Clark has something to say

Clark felt a sudden lightness in his body, and the power flowed in his body again, and the little curly hair on his forehead no longer stuck to his scalp wearily.

"Thank you."

He shook uncomfortably, looked at Batman in front of him: "...uh, what do you want to know?"

There are too many things to talk about, the destruction of Krypton, scattered civilizations, the sources of various superpowers... Clark thought about it, and felt that there was nothing to hide except his true identity.

"All," Bruce said succinctly.

...is no surprise.

But there are some things that can’t be finished for a while, he needs a place where he can talk well, and Batman’s vigilance is too strong, it’s even more difficult to choose a suitable place... Thinking of this, those clear sky-like eyes The pupils couldn't help being cast a layer of embarrassment.

"Is there a problem?" Bruce's fingers moved lightly.

Clark, who was in a normal state, of course noticed this slight movement, and he shrank his neck carefully: "I was wondering where we should go to chat..."

Batman didn't answer.

Clark's heart was suspended in the air, and he was afraid of messing up something, so he quickly proposed: "How about the coffee shop, would you like a cup of coffee?"

They could sit by the window and drink coffee while chatting. Clark blinked and looked across expectantly.

Bruce: "..."

What a fucking simple Superman, Bruce thought in disbelief.

He'd never heard of such a frivolous invitation, not Baby Bruce, not even Batman—you'd have to find a similar tavern if you asked Match Malone out?

No, doesn't Superman have a safe house?

The billionaire man was criticizing with incomprehensible reserve, but he felt more and more that something was wrong. Superman looked like he hadn't thought about other places. It might be better to say that the coffee shop was his first reaction.

Just like the most common social animal.

"Superman can appear in the coffee shop, but Batman can't." The mocking sentence melted into another sentence inexplicably in front of those shockingly blue eyes: "Change the place."

Clark rubbed his nose. If so, then he really only had one place to offer. His friends would visit occasionally, but Batman might not be willing to go... He floated up anxiously.

"What's wrong."

Clark heard a bad meaning from this sentence, and he was afraid that the trust he had gained so hard would be delayed: "I have a secret base, but it's not in this country."

"It's located in the North Pole, hidden in a place where human satellites can't find it. There's only one way to get there—I'll fly you there."

And you will definitely not let me hold you and fly to a high altitude where you can be smashed into a pulp as soon as you let go.

Clark said hopelessly, "Or do you have a better suggestion?"

Bruce: "..."

He was almost blinded by the radiance of integrity!

What's wrong with Superman?The goggles cover his emotions so he can vibrate freely in the hood—

Is the secret base something that can be revealed?

Is this really something he can listen to!

And what Superman is worried about is not his secret base being leaked, but what... ridiculous questions like flying with him?

"Take me to your secret base." Bruce nodded: "Now."

**

Careless, Bruce thought sullenly.

If he had known about it, he would have brought the Batplane over. Out of consideration for keeping Superman mysterious, he did not show any equipment, but wore a uniform, and the flying and gliding such as folding wings were all in the universal belt, just in case. need.

as the price of secrecy.

He needs to be grabbed by Superman's cape and fly in mid-air shamelessly.

But he didn't have a choice—God only knows how seriously Superman suggested flying with him—he'd rather fall out of here than be held in Superman's arms.

Thinking of Superman's usual saving posture, the corners of Bruce's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

The wind howls, the sound of the wind is forced into the ears, and the body walks through the clouds. Bruce is no stranger to all this. When he falls from high altitudes countless times, or jumps out of the bat plane that is about to explode, the surrounding scene is like this.

Batman is also very familiar with the accompanying adverse reactions to the human body. During high-speed movement, the body/fluid and organs inside the human body will be squeezed and even displaced, causing chest pains, difficulty breathing, muscle tension, tears and black vision. —he's just a human being, and no matter how much training he gets, he always feels bad.

until today.

The knife-like airflow passed by him gently and softly, and the thin air was completely blocked out. Even though he was at an altitude of a thousand meters, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of coolness.

On the contrary, an indescribable warmth enveloped his whole body, and Bruce's hand slowly moved to his neck, coughing twice.

"Am I flying too fast?"

Clark lowered his head sensitively, he paused, took off his cloak and handed it over: "You can use it to block the sun."

Bruce took it unconsciously, it was indeed too dazzling, whether it was the rising sun, or the god on earth smiling at him in the rising sun, the golden light gently kissed his flawless skin, even though he still looked a bit embarrassed, but No one will care about these.

He shines brightly.

The sun is always stingy in taking care of Gotham, a chaotic place. Bruce is used to the smell of metal in the damp, and the sound of rain falling on the arm armor, but he is not used to bathing in the sun and walking under the clear sky.

He suddenly understood why Superman always looked inhuman. If this was what Superman saw every day, how could he force himself to return to the human world?

"Unbelievable."

Clark showed a small smile—a little smug, but more happy. Every time he was in a bad mood, he would lie in the clouds and bask in the sun. The physique of the Kryptonian made him recover quickly. The cells stabbed by the radiation fully recovered: "The yellow sun has given me a lot of abilities."

"Yellow Sun?"

Clark didn't answer immediately, but led Bruce down slowly. In a white and boundless ice field, he licked his deep teeth nervously: "We're here."

Bruce raised his face displeased: "You can put me down."

"Better not." Clark shook his head: "The low temperature in the Arctic will frostbite you."

Bruce still wanted to say something, but he suddenly heard an extremely subtle cracking sound, like a stone in the center of a frozen lake suddenly split in two. The next second, a crystal clear fortress flew from the blue sea at a very fast speed. It rose below the plane and crashed into his line of sight very abruptly.

Bruce: "!"

He stared at this unknown fortress, his heart was filled with uncontrollable impulses, worldly desires impacted his brain——

Maybe Batman could treat him better for the sake of the Fortress of Solitude, which is pretty enough after all, Clarke hoped secretly.

"I gave it a name..."

The lonely castle of ice and snow gleamed in the sun, every inch was reflected in crystal color, and phosphorescent under the shining clouds.

"Fortress of Solitude."

Clark paused, then lowered his head inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

Bruce: "...oh."

... He put away the nano-monitor in his hand as if nothing had happened, and tightened his jaw in displeasure.

Hell super vision.

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