[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

Compared with the cave, this place is more like a combination of a research institute and an arsenal.A wide variety of weapons, various instruments that have never been seen before, and every corner of Gotham are displayed on the huge computer screen.A few batarangs with damage and scorching marks were casually thrown on the workbench aside. Clark picked up one and slowly traced the marks on it, guessing how they broke through the cold air and hit the enemy directly.He looked at Bruce's collection curiously. Under the cold light of the cave, they silently told him about his master's unknown history.Then, he saw the uniform sealed in a glass cabinet, with a few words spray-painted on it.

"Batman is a joke"

When Bruce walked into the Batcave again, Clark was standing in front of the Robin uniform, and his previously rarely relaxed brows were frowned again.

"That belonged to my former partner Robin, who was killed by the clown in a certain battle." Bruce didn't wait for the other party to ask questions. "That was one of my sworn enemies."

"……Feel sorry."

"Don't worry, that's a thing of the past." Bruce waved his hand casually.

"Then why are you still so sad?" Clark watched as his arms froze in mid-air. "I can hear your heartbeat, it's slightly different from usual now."

"That's not your concern, I suppose." Bruce turned to look at the inspection report.

"I think it falls within the sphere of concern of friends."

"You have no allies here, Superman."

"But someone has said 'I'm your son's friend' long ago."

Bruce sighed with a headache, he really didn't expect that Martha still remembered this sentence and told Clark it.

"Look, it was just to comfort your mother—"

"You are." Clark interrupted him.

"Being friends with someone who once tried to kill you? You Kryptonians really have a strange way of thinking." Bruce felt something choked in his throat, and he glared at the smiling young man.

"You're just doing what you're supposed to be doing."

"I should have made the right choice."

"That was the right choice for you at the time."

"...No, that's not it."

Bruce's voice became a little slumped, he should have said something at this moment, or made any explanation, but in the end he just remained silent and turned his gaze back to the report.

"Although your body has begun to recover, the cells are still decaying at almost the same rate as your new cells, at least for now. But I can't detect the reason. It may be just the metabolism in the recovery period, but it may also be your body. And the presence of krypton, or—"

Bruce didn't continue to talk about his speculation, he glanced at Clark with a little worry, and tightened the corners of his mouth again.

"Maybe it's just that I haven't had enough sun." Clark shrugged, his tone very relaxed. "I can feel that my body is gradually recovering, at least much better than when I first climbed out."

"I need further investigation."

"Why don't you use my - the instrument of my people?"

"It's really generous to share, don't you worry that I will do something in it?"

"Since you said so, you will definitely not do anything."

"You really know me."

"No, it's because I trust you, Bruce."

"Hmph." Bruce raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "So where is your spaceship?"

"North pole. In order to completely avoid those satellites." Clark explained.

"Then I will trouble Mr. Kent to guide you."

"Uh...that..." Clark suddenly became a little shy, he scratched the curly hair again, and hesitated for a while before speaking. "I can't take you there, because I can't fly that far for the time being."

"..."

"Are you muttering 'Superman will be like this one day'?"

"You're hallucinating."

"I saw your lips move, Bruce."

"So you know lip language, Clark."

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help chuckling.

"I'll let Alf arrange the plane." Bruce finally stopped shaking, "Unfortunately, my fighter plane only has one seat."

"You can add one to it this time."

"Then you have to make sure you don't tear open the door and jump out."

"You can choose to write a bill."

"It's estimated that it will ruin your family in the next life."

"Well, I'll take care not to cause any damage."

Clark winced, and Bruce gave him a distrustful "huh".

Clark, who had not fully recovered and was exhausted, could not return to Kansas for the time being, so Bruce decided to let him stay overnight in the manor. After all, Superman had many enemies before his "death", and it is extremely unwise to show up publicly at this moment.After they came out of the Batcave, Bruce and Alfred said something, and then left through the hall.

"Mr. Pennyworth, what made Bruce so anxious?" He was as fast as Superman.

"A prisoner has absconded from Arkham Asylum, Mr. Kent. Also, please call me Alfred." Alfred handed a stack of clothes to Clark. "There was no preparation for the sudden incident, I hope you don't mind."

"No, I'm very grateful, Alfred." Clark smiled at the old man.

"If you need anything else, please feel free to just tell me."

Alfred bowed slightly, and before he was about to leave, the young man hesitated to speak.

"Alfred, I don't know if this is appropriate, but can you tell me something about Bruce—or Batman?"

"May I ask why, Mr. Kent?"

"I wish I could be Bruce's friend, but for some reason I feel like he's always being out of touch." Clark looked distressed. "And I don't wish to bring up any unpleasant memories of him."

When talking about Robin just now, Bruce's suppressed pain was still in front of his eyes.

"You are really gentle, Mr. Kent. But some things are better for the master himself, after all..." Alfred pondered for a while, "That requires him to decide whether to choose to share it with others."

Clark held the stack of clothes and didn't speak. He was silently thinking about something, and he didn't even notice that Alfred had left.His vague shadow on the table flickered with the flames, and there was no trace of the sun outside the window, and something was waiting to go out in the darkness.Clark looked up out the window.

He heard the flapping of wings again.