[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"Financial reports for this quarter show that..."

How long is this person going to talk?Has the Wayne Group already started hiring such crap?

President Wayne reclined in his chair, staring almost angrily at the poor employee who made the report.God knows how much he has to worry about, and now he has to listen to this group of people talking nonsense.He turned his head and glared viciously at the instigator—Lucius, while the other party looked back at him calmly, with a smile of "don't want new equipment until this meeting is over" on his face.

Bruce changed his position a little annoyed, and began to desert without guilt.He has been chasing clues about the "mother box" for three weeks. According to those incomplete records, Paradise Island, Atlantis, and humans should all have come into contact with this thing.Although it was finally buried in the soil, Bruce was sure that the thing must have been "unearthed" through Lex's encrypted video.Maybe he should take the time to visit that Dr. Silas Stone, maybe there will be some "surprise surprises" waiting for him.

Although it turned out afterwards, it was not a surprise, or it could be considered a shock.

But Bruce didn't think so much at this time, the boring meeting and the long-term lack of sleep, coupled with today's rare sunny day in Gotham, he quickly closed his eyes under the sunshine and boring package.

Another dream, a dark, damp dream.

Gunshots, screams, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of blood, the sound of falling heavy objects, the movement of pearls falling, the cold lights and streets, the image of the murderer running and disappearing, will be as clear as ever in a few decades.

Then, there was an explosion.

He turned around slowly and sluggishly in the dream.

Firelight, dust, rain and endless darkness, the harsh green light made his eyes hurt badly.He wanted to close his eyes, but couldn't do it anyway.In the dark abyss of the night, those subconscious minds covered by the day are the crimes he can never get rid of, whipping his soul with thorns all the time.

But a soft red suddenly surrounded him softly, isolating those fragments that have been unable to get rid of for a long time.The air around him became warm and dry, and the cloth against his skin even smelled of grass and straw.The golden light split the black curtain, the rain and dark clouds receded screamingly, and the sweeping bright and domineering dreams filled with nothingness.

The moment the atrium overflowed, something came out of my eyes.

When Bruce slowly woke up, there was a beautiful red floating outside the window, and he almost knocked over his chair and fell to the window.However, the unwavering voice of the staff tablet brought back his somewhat fuzzy mind.Outside the window is just a bunch of red balloons that have been released, pushing and shoving towards the sky under the sunlight.

Maybe he should text Clark a hello afterward.

The president who woke up from his doze was obviously in a good mood, and the poor employee, who was finally no longer oppressed by his eyes, quietly wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead. It seemed that the plan could finally be approved this time.No matter who makes the boss happy, he is a god-like existence.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Clark looked at the plate in his hand a little angrily, a sudden sneeze turned the unlucky china into a perfect lump of ice, and he had to carefully melt it with his heat vision.

"Are you cold, Clark?" Martha suddenly appeared from behind him.

"Wow!!!"

"Zizi..."

Well, he doesn't have to melt the ice either.Clark stared at the hollow in the center of the plate, frustrated.

"You've never shown that look to those 1000 broken plates."

"That's different! Mom!" Clark's tone unconsciously carried a hint of coquettishness.

"Hmm, I don't see any difference."

Martha patted her son's solid and broad back, and put the vegetables, which were still stained with soil, into the pool.

"Why, the pursuit was unsuccessful?"

"What... what?" Clark's eyes widened, looking at his busy mother in confusion.

"Oh, come on baby, you've never been able to escape my eyes, you should really see the expression on your face when you wash the dishes." Martha curled her lips to express her disdain, "After you showed such an expression last time, give me Louise bought the ring. The last time you showed such an expression, you kissed Lana the next day. Now..."

Martha turned off the water, put the vegetables on the counter, and started preparing the salad.

"Who is the lucky one you are missing?"

"It's Bruce..." Clark subconsciously answered his mother's question. "Uh... no, I'm not that... oh my god..."

Clark stopped talking abruptly, looking back and forth between Martha and the plate, as if he didn't understand what he blurted out.The sudden ringing of the mobile phone startled him almost to dismember the poor plate, and then he threw the plate into the trash bin in a panic, and disappeared from the kitchen, leaving behind a man who seemed to have discovered some secret. Martha.

"Bruce... well, that sounds like a boy's name."

Facing the direction where Clark disappeared, Martha raised an eyebrow with interest.