[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

The escaped prisoners were quickly taken back, and Batman hid in the darkness, watching Gordon and his busy men.The nights of Gotham will never be peaceful, crimes are like weeds, and even the fire can't burn them out.Since the death of Superman, not only did he feel the crisis, but also those centralizers, all kinds of organizations with fancy names, and all kinds of enemies that had never been seen before. He did not forget the chaotic battle a few days ago.In addition, there is news that Harley Quinn has been taken away from prison by the clown... Batman's brows tightened a bit, he still remembered Lex's crazy voice in prison:

"The bell is ringing! They are coming! They are coming!"

Batman crouched down on the gargoyle. He looked from above the rooftops of Gotham. The night sky was still as dark as usual. Between the shadows light-years away, how many unknown creatures and creatures are there in this world? threaten?Human beings live in the cracks of disasters, but they don't know their own situation, and they just judge everything in front of them with arrogance.But the nightmare in which the green light pierced through the young man's chest was vaguely visible, how could he blame those criticisms?A sound of footsteps interrupted Batman who was lost in thought. He turned around and saw Clark holding a big paper bag.

"Good evening Bruce, the night view of Gotham is really good." The other party smiled and waved to him.

"I thought you liked the brightly lit metropolis better." Batman resumed his crouching posture, but his tone was much more relaxed.

"Indeed." Clark also stood on the edge of the roof, "Gotham is much darker than Metropolis, but that can't hide her inner brilliance. Just like the darkness before dawn, you always know that the light is always there .”

Bruce looked at the young man beside him, his eyes were not covered by glasses, the blue was so clear, it was better than all the oceans he had seen in his life.He was silent for a moment, then rolled back from the gargoyle to the roof and stood beside Clark.

"Your writing is very good, Mr. Reporter." He rarely took off his hood outdoors, "Alf told you I'm here?"

"Yes." The young man said happily, "Alfred also gave me some tasks."

"When did you guys start calling each other names?" Bruce took the cup handed over by the other party, and immediately took it away in disgust. "Take it away, this kind of thing is for you!"

"That's not for me, I already had dinner." Clark pulled out another box, and Bruce backed away even further.

"Then take it back, I don't need these."

"But Alfred said you haven't eaten for almost ten hours."

"I know my body very well."

"Lima bean and cucumber milk won't kill, Bruce."

"I still want to-"

"The monitors show that Gotham Street is now deserted, Master Bruce."

Alfred's voice from the headset interrupted him, and Bruce couldn't help but roll his eyes at the air.He stared at Clark, who was holding back a smile, and half-resignedly took the box of green things, and stuffed them into his mouth indiscriminately.Clark wasn't annoyed either, he just gave Bruce a smile back and leaned against the wall beside him.

"You shouldn't come out until you're fully recovered. You have plenty of enemies, Superman."

"I think Batman should be more famous in Gotham. Besides, Alfred prepared these for me."

Clark tugged at the hoodie on his body, and he added a baseball cap inside. The whole body was baggy and dirty, and no one would have noticed at first glance.Bruce raised his eyebrows noncommittally, secretly thinking whether to let Alf send a car over, this is Gotham after all, anything can happen, and having a Kryptonian is enough trouble.

"How many people know about your resurrection?" Bruce checked various channels, but there was no report about Superman's resurrection.

"Not much, except Martha—I mean my mother and you." Clark leaned over the fence, his voice less animated. "After I climbed out, I slept for another week before I fully woke up. The recovery of the body was very slow, and I realized that I needed some help, and then I came to you."

"I thought you'd visit your girlfriend first?" Bruce asked casually.

"No...I went to her." Clark's voice hesitated, but Bruce didn't notice.

"She didn't offer you any help? I remember that Miss Lane still has a lot of friends."

"I went...but I didn't meet her."

Bruce's movements stopped, and he suddenly looked up at Clark. He finally realized that there seemed to be something abnormal about the other party's emotions.

"I saw her start a new life, and I'm glad she didn't linger in the shadow of that incident." Clark licked his lips, hesitantly deciding to continue. "When I saw her, I thought of my mother. Lou came out of the shadows, but she has been immersed in sadness. The choices I made made me face danger at all times. If I am lucky this time, then What about next time? The more time I spend with people, the more grief I cause them. Maybe I shouldn't be too close to someone if I want my loved ones to be safe and happy."

Bruce looked at him, then looked away at the starless sky, he was silent for a long time, as if caught in some kind of distant memory.

"No, Clark, you deserve it." His voice was soft, but clear enough for Clark. "You deserve everything you can hope for."

Somewhere a bell strikes, strikes three times, and dawn is approaching.