[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"Dr. Stone once again declined your invitation."

"Then we have even more reason to doubt the origin of that thing."

Frowning, Bruce swallowed the glass of carrot juice, then hastily tucked in a quick cookie.Alfred raised his eyebrows, but let him throw more sugar into his mouth.

"It's time for that one to appear again?"

"Otherwise, is there a better way?" Bruce muttered in response, "Wait for him to agree to cooperate with Wayne Company?"

"You suspect that it is something from another world?"

"From those fragmentary records, we can roughly see its ability." Bruce leaned back slightly, with his arms resting on the armrest. "Since both the Amazons and the Atlanteans agreed to bury the 'Mother Box', this ability must be terrifying."

"Or its maker is terrifying." Alfred answered quietly.

Bruce leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, his face growing heavy.

"Demons will fall from the sky." His voice was a little hoarse.

"You believe that madman?"

"There's nothing wrong with preparing in advance—" Bruce was choked by Alfred's gaze, "About this question, Alfred, I..."

"No, I didn't mean to continue to accuse you." Alfred put away the empty tableware, "I just want to remind you that you can no longer do it alone, since you have already made some friends..."

"Partner, Alf." Bruce interrupted gruffly, "Just a partner."

"You have the final say, Master Bruce."

The old man picked up the tray gracefully and left, leaving his master's stare behind him.

However, it was Barry who ended up visiting Dr. Stone's family.Sometimes it is easier to talk among scientists, especially when there are certain common topics.Bruce sat in front of the main console and knocked on the table impatiently. He was not a little annoyed because the proposal of "Batman" was collectively rejected... Well, indeed, that is also considered... one tenth of the reason.

"Ding--"

The phone screen lit up, notifying him of a new message.Bruce picked it up, and saw the huge "S" on the sender's side at a glance.He rolled his eyes helplessly, turned slightly to click on the message.In the past two days, the Kansas boy is very keen to send messages with him, from various recent political events to complex social phenomena, even the sunrise on the wheat field, the starry sky at night in the field, and the apple pie made by himself. Talk to him vigorously, and share those beautiful scenery and memorable moments with pictures.Bruce once satirized Clark's behavior, but under the reply of "sorry" and a sad expression, he reluctantly agreed to this kind of text chat similar to a high school girl.

After that, it got a little out of hand.Those notification sounds that sounded from time to time often interrupted some of his thinking or decision-making, so that sometimes he had to remind himself before replying that he was just a boring Superman, and he didn’t need to be angry with him, nor was he Because of the sad expressions that Clark sent, he forgave him so easily.Although Bruce replied with a look of disgust, he couldn't hide the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

After all, it's been a long, long time since he had such a relaxed chat with others.

"Master Bruce, Mr. Allen—"

As soon as Alfred's voice rang through the communicator, Bruce turned off the sunset picture and put away the phone.Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Barry was already standing in front of him.

"Good evening Bruce, I'm sorry Mr. Pennyworth, I was a little anxious just now." The fast-paced young man spoke so fast that it didn't seem human.

"...Visiting."

There was a hint of helplessness in Alfred's voice, but Barry stuck out his tongue embarrassingly.

"How? Did you see that 'mother box'?"

"No, Dr. Stone has kept this secret." Barry jumped onto the opposite chair, crossed his legs and lowered his head in distress. "Every time I try to hint at that, he always changes the subject without leaving a trace."

Bruce couldn't help reaching out to rub the frustrated head, and patted the young man on the shoulder encouragingly.

"You've done a good job Barry, it seems that Dr. Stone is the one we're looking for." He couldn't believe that he was smiling and encouraging him. "Now I'm pretty sure he has the 'Mother Box'."

The young man's face immediately lit up, and the innocent and happy smile made Bruce couldn't help curling his lips.

Alfred stood not far away with a cup of tea and looked at them, his expression softened little by little.He checked the time and decided not to bother for the time being.After all, today's agreed Skype time has arrived.