[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

As one of the older women, Martha Kent can no longer enjoy the nightly movie channel that she did in her youth, falling asleep halfway through an episode.But don't worry about that, Jonathan would wake her up in the past few years, in case she would catch a cold from sleeping on the sofa, and later it became Clark, no matter how far away, her son would always be there when time allowed When he came back, he lightly carried her, who was already asleep, back to the bedroom.

Oh, 'time permitting'.

Thinking of this, Martha couldn't help smiling, her son who was busy with work, love and saving the world, the son who struggled to code in the narrow workplace, the son who racked his brains to win the hearts of girls, flew back and forth all over the world The son who saves the world, he will always love everyone who loves him, and he will also love those irrelevant people who don't love him or even hate him.

The wall clock struck ten, interrupting Martha's thoughts.Martha looked at the dial and wiped the corners of her eyes with a sigh.She must go to bed and rest, because no one will wake her in her sleep, and no one will carry her back to the bedroom in her sleep.

However, just as she stood up unsteadily and was about to go upstairs, the long quiet door was knocked three times politely.

Martha looked over in confusion, suspecting that she had some auditory hallucinations.On a rainy night in this remote town, it is almost impossible for anyone to visit, let alone there is no one in this room who will be visited.

However, after a pause, the knock on the door sounded clearly again, with the same three polite knocks.

Who is the one?Martha thought in confusion, she looked through the peephole on the door, a wet man was standing under the light of the porch, his dripping hair and pale face were reflected in the dim light, he raised his hand as if hesitating to Don't knock on the door again.And Martha made the decision directly for him.

"Good evening sir, may I help you?" She asked a little sleepily.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Mrs. Martha Kent?" The visitor's voice was hoarse, perhaps with a hint of trill due to the cold.

"Oh, yes, I am Martha Kent. Who are you?" Martha opened the door more, and the rain and wind immediately squeezed in. The damp and cold air made her shiver uncontrollably, and most of the drowsiness disappeared.

"Hello, Mrs. Kent, I'm Clark's... friend." The man's voice seemed to be a little hesitant, "My name is Bruce."

"Oh, welcome Bruce, please come in first."

"No, Mrs. Kent, I..."

"Don't argue, my child, you are already frozen." Martha smiled softly, "At least let me make you a cup of ginger tea."

Bruce looked at the door that was open to him and hesitated. He looked at Martha as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just stepped across the creaking threshold in silence.

"excuse me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Kent, and I'm sorry to disturb you so late." During the chat with Martha, Bruce took the steaming cup of tea, felt the warmth through the porcelain cup, and couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.

"Don't be so polite, Bruce." Martha sat across from the dining table, and the warm temperature in the room made her drowsy again. "Thank you so much for coming to see me, you know, it's been pretty quiet here since Clark er.... It's a little too quiet sometimes."

Martha looked down at the teacup in her hand, hiding her emotions in the steaming mist.Bruce's fingers clenched and loosened, and his determination flew into the corner of the rainstorm at this time.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Martha's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Bruce looked up to meet those concerned eyes.

"Well... this matter is about Clark. I think there may be some... complicated." Bruce carefully considered the words.

"Oh, is that so?" Martha raised her hand to cover her own yawn. "Would you please wait until tomorrow? You know, when one gets old--"

"No problem, Mrs. Kent." Bruce interrupted, putting down his glass, seeming eager to leave.

"The bathroom and the guest bedroom are on the right side of the second floor." The sleepy Martha didn't notice his abnormality, she got up and went around the table and pressed his shoulder. "There are my son's old clothes in the bedroom. If you don't mind, please change them first. You are completely soaked."

"No, don't bother Mrs. Kent, I'm leaving now and will visit again tomorrow."

"Sleeping on the street at night like this?" Martha smiled softly. "There are no hotels in this town."

"Mrs. Kent—"

"I insist."

Bruce was defeated, and he only nodded in agreement to stay overnight.

"If you don't mind, I'll go to rest first. Good night, Bruce." Martha patted him softly, and then walked slowly to the bedroom.

"...good night, Mrs. Kent."

Bruce was still amazed at how ordinary the room was when he collapsed on the bed in Clark's old clothes.Toys and sportswear piled haphazardly in boxes, star posters and expired calendars, and a miniature solar system on the roof.He'd never thought of Superman before—Clark turned out to be so...human.He reached out and tapped the blue planet lightly, and then those little plastic things made a crisp collision sound.Fragile ornaments, fragile planets.When Clark looked up at them, was he just intoxicated by the beauty of the azure?

The eyes gradually lost their brilliance in the gunpowder smoke and rain, and the hole pierced by the ominous green, the picture in the memory resurfaced again, seeming to silently whip this ridiculous question.Bruce closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of bat wings flapping again.

However, the sound was dispelled by the ticking of the alarm clock in the house, and he fell asleep surrounded by the breath of sunlight in the pillow and quilt.