Clark has something to say

Let him reason.

Dick sat on the bed in confusion for a long time, and finally chose to give up. He hasn't been back to Gotham for a long time—if he didn't know better than anyone that Gotham sweetheart and Gotham urban legend are one person, he would have believed it Clark nonsense.

As a person who often shared Bruce's five-hundred-square-meter happy bed, Dick almost pulled his head off thinking about it, and he couldn't figure out what Bruce did-it was unscientific, and a deep sense of crisis hit him. When did it start? , he is no longer an expert on Bruce?

well.

Going back tomorrow to share Bruce's rich happy bed.

"And then?" Dick barely rolled his eyes: "Clark, is this the wildest part of your trip to Gotham?"

Clark choked up sadly.

He took off his glasses and threw them on the table, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, Dick quietly opened his eyes wide - wow, now Superman is like a big golden retriever that has been kicked a few times, his The attitude became a little more serious, and the voice was soft: "Clark, what happened?"

Clark articulated the story about Wonder Woman being stationed on two ships at the same time, and then went back a little further, explaining the ins and outs of that damned vanilla ice cream.

During the whole process, Dick's expression became more and more strange, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"... Clark and I are in a relationship." Clark said this realistic joke with a sullen face, which was extremely absurd.

Dick was silent for a few seconds.

There was a sudden burst of laughter in Clark's small apartment, Dick's elbows on the mattress, his back arched, the blankets wrapped around him indiscriminately, and it was difficult to catch his breath from laughing so hard.

Clark: "..."

He really saw through this hypocritical world.

Clark shook the big blue bird out of the quilt in displeasure: "You don't have anything else to say?"

Dick breathed intermittently, yes, he really needed to worry about one thing now - how should he put on his vest between these two people?

"Good luck." Dick helplessly patted Clark on the shoulder: "Think of the best, all you need to see is Bruce Wayne tomorrow."

The contented big blue bird stretched itself into a long strip, tucked itself into the quilt extremely silky, refreshed: "I have a suggestion for you."

"Ok?"

The nerves that had been tense all of a sudden relaxed, and Dick said in a daze, "...don't get involved with Baby Bruce."

Clark: "!!!"

Be yourself-

**

Gotham, Wayne Mansion.

Clark was insomniac all night, but the Kryptonian was made to look good no matter what he did, and he stood at the front desk of the Wayne Building feeling like he didn't fit in here.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Wayne."

The lady at the front desk wore a standard business smile: "It's too early, Mr. Wayne hasn't arrived yet, I can register your case and send it over later."

Clark: "...Too early?"

The bright sun above his head seemed to be mocking him, and Clark swallowed hard: "I am his exclusive publicist."

The smile of the front desk lady disappeared suddenly, and her eyes seemed to have the effect of seeing through eyes suddenly.

"Exclusive PR?" She said uncertainly, "You can call Mr. Wayne's private number, and... the elevator is over there."

Clark nodded gratefully, and walked towards the elevator, only to stumble as soon as the thing opened—what the hell is an elevator decorated like a small room, even with a bed?

There is another person on the bed.

Clark felt that he should wait for the next elevator, he was silent for a while, and exited quietly, the elevator went up and down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for the elevator door to open——

The man is still in bed.

Clark: "...?"

He looked around the hall uneasily, everything was normal except that he was not normal, Clark pinched his glasses in a panic, squeezed into the elevator, and pushed himself into the corner farthest from the bed.

Even though the elevator went up terribly slowly, it reached the top floor after a few minutes. Clark clenched his fingers, wondering if he should wake up the person on the bed.

After all, he was a really heavy sleeper, the dark circles under his eyes reminded Clark of some kind of chubby animal, and he looked too young.

nail!

The elevator door slowly opened, and Clark discovered that this elevator actually leads directly to a place similar to an office.

Clark: "..."

What on earth am I here for?

He hesitated to block the door and kept the elevator open, maybe he could dig this man out of the elevator?It's always better to sleep in bed—

"Drake!"

A little boy with green eyes came in angrily, aimed at the boy's head, and kicked him directly.

Clark's face was blank: "!"

He pretended that he was about to fall accidentally, and quietly pushed the bed, and his foot was empty, leaving a footprint beside the pillow.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. When he turned his head, Clark clarified almost reflexively.

"not me!"

"Damian."

The young man wiped his face peacefully and desperately: "Why are you here?"

The little boy sneered: "I knew you were lazy every day, if you are not competent, I will send someone who is competent to deal with it—"

Clark interrupted the conversation full of gunpowder eagerly.

"Uh...I, I'll leave first." He raised his hand uncomfortably in greeting: "My name is Clark Kent, and I don't know why I'm here."

The little boy looked at Clark critically with eyes like a fool.

The boy was dazed for a while, and suddenly realized: "I know you, I like your reports about Superman."

"Tim Drake." The boy stretched out his hand and paused slightly: "He is Damian...Ao Gu."

Damian sneered incredulously.

According to the standard of working as a worker, Clark had better not get involved in the muddy water in the elevator, but his Kryptonian sixth sense was screaming frantically, warning him that if he left, something big would happen.

-Damian looks like he wants to cut Tim straight away - oh he pulls a long knife out of the vase - wait why is there a knife in the vase - the long knife is raised high and hits Tim on the head cut down—

Clark suddenly hugged Damian with one hand, and held his glasses that were about to slip off with the other. Damian almost knocked it flying, and in a panic, he directly wrapped his arms around the little boy in his arms , Lifting him into the air.

Tim's pupils shrank suddenly.

How high is Damian's fighting power?To make a simple comparison - he is Red Robin, but if there is no preparation in advance, Damian can hit him.

This seemingly ordinary big man managed to control Damian with ease?

It was finally quiet.

Clark thought fortunately, he pushed his glasses, lowered his head, and found that the muscles on Damian's arms were tense, his expression was threatening and stern, and Tim's face was unprecedentedly serious.

Clark: ...

What happened?Didn't he just mention Damian?

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