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

"Wang!"

The little golden retriever barked in disapproval, and it arched Bruce's arm hard, trying to make Bruce take it back.

Bruce pressed the little golden retriever carelessly, wrapped himself in the quilt and turned over.

He yawned, "I'm a little sleepy."

The little golden retriever took a breath with his nose, and it was also a little angry.

But in the end, it was diligently holding the corner of the quilt in its mouth, and slowly covered all the places where Bruce was exposed.

"You need to rest, Bruce," Clark said worriedly.

"But I don't want to sleep, I have nightmares when I fall asleep."

He frowned, and there was a trace of grievance on that pretty face.

"Can you stay with me?"

Clark sighed, he wanted to leave here and talk to Ye Yi, there were too many things that were wrong, but seeing Bruce like this, his heart softened.

"Are you leaving?" Bruce said sullenly, hiding his face under the covers.

"Aren't you my boyfriend?"

Clark stood by the bed awkwardly, he didn't know how to get along with a Batman who could act like a baby.

He accidentally looked at the little golden retriever, and suddenly, a strong sense of disobedience hit him.

Clark Kent has seen countless strange species. His partner, Krypton, as a Kryptonian dog, has super powers and can understand many languages, but Al and Krypton are different.

It... no, he looked too human.

Clark didn't know why he felt this way, but the superhero's sixth sense was verified many times, and it was by no means aimless. He felt a kind of soft care and a kind of broad compassion from Al. The perspective of the world... reveals a kind of divinity.

But when he looked at Bruce, it was like a star falling into the world.

Bruce uses Al as his anchor, and why doesn't Al?

Clark looked at Al, hesitated: "Bruce, where did you meet Al?"

"Arkham."

Clark paused, and he nodded.

"I see." He touched Bruce's exposed hair, Bruce's hair was very soft, with a slight curl, and it felt great to the touch.

"Bruce, go to sleep, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." He patted the quilt.

Bruce rubbed against the quilt slightly, but he still didn't expose his head. Clark gently pulled Bruce's quilt.

"You'll be short of breath."

The quilt couldn't be rolled up, and after a while, Bruce stretched out a hand from under the silk quilt, which was as white and delicate as cream against the dark sheets.

Just like Clark's hand.

Clark felt sore, he stretched out his hands and gently wrapped it around it.

After finally waiting for Bruce to fall asleep, Clark carefully floated up and slipped out without a sound.

The little golden retriever raised his head slightly, opened his glasses and glanced at Clark, then lay down again and continued to sleep peacefully beside Bruce's pillow.

"There's something wrong with Bruce." Clark walked through the mansion and found Dick in an inconspicuous room, bandaging himself.

Dick tightened his bandages as if venting his anger.

"Which point are you referring to that is wrong?"

He looked up at Clark. "He's almost insane, isn't he?"

Clark clenched his fists, not wanting to admit it, but Bruce looked to him no different than a piece of broken glass that was then put back together again.

——It will fall apart at the slightest touch.

"I don't know what happened to him, he looked ... vulnerable."

Clark pinched the bridge of his nose, and the Kryptonian, who had always been tireless, hunched his back and reluctantly admitted this fact.

"Rao... I don't want to say this, he can hardly control his emotions, he becomes sensitive, emotional, and for some reason, he looks at me like a miracle, he will not be in front of me Consciously be careful."

Dick tore off the bandages on his body, and blood seeped from under the layers of gauze.

"He's self-loathing and self-blaming all the time."

He gave up on the never-ending bandage and tossed the roll aside dejectedly.

He looked up at Clark: "What should I do?"

Clark's question was like the last straw that crushed him. Dick has always been a careful person, and his smiling appearance may make it difficult to detect this.

It's not that he didn't doubt the authenticity of the Bruce who came back. Tony issued a detailed DNA report, but it could be falsified, but the reason why Dick decided to give up doubting was nothing else.

— the time he spent with Bruce.

These days are so beautiful, Bruce has become cheerful and frank, he will no longer toss and turn in the rainy night because of old injuries, he will not stare at Jason's broken Robin uniform in the batcave, and he will not sleep and consume own vitality...

...and Jason, he and his brother finally reconciled after going through so much, he could see Jason holding a book and watering the flowers in Wayne Mansion.

It made Dick feel like he made up for some of his mistakes.

What's more, this Bruce is like the Bruce when Dick was just adopted, the Bruce who has not closed himself, the Bruce who is like his own relatives, will cook for him, and watch movies with him to spend parent-child time.

Jason had Bruce like this too, but Tim and Damian?Dick knew Bruce still loved them, but they were more like Batman and Robin than they were his own son.

Jason feels like an outsider, Tim has always had a sense of insecurity, only Damian... he firmly believes that everything about his Batman will be inherited by him.

During these days, Dick was uneasy, and he repeatedly asked himself, "Is this all fake?"

Dick thought, how can this be fake?Even if the memory can be faked, the feeling Bruce gave him would not be faked.

This must be Bruce, and when he remembers, everything will be back to normal.

He just missed Bruce so much, he didn't want to admit that Bruce was really dead.

But Tim's death hit him hard, forcing him to open his eyes to the truth he didn't want to face.

Jason and Tim used their lives to force Dick to think, to dig, to pop this illusory happiness bubble, and to break this seemingly harmonious family life.

To face the reality full of blood and tears.

Dick folded his arms around his knees and curled up into a ball. In front of Clark, he didn't have to pretend that nothing happened. He even imagined hugging Clark as he did when he first met Superman when he was ten years old. Take some comfort.

He felt the soft sofa under him sink, and Clark sat down next to him. He took out a fresh roll of bandages from the medicine cabinet, and wrapped Dick meticulously.

"I know, Dick, it's difficult."

Dick felt the pain in the wound, and the teacher said that Superman's stitches were not bad, but the stitches made him want to cry.

He sniffed.

Dick told Clark what had happened to him last night, Jason's inexplicable warning, and Tim's last words.

Clark listened quietly, he didn't need to do anything, he didn't need to say anything, he just needed to be there, and Dick felt infinitely at ease.

"I'll let the AI ​​in the Fortress of Solitude track Bruce's traces. Krypton is at the top level in the universe in terms of time and space research."

Clark assured Dick.

"No, Superman, I need you to do something else."

Tim and Jason pushed open the door and walked in.

Dick jumped up in shock, "When did you guys come?"

Jason glanced at him. "Relax, you're not the only one who knows Bruce's crazy, he's a lot crazier than you think."

"what?"

Tim resisted Dick's urge to probe further. "I'll get down to business first."

"I need your help, Clark." Tim took out a box with layers of combination locks, and he placed the box on the table.

"What's this?" Dick reached out, trying to pick up the box.

"Don't move around." Jason slapped Dick's hand away roughly.

Dick withdrew his hand silently, looked at Jason with a sense of guilt, and waited for Tim's explanation a little aggrieved.

Tim gave Dick an apologetic smile.

He turned to Clark, "Superman, have you heard of n-metal?"

Clark shook his head: "I can ask Krypton AI to search the database."

Tim pursed his lips. He looked a little nervous: "It's a substance that exists on the planet Thanagar. As far as I know, Hawkgirl's equipment is made of it."

Clark nodded, motioning for Tim to continue.

"I want you to collect as much of this metal as possible. I need it against Bruce."

Clark was taken aback, "I want to know why." He said calmly.

"No, Superman, I can't tell you why, I can only say, you have to stay away from Bruce."

Tim spoke quickly, and he warned Clark in an unquestionable tone.

"He's dangerous."

Jason patted Tim on the shoulder reassuringly.

Tim glanced at Jason silently, then turned to look at Dick: "Big Blue, I must tell you that this Bruce comes from a parallel world, and he has nothing to do with us."

To his surprise, Dick didn't react violently, but just nodded numbly.

Tim pinched his palm and said hastily, "But I already know where Bruce is, Dick, he's alive, he's just trapped."

Dick raised his head suddenly, looked at Tim expectantly, and asked tremblingly, "Where is he?"

Although Clark looked calm, he floated up a few centimeters, and even the little curly hair on his forehead was excitedly raised.

"Do you remember the portraits at the manor?" Tim asked.

"What's wrong?" Dick was a little surprised.

"There is one missing mural on the display wall, and the missing one is named Thomas Wayne."

"Bruce's father?" Dick was even more surprised, "What does this have to do with him?"

"It's not the same person. This person is regarded as a disgrace by the Wayne family. He was a cult leader in the [-]th century. He once presided over a demon summoning ceremony and successfully summoned Barbatos."

"Oh..." Clark sighed.

"Not the same name?" Dick asked hopelessly.

Tim shook his head heavily.

Dick showed a pensive expression: "Speaking of it... I used to laugh at Bruce's fate with bats, because I once saw a person holding a box with a bat logo in a portrait."

He recalled with some difficulty: "It seems to be called... Joshua Wayne?"