[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Clark will always pay attention to the heartbeat of some people, and a certain corner of the super brain has been recording this.

There should have been a heartbeat that is often passively blocked, but has always been calm.

It belongs to the Guardians of Gotham.

Even though Bruce has been away for so long, Clark will still subconsciously listen to and search for this voice. Every time after the super hearing has scanned the whole world, he realizes belatedly that he has lost him.

But he missed Bruce so much that he lost his chance permanently without explaining some things to him.

The god in the red cloak has developed another habit, which is to stand under the golden ball of the Daily Planet and look in Bruce's direction.

Before Jason could let go of his fingers, he felt a huge force grabbing his clothes. He was riding on Todd, but he was thrown aside in the blink of an eye.

Bruce meowed halfway, and the rest of the meow was stuck in his throat.

He was almost dumbfounded watching things go in an indescribable direction all the way.

How to say?

Jason will always be Jason, no matter how many years pass.

In fact, Todd is now in a state of insanity, the shovel has subtly broken his self-control, the ghost is not a man every day, the rotten Gotham, the Batman who died without permission, is being suppressed day by day. The anger in my heart burst out suddenly.

It wasn't the first time he wanted to dig Bruce's grave.

every time.

Every time he sweeps the tomb, he has an urge to find a cloud bomb and stuff it under the tombstone, and blow the old bat upside down. Maybe his sleep will be disturbed, and he will become like his image in urban legends. The vampire lifted the lid of the coffin and climbed out.

Although he restrained to stop the fantasy in the first half every time.

But now it can really come true, digging his grave in front of the old bat, the feeling of getting his wish is really...

Damn good.

But Jason wanted to stop him at this time, and he hadn't put a bomb in the mound yet, he just shoveled it!

His treatment was worse than Jason's. Clark's hot gaze was stored in his eyes and he never looked back.

Superman always treats all enemies equally, and Bruce sometimes worries that if he loses his bug-like abilities, he might not survive three days in this world.

He can always understand everyone's difficulties and goals.

Many things that seem unbelievable to ordinary people, things that are too angry to speak, but the god on earth can always show a gentle smile. If these things are directed at him, then he may not even have a reaction.

But Bruce doesn't deserve this, he deserves to be rested in peace, Batman has so many enemies, it's not impossible to touch Wayne Manor for revenge.

The half of the tombstone that fell on the ground was like a sharp needle, piercing into the softest part of Clark's heart.

Now his angry arm was stiff like a stone, his fingertips trembled a little, and the remaining rationality forced him not to tear the person in front of him in half.

……and many more?

Only then did Clark realize that the person pinned down on the ground looked exactly like Jason, and his temperament was also exactly the same.

For Clark, the members of the Bat family are easy to identify. Even if their disguise is exquisite, Clark can always see their identity in the crowd at a glance.

It's like he can find the homeless man named Matchstick Malone in an instant among the hundred homeless people in Gotham.

With a sneer on Todd's lips, he opened and closed his fingers, and the dark green light escaped from his fingertips. Clark suddenly felt the presence of the arrector pili muscles on his neck, and quickly dodged to the side, and the man was shot in the air.

Todd said impatiently, "Tsk."

Kryptonian Schrödinger's zero dodge depends on whether he has teammates, whether there are buildings and people around him.

The god of the world likes to use his face to resist attacks. That's because he is stronger than anything. He doesn't dodge in team battles because he is worried that he will hurt his teammates if he dodges. In addition, ordinary attacks can't hurt him, so why dodge? , Add a few zeros to your war damage bill?

But there are only tall reeds next to Bruce's cemetery, so there is no need to worry about war damage.

Bruce raised his paw, hanging stiffly in the air: "Meow..."

The tone is all down.

Clark: "...?"

what's the situation?

Why is dick's pussy here?It’s okay to dance on the head of your grave, but you still want to dance with a cat?

Clark regained his composure, and suddenly felt that there was a misunderstanding inside. He raised his hand to his chest, pressed it down again, and made a stop gesture: "Wait a minute, why is Dick's cat here?"

Jason sneered and looked at Todd: "Why?"

"No reason." The man replied, his voice was cold.

He must make a big change in front of these two guys today, and his instinct tells him that Superman will definitely do something.

A small-town boy from Kansas, his family has several dogs, and there is one hidden in the Fortress of Solitude, but it happens to be a cat lover.

I don't know if it is because of having a dark colleague, the concentration of cat control has risen exponentially.

Because of the fright that Bruce had received before, the whole cat exploded into a fluffy ball of hair. It wasn't that there was something wrong with the Dark Knight's ability to hide his emotions, but he really didn't realize that he would explode when he became a cat.

He squatted on the ground pitifully, with his head raised, his blue eyes staring straight at Clark.

"You're scaring it," Clark said reproachfully.

The god of the world moved over, and due to the effect of the Kryptonian's biological force field, the red cloak swung behind him in a solemn posture as always.

He subconsciously took out the warm smile that comforted the cat when he hugged the cat down the tree, then wrapped Bruce's fur belly around him, and put it on his solid arm.

"Don't be afraid, little black face, I'll take you home now, did something touch you just now—"

"Meow."

Bruce meowed impassively.

Clark: "..."

...How did he hear the meaning of contempt?

Cats are such creatures themselves, he reassures himself, but Clark still unhappily stretches Bruce's belly and leans in to suck.

Bruce tilted his head: "Meow?"

[Kryptonians! 】

The puppet cat opened its eyes wide, twisted its body, supported its body with its hind legs, supported Clark's hard chest with its two front paws, and put its head under Clark's eyelids: "Meow!"

【Are you blind? 】

Clark squinted his eyes while furrowing his eyebrows, and in doing so, formed a strange expression on his face.

The illusion at Bruce's funeral reappeared.

The little black face always reminded him of Bruce, especially the blue eyes, which were almost exactly the same as Bruce if they were narrower.

Exactly the same?

When he was thinking, he unknowingly softened his body, and Bruce felt that the steel-like touch under the fur paw suddenly became soft.

Ah this.

It feels so good.

He couldn't hold back, narrowed his eyes, opened his paws like petals, and pressed alternately rhythmically.

Commonly known as cat stepping on milk.

Clark lowered his head with strange eyes. Unlike the unconscious relaxation just now, this time, he consciously adjusted the tactile sensation of his muscles.

Bruce was keenly aware of the change, and suddenly froze.

"Meow." He yawned pretentiously.

No, I'm just a kitten, he thought evasively.

Clark looked confused, thought for a long time, then slapped two cat heads angrily, and put Bruce on the ground.

Clark: "What were you doing just now?"

Todd rolled his lips, and said harshly, "Lift the old man's coffin, do you want to help?"

"want."

Clark replied firmly, without any hesitation in his voice, as if he wasn't the one who stopped Todd before.

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Bruce from the corner of his eye.

But he didn't see anything, and Bruce curled up, pretending to be licking his paws.

Also.

Clark slumped his shoulders, that's Batman, even if he turned into a cat, he wouldn't step on his body.

A sense of ominous premonition vaguely appeared in Jason's heart.

It's not that he's so dull that he doesn't think there's a problem, but the cat obviously lives in Iron Man—it's not magic, how can there be two souls living in a rented cat?

The black-haired young man comforted himself desperately, but panic spilled out of his green eyes inadvertently.

If this conjecture is true.

A small whimper escaped from his throat.

Todd snorted indistinctly, and was interrupted by Jason and Clark one after another. He suddenly lost interest in digging with the shovel, and the dark green light gathered in the air again, condensing into two sharp blades. In a short time, he held the handle of the knife, waved his hand lightly, and cut away the deep layer of soil with just one blow, and also knocked off the coffin board by the way.

Clark trembled: "How can you? Bruce—"

"Rao," Clark murmured, "he's getting smaller."

Bruce folded his hands on his lower abdomen, his posture was extremely serene, even impeccably beautiful.

The white hair on the sideburns, the fine lines at the corners of the eyes - the gift of time has completely disappeared, and lying in the coffin is a fresh and tender Bruce Wayne.

Clark carefully hugged Bruce's body, his blue eyes sparkling: "I don't understand what's going on, what should I do next?"

Todd walked over and pinched Bruce's face twice, leaving a few red marks on the young master's tender cheeks.

well.

It's not in vain that he has spent so much effort, the preliminary preparations are very sufficient, and now he is short of the last step.

"That's it." Todd curled his lips viciously, and abruptly picked up the back of Bruce's fate.

Still shaking.

Bruce looked blank: "Meow?"

Jason's eyes widened, his fingers clenched—

No no no no--!

Todd raised an eyebrow in his direction, jokingly: "Recall, what did you do before?"

After finishing speaking, the man unceremoniously pressed the cat ball on Bruce's face.

Turn around.

Bruce only felt that his face was covered with hairs. The bad habit he had developed into a cat made him habitually reach out and grab a couple of them in confusion.

In the next second, his jaw was scratched.

Jason was stiff all over, watching the little black face jump off Bruce's face, rubbing his calf skillfully.

I'm not a human anymore, he thought stifledly.

The Dark Knight opened his eyes and met Clark's blue eyes.

"What are you doing with that look?"

"Uh." Clark hesitated, "Well, I should put you down, but before that."

He looked at the hand on his chest, and said tactfully, "Is it easy for me to touch?"