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

Bruce nodded noncommittal with a calm face.

"Aren't you going to ask why?" Clark fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable when he refused Bruce.

"What's the point?" Bruce ignored Clark's uneasiness, his expression remained unchanged, and said indifferently: "If you tell me the reason, will you be willing to help me?"

Clark choked, and he said with difficulty: "No."

Bruce evoked a faint smile: "Then what's the point of me asking you why?"

He raised his head, and his piercing gaze looked straight into Clark's eyes, as if it could penetrate Clark's entire body.

"You need this, don't you? If I ask you why, you can make an explanation to make yourself reasonable, and I should socially forgive and say it's okay, right?"

Clark waved his hands again and again, he wanted to say something, but Bruce's words hit the nail on the head, poking at the place he least wanted to be exposed.

Superman is deeply human, his humanity is even more than real human beings, and many people have speculated whether Superman is an all-knowing and omnipotent god, an embodiment of virtue.

Not so, Wonder Woman once put the lasso of truth into Superman's hands and asked who Superman was.

Superman replied, "I'm Clark Kent."

To Superman, he's just a human being with superpowers who, undeniably, can feel alone and out of place on Earth because he doesn't fit in with the crowd.

But to Superman's id, he admits he's just Clark Kent, a human being.

Of course he should have human selfishness, human emotions and desires.

Why should Superman be enshrined on the altar and deified as a symbol because he has god-like power?a symbol?

The former Batman scoffed at that.

Bruce is still gentle, but his eyes are so cold that it hurts Clark.

Clark lowered his head and was silent for a long time. He drooped his head and couldn't say a word for a while.

Bruce laughed suddenly.

"Why are you so guilty? Clark, everyone is asking for something from me, only you are acting like you have done something wrong because you refused my request."

He yawned, "You are under no obligation to do anything for me."

He gave a mischievous smile, "Please, can you have a smile?"

Clark struggled to force a smile, and he felt even more guilty. He couldn't help but torture himself in his heart, if he wasn't willing to help Bruce, who could Bruce go to?Is it as Batman alone pulling Gotham out of the mud?Or go to someone who needs him to pay a certain price? "

Bruce rested his chin on his hand, lazily leaning on the table, with a gentle and sweet expression on his face. He looked at the little reporter who was at a loss, picked up the wine bottle, and filled Clark's glass.

"We are out on a date today, and I don't want to make you unhappy."

Clark lowered his eyes, he stared blankly at Bruce's delicate ankle under the table, his super brain was running rapidly, trying to make up for one or two.

"Taste it?" He felt a trace of coldness on his lips.

Bruce smiled and pressed the glass full of wine to Clark's lips.

"Ah...Okay." Clark took Bruce's hand and took a sip in a daze.

Suddenly, he noticed that his wine glass was still in his hand.

What about this cup?

—This is Bruce's cup.

Clark's super brain shut down, and he gasped, forgetting that he hadn't had time to swallow the wine yet.

"Cough...cough..."

Clark coughed heart-piercingly. As a straight and straight man, he was molested countless times by his gloomy colleagues within a few days, and he was defeated by Gotham Prince's various romantic methods.

"I'm sorry, Rao, is this your punishment for me?"

Clark couldn't help but apologize to the Kryptonian gods, he couldn't help but wonder if this was his punishment for wanting to see the old Bat joke, he was already worried that when Batman came back...

Batman is watching you.

You are being made watch by Batman.

His brain started to send an alarm to him, his heart was up and down, and his ears couldn't help but turn red.

He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself.

"You can do it, Clark." He secretly encouraged himself.

He raised his head resignedly, and found that Bruce was twirling the rope on his sweater lightly and deftly, staring at him intently.

He let out a puppy whimper.

Bruce's eyes sparkled, his smile widened and he let out a laugh.

Clark stole a glance at Bruce and laughed too.

"I hope you haven't been offended today."

When it was time to say goodbye, Bruce hugged Clark, breathed softly in his ear, and said in a soft tone.

Clark nodded absent-mindedly.

"It's a pleasure."

"Please contact me anytime." Bruce walked briskly, tilted his head slightly, and patted Clark's chest happily.

He said goodbye to Clark, hugged, and turned around.

——The corners of his mouth gradually turned down, and the heart-stirring look gradually disappeared from his eyes.

——that pretty face became indifferent, and he looked indifferent and melancholy.

He walked forward slowly, feeling cold in his heart.

"I've had enough," he thought.

"I don't want to stay in this damn place."

Bruce felt the loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow. The world was so big that he had nowhere to go, and he was alone with countless wealth.

He felt that his anchor was uprooted, and he felt a sense of emptiness after waking up, a strangeness without a sense of belonging, and he suddenly had a sense of fear that he wanted to hide and avoid being seen .

He suddenly felt that the whole world was rejecting him.

He realized that something was wrong with him, and then the anger couldn't be suppressed from the bottom of his heart.

"You actually rejected me?"

Bruce is savoring this strange emotion carefully, it is very complex, with a mess of emotions such as incomprehension, doubt, disbelief and so on.

Still a little helpless.

"Why do I have such a big reaction to this reporter?"

Bruce squeezed his temple with one hand, frowned and rubbed it, he felt a headache.

"He shouldn't have turned me down."

Those eyes that were as wide and tolerant as the sea appeared in his mind again. Bruce never thought of the possibility that Clark would reject him. He subconsciously determined that his request would be met.

But reality hit him hard.

"Who do you think you are?" He sneered at himself, "Why do you have such high expectations for him?"

Bruce knew that this was extremely unfair to Clark, but he just couldn't suppress his anger and grievance, and he didn't even want to admit that he was so wronged.

He suddenly wanted to see Clark, and wanted to ask him why he rejected him, even though not long ago, he pretended to be generous and laughed at Clark's behavior, and arbitrarily tore off that layer of cellophane.

He couldn't help turning his head to look behind him.

Behind him was a lot of traffic and a sea of ​​people, but there was no one he wanted to see.

But he suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, rushing straight to the top of his head.

In the middle of the road, Bruce saw a man in strange clothes.

The man stood leisurely in the middle of the road, folded his hands, and bowed slightly forward.

He survived the traffic unscathed.

The man wore spike-like eyebands, and the two sharp pieces of metal on the sides stood up sharply like two bat ears.

The corners of his mouth were raised high, almost all the teeth were exposed, that was the limit of a smile that humans could achieve, the lips were bright red, and the smile was ferocious.

Turn around.

Bruce couldn't help but took a step back. He felt a fear he had never had before, but he quickly stood still and strode towards the man.

The man straightened up, raised his right index finger, and gently placed it in front of his lips.

His smile became more and more terrifying.

Bruce walked faster and faster, faster and faster, and inadvertently he had already strode forward.

A strong force grabbed his arm, and he staggered, a big hand firmly grabbed his arm, making him unable to move.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now?"

He heard a serious voice in his ear, and Bruce looked up blankly.

"……It's you?"

The voice became surprised.

"Damn it, another pair of blue eyes." Bruce moved his toes irritably, feeling that the leather shoes on his feet were no longer so comfortable to fit.

Steve saw the young man who left without saying goodbye.

He has always been concerned about Bruce's behavior of disappearing without saying hello, not because he feels offended, but because he is simply worried about whether Bruce will encounter any danger. After all, for a penniless young man like a blank sheet of paper Say, this world is too dangerous.

He was stumbled by an emergency that day. A terrorist attack made him fall into the command of battlefield rescue. After the chaos subsided, he rushed to the police station with his clothes bag. The young man who was like a lost deer Gone.

The little policeman bowed his head and stammered an apology to him, telling him that just turning around, Bruce disappeared.

In the next few hours, Steve searched and searched the streets around the police station, and even searched Times Square several times, but still found nothing.

He returned to S.H.I.E.L.D., described Bruce's appearance uncomfortably, and asked Tony to check if Bruce was okay. He was really worried about such a person living alone on the street.

Tony showed a surprised expression: "Bruce?"

He held a mechanical cube of unknown function and waved it into the air.

"Is it him?" A figure was cast in the air.

Steve nodded silently, just about to say something.

"Captain, you are talking about one of the two richest men in America, Bruce Wayne." Barton took out the egg yolk pie from the refrigerator and glanced at it nonchalantly.

"Don't worry about him, no one needs to worry about him. Maybe the eldest young master ran away from home willfully, and he probably fell asleep under the care of the housekeeper."