[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

It was already late at night when Bruce was finally able to escape from Arkham.He threw down the sweat-soaked hood angrily, ripped off the valuable equipment on his body without mercy, and threw it on the ground, completely ignoring whether Alfred would complain about it later.

"It's not a good habit to vent your anger on equipment, Master Bruce."

"Why haven't you gone to rest yet?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't too surprised by Alfred's absence.

"I'm just doing my duty as a housekeeper when there are guests, after all, the master is not at home." The old man walked past Bruce to collect the mess in that place.

"I forgot to tell you no, Clark is going to see his girlfriend tonight."

"Mr. Kent is in the study."

Bruce stopped and looked at Alfred slightly surprised.

"Keep the guests waiting for nearly five hours, which is very out of etiquette of the Wayne family, Master Bruce."

"You should send him straight to the guest room, Alf."

"I don't have the right to force guests." Alfred put away his things, and quietly added, "You are the same, Master Bruce."

Bruce patted his palm with the glove, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard his butler's words, threw the glove into Alfred's arms, then turned and walked to the Batcave.

"You need to rest, even if you're past the age of death, Master Bruce. Sudden death is not a good headline, after all."

"Even if I were dying of old age, they couldn't possibly write anything better."

"If you are determined to choose sudden death, then please go see the guests in the study first."

"Alph..." Bruce stopped and turned around, but Alfred cut him off.

"Some things are unavoidable, Master Bruce." The old man's eyes caught him firmly behind the glasses, "No one can change another's mind, and I think you know that."

Bruce watched him, the soft light in the study spreading behind Alfred, and he sighed slightly in frustration, leaving the dark corridor leading to the Batcave behind.

"Alph, get some snacks for Clark."

"Apple sandwich biscuits and black tea have been placed in front of Mr. Kent."

"Alf, I'm not worth it."

"Isn't it worth it, Master Bruce."

The old butler watched Bruce's back disappear into the light, and then left with the pile of equipment covered in dust, sweat and blood.

"You deserve more than all this."

He murmured in the empty corridor, the sound of his footsteps disappearing into the darkness.

When Bruce walked into the study, Clark was reclining in the chair and dozing off, his curly hair was piled up in a mess like a bird's nest, and the stupid black-rimmed glasses hung crookedly on the bridge of the young man's nose, following his steady breathing Slowly slide down.Bruce suddenly felt extremely relieved, the young Miko was right in front of him, real and alive, sleeping peacefully in his chair, as if the nightmare that plagued him every night was just a figment of his imagination.Bruce squatted in front of Clark, reaching out to take off the disobedient glasses.Then he saw, under the man's slightly open shirt collar, the scar that hadn't completely disappeared.

In an instant, the gloomy sky, gray doves, mournful and long bagpipes, battles and explosions, cries and omens of death, dazzling green light and dirty crimson, and gradually dimming blue, held him tightly Imprison it.Bruce's hand was hanging in the air like that, as if Louise's previous question rang in his ears.

"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?"

Something was torn apart in his chest at this time, the background sound of the explosion was the noise of beads falling, and he could feel that his fingertips were gradually getting colder, who wanted to speak with the last of his strength——

"Bruce? Are you okay, Bruce?"

The older man snapped back to his senses, facing a pair of bright blue.Clark was already awake, waving his hand to bring him back to his senses.The silly glasses were placed on the bridge of his handsome nose, and he was looking at Bruce in a little bewilderment.

When Clark woke up, he was taken aback by how close Bruce was. He was so close and the space behind him was so small that Clark could only huddle against the back of the chair in embarrassment.But the man in front of him didn't react at all, his body seemed to be fixed and maintained the initial posture, the golden pine eyes were full of dark holes, even though they were filled with the beating light of the flame at this moment.Clark instinctively wanted to grab those hands, but his raised hand ended up just waving in front of those eyes.

"I'm fine." Bruce took a step back and stood up with a "bass". "It's you who quarreled with your 'Her Royal Highness'?"

"No." Clark didn't care about the teasing in the other party's tone, "Lu prepared a candlelight dinner for me, and she even happily danced with me. She used to dislike my tango."

"You really love old-fashioned romance." Bruce put one hand on the edge of the fireplace, leaning back and raised one corner of his mouth, "Why, did you break Miss Lane's red shoes?"

"I chose "One Step Away" for the accompaniment."

For a moment, only the sound of firewood burning in the fireplace remained in the study.

"I'm going back to Kansas." After a long time, Clark broke the silence. "I'm going to at least check with Martha first—I mean my mother. She's very worried about me, you know."

"You can rest there until you fully recover." Bruce stood up straight and crossed his arms. "If you need help, you know where I am."

"Thank you Bruce. But, you don't owe me anything, you don't have to do this." Clark stood up and walked to the balcony, "But if it's as a friend, I'd love to."

After a gust of wind, Clark was no longer on the balcony.And Bruce just looked in the direction he was leaving, leaning on the spot and motionless.

Outside the window is the rare clear night sky in Gotham.