top power in this world, you are the guardian of the earth, you are the pioneer of superheroes, you are The end of the criminal."

"Don't bow your head." Moore stretched out his hands to hold Clark's face, "Please don't bow your head. You are the darling of the stars, and you are our backing. Don't underestimate yourself."

"it's not your fault."

Moore smiled slightly, looking relieved, "Promise me, okay?"

Moore's whole body seemed to be shining brightly.

The setting sun cast a layer of warm orange light on him, like an ambiguous filter, which made Clark a little stunned.

The person in front of him was too gentle.

Clark suddenly understood why Moore was so loved by Jason.

He also somewhat understood why his partner still let him stay with the gangsters in Gotham.

Clark stood up straight, "Moore is a very gentle person."

As Moore said, he didn't lower his head, but lowered his eyelids slightly, but because the emotion in his eyes was too gentle, he couldn't see any power at all.

Moore was also a little stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he held his face and smiled, "How should I say it? I feel that Uncle Kent has no right to say that about me."

When two people who are too gentle are together, they are too accommodating to each other.

So gentle it makes me want to cry.

*

But that's where it ends.

Because Moore just lifted his foot super hard and stepped on Poison Ivy's back.

Under Clark's unbelievable eyes, he Shi Shiran explained: "Be careful, she woke up again."

Clark swears, he definitely heard Moore muttering: Why are you in such good health, if you don't wake up, can you avoid a few injuries?

Clark looked at the poor red-haired woman on the ground, bent down and lifted the poison ivy girl, he waved to Moore, "Then, I'll be back later, I'll send her back first."

Moore nodded, "Okay."

……

sunset.

Moore walked into a nearby small square, where many people were hanging out.

There are also many cute and lovely pigeons in the square.

Moore bought a bag of feed to feed them.

These pigeons were not afraid of strangers, they jumped over and looked at him with their heads tilted.Moore lost his temper. In this aspect, he was carved out of the same mold as Damian.

But Damian prefers to be furry, and Moore is fine as long as he has fur.

Feathers are also considered hairy.

There were several pigeons standing on Moore's hands soon, and a gray pigeon pecked at the white pigeon next to it, as if to dislike the white pigeon and block it.

Like a kowtow machine, they take turns lowering their heads and raising their heads to eat.

Kind of cute.

Moore sat on the bench, so popular that he was the only one on the whole bench.

He seems to have some strange aura, pigeons are all around, on his head, on his body, wherever he can stand.

The young man at this moment looked very gentle, without any hostility, and no one could have imagined that he would be mad.

This is what Clark saw when he came.

And there was a smile on his face.

It was the kind of unguarded smile that I didn't notice, and showed inadvertently.

Clark walked over quietly, but was not noticed by Moore, but was spotted by the pigeons.They flew up with a whirring sound, causing Moore to turn his head, and found that the person coming would not harm them. Just after Clark sat down, they flew back in groups with a huffing sound.

There is one more person on this bench.

Then... there was an extra human-shaped pigeon rack.

"Is this okay?" Moore sat there without moving, as if he was concentrating on teasing the pigeon, but he also focused on pricking up his ears, wanting to hear Clark's answer, "Aren't you in a hurry to find the bald head?"

Clark noticed Moore's small movements, and he couldn't help laughing, the pigeons moved their feet and stood in different places, as if he disliked his incompetence as a pigeon rack - but he was still caught by Moore's words His 'bald head' made me laugh, "It's okay, I'll find him later, he won't run away."

Moore seemed to answer casually: "That's right, he can't take it away. What about the big base, let alone the child can't leave the training cabin at all."

"...the training cabin." Clark repeated lightly.He remembered that his partner mentioned the birth path of his son...

Clark stared at Moore's side face, "Don't worry, I will be fine and take them back, never..."

He stopped suddenly.

Moore immediately turned his head away, revealing his concern, "Nothing at all?"

Clark stared at Moore's almost perfect face, as if seeing the young Batman more than ten years ago, he shook his head, "It's nothing."

He will not bring up this matter, nor will he say anything about it.

Because Clark is a very gentle person, and Moore is also a very gentle person.

If Clark didn't want to say it, Moore wouldn't ask.

This is mutual respect between people.

……

Moore raised his hand and released the pigeon in his hand, "Okay," he stood up, and the pigeon on his body flew out, as if he understood that he had something to do, and it didn't fly back after flying out, "Well... ...Let's do what we have to do, shall we?"

Moore asked Clark with a smile.

Clark also imitated him and threw them away, and the scene was very spectacular for a while, "Ah, okay, it's time to work."

Clark closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something. From his slightly furrowed brows, it probably couldn't be seen how much work he had put in.

Moore was watching from the side, also helping him out.

Although knowing that the pigeons that landed on his shoulders might not affect Clark's perception, just in case, Moore drove them away one by one.

The pigeons flew around them, as if they couldn't understand why Mo Er suddenly turned his face when he was so rare about them just now.

Moore saw Superman opened his eyes, and his eyes reflected a distant scene that didn't belong to this place, "I found it."

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