Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

The expression of the Laughing Bat froze for a brief moment, but this subtle change was so fleeting that no one caught it. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a mocking smile, "That's my world, how could it be possible? Reject me?"

He asked back in a natural tone: "What do you think I'm busy with these days? If I can't go back?"

"Yes." Clark nodded, he thought for a while, and felt that the Laughing Bat didn't need to lie to him about this kind of thing. Although he has always had that hateful self-destructive tendency, there is still a whole world waiting for him Save it, "I believe in you."

He said it in a tone of conviction.

Clark stayed in the manor, he pretended to ask for the approval of the Laughing Bat, and then ran out at super speed when the Laughing Bat showed a half-smile expression, and then cheekily put the Laughing Bat on the left side of the room. the room of his own.

"This way I can take better care of B..." Clark insisted, and he yelled at Dick with guilt: "He's very fragile now!"

Dick couldn't help being at a loss for words. He looked into Superman's sky blue eyes seriously, and began to think about a philosophical question. In the eyes of Kryptonians, all people on Earth are fragile babies, or is Superman's unique filter for Batman?

Dick rubbed his back. During today's sparring, he was thrown to the ground by the Laughing Bat again, and his back still hurts till now.

If it's the latter, then this filter is really too thick.

"Okay." Dick remembered the sentence Jason always muttered - "I think they're going to fuck together sooner or later."

Clark settled down without a hitch, and he hadn't planned to interfere with the Laughing Bat, because Batman's stubbornness had cost him a lot in the past, and most of the time, Batman was always right.

But he failed the next day.

The sky was blue and the sun was very bright. Clark sat in the dining room with blank eyes. He waited for a long time, but still couldn't bear to turn his head.

"Isn't he coming out for dinner?"

"Hmm." Jason glanced at the antique clock hanging on the wall, and said vaguely while chewing: "It's still early... He usually comes out at lunch time."

Clark was dumbfounded. He looked at the sumptuous meals on the table, and then at the clock on the wall: "...it's already one o'clock in the afternoon."

"And this is breakfast?"

"It's breakfast for us." Dick replied with a smile, and he rolled his eyes maliciously, "It's also a standard item for Wayne's family."

This damn capitalist, the hard-working little reporter Clark felt offended. They both arrived in the Lord's World with nothing. Why is he still the one who has to worry about water and electricity?

"I'll wake him up." Clark wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin reservedly, turned his face away and went straight upstairs, so that the rich light would not blind him.

"Wake up."

Clark watched the Laughing Bat shrink back into the quilt with amused expression, then buried his face in the pillow, "It's still early... Ah Fu."

"If you have breakfast at one o'clock in the afternoon, Master Bruce." Clark replied with a firm tone.

He directly reached into the quilt, grabbed the position under the arm of the Laughing Bat, and pulled him out of the quilt like a reluctant black/cat.

"It's still dark." The Laughing Bat opened his eyes, and he struggled symbolically twice.

Clark's body froze, he gently put the Laughing Bat back on the bed, straightened his crumpled pajamas, and held his arm.

"I'm still young?" The Laughing Bat asked suspiciously.

[Very enjoyable. 】

Bruce hid deep in the Laughing Bat's consciousness, an indescribable feeling was washing over him one after another, and he knew it was the Laughing Bat's feeling.

Clark thought for a while, and grabbed the hand of the Laughing Bat without any embarrassment, "The door is here, there are stairs about ten meters away..." He was as nervous as an old woman, but he was surprised to find that this feeling did not it's OK.

The Laughing Bat squeezed the space between his brows, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Clark clap his hands twice.

The Laughing Bat staggered.

[I'm assuming he wasn't celebrating when I made my way down the stairs? 】

【Yes. 】Bruce made up the knife mercilessly.

[What's wrong with this Kryptonian? 】The Laughing Bat asked incredulously: 【Did I give him any illusion? 】

He felt a lightness in his body, and his whole body was suspended in the air immediately. The bend of his legs was strongly supported, and a warm breath surrounded him. Touch disturbs the mood.

[This is too gay. 】

【Seconded. 】

"Don't move around." Clark put the arm of the Laughing Bat in an orderly position, and floated down from upstairs with an upright face. If he had an extra red cape now, then this scene would definitely be on the stage. Newspaper headlines.

The Laughing Bat's fingers trembled slightly, and he hid his face expressionlessly.

In the darkness, he heard the beating of Clark's heart.

Bruce said quietly: [I don't believe he is a straight man. 】

The Laughing Bat didn't speak.

[Now I feel that I am not quite straight either. ] Bruce sighed sadly.

Dick and Jason put down the knives and forks in their hands, and they made weird coughing sounds, but the Laughing Bat clung to Clark's neck as if nothing had happened, and put his feet on the ground, before he could grope for where the chair was, Clark had already pulled out a chair and placed it behind him, and thoughtfully folded the napkin and placed it next to the Laughing Bat's hand.

Dick and Jason looked at each other, and they both saw an impulse in each other's eyes.

They shouldn't be here.

Damn, I'd love to have a Kryptonian too.

But they soon became numb after seeing this scene. In this world, Clark did not become a Superman anymore. He stayed in the manor honestly, and without the burden of life, he was free like never before.

And strangely feel the happiness of being nurtured.

Clark was lying on the sofa bored, posing in a paralyzed pose of salted fish. Although he didn't feel tired, this pose was like magic and he couldn't help it. He pressed the TV, and the There are more channels, and the Lords of Justice are improving themselves.

Overlord Superman, Overlord Superman, Overlord Superman again, Clark pressed the remote control continuously, and he saw Wonder Woman and Green Lantern one after another, and he continued to press until all channels were switched to one side.

He still couldn't see the gray bat on TV.

Clark glanced out of the window. The weather in Star City is very similar to that in the metropolis. Every day is sunny and fine, but every now and then it will rain heavily at night. This is the case today. The raindrops outside the house are heavy and urgent, hitting the ground, clattering The rattling sound filled his eardrums, and Clark walked to the window, his eyesight able to see through the clouds, all the way to the watchtower.

He saw Lord Superman doing nothing, sitting upright in a chair, holding a small box in his hand, looking thoughtful, Clark's super vision couldn't see through the small box-it was made of lead It was done, but Clark knew what was in there.

It's a kryptonite ring.

He also has a box like that.

Clark suddenly remembered that the Laughing Bat hadn't used the ring when he tricked him into the watchtower and nearly killed him.

Lord Superman stroked the surface of the box with his fingers, he stood up, and walked around the room twice, his fingers hovered in the air a few times, but they always fell down.

For the last time, Lord Superman closed his eyes, and pressed the virtual screen once with a vicious attitude. Clark stared at Lord Superman's movements, feeling a little inexplicable.

But he quickly understood, because the voice in the communicator was all too familiar to him, that low and somewhat hoarse voice - Batman's voice-changing device is the same.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking that he didn't need to look any further. Clark found that he had sat up straight without knowing it, so he walked upstairs without thinking.

It's rare that the Laughing Bat is not sleeping. You must know that he is asleep for most of the day now. Sometimes Clark will quietly take a look at his heart with x-sight to prevent him from losing his breath silently. The Laughing Bat Leaning against the head of the bed and reading a book, his fingertips ran across the uneven surface of the paper.

"Oedipus the King?" Clark glimpsed the illustrations in the book.

The Laughing Bat closed the book with one hand, his pale fingers resting on the dark spine, hiding the name of the book.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Uh..." Clark was at a loss for words.

"Do you remember that lead box?" Clark asked suddenly.

The Laughing Bat froze for a moment, he knew that what Clark was asking about was not any lead box, he was asking about the kryptonite ring.

How can I not remember.

He even remembered the heat still remaining on the lead box when he held it in his hand, and the look on Clark's face——

"I put it in the Batcave," replied the Laughing Bat.

【It's clearly on you. 】

The Laughing Bat ignored Bruce, he looked at Clark gently, "Do you need it?"

Clark waved his hands again and again, "Just to mention this, I just..."

"I saw Lord Superman connect the communication to Gray Bat."

"That's good." There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the Laughing Bat, and he quickly raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, "But I thought Batman would call that number first."

"Dicky Bird, Clark is talking to Bruce." Jason typed the code in the Batcave, "This is a good opportunity."

Dick hesitated for a moment. He cut off the monitor and dialed the number he hadn't dialed.