[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"I have to admit that the civilization of Krypton is far beyond my imagination."

Bruce finally asked enough questions, and he walked towards Clark who had been waiting beside him, his tone full of admiration and admiration.Thinking that if Clark hadn't ruthlessly expelled his people and finally killed Zod, otherwise with the current technology of human beings, the only fate is to be enslaved, or worse, they might be wiped out directly.Yet Superman has been criticized for this, and when people put their emotions on him, they never think that he is just an ordinary person trying to do the right thing.Bruce had to admit that some of Lex's words made sense: if God is omnipotent, he is not perfect; if God is perfect, then he is no longer omnipotent.And Superman is not a god.

Because God does not have a human heart.

"Bruce?"

Clark pressed his shoulders worriedly, not because of his distraction, but because of the sadness on his face.The expression made his chest feel unexplainable, and then he realized that he had seen this expression before, just moments before he died.

"I'm fine, Clark." Bruce didn't move, letting the hand rest on his shoulder.

"That's good." Clark smiled and withdrew his hand, "I'll take you somewhere, after all, it's not a good idea to spend the night in the bat machine."

Bruce followed him, stepping into the depths of the ship, trying to forget how lost he was at the hand's departure.

"We have arrived."

After going through various winding corridors, Clark finally stopped in front of certain doors and let them slide silently open.

"Hmm." Bruce hummed softly after scanning for a week.

"Not as expected?"

"It's very different." He took off his heavy cloak and threw it on the sofa beside him. "I thought it would be more 'alien'."

"I'm so sorry. So, tea or milk?"

"Coffee." Bruce was a little annoyed, "I didn't expect you to put a refrigerator here."

"There are many more things you didn't expect." Clark handed him a can of coffee.

"Don't tell me you built a zoo here." Bruce raised his eyebrows at the "add milk" sign on it, and didn't say anything else.

"And the Wax Museum." Clark grinned, and it wasn't easy to surprise Bruce.

"Your collection hobby is really special."

"We are each other."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing again.

"Oh, by the way, there should be an aurora tonight."

Clark walked to the other end of the wall, fumbled for a few buttons, and then the top wall began to become transparent, revealing the starry sky and the gorgeous aurora.

"It's really... awe-inspiring." Bruce looked up at the sky in the deck chair. Although he had been to the polar regions several times, he had never fully appreciated this natural wonder.

"Yes." Clark's tone was dreamy.

"You should bring your girlfriend here, Superman Romance." Bruce teased casually.

"It's unlikely that she will come here." Clark put down his drink, his voice a little lonely.

"...Sorry." Bruce tried to make amends clumsily, "Maybe you shouldn't give up so quickly, it's not impossible between you two."

"Maybe." Clark looked at the sky, it seemed that he didn't want to continue this topic anymore.

Embarrassing silence spread in the air, Bruce rubbed his brows in distress, God testified that he could screw up every time, emotion is a difficult problem for him, whether it is family or friendship.

"Krypton is on the other side of the universe, and my parents even had to send that little spaceship through a black hole in order to send me to Earth."

Clark's voice saves him, and Bruce breathes a sigh of relief.He relaxed his tense body and began to listen to him tell the story that no one may have heard before, the story about a young alien life that fell on the earth and was raised by this blue planet.Bruce stared at the deep starry sky in Clark's voice, and he couldn't help but start to imagine, imagine the countless possibilities about all of this, and imagine what kind of future these possibilities and their choices will cause.Bruce suddenly felt thankful that he still had a chance to fix those mistakes before they had time to cause an irreparable situation.They can still have Superman, they can still have this kind, brave god on earth.

"And you?" Clark looked at him, those blue eyes that weren't covered by glasses.

"What am I?"

"Before becoming Batman, you also had a story of your own, didn't you?"

"I thought you'd already read about it in the Gotham papers."

"But that's just who you are, not who you really are."

Bruce turned his head in surprise, he looked at the young man's sincere eyes, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.Maybe it's because the scenery tonight is too good, maybe the atmosphere is too comfortable, those dark memories seem to be no longer painful.The desire to talk was strangely stuck in his throat, and Bruce was rarely willing to speak.

Clark quietly listened to the dry narration of the other party. Bruce hid many details, and he never mentioned his own feelings.But Clark can feel it, he can't explain why but he can feel it.And then there was that feeling again, the same reassuring feeling he had felt in the grave, his soul resonating for a moment on this alien planet.

Day and night, gods and mortals, deep blue and pitch black, sons of Krypton and Gotham knights, they are so different, yet they are so the same.A certain solitude resonates and complements between them.

The 52 Hz whale received a response in the blue dream.