[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

So brave.

As expected of Superman, everyone except Damian was shocked by Clark's courage and guts.

"You're a fucking social animal."

Bruce said slowly, "Clark, I know your middle-class dream—to buy a similar apartment one day on a salary and a loan, marry Louis, and have three kids."

Clark: "Uh... that's not accurate."

Bruce: "Like?"

Clark said tragically but still humorously: "First of all, I have been broken up by Louis, and secondly, I don't want to know that I have a child again-nine times out of ten, the other half of the gene provider of the child is Luthor."

Dick stared incredulously.

"Having a child, Bruce, the point is to be born—" Clark said calmly, but the words used showed the violent fluctuations in the heart of the god on earth: "The point is to fucking give birth, why did I come to Earth?"

He had a gloomy face: "Because I am the last and only Kryptonian who gave birth naturally, and my child was born in a more paradoxical way than Kryptonian."

The god on earth touched his thick little curly hair, "Can you imagine? Connor doesn't have S-shaped curly hair, and he has to stand in front of the mirror for half an hour every day to worry about whether he will be bald."

Bruce was silent for a moment.

How miserable.

But he still didn't want to let Clark go.

"So you are still a social animal, and a laborer with a weak will." The young master patted Clark's chest respectfully: "The steel body can make up for it."

Clark suddenly felt his Kryptonian nerves screaming.

"With the housing prices in the metropolis, thanks to Superman... the price per square meter has increased by another two percent during this time, and your wages."

Bruce pretended to think: "It's exactly two percentage points down. First, you lost your full attendance. Second, you were sent by Perry to shoot Batman. Unfortunately, you didn't even get a corner of the cape during this period. "

"And I'm your top boss—the Daily Planet is not yet in charge of Wayne's headquarters. To take a step back, even if I am a kind leader, you still have to go to the bank under Wayne's bank to apply for a loan. "

"The war damage you owe me can keep you on the bank's blacklist until you die—don't tell me that your life is unlimited under the yellow sun."

"Don't talk about repaying the mortgage, you can't even borrow a loan."

Clark listened blankly, his spine bent a little by the bleak future Bruce was describing.

"Damn capitalist." The little reporter murmured, and couldn't help but shoot a hateful look at Bruce: "Is this my fault? If you weren't lying in the coffin, I would be able to pat your back and go to work—"

"Thank you." Bruce said with a half-smile, "As long as you still live on Earth, the Wayne Group can monopolize your entire life."

Dick: "Hey! Clark, why don't you pat me?"

Clark had a sullen face: "Because your Jim Juan shape is too perfect, I took a picture of your back, and it happened to be a little windy. When I handed the picture to Perry, do you know what he said?"

Bruce very cooperatively: "Tell me?"

"He yelled at me and told me to go to an underground club and get a fake Batman picture and he's going to fire me!"

Dick turned his head in an overly soft gesture. He looked at Jim and Juan carefully for a while, his expression a little flustered: "I thought Batman should be a mysterious urban legend?"

Clark said peacefully: "That's the editor-in-chief Perry who can appear at the scene of a disaster with Louis every time. Usually, they are thrown down by the villain together. I save Louis, and Bruce saves Perry."

"But Batman can't fly." Tim couldn't resist interrupting.

Clark nodded: "So I'll go and pick them up together. Sometimes Diana can help, but she can't be counted on if she fights."

The god of the world sat on the sofa in a skillful posture on the kang, and became more and more melancholy: "Now I have broken up with Louis, and I will pick up Perry from now on."

Bruce: "...so why were you broken up?"

He patted Clark on the back skillfully but unaccustomedly: "It's okay, it will get better after a while."

Clark whimpered helplessly, raised his face, and stared at Bruce with dog eyes: "Is this your experience?"

"No." Bruce replied honestly, "I haven't been broken up because I'm..."

"Bruce Wayne," Clark said darkly.

"Because I'm Batman." Bruce snapped his fingers, "So why did you break up?"

"Can you stop breaking up?"

"Okay." Bruce replied, "So why?"

"Rao...I hate you." Clark groaned in pain: "Because you and Diana——Louis complained that I talked about you and Diana every day, and she wanted to live a normal life, Then you died, I was depressed for a while, and Louis broke up with me."

"It's all your fault." Clark said sadly, "If I hadn't joined the Justice League, I wouldn't have known you and Diana, and I wouldn't have been dumped by Louis."

"Everyday?" Bruce sounded incredible. "As Louis's best friend, I remember her facing challenges every day under the fire of bullets?"

"Yeah." Clark covered his face: "Compared to being caught on Apocalypse knocking Darkseid with a chair, or fighting in melee with a robot superman in space, isn't it more everyday?"

Everyone showed a respectful look.

"What are you communicating with Louis now? Maybe I can help you win back Louis..." Bruce tried to make himself reasonable, no longer a billionaire who didn't touch the ground-but he really had a hard time understanding Clark No one would refuse Wayne's courtship, and Bruce would subconsciously keep a distance from those women he really admired.

Clark smirked.

"She was asking me when I will be with Diana." Clark tugged on his little curly hair, his blue eyes were confused enough: "Then I told her that you and Diana are just a couple."

"what?"

Jason and Bruce asked in unison. The black-haired youth seemed very unacceptable. Wonder Woman was the superhero he admired the most. He didn't mean that there was anything wrong with Bruce.

But, but that's Wonder Woman.

Bruce seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "What are you talking about? I thought you and Diana were a couple, didn't you get back together?"

Clark's eyes widened and he panicked: "That's all in the past!"

Bruce murmured: "So why do you feel that my love life is embarrassing for you, every time I am in the watchtower, I feel like I am the light bulb for you and Diana."

"She will share the best ice cream with you, and then take you to Paradise Island for vacation. You two don't need to communicate during the battle. You only need to look at each other to understand each other's meaning."

Bruce's voice was getting louder: "Now, tell me the fuck, you think I'm with Diana?"

Clark retorted loudly: "Diana will press you on a chair to heal your injuries as soon as you are injured. You opened a chain of ice cream shops in the United States for her. The figure of Wonder Woman is the most beautiful one. Dai Anna hugs you around every day—”

Clark almost collapsed: "Bruce, what's wrong with you?"

They stared at each other, both feeling that the other was somewhat out of his mind.

"very nice."

Diana landed lightly on the terrace, she looked glistening, and the black hair fixed by the starlight crown hung down like a waterfall. As a demigod, Wonder Woman has no flaws on her body, and her existence itself means perfection .

But the goddess is obviously not in a good mood now, she walked forward with rhythmic steps, every step the stiletto heels made a hole in the floor.

No one knows exactly how long Diana listened.

"I think so too." Diana shook the phone, and with Clark's vision, she could clearly see the dialogue with Louis on it.

"I always thought you were a couple."

Amazon's princess had a bad tone: "True love bullet, the world's number one partner, and the damn eye problem you said, don't you two also use eye contact with each other?"

Tim sums it up politely but without embarrassment.

"So when the three of you are together, you all feel like light bulbs?"

He received three angry looks.

"Listen Bruce," Diana said curtly. "I'm here to apologize, but I'm tired of guessing what the bat is thinking—"

She paused strangely, because Bruce was looking up at her in the appearance of a child, with a sharp chin and round eyes, looking like he was being bullied miserably.

Although she knew that Batman didn't feel that she was being bullied, Diana's tone was much better: "Sorry Bruce, we need to talk about it today."

"us?"

Clark flinched back, the big blue man looking helpless and pathetic now.

Bruce just sat there, motionless.

What can he do?Hit Diana in the face with your own little fist?

Clark felt guilty: "Diana, I haven't finished my manuscript. I really have to live on photosynthesis if I can't finish it..."

"I'm sorry Diana, I don't want to talk about letting me go—"

He shut his mouth abruptly, and stared at the rope around his waist in horror. The rope was golden and exuded a dazzling light.

——Mantra Lasso.

"Clark?" With a half-smile, Diana picked up Bruce's collar like a cat, tied Bruce's wrist with a mantra lasso, wrapped it around a few times, and put the young master in her arms.

"Is there anything you want to say, Bruce?"

Bruce's little face was flushed, but he still couldn't bear the coercive effect of the artifact. He opened his mouth in humiliation: "I don't want to talk about it, you two are bastards."

"You're right." Diana admitted naturally. "You two too."

"Let's go to the bedroom and talk." She carried Clark, who was bundled into a ball, with one hand, and Bruce with the other, floating lightly in the air.

"Wait, princess."

Dick stopped Diana abruptly.

Diana smiled gently: "I think you also need the lasso of mantra. When I run out, you can use it well."

Tim said peacefully, "I don't think so, Princess."

Dick braces himself against this dire future: "Diana, let me ask Bruce a few questions."