Clark has something to say

Clark can't wait to fly faster than the speed of light around the earth, so that he can rewind time to the time when he boasted.

No, not at all, this is not something humans can do.

Wayne Manor looked as scary as hell. Those expensive things were lying on the ground, and the stairs were splashed with red unidentified liquid. Clark looked and looked, only to recognize that they turned out to be dried tomato sauce.

There are some scorching marks on the wall. Walking along the black marks, a kitchen that seems to be able to jump out of the devil directly hits Clark's eyes. I don't know why, only the oven is good in the kitchen, but the oil stains are stuck on the iron rack. I don't know how long it's been.

The window was broken, the table was split in half, and there was a dirty coat lying in the hall—

Wayne Manor must have been robbed!

Clark almost called the police, but it was best to collect as much information as possible before calling the police. This is Clark's experience as a Superman. In addition, he also needs to report the situation to Bruce Wayne.

The landline in the living room was still connected, and he found out Bruce's number: "Mr. Wayne."

"Huh?" Baby Bruce's lazy voice came from the microphone: "Who are you?"

Clark felt that there was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and something was colliding together, so he pressed the microphone closer: "Mr. Wayne, Wayne Manor was robbed."

The noise stopped suddenly, and the microphone was eerily quiet.

Tim stopped with a shocked face, and was almost thrown into the ground by Damian, but Damian also missed his aim for the first time, and the blade flew uncontrollably upwards.

Clark: "...Hi?"

what happened?

"Cough." Baby Bruce cleared his throat, and the sugar content in his voice was getting higher and higher: "It seems that I played too much... It doesn't matter, just buy a new one."

Clark: "?"

Did you play this big scene after playing with Batman?

He wanted to say something more, but Bruce had already hung up the phone, and Didi's busy tone came to Clark's ear along the radio.

The little reporter rubbed his stiff face, and looked around exhaustedly—in any case, this mess belongs to him now, and Clark couldn't understand why Damian fired the former housekeeper?That venerable butler can clean up the scene of an elephant fight into——

Forget it.

He had less than two hours, and although Baby Bruce wouldn't necessarily be home when he woke up, he still had to clean the house and wait for them to chat.

Wayne Manor has a dedicated cleaning room.

Clark fell into the second level of distress. He had no idea what those tools were for... Although the Fortress of Solitude is huge, Krypton's intelligent robot can solve all of Clark's problems, including cleaning. As Clark Kent, he only used The vacuum cleaners in the supermarket can be wiped with a rag at most.

And in just two hours, according to the normal efficiency of human beings, maybe even the hall can't be cleaned.

...Maybe he should ask his Superman boyfriend for help?

Clarke sadly found that he not only accepted the setting of me doing it for myself, but even took the lead in taking the lead in his own CP——Superman helped his lover who was made things difficult by his boss, is there anything wrong with it?

—No problem.

Clark sighs, that's why he hates lying, once a lie is out, it becomes an uncontrollable train, rampage until it smashes everything, now superman is just in love with clark, maybe someday it will become superman batman amazing The heroine triangle, Clark was heartbroken and forced to break up, and got together with Brucey Baby.

Thinking of this, the little curly hair on Clark's forehead trembled violently!

...Stop, he really can't think about it anymore.

Clark rolled up his sleeves, tied up his apron, and began to clean without complaint. His estimated time was very accurate, and the time was coming soon after the hall was cleaned.

He looked at the antique bronze clock on the wall, and decided to pick up the mess first, but when he picked up the coat at the entrance, he couldn't help but pause.

A little familiar.

The little reporter fell into a deep silence, and not long ago, an identical coat was thrown by Dick on the floor of his apartment.

Must be a coincidence.

Dick is so poor that he has to come to his place from time to time to eat and drink, and to live when he can't pay the rent and is kicked out.

How could someone as poor as Dick Grayson have anything to do with the Waynes...?

He maintained his composure and hung his coat on the hanger, but this incident obviously affected Clark's efficiency. Facing the real and clean hall, he was in a trance for a while in despair.

Clark: "..."

Forget it, isn't it just to ask Superman for help?

Next to the hall is the bedroom. He performed a serious and prudent self-hypnosis, stood at the door and closed his eyes for a while, and then mustered up the courage to open the door and enter——

Great.

Clark was almost moved to tears. The bedroom was just a little messy, but it was still clean, especially with the hall as a comparison. As he thought, he walked to the room that was too wide and could accommodate dozens of people. on the bed.

Some quilts were piled up in a mess on the bed, with a slight bulge in the middle, and the Kryptonian's super brain quickly called out some daily housekeeping queens to share tips.

He took a deep breath, walked to the side of the bed, clenched the sheets with both hands, and shook vigorously——

Clark: "!"

A figure rolled out of the quilt, Clark's eyes were completely attracted by the overly beautiful body lines, and his eyes turned uncontrollably.

Clark: "!!!"

Dick fell to the ground with a clang.

The confused Dick raised his upper body slightly, his expression suddenly became vigilant, he subconsciously took out the kari stick from the bottom of the bed, held it in his hand, and opened his eyes solemnly——

no one.

The big blue bird slowly turned its neck, its eyes shifted to the side of the bed bit by bit, and Clark looked at him with unusual serenity.

Dick: "!!!!!!"

After a few seconds of silence, the big blue bird raised his hand nonchalantly: "Hi?"

look at each other.

Dick rubbed his back that hit the ground, helped the bed to get up, and wanted to crawl into the bed very naturally. The warm and expensive velvet quilt is so comfortable, it is simply an eternal fortress of safety——

"Don't you have anything to tell me?"

The big blue bird turned a deaf ear and continued to slide itself into the quilt, even trying to form a cat and cat bug.

Clark was silent for a moment, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down together. If anyone could see from above at this time, they would find the same escapist expression on their faces.

"Clark, how's your job?"

"Awesome, everything is damn good except I want to wring Batman's head off."

"Oh."

Silence, silence is Wayne Manor tonight.

Dick shrank dryly under the quilt, but this action became the spark that ignited everything. Clark grabbed his T-shirt collar in a state of collapse, pulled him out forcefully, and shook him in mid-air: "What is it? what happened!"

Dick's tongue, which was always able to spit out sweet words, suddenly seemed to be straightened: "I... Anyway, my relationship with Bruce Wayne is very unusual."

Unusual!

What an unusual relationship can a poor and beautiful little policeman have with Bruce Wayne!He had already said that Brudhaven, which was as corrupt as Gotham, was a quagmire. The Dick Grayson he knew was a noble Grayson, not this... Dick!

Clark said bitterly: "Dick, one cannot, at least not should—"

And the combination of brucedick sounds absolutely terrible!

Dick's mind went blank, and his breath suddenly suffocated. He was quiet for two seconds, then pinched Clark's neck forcefully with anger, and then slammed against the wall!

Suddenly, there was a pit on the white and undamaged wall, and some wall dust fell down.

Clark: "?"

He had never felt so alone, as if for the first time he discovered that he was not from Earth, and Krypton had been shattered into the universe.

Dick never imagined that he would be dragged into a CP with Baby Bruce after being away from home for many years. To be reasonable, although he always wanted to share the super-sized rich happy bed with Bruce, the relationship between them was pure and pure. Flawless love!

Clark accused loudly: "You let Bruce Wayne take care of you!"

Dick was even angrier, grabbed Clark's hair, looked at the posture and wanted to stuff that precious super brain into the wall, his voice was louder than Clark: "Nonsense! My relationship with Bruce Wayne is normal, but once you know me , first Google my name—”

Clark: "..."

Who the hell would Google their friends' names for nothing!

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-01-2700:48:44~2021-01-2722:56:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Pinocchio;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small animal of discipline;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of lantern flower night; 5 bottles of happy time from sunset to sunrise;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!