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

"You said to have a meal, but I didn't expect to go to this kind of place." Clark blinked.

"What? Do you think a rich man should put his arms around two European women, buy a hotel and let them swim in the pool?"

Bruce showed a mean expression, and he punched Clark lightly.

Clark pretended to be injured, dodged exaggeratedly, and spread his hands innocently.

"But you are Bruce Wayne, not an ordinary rich man."

Bruce rolled his eyes, "Shut up, big reporter, if you don't want to be in the headlines, then cover yourself up."

"Okay, listen to you."

Clark didn't expect that Bruce would take him to a... a small shop that could be called shabby. A group of sturdy men laughed and exchanged glasses, and women in cheap and revealing attire wandered around the crowd and made fun of them.

"Does it taste good here?" Clark asked curiously.

"I do not know."

"Then why are we here?" Clark was even more curious.

He noticed that Bruce's expression was blank for a moment, and his eyes flicked up unconsciously, showing that he was remembering something.

Bruce said calmly, "I just remember, this place used to taste good."

"Oh..." Clark looked down at Bruce cautiously, "Have you been here before?"

Bruce nodded. "That was a long time ago. It wasn't like this."

The boss threw a bottle of beer at Clark, "Then, don't expect any service here." Clark narrowly caught the bottle before it hit Bruce.

"Not bad." The boss showed a surprised expression, and he looked up at Clark.

Bruce doesn't move, he looks sideways at Clark.

"I remember that he used to be a good man. He would give homeless children endless food for free, let homeless warblers escape from enemies here, and would pay taxes honestly..."

"Until? Then what happened?"

Bruce looked up at Clark, with a strange smile in his eyes, and he looked calm and weird.

"Why do you ask?"

Clark sighed, shrugging slightly.

"Because you won't bring me here for no reason, not to mention, this is Gotham."

Bruce smiled and repeated, "Yes, this is Gotham."

"So Bruce, what did you call a reporter here for?"

Clark understood that Bruce would not attempt anything from him. He didn't even know he was Superman until now, he just thought he was an ordinary person, and Bruce never mentioned Batman in front of him, and he never showed Batman's character. one side.

Clark did not tell Bruce his identity frankly, not out of any security or peace considerations.

Just for bad taste.

Who wouldn't want to see the astonishment of a stern-faced consultant who has no plans to spare?

Come on... who wouldn't want to see an old bat joke?

Just thinking about what Bruce will look like when he learns his identity, Clark is full of expectations. He even contacted Diana, informed Bruce of the situation, and asked Diana to keep it a secret for him.

"No problem." Diana agreed straight away. From Diana's voice, it could be heard that Wonder Woman was working very hard to hold back her laughter.

"Hera! I hope I'll be there!" Diana happily made her request.

"I think Miss Prince should have many opportunities to meet Mr. Wayne?" Clark pointed.

"Oh..." Diana understood, "I always knew you were never as honest as you seemed."

Clark smiled and hung up the phone.

"Until a bullet took his son's life, he turned to Falconi and became the most ruthless little boss in this area."

Clark shook his head, "That's not why he hurt others."

"Yeah." Bruce sighed. "But he had no choice, there was nothing he could do about the bullet that killed his son."

The boss heard Bruce's words, and walked over with a bad expression, "What do you know?"

He stretched out his hand savagely, wanting to yank off Bruce's hood, "What right do you have to speak out here, a shrinking guy?"

Clark stepped forward, hunched over, and sincerely apologized to the boss, "I'm sorry, my companion is not malicious."

Clark was pushed away by a strong force, he felt a tight waist, Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark's waist, and he lifted his hood slightly.

"Go away." He said two words peacefully with a straight face, and Clark noticed that Bruce looked at the boss like he was looking at an ant blocking the way.

He moved imperceptibly, putting himself in a position that could stop Bruce from going mad at any moment.

"I'm sorry!" The boss saw Bruce's face clearly, he nodded and bowed, his face changed drastically, "I didn't know you would come here."

"Go away," Bruce said quietly.

"Yes... I'm leaving now, I hope you have a good night." The boss bent over and left, muttering, "It's all that damn Batman."

Bruce pulled out a chair and motioned for Clark to sit down, then walked across the table and sat down himself, holding the wine glass on the table and looking at the light.

"Not bad." He poured the beer slowly into the glasses, then pushed one of the glasses towards Clark.

"Nothing new, it's just a normal scene in Gotham every day, when Falcone and Penguin were fighting here, Batman tried to stop him, but a bullet hit Batman's armor, and the bullet rebounded Go out and shoot that hapless kid."

Bruce turned the dirty glass in his hand, he watched the liquid in the glass shake constantly, and said lightly.

"It's not Batman's fault."

Clark grabbed the cup in his hand and took a sip.

"But this person can't turn to the courts. He knows that corrupt prosecutors are lazy to prosecute. Even if Batman keeps the prisoner at the gate of the police station, the prisoner will be released after two days in prison at most."

"In order not to become a victim, he chose to be the one who did the harm."

Bruce looked up, serious, and he looked into Clark's eyes. "This city is rotten."

Clark's heart was ringing with alarms. He was afraid that Bruce's next sentence would be to destroy this city full of crime and completely re-establish order or something.

"Arkham doesn't need to imprison another person," Clark thought.

Bruce showed a faint smile, "What's the use of Batman? Has he really changed the city? After so many years, it's the same as before except for more and more mutant monsters."

"But……"

"Listen to me." Bruce gently pressed his index finger to Clark's lips.

The boy in the small town suddenly became red-faced, and he shrank back suddenly, covering his mouth.

Bruce smiled teasingly, "It's so cute."

He quickly regained his composure, and said seriously: "Batman can throw those rubbish at the gate of the police station again and again, but in this city, as long as he has enough capital, he can override everything. It’s useless to say.”

Clark nodded, "Good people are constantly turning bad, and Gotham is devouring its people like a quagmire."

"The people never see any hope. Batman can't give them such hope. There used to be a Knight of Light, but it also fell in the end."

Clark didn't say anything, he knew Bruce was talking about Two-Face Harvey Dent, but the Fall of the Light Knight was still a secret, and Clark wasn't supposed to know about it.

"Then how can I help you?"

There was an unbearable expression on Clark's face. No matter how much suffering Superman had seen, he still felt sad for misfortune every time.

"I hope you can expose this, Clark."

Bruce held Clark's hand sincerely, his hand was cold and strong. "The Wayne Group can guarantee your safety."

The boss who had been eavesdropping couldn't help but let out a sneer. "Mr. Wayne, what even Batman can't do, can the Wayne Group do?"

He scoffed at this, "That damned bat monster is the root of all this."

"Hey... buddy, I don't agree with your statement." Clark stood up with a serious expression, his tall and strong body made the boss's breath stop for a while.

Bruce pulled him back, "He's telling the truth, Clark, you don't have to speak for Batman."

Clark's blue glasses revealed infinite sadness and grief, "Bruce, Batman is a great hero."

Clark's determined attitude made Bruce's mood sour, "What Gotham needs is not a hero, what he needs is an ordinary person."

Bruce suppressed his bad emotions, and continued to say without haste: "I want the good people in Gotham to see hope, even if it's just a little bit, Clark, you are a reporter who has won the Pulitzer, I know you With your own ethics and professional ethics, I will not let you become Wayne's queen pen or something..."

He paused, "But Gotham has waited too long."

"Maybe Superman can do something?" Clark tentatively tentatively, "Uh...you know, he is called the embodiment of hope...Bruce, you don't have to fight alone all the time."

This boast was too much for Clark, but he realized that Bruce was doing some extremely dangerous things, and this Gotham was not his, nor was the Wayne Group, and he didn't want Bruce to turn the Wayne Group into a By all accounts, his Batman return will kill him.

"Get out of my Gotham!" Batman's rough voice echoed in his ears, and Clark shrank his neck involuntarily.

Bruce shook his head indifferently: "That big Boy Scout? He doesn't fit here. What else can he do besides smirking and taking the kitten down from the tree, and carrying a few crashed planes?"

"You're so mean." Clark gasped. "I think Superman can play a role. He's not as vulnerable as you think."

"Are we really going to argue about Superman and Batman?" Bruce said indifferently, bored.

"can you help me?"

Clark thought for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"I'm very sorry."