[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

The cornfields in Kansas are golden yellow, one piece after another, dotted in the golden ocean is a two-and-a-half-story farm cottage, which is the most typical kind that often appears in children's picture books.

Smallville, the land of sweet corn.

This is the home built by Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent. This is the place where Clark Kent, a simple and innocent small town boy, grew up.In addition to this piece of corn, they also have a horse, a cow and some chickens.

Gotham City billionaire Bruce Wayne is a big deal for this small country farm.The fact that he's here can be called condescension, or at least the media will be happy to write it that way.

But thankfully the annoying and long-winded media doesn't know what the Prince of Gotham's schedule is.To avoid trouble, the "rich and squeamish" Mr Wayne traded his expensive handmade suits for a casual T-shirt, well-washed jeans and a baseball cap.

It made him look like a deadbeat brat, but a very handsome and attractive kind.

And the "little gangster" was a little restless at this time, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, which was enough to scare most ordinary criminals in Gotham.Sitting on the bus, he used the window as a glass mirror again and again to organize his appearance.

"This is great, I look like a bad young man." Bruce tugged on his T-shirt again dissatisfied, and said darkly: "I should listen to Fu, even a handmade suit is a thousand times better than this .”

The little reporter wearing glasses couldn't help but stop his friend from pulling his clothes for the thousand and one time like an obsessive-compulsive disorder: "Bruce, it's okay, Martha just wanted to invite you as a guest, and didn't intend to invite you to the prom."

"It's a dance." Bruce muttered softly.

"Martha doesn't know how to eat people, Bruce, why are you so nervous?" Clark asked curiously.

Why?That's a great question!After all, neither Brucey Babe nor Batman was afraid to meet anyone.Even in the face of the most vicious and powerful criminals in the universe, Batman can remain calm and composed.And now he's just going to a friend's house to meet the little town lady whose name she's only heard of.

In the final analysis, it was because he hadn't faced another real elder with his real self for a long time.

That's right, that's Clark's adoptive mother, a respectable lady who can be regarded as Bruce's elder.He couldn't use Baby Bruce's frivolous social methods, and he certainly couldn't imitate Batman's social manners.Without any disguise and mask, he must show his true colors, otherwise it would be an insult to Clark.

Fortunately, Martha was very kind and gentle, and she didn't have any dissatisfaction with Bruce's dress.Instead, she gave Bruce a warm, small-town hug as soon as she opened the door, which made Bruce stiffen, but he didn't dare to resist.

"You must be Bruce. Clark often mentions you. In fact, he always talks about you." Mrs. Martha said, which made Clark who followed immediately blush, which was really embarrassing.

"I'm curious what he said." Bruce turned his head and glanced at the little reporter lightly, who covered his face.

"Nothing bad, I promise. On the contrary, I'm glad Clark has a friend like you, so I said to him, you have to invite Bruce over, and at least try my apple pie and tacos." Ma Mrs. Sachs directed Clark to carry their luggage upstairs, and then took Bruce's hand and sat down in the living room.

"I know you're partners, and I watch TV every day. Clark always says he's fine, but..." Mrs. Martha's worried look made Bruce understand, after all, he was thrown as a sandbag by the enemy all day long on TV. Superman can't be called "very good", even if Superman has a body of steel,

This is the most selfless and tender love a mother has for her child, and Bruce couldn't resist it.

"He's fine, I assure you," Bruce said softly.

When Clark put his things down, he saw his adoptive mother chatting with friends.Bruce is naturally attractive to women, even at Martha's age.Seeing Martha's appearance, she almost regarded Bruce as her own.Wait, what are they talking about? !

"You know the most popular idol at that time was Captain America, and when Clark was a kid, he stole his father's sheets and hid in the barn with scissors, saying he was going to make a uniform for himself."

The more Mrs. Martha talked, the happier she became, while Bruce just sat there quietly and docilely, listening to Martha keep nagging about Clark's embarrassing childhood, talking about some of the most trivial and even boring pebbles.But Bruce listened very carefully, and occasionally responded with a few words, with an almost invisible smile on his handsome side face.

Alas, you wait! !He actually used meekness to describe Bruce just now?He still thinks Bruce is laughing? !Clark felt that something must have happened to his brain when the aliens smashed down a building the day before yesterday.

"Look, you're really thin, and your complexion is not good. You must eat more tonight." Mrs. Martha made no secret of her distress for Bruce, and said to Clark unceremoniously when she turned her head: "Go Pour a glass of water for Bruce."

...so who is the real one?Ah no!Who is your real adopted son?

After that, the three of them sat in the living room and chatted all morning.Martha put a pot of pods on the table, and Bruce washed his hands and sat back to help her peel the beans.To be honest, Clark never thought that this young master would be able to do this, and he seemed to be very proficient, but he was not surprised when he thought that this was Bruce, who was extremely smart and knew everything.

Most of the time, Martha was talking, Bruce was listening, and Clark was busy blushing.However, Martha will also ask some questions, ranging from Clark's daily life to the purchase price of corn in recent years, but Bruce can answer them.He will not say some pretentious and mysterious professional words like some experts who deceive people, and he will not be impatient or ridiculed by Martha's ignorance in certain aspects.His voice was so natural, concise and...gentle.

Clark watched as Bruce spoke while pinching open a pod, skillfully picking out the plump and round beans inside.His hands were beautiful, with long, flexible fingers, and the calluses had been worn away so that people wouldn't notice the Batman-Brucey resemblance, which a sweet, superficial rich guy wouldn't have.

At noon, they ate some delicious apple pie and creamy corn soup.There's no doubt that Smallville has the best sweet corn in the world, or so Clark insists.After drinking the soup, Bruce also immediately stated that he was firmly on the side of the Kent family on this issue.

"Clark, take Bruce out for a walk in the afternoon. I'm going to prepare dinner." Mrs. Martha instructed her adopted son.

So, after a short lunch break, Clark took Bruce out.They didn't go to crowded places, after all, once Bruce Wayne's identity was recognized, it would cause a lot of trouble.Maybe Superman and Batman are the best partners in the world, but little reporter Clark and Gotham prince Bruce don't have so much intersection.

Clark could only take Bruce to see the cornfield, and then pointed him to the place where he fell.

"I'm glad they picked me up," Clark said.

Bruce stared at the place, and after a long silence, he suddenly said, "Me too."

"What did you say, Bruce—" Clark was a little surprised, he knew Bruce's temper.As the dark knight of Gotham, he is like a precise and ruthless instrument, never showing his attitude and feelings easily.

But before he could finish his sentence, there was a gust of moderate wind blowing around the cornfields, causing golden waves to roll over the cornfields. They heard the sound of the crops rubbing against each other around them, and the sound of the farmland and plants was in their breath. of natural breath.

The corn stalks swayed heavily, and standing there, Bruce was so handsome in the Kansas sun.

What was he thinking, what would he be thinking?

Clark stared at the pair of deep blue eyes. He couldn't figure out what this person was thinking. Even though they had cooperated for so long, even though they had entrusted their life and death countless times on the battlefield, he still didn't know the meaning of these mysterious eyes. the idea behind

This moment is so beautiful that even after many years, Clark can immediately think of that poetic picture.In Smallville's cornfields, in a sea of ​​gold blown by the wind, Bruce and he stared into each other's eyes, no words, no movements, nothing that existed outside of them, only the world in each other's eyes.

"I heard you raised a horse?" Just when Clark was about to be unable to restrain a strange feeling, Bruce took the lead to return to normal. His calm and flat voice seemed to be just a hallucination.

Clark couldn't tell what he was feeling, but he still showed a sincere smile and said as if nothing had happened: "Yes, a foal that just arrived last year. Although it was raised for someone else, but That's right, we are raising them."

He took Bruce to the stable, which was a lively and lovely filly, watching the two men walk up to her with big wet and innocent eyes, stroking her back gently.

Clark took a carrot and fed it to the pony, and said happily: "I named her 'Naughty', this little guy is really lively, but very courageous. When Martha went to feed her that day, she met A poisonous snake, and she saved Mama, didn't she, Brat?" He stroked the pony's mane lovingly.

"Brave and good girl, she trampled the poisonous snake," Clark explained.

"This is a good horse." Bruce appraised with a professional eye. This is not only a good horse, but also a precious purebred mare.He knew this because... in a way, he had sent the horse.

Clark mentioned that he wanted to own a horse as a child, but the farm couldn't afford one.Later, the hurricane came and the Kent farm suffered heavy losses. Clark refused Bruce's help, preferring to squeeze out as much money as possible from his salary as a reporter, and even asked his editor-in-chief Perry to pay part of his salary in advance.

Bruce understands that this belongs to Superman's pride, and he is unwilling to accept his "handout", although he would never call it a handout, damn it, no one in this world is qualified to give alms to Superman.But Clark didn't let him help outright, but he couldn't control the secret means. Bruce is a billionaire, and Bruce is Batman, so he always has a way.

And out of some kind of selfishness, he not only helped the Kent farm through the crisis, but also found an excuse to send them a pony.Mrs. Martha still thinks that she is raising horses for a rich and kind horse farm owner. They signed a contract, and the money for raising the horses will be paid by the horse farm owner, and the Kent farm only needs to take care of the pony so that she grows up healthily. That's it.

And Clark is not familiar with the breed of horses. Of course, he doesn't know that the reason why this horse is so smart and brave is because she is a good horse.From the first moment Bruce saw the precious colt, he knew that Clark would like her.

The only problem is, he lied to Clark.

But that's not a problem, Batman is always lying anyway, and so is Bruce.He's not going to tell Clark that he gave him the horse, any more than he'll ever tell Superman that he loves him.

That's right, a gloomy and dark bat that grew up in the muddy and evil city of sin dares to love this stalwart, kind and upright son of light who descended from the sky.

Listen, this is simply an ironic joke.

The author has something to say: So... do you want to watch the main drama tomorrow, or finish this episode?