[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

Nightmares are always the same.

Maybe sometimes it's different.

Dirty and dark alleys, sudden figures, threatening screams and disputes, hot gun muzzles, pungent gunpowder smoke, scattered pearls, and dark red blood all over the sky.Then the red color turned into a broken cloak, which fluttered feebly among the ruins full of ashes and flames. The ominous green light made the eyes painful, and the sad and desolate sound of bagpipes echoed in the darkness.

When the alarm clock rang, Bruce had been staring at the solar system overhead for a while.Sunlight penetrates the light yellow and pink checked curtains, quietly invading the small room, and the crisp birdsong outside the window and the distant sound of tractors.There are no dark clouds or the never-ending rain, and the peaceful and ordinary morning in the small town seems like a long and peaceful dream to Bruce.And when he came down the creaking stairs, Martha was busy in the kitchen, bacon bread and coffee mixed with the morning radio.

Perhaps this is a further illusion than a dream.he thinks.

"Morning Bruce, did you rest well last night?" Martha greeted him cheerfully and slightly tiredly with her back turned.

"Very good. Thank you Mrs. Kent." Bruce went into the kitchen to help bring out the breakfast.

"Call me Martha, dear child." Martha smiled slightly. "if you are willing to."

"Of course I would...ah, I mean...Martha, I'm very, very willing." Bruce responded to Martha's smile with a slight embarrassment, and he sat down awkwardly and covered his panic with coffee.

"Slow down, Bruce, don't get burned." Martha put the sizzling fried egg on his plate, slowly sat across from him, and listened carefully to the never-accurate weather forecast on the radio .

Bruce looked at Martha's slightly sleepy eyes, then glanced at the dirty briefcase at the door, and sighed vaguely into the cup.

Wait for that, at least not now.

three days ago.

"Maybe you'd like to see this for yourself." Lucius held a document in front of Bruce.

"About what." President Wayne was busy without looking up. He was a little out of breath from the work he had accumulated due to the formation of the Justice League some time ago.

"A certain refunded compensation."

"It's not my job." Bruce frowned, already impatient.

"Maybe you won't think so after reading it." Lucius opened the file and stuffed it under his nose.

Bruce raised his hand impatiently and wanted to wave it away, but the clear "Kent" surname on it made him stunned, and he hurriedly grabbed the thin A4 papers.

"What's the reason?" Bruce's face became more and more gloomy.

"No mention."

"...I'll take care of it."

After a brief silence, Lucius got the president's answer.After the other party closed the door and went out, Bruce picked up the thin sheets of paper again. He looked at the words "Martha Kent" on them, and showed a rare overwhelmed expression.The glamorous playboy in the daytime and the frightening dark knight in the night became decadent for the first time in front of these few sheets of paper.

"I suggest you go there yourself." Alfred interjected with a cookie.

"You know I'm not good at this kind of thing at all." Bruce just came back from the night patrol, his messy black hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he tapped the keyboard vigorously, as if he wanted to vent his boundless anger, although tonight Six inmates had broken arms or legs.

"But it's your responsibility, or rather it's your responsibility." Alfred still held the cookie out of Bruce's reach, as if he wouldn't have a snack if he didn't agree.

"Alf, this thing is different from those damn business negotiations." Bruce's strength grew.

"I thought it was your hobby to challenge yourself, sir." Alfred calmly let the always calm Batman play childish temper in front of him.

"I--"

"With the help of Director Gordon and Miss Prince, your busiest period has passed." Alfred guessed what Bruce was going to say, and he cut off the back path unceremoniously. "And Lucius is in charge of the company most of the time."

"Pichazi——" A certain frail and damn button let itself be gameover without disappointment.

"...I'll go in person." Bruce stared at the cheerful spark for a moment, then resigned.

"Okay sir, I'll arrange it right away." Alfred immediately put down the cookie and left the Batcave, a speed Bruce had never seen before.

...so this is a cookie-cutter coercion?

"And master, my eyesight is a bit bad recently, I will trouble you to repair the keyboard yourself."

"Alph—"

The only answer to him was the heavy closing of the door.

I will fire him when I go back.

Bruce couldn't help gnashing his teeth while trying to repair the car covered in mud in the pouring rain.Before it was completely soaked, he finally gave up on repairing the piece of scrap iron and decided to walk to Kent's house helplessly.

Bruce picked up the briefcase and took a heavy step in the mud.