[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

Clark's first dream was of a deep, cold blue ocean with whales neighing beneath the waves.He remembered reading about a whale with a different frequency and race, and sometimes he even thought it was himself.And then everything started to fall apart, explosions, destruction, search, struggle, stars, strange people, strange voices, strange planets, strange worlds.Someone was crying, someone was shouting, someone was tearing his heart out when his name was spoken.He couldn't hear, he couldn't wake up, he couldn't move.He's anxious, he's in pain, he can't breathe.His soul struggled and screamed in the dead body, but it was all in vain.

In the boundless night, he heard a word, a dry voice hoarsely uttered.With countless remorse and guilt, with heavy self-blame and guilt.

"Feel sorry."

At this moment, Clark's soul was quiet.He tasted the loneliness and sadness in that voice, even though it was not the same as his own, it made him feel at ease.At least at this moment, he realized that he was not the only one who had these feelings, and there were people in this world who could understand his lonely heartbeat a little bit.

Then he dreamed of chasing cars, torrential rain, attacks, and the eerie glow of kryptonite.He dreamed of the man's frivolous expression at the banquet, and his eyes without the slightest emotion.He dreams of conversations, fights and pain.At the end of the dream, the rainstorm stopped.

A large number of bats swept across the sky with the rising sun.

When Clark dug himself out of the ground, he was in that hole for at least a quarter of an hour.He stuck himself in his "grave" in disgrace, like a freshly baked zombie in "Dawn of the Dead".He was breathing deeply and slowly, his hands and feet were trembling, and his heart was beating violently.He opened his eyes and tried hard to see the world he was in, as if he had just been born here.He opened his mouth, he didn't know what he wanted to say, or someone's name, or hysterical roar.There he was, looking around helplessly, uttering a hoarse babble, scratching wildly with trembling arms and hands.Then he heard a whimper, a familiar, sad, hopeless, whimper.Then there was another sound, another sound, and another sound, hitting his heart hard like a heavy hammer.At that moment, he knew what he should do, the most important thing.

He is going home.

That night still seemed like an unreal dream to Martha.She even had to visit Clark's bedroom from time to time to confirm that the young man who was sleeping soundly under the quilt was really her son.Clark just showed up at the door, covered in mud and grass, even in the suit he was wearing at the time.He just stood unsteadily at the door, staring at her stupidly, and then Clark showed a silly grin, and made some hoarse voice from his throat, even if it was so vague, Martha I also knew it was calling her.

Her child is back.

She was a little confused after helping Clark through the door, and when she came to her senses, her treasure had already fallen asleep peacefully.Kneeling by the bed, holding her son's hand, she thanked almost every god she knew.Miracle had befallen her life, and now it worked generosity and magic again.

However, Clark just fell asleep when he returned home, and Martha couldn't wake him up, nor could he tell anyone about it.So as the joy recedes, so does the anxiety.She tried her best to search all the information she could find, but as expected, she returned without success.She could only wait and pray, hoping that a miracle would happen to her a third time.

Clark was dreaming of rain.

He knew he was back on the day he "died".O death, distant yet dear word.His chest was throbbing with pain, even though he knew it should have healed, but his brain refused to stop giving the pain command.Water molecules scrambled to enter his body, cold but with painful memories.Fight, fight, fight to the death.The dream looped endlessly, and he even began to wonder if he was suffering from human PTSD.He longed to dream of something else, he wanted to dream of the big city, he wanted to dream of his friends in the office, he wanted to dream of Louise and Martha, he wanted to dream of the endless prairies of Kansas and the high and wide sky.Then he saw the dark man, the last image he had before his consciousness plunged into darkness.The man had removed his heavy armor, so he could vaguely see the face behind the mask before he died.It was a face mixed with shock and sadness.Clark felt puzzled and even found it ridiculous. He obviously wanted to die the most, but why did he show such an expression at this moment?

Then he dreamed of bats flapping their wings, filling the sky and the ground, and the rising sun glowing faintly behind them.