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

To say that the first impression of Fox Town was not good, as Clark said, it was too humid.

Bruce has a good property in a more remote part of the town, a three-story detached house with a small yard and a dry, leaf-filled swimming pool.

It is not expensive to build a swimming pool these days, what is expensive is the money to maintain the swimming pool and change the water every day.But Bruce is not short of money, he had a lot of spare funds before.And after the Red Robin Bird returned to the arms of Bat Papa, money was even less of a problem.

Tim wished he could return the Pennyworth Group to Bruce, because it belonged to the Wayne family.

No one took care of the yard, so the backyard was overgrown with weeds, and an unknown small white flower bloomed around a big tree with dense foliage.After putting down the box, Clark went around the yard, and when he came back, he looked joyful.

"It just needs to be cleaned up and it will look different. This yard is bigger than I imagined, and it can even raise animals." Clark cleaned up the first floor at super speed, so that Bruce could have a place to sit.

"No cats and dogs." Bruce took a piece of paper, bowed his head and wrote a long list of missing furniture and daily necessities.According to Mr. Wayne's usual thinking, he is used to placing orders directly and having them delivered to his door.

"Then... raise a horse? You can build a stable." Clark's words made Bruce's hand suddenly stop, but this movement was very short. Only the sharp-eyed James noticed that his adoptive father's face changed for a moment.

"It costs money and time." Bruce said slowly, and Clark showed a slightly disappointed look: "But if you are in charge of cleaning up, I have no problem. Send the bill to Tim together and let him handle it."

"Of course I'll take care of it, anyway the housework is mine." Clark's eyes lit up again.

"Are you complaining to me about the division of housework?" Bruce looked up at Clark calmly.James narrowed himself down to the corner of the stairs as much as possible. Why did he have the sense of seeing his parents arguing over who would do the housework?

God, please don't let Bruce know that he just described him as "mother", he will die under the batarang!

"Ah, no, no, of course not." Clark didn't quite understand what Bruce meant. You must know that he had been taking care of the house and yard before. He cooked, bought vegetables and washed clothes. Bruce had always accepted it very well. What happened today? thing?

James felt that he should save Clark at this time, otherwise it would hurt Chiyu when Bruce got angry.He coughed lightly, and when his adoptive fathers looked at him, he said sincerely, "I'm an adult, and I'll take on some of the housework." As he spoke, he made a face to Clark.

Clark blinked his sky-blue eyes, and after thinking about it several times, he suddenly realized.

It turned out that Bruce didn't do housework before because he was in a wheelchair, and it was even more inconvenient to work when he got older.But now he can occasionally maintain a healthy and young state. At this time, when he is not considered when arranging housework, is it reminding him from another angle that he is a young man who is idle and does not work and eats at home?

In addition, Bruce was not in a good mood just now...

It has to be said that Bruce's brain circuits are really convoluted, and he really thinks too much.

Let’s just say that Clark wished he could hold him in his palm 24 hours a day as a treasure, and he was willing to take care of all the housework, so don’t be too happy about it!

"But... what if you're not stable in your middle age?" Clark reassured: "Of course, Bruce, if you want, I'm glad you can..."You can really make this our home"...and I'll go pick out the furniture together."

"Why go to a furniture store? I can order online?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "We still have business."

"No, but I think this time can be spared." Clark persuaded softly.

Bruce, it's different, it's a different feeling when we order online than when we go to the store to pick out the furniture for this home.In the former, you just regard this place as another special safe house, while in the latter, you regard this place as our home, even if it is temporarily.

Superman doesn't say the words, but Bruce can see it in his eyes.In the end, Bruce compromised. He threw the long list into Clark's arms and said calmly and simply: "If you can't make it to my meeting with that family tonight, you can sleep in the yard today!"

James, who was left at home to tidy up the second and third floors, suddenly had an ominous premonition—won't he always be squeezed between adoptive fathers as a high-power light bulb?Oh no... Winter Soldier I miss you!

"Are you sure you want this kind of bed?" Bruce looked at Clark suspiciously.

Master Wayne swears that he has never gone to IKEA to buy furniture in his life. The furniture here is really cheap and the delivery is fast. The only problem is that it takes time to assemble it by yourself.

And the bed that Clark chose is almost the most troublesome in the assembly process, and there is an instruction manual alone!

"It looks good, the size is just right, and don't you think it's special?" Clark was very happy. Unlike Bruce, he often visited various furniture stores.When I lived alone, I often broke the furniture and had to change it. When I was married to Luis... Oh, choosing furniture with Luis is even more terrifying than picking ten doomsdays alone! !

But Bruce... picking out furniture with Bruce was Superman's first experience, and for Rao's sake, they hadn't even been to the supermarket together.Of course Clark strongly doubts whether Bruce has ever seen a supermarket or not.

"If you call something special that tilts, flips, and rises, well, it's special. But what do you want that feature for?" Clarke really wanted a "smart" bed that could make the A robot from Fort Solitude makes one.

Clark coughed lightly, and he seemed to be talking about him a little bit.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, then twitched the corners of his mouth, and said calmly: "Whatever you want, anyway, it's in your room, you slept by yourself, and you spend your time pretending tonight."

"Bruce..." Clark said eagerly.

"Well, anything else?" Bruce didn't even look at him, but checked the shopping list with his head down.

"There is only one master bedroom and one side bedroom on the second floor, and the side bedroom is for Jim." Very meaningful words.

"There are two other guest rooms on the third floor. The master bedroom is mine. You can choose those two guest rooms at will." Bruce looked at the reluctant Clark and said confidently, "This property is mine, and the funds are from Tim." out, so the master bedroom will not be given to you."

"...This bed is for two people!" Clark said without restraint.

"Oh——" Baby Brucey popped up, and responded lazily with a drawn-out tone: "It's okay, the bed I used to have can accommodate ten people, but it doesn't prevent me from sleeping on it alone."

"We're going to sleep in one room! On one bed!" Clark finally said through gritted teeth.

"First of all, I didn't promise this, you know very well that I didn't promise it in the first place!" Bruce snorted: "Secondly, if it was the bed I wanted to sleep on, I wouldn't want this one."

Yes, when Superman and Batman struck a deal, sleeping in a bed wasn't included in the contract.You must know that Bruce was paralyzed after that night, and what Superman wanted to do had to take into account Bruce's body. After a few years, their relationship eased a little, and it was extremely rare once or twice that he was so soft that Bruce let go, but he still wanted to Be careful.

After that, Bruce was getting older and his health was getting worse and worse. At that time, Superman was still interested, and he would never take the risk of harming Bruce's health to do such a thing.

So after careful calculation, um, uh, Clark is really quite patient, probably one of the Kryptonian's natural skills?

"Bruce, Bruce..." Clark started whispering behind Bruce's ear, so annoying that Bruce wanted to punch him.But considering the Kryptonian's steel body, the fist hurts only him.

Staring at Clark with those dark blue eyes, Bruce said grumpily, "Don't always think with the lower half!"

"Over 30 years, Bruce, you know what I'm putting up with," Clark begged, his lips close to Bruce's ear, who couldn't push him away.

Bruce stared at the model bed for half a minute, then gritted his teeth and said, "If James finds you, go to sleep in the yard!"

Well, Rao, I hope the sound insulation quality of the new house can be better.

"Mr. Wayne, my friend." Bruce stood at the door of this beautiful house, before he rang the doorbell, someone opened it from the inside, and a handsome blond man welcomed him, "Please come in, Mr. Wayne. "

Clark, who had parked the car, came over at this moment. The man looked puzzled, and he looked at Bruce.

"I'm sorry, Carlisle." Bruce said calmly and apologetically, "This is my partner."

Carlisle Karen's expression immediately became clear and accepting. He nodded to Clark and said, "I understand his worry. After all, you are still a human being. Of course, going to a group of blood race invitations will make your partner worry."

"Even vegetarian blood." Bruce joked as he relaxed.

"Yes, even vegetarians." Carlisle also laughed, his handsome face still had the characteristic paleness of vampires, his pupils were golden brown, and there was an extraordinary power hidden under the ordinary human body.

Most vampires are selfish and ruthless, but they attach great importance to their partners.Of course, the Karen family is a different group of vampires, such a large and intimate family structure is very rare in this branch of vampires.That's why Carlisle could understand why Bruce would break the agreement between them and take someone else to the appointment privately.

In the vampire card, the partner does not count as "others".

Of course, Carlisle didn't recognize Clark as Superman, otherwise he would shut the door immediately, and wouldn't let Clark in if he was killed.That's right, the Karen family is living in seclusion, but it's not enough to be completely ignorant of what's going on in this world!

"We have prepared dinner, this..."

"Clark, you can call him Clark, just like you don't need to call me Mr. Wayne. I haven't used this last name for a long time... Bruce can." Bruce walked in and saw the vampire of the Cullen family.

Carlisle's wife Esme, eldest son Edward, second son Emmett and second daughter Rosalie, youngest daughter Alice and youngest son Jasper, surrounded by the family of seven pale vampires, Clark at least felt very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

Of course, he himself is invulnerable, and he is not afraid of bullets, let alone the teeth of vampires, but he doesn't like Bruce, who is surrounded by a group of blood-sucking monsters. As a human being, he only has a fragile flesh and blood lover.

So, he stood in front of Bruce.

"Clark," Bruce whispered, and patted Superman's tense shoulder.

The blond and beautiful Rosalie was very dissatisfied with this, she glared at Clark, put the bowl in her hand on the table, and there was a violent and obvious "bang", but she did control part of the power, and if she was really hard, she could put the whole Crumble the bowl.

Carlisle's expression was slightly apologetic, but Bruce nodded to indicate that it was okay, and it was not the first time he had seen Rosalie.

Vampires don't need to eat, but the Karen family cooks a very rich meal as a show of friendship.The petite and exquisite red-haired Alice stuck out her tongue at the two, brought up two tuna and corn salads and said, "I remember the last time I made human food was decades ago. Although I can't eat it, I can do it It's kind of interesting. Just don't know if it tastes good, our tongues can't taste it."

"That's good," Bruce said, taking a sip.

The meal was fairly peaceful. After the meal, Carlisle asked Bruce to go to the study alone. Carlisle took out a small pure gold box wrapped in deep purple velvet satin from the drawer. The price of this box alone was astonishing, but more What's valuable is what's inside—a silver necklace of ancient style engraved with grotesque symbols.

"I got this thing hundreds of years ago. Now there are not many magicians who can perfectly confuse the spell. The rest also retreat to another space, isolated from human society. There are still some, dead In the war decades ago." Carlisle sighed, then pushed the box to Bruce: "How long do you need to live here?"

"It won't be too long, Carlisle, this is the territory of the vampires and shapeshifters, and the protection of the magic circle, I need these defenses." Bruce put the box away.

Carlisle laughed, with a smile on his pale face: "I still remember that Batman doesn't believe in magic. But I think time will change a lot of things. I won't be rude enough to ask you why you become younger. I still I am very grateful for your maintenance of our family back then... I am also grateful for your agreement to come here to help me now."

"I would have retired, if it wasn't for the troubles." Bruce said calmly: "We just take what we need and trade fairly. So, the problem your family is facing now is the Volturi?"

"Yes." Carlisle lowered his eyes: "Aro is disturbed by the growing number of the Cullen family. Sooner or later, he will attack us, the only difference is - which one is the fuse. And for My family, I cannot sit still. I will not take the initiative to attack the Volturi, but I need security, the technological capabilities promised from your side."

"You won't be disappointed." Bruce replied calmly and calmly.