Clark has something to say

Clark always felt that Bruce was thinking something very rude, and he stared at the beautiful face of Brucey's baby, but got an innocent look.

Clark's eyelids twitched slightly, and he wisely chose to keep his doubts in his heart.

... Forget it, this one is a walking salary, as long as he finishes this job, he can go downstairs to buy a quick apple pie.

Clark, who has been living on photosynthesis for a whole month, thought calmly.

"Mr. Wayne, what do you want to visit?" He took out his notebook and gel pen, and got ready to plan the best metropolitan tourist route——

Bruce smiled and said, "Superman."

pat.

Clark picked up the notebook calmly, and calmly rejected the rich man who thought of it as soon as he thought it out: "Mr. Wayne, Superman is not an exhibit that can be visited in a museum—"

"Oh..." Bruce nodded thoughtfully, "Then I can build a museum for him."

Clark: "..."

"So Superman can be put on display in a box!" Bruce announced solemnly, as if he had thought of a perfect idea: "Is there a museum in the Metropolis?"

Is his head empty?

Clark was silent for a moment, and his noble morals as Superman wavered quietly for a moment...but he suddenly remembered an excellent museum.

"Yes." Clark felt pathetic, while secretly looking forward to it: "Lex Luthor has a Superman museum."

It’s not that Clark thinks there’s something worthy of opening a museum for Superman. He still walks faster every time he passes by the municipal square where the statue of Superman stands, but all this has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn’t want to see Lex’s museum in the metropolis. conflict.

Thanks to the excellent eyesight of the Kryptonians, he has seen through the exhibits in the Rex Museum from a distance.

Armored AZ suits, anti-Superman devices, Kexi rays, kryptonite-powered exoskeleton devices... every exhibit is tattered and covered with dents made by Clark himself.

Lex proudly called these things milestones in the struggle for human freedom, while Clark, as the other party, could only think of the fear of being ridden in the face by kryptonite.

To make matters worse, he was inexperienced the first few times, and he would inevitably suffer some injuries, but Lex didn't know where to collect his blood, and then put this blood into the human genetic evolution project.

- Commonly known as clone superman.

And making the next generation of Kryptonians.

Clark refused to think about whose DNA would be used to create the next generation of Kryptonians. Luthor hadn't succeeded yet, had he?

If Bruce could buy Luthor's museum, he wouldn't have to worry about looking at those things every day.

Bruce was silent for a moment, then changed the subject nonchalantly: "Then I'll build a Superman museum too."

Clark: "...?"

What about buying a museum?

He reminded Bruce as gently as possible: "The museum in Lex was built to the highest specification."

Rich people should like the best.

Bruce glanced at him with a half-smile: "Lex is to Superman what I am to Batman, why should I buy his museum?"

Bruce just made a random analogy. After all, he just wanted to emphasize his importance to Batman, and he couldn't think of the most important thing about Superman. I can grab a Luthor as a metaphor——

Clark: "...?"

Pupil Earthquake!

As far as he knew, Lex was now busy working all day to incorporate his genes into his, taking his place as the Kryptonian fertility tome. Was Bruce Wayne and Batman actually in that relationship?

He couldn't help sympathizing with the colleague who had never met.

It’s hard to be a superhero, and it’s even harder to be a superhero with a fixed villain. Lex Luthor is the only serious and fixed villain for Superman, but Batman is different. Tan Wan lined up to Metropolis.

...But the villain of Batman, shouldn't have the hobby of making a new generation with him?

The Dark Knight of Gotham is almost an urban legend. Even if it is Superman, he only heard it from various witnesses. It is said that this colleague is an emotionless, burly and terrifying cold vampire.

Looking at it this way, Mr. Wayne's orientation is quite strange.

He looked in awe at Bruce's beautiful face, which was enhanced by the sunshine of the metropolis: "Bless you."

"Thank you." Although Bruce's radar caught the weirdness, he didn't take it to heart: "I'm going to build a superman museum next to the Daily Planet."

He leaned out of the window, looking at the golden ball at the top of the Daily Planet: "Who should I go to buy this building? Kent, go and call the person in charge."

Clark: "..."

Forgive him.

He just wants to be a law-abiding alien, never mess up, and be a good person diligently, why let him go through this?

Clark thought he could start a friendly conversation with Batman, such as asking him to take care of his own Gotham, such as promising not to use Bruce Wayne on Superman first?

…………

Honestly, being Bruce Wayne's guide sucks.

He always has too many demands, demands that Clark never thought of, and this wayward billionaire lazily ordered him to run around, and even gave him an incomprehensible task.

"I want the best ice cream in the metropolis."

Clark choked up miserably.

As a writer, he naturally knows how many subjective elements are in the so-called "best taste". In fact, he thinks the most delicious thing is the apple pie baked by Martha, but ice cream?

Clark: "I don't like ice cream."

Bruce raised an eyebrow slightly: "I don't like it either."

Clark: "..."

So why would you buy ice cream?

It's time to stand up, Clark Kent, with some backbone, and tell this rich guy that the world doesn't revolve around him—

Seeing Clark's reluctance, Bruce shrugged: "I have a friend who likes it, and besides that, I have two adopted sons."

"Hurry up." Bruce urged, "I can give you an extra interview."

Clark's knees softened, and he said forcefully, "Good boss!"

Isn’t it just a world, Superman can carry a planet back for him, and it can be made of any material——

Clark thought for a while, and led Bruce to the ice cream truck in the corner of the park. After all, every time he flew over here, he could see people queuing up.

This time is no exception.

Everyone knows that Baby Bruce hates waiting, and no matter how important the occasion, he'll be half an hour late...or more to avoid waiting.

But right now Bruce didn't say anything about queuing.

He usually lined up in the crowd, turning his head from time to time to see how long it would take to reach him, and he stopped making tricky requests.

Bruce loosened his tie, his pretty fingers rested on the collar, his eyes drooped quietly, Clark watched the scene, and blurted out an inappropriate sentence.

"Would you like to take a break?"

Bruce turned his face suddenly, stared at him quietly, and after a while, he smiled silently.

"I look tired?" Brussie rolled her eyes frivolously: "Are you trying to tell me, do you want to rest?"

……Again.

It was difficult for Clark to describe Bruce's changes in an instant. The man's ice-blue pupils were illuminated by the sun, similar to a shallow sea that could be seen to the bottom at a glance.

But Clark felt like never before——

Bruce Wayne is indeed a Gotham man.

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