[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"The media in Gotham really likes to use you as a headline."

Clark flipped through the pair of newspapers on the table, with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone, especially when he saw the headline of "Playboy Wayne Travels with Mysterious Woman Again", he couldn't help but hum.

"Bruce's every move is what Gotham loves to talk about the most." Bruce set the route, and after handing over the plane to Alfred for remote control, he sat across from Clark.

"That's not true." Clark frowned again, watching so much that Bruce wanted to reach out and flatten it.

"You know, the more incompetent Bruce is, the safer Batman will be."

"So you let them smear your reputation like this?" Clark's brows deepened as he thought of the words those reporters used to describe Bruce.

"Put away your sense of justice, small-town boy. Being born into the Wayne family is not meant to be ordinary. I'm used to being chased by flashing lights. I don't care how they describe me. I have many more important things. things to care about."

Bruce decided not to bother about Clark and his brow, and he ended the conversation lightly.Exhaustion had overcome his will, he barely slept last night just to free up his schedule for this "trip", and now he desperately needs to rest, after all, who knows what will happen next.Fortunately, their journey was not short, which gave him a chance to breathe.Bruce threw himself into the leather chair, just angled it into a comfortable position, before the darkness swallowed his consciousness.

Clark wanted to say something to him, but when he turned around, he found that he was already asleep.To be honest, he never thought that he could see Batman sleeping, but even in his sleep, the other party did not relax completely, the corners of his mouth and muscles were still tense, as if he could jump up and fight at any time, The only evidence of fatigue is the blue-black under the eyes.Clark hesitated, but decided to use X-ray to find out where the blanket was. After all, Bruce made the plane carry only the two of them in order to keep it secret.He covered Bruce carefully, and the other party snorted softly, as if he was very satisfied with it.Clark returned to his position, the plane had already flown over the clouds, and the sun was shining unscrupulously.

Under the blue sky, above the sea of ​​clouds, Clark also closed his eyes in this golden glow.

Bruce had a rare good night's sleep, there was no dark alleyway, no sound of wet rain, and the warm sunshine dried every corner of the dream, just like the night in Kansas.Bruce sat up and looked out the window, and found that he could already see the pine forest and the snow-covered plain, and the afterglow of the sun scattered on it, slowly dipping into orange and tender red.Bruce pressed the headset, and before he could speak, he heard voices coming from the cab.

"Is this all right? Alfred?" Clark's voice was full of excitement, "This is the first time I have operated such a large machine."

Alfred seemed to answer something, and Clark couldn't help laughing "hehe".But Bruce can't hear anything, and Alfred probably turned off the channel on his end.

"Already there?" Bruce leaned up on the back of Clark's seat, leaning his head to look at the flashing dashboards.

"Oh, Bruce, you're already awake. Sit down, we're about to land." Clark's eyes sparkled, excited like a child with a new toy, and Bruce couldn't help rubbing his messy hair. Hairy.

"Why didn't you wake me up, Alf." Bruce sat in the co-pilot and said a little dissatisfied.

"I just hope that I can try my best to guarantee you eight hours of sleep every day." Alfred replied unhurriedly. "Furthermore, Mr. Kent is an excellent learner, and he mastered these very quickly."

"Oh hey, I just have a rather special brain, you're flattering Alfred." Clark's ears were stained with crimson.

Bruce glanced at him, chuckled and shook his head.More than a year ago, he would never have imagined the current scene, but at least it is not too late, he still has the opportunity to correct everything that was wrong, instead of being helpless like in that dark narrow alley back then.

"Did you do all this - all this, to punish the evil, to make up for the shortcomings, or just to make up for your own weakness at the time?"

The question Louise had asked suddenly rang in his ears, and Bruce clenched the joystick slightly.

It has nothing to do with those fragile emotions, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with justice, and I am no different from a criminal in all this.I've never been proud of it.

He answered the question in silence.

The humble tarmac is close at hand.