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

Clark tapped Bruce on the shoulder, trying to cheer him up.

"Bruce, look at me."

Bruce didn't look up, he just sat there dejectedly, with his head down.

Clark looked around, Superman could see the other side of the earth at a glance, his x-sight could penetrate everything except lead, and finding a little golden retriever was of course a no-brainer.

But this is Gotham, most of the old buildings contain lead, and Superman can't locate the little golden retriever at a glance like cheating.

He had to be like an ordinary person, just like Batman used to be, running around looking for the puppy's paw prints, scraping away the ruins on the ground bit by bit, bending down and standing up again and again, like this again and again. The machine repeats.

Bruce looked up, he was too tired, he didn't want to move, so he just stared blankly at Clark searching bit by bit.

In fact, from the moment he woke up, he felt very tired and depressed, but it seemed that disguising had become a kind of deep-rooted instinct. Strictly guard against it, and try your best at all times.

In fact, he didn't want to touch anyone.

Looking at all the beautiful things, a voice in his heart kept clamoring; "Destroy everything—!"

Whenever he feels a little happy, he will unconsciously panic, he always feels that everything is like a soap bubble, and he will still be thrown into the abyss after the soap bubble bursts.

Inside he hides a cowardly Bruce Wayne who is so afraid of misfortune that he is deeply afraid of happiness.

Life would be less bitter if he had never tasted sweetness.

But when he was alone with this big guy, he began to let himself go, allowing those bad emotions such as exhaustion and self-blame to devour him. Delusions and greed kept surging in his heart, and jealousy, ambition, aggression and fear were violently in his mind raging.

"Make him mine," Bruce thought casually.

Bruce stared at Clark's back. The big man walked through the flames and the collapsed roof. He walked through the huge ruins, into the blackened ruins, and then disappeared.

"I'm the only one left," Bruce thought.

After the chaos subsides, there's only a hair-raising silence, no one near this place, no one here except Bruce.

Bruce sat alone in the huge ruins, motionless, like a lonely tombstone.

"I'm not lonely, I'm just bored," he thought.

A gust of wind blew past, and Bruce rubbed his eyes, then put his hands down again.

He saw a sea.

Bruce froze, and Clark squatted in front of him, with both hands stuck behind the little golden retriever's front legs, and raised the little golden retriever high in front of Bruce.

"Wow." The little golden retriever cried out softly, struggling slightly, trying to get Clark to put it down.

Clark grinned and moved the little golden retriever a little to the left. His smile came out of his crystal clear blue eyes, and the moonlight shone on his ancient Greek sculpture-like face, which was blessed by the god of beauty.

The world suddenly lost its color, and the bright moon and starry sky became the background in front of him.

Bruce heard the sound of flowers blooming, and he heard an old voice saying in his ear: "Master Bruce, remember to look up at the starry sky, the stars all over the sky are like blooming flowers."

Bruce looked up, and many years later, he could still remember that night, there was only a bright moon hanging in the night sky of Gotham, without a single star.

He stretched out his hand and took the little golden retriever. The little golden retriever rubbed against Bruce's arms and curled up into a ball.

"Thank you," he whispered.

The man in front of him looked rather surprised. There was a hint of surprise on his face, and then he laughed again.

"Oh... Bruce, you never have to say thank you to me."

That smile was so gentle that it seemed to soothe all pain.

Bruce moved to the right, patted the spot where he had just been sitting, and motioned for Clark to sit down.

Clark lowered his head slightly, he looked confused, but still didn't ask anything.

Bruce gave a bright, cheerful smile.

At this time, Gotham stopped the hustle and bustle, and the soft moonlight shone on them. They just sat quietly like that, and the air was filled with tranquility and peace.

Bruce turned his head to look at Clark, and he gently tugged on Clark's sleeve.

"I want to give you a present."

Clark folded his hands behind his head, and he leaned back slightly.

"Send me what?"

Clark couldn't help but smile, he thought of the various gifts Batman gave him in the past.

"Farms, egg beaters, bicycles, perfume, oh...hope it's not cash this time."

He stretches, and while Kryptonians don't get tired, he still enjoys the human way of relaxing.

"Is the moonlight beautiful today?" Bruce asked vaguely.

"not bad?"

Bruce put his hand behind Clark's head, and with a slight force, motioned him to lower his head.

The Kryptonian obediently lowered his head.

"I want to send you a bright moon."

He raised his face slightly, with a smile on his lips, staring at Clark.

"Mingyue?" Clark was a little surprised.

Bruce pointed to his eyes.

"Oh...I see." The small town boy avoided Bruce's gaze.

Mr. Superman realized something, he realized something that his super brain subconsciously ignored.

"Bruce, I need to talk to you about when you..."

"What are you talking about? Do you have any dissatisfaction with me?"

Bruce cut Clark off before he could finish, "I hope I didn't make you feel bad," he said sincerely.

Clark pushed his glasses, showing a troubled look.

"Bruce, do you think we're a couple?"

"Yes." Bruce replied emphatically.

Clark asked hesitantly, "Do you remember when we first met?"

Clark recalled the rainy night of the fight, when the heavily armored Batman pinched his neck and asked him if he would bleed.

He felt a dull pain in his body. If Batman was making a black joke with Superman in front of the public, what is Bruce doing to Clark now?

He was amused by his own thoughts.

"I remember...you have a pair of beautiful blue eyes. I saw you in the crowd, and then I counted your seats and asked you to come to the stage."

Clark said cautiously, "But we've seen it before."

Bruce showed a very disapproving look, "I forgot something."

He paused, then said, "But it's all insignificant stuff."

Clark went on, "I can't imagine how you think about it, Bruce."

Bruce looked at Clark with an arrogant and impatient look, and said in an extremely impatient voice: "Why are everyone reminding me of me, thinking of what I will be, and telling me that the past me What will you do?"

He stretched out an index finger, restrained his anger and poked at Clark's plump chest muscles.

"I don't need others to tell me what I am like. I am very satisfied with my life now, and the lost memory will not affect anything, do you understand?" "Sorry." Clark blurted out.

Bruce looked at the big man with a panicked expression, he felt that this expression was extremely annoying, this person should not show such an expression, he should not even suffer any painful treatment, he should be a person who smiles and gives people hope and happiness.

"Don't make that look, it's not for you," Bruce said.

"You didn't say anything wrong." He looked down at the dust under his feet and murmured.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Bruce, I'm sorry I used a stereotype to treat you, which is an unconscious arrogance." Clark began to dissect himself seriously, and he realized that for a Bruce who knew nothing, his It's very unfair.

Bruce licked his lips involuntarily.

"If you don't want to think about it, that's fine, Bruce, I just hope you're better off."

Clark's tone was very sincere, and these words were all from the heart. He sincerely hoped that his old friend could live a happy and peaceful life instead of becoming increasingly depressed and depressed.

"Can we get to know each other again? My name is Clark Kent."

Bruce looked at the man in front of him, he was a little confused and upset, his eyes unconsciously moved away from those blue eyes and moved to that beautiful chin.

He held out his hand, "Bruce Wayne."

Clark took the hand tenderly.

Dick hid in the shadows, with an expression on his face that could be called kind, the kind that Damian couldn't help but stab him when he saw it.

He didn't experience anything bad tonight, and he thought it would be a rough night, but he didn't see any old friends except the Poison Ivy woman who was paroled earlier.

On the contrary, there are a lot of clowns' tricks in what happened tonight.

Dick is an optimistic person, which does not mean that he will subconsciously ignore some ominous signs, but he will look at everything with hope and try his best to make these things better.

Although Dick already knew the danger of this Bruce, he could infer some things from Tim's warning before. Bruce is likely to kill himself in the future, kill Jason, and seriously injure Tim.

But Dick still hoped that Bruce would be happy, and when he rushed towards the Batmobile exhausted with blood and gunpowder smoke, he saw Bruce sitting alone and alone in the huge ruins.

There were many questions in his mind, but they were all suppressed by him.

He just wanted to go up and ask Bruce if he was hurt, if he was sad.

Just as he took a step, he saw Superman, who was not wearing a red cape, holding up a dirty little golden retriever, and smiled at himself.

He stopped subconsciously.

He thought maybe he shouldn't bother Bruce at this point, and Dick was terribly afraid that he was going to screw everything up, that he was making things worse for Bruce.

Many people have commented that Dick is an outlier in the Bat family, but those who are familiar with it know that Nightwing has the same paranoia and desire to control as the Bat family.

If Tim is the most Batman-like person, Dick is the most Bruce Wayne-like one.

He saw something different about Bruce when he was alone.

So he silently made room for Bruce.