Clark has something to say

Clark remained politely silent.

...In fact, he should pretend not to see it?But with super vision out there, what's the point of deceiving yourself?

The Fortress of Solitude slowly slid out two small robots: "Kal-El, 290.6 units have passed since you came back last time, do you need to turn on the closed mode?"

Superman's name is Kal-El.

Bruce wrote down this key information, rolled the strangely pronounced name in his heart, and frowned: "Unit time?"

This method of timing sounds very unearthly. He looked at the robots, and had to say that the technological content condensed on these two robots was a bit beyond the standard, at least he didn't see their materials.

"A way of timing on Krypton." Clark replied, facing the unpredictable eyes of the other party, and forced himself not to show his panic.

"I'm actually a Kryptonian—yes, an alien in the human sense."

Bruce: "!"

Superman is indeed an alien!

Bruce lowered his eyes, calmed down for a moment, nodded, and stepped into the gate of the Fortress of Solitude first. His scalp was a little numb—Batman is already familiar with all kinds of weird things, and Gotham has no shortage of magic. .

but!

It's a fucking alien, and who knows if there's anything weird in his fortress, big scenes from those crap movies he used to watch with Dick, inappropriately appearing before his eyes.

The greasy tentacles, the huge mouth with claws and claws... The originally holy and beautiful fortress of loneliness suddenly turned into a monster lair. Bruce's footsteps were a bit heavy, but he was sure he couldn't stop here.

Inexplicably, Clark felt that there was a little more blackness around Batman, so that the little curly hair on his forehead trembled in fear.

At this moment, Batman seemed to have lost his footing, and his feet suddenly slipped. His reaction was quick, and he directly supported the wall to stabilize his body.

Just when I raised my hand, there was a smaller camera on the wall than before.

Clark: "..."

His Fortress of Solitude is dirty!The little reporter wailed in despair in his heart.

The moment Clark walked into the fortress, the top of the Fortress of Solitude moved slightly, and the sunlight suddenly fell in, refracting the interior brightly.

Bruce sighed secretly, Superman's secret base didn't look sinister at all.

Quite the opposite.

Soft light fell on every corner, a huge tapestry was hung on the opposite wall, followed by furniture he was familiar with—tables, chairs and the like, except that he could not tell the source of the materials of these items, and then Nothing special.

In addition, two statues slightly taller than him stood in the middle of the hall, wearing an ugly, aesthetically worrisome woolen cape.

Bruce looked around and asked cautiously, "Where is Krypton?"

Clark honestly: "Sector 2813, in the very center of the Andromeda galaxy."

In fact, he is not familiar with Krypton. For the dead parent star, all his knowledge comes from the artificial intelligence left by Joel in the spaceship, and the documentary-style images he saw on the smart computer.

Clark chose a sun room where the sun can be exposed to the sun. Batman has many problems, basically centering on Superman's abilities and limits, and he doesn't hide it, basically breaking it down.

"I've ignited some dying stars."

But the other party seemed dissatisfied, and Clark guessed that this must have something to do with his expression.

"...probably able to push a planet?"

Bruce tensed all his muscles involuntarily.

Damn, when did the planet become a unit of measurement?

Superman's ability is far beyond his imagination. If he is Superman's enemy, he is probably desperate by now.

His flying speed is close to the speed of light, his super hearing is countless times faster than the speed of sound, the temperature of his thermal vision is higher than the core of the sun, his invulnerable steel body, and his powerful freezing breath.Under the yellow sun, a Kryptonian's body can absorb energy and store it.

If he wanted to, it would be easier to kill a human than to crush an ant.

But there is no safety valve for such a terrifying existence. The reason why this planet is safe and sound depends on the virtue of superman being too strong.

—It’s not a fairy tale.

"I need more accurate data, have you tested your limits?"

"I am not sure as well."

This really can't be blamed on him, Clark doesn't know where the limit of his ability is at all - so far, except for kryptonite and magic that can hurt him, but at that time his power was basically useless, and under normal circumstances, the earth would not be able to use it. There are no conditions to test his abilities.

Bruce lowered his eyes, entered all the data into the system, and tapped the bat computer on the arm armor: "I still have some questions."

"Does your kind have the same power as you? I need to know the size of the Kryptonian population, Krypton's attitude towards other planets, and your purpose of coming to Earth...I hope you will take me to Krypton."

Clark blinked dully, but said nothing.

Bruce thought that Superman was worrying about traveling across galaxies, and added lightly: "Or you can just tell me the coordinates, I have the ability to travel between stars."

When the smile on the face of the god on earth disappeared, the atmosphere in the Fortress of Solitude suddenly became deserted.

Bruce repeated it again.

"I can't do it." After a long while, Clark reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips: "Krypton is already dead."

If possible, he also wants to go to Krypton. When he first discovered the spaceship left by his parents, he thought with joy that he finally had his own kind, but then he found that Krypton had become debris and dust in the universe. .

He had lost Krypton, his homeland forever and ever.

Bruce was taken aback.

Clark explained slowly, and he spoke with a little effort, as if there was a heavy weight that even Superman could not bear: "I don't have a race, and I don't have the same kind."

"Every Kryptonian is born with a vocation. Before birth, their whole life is planned to die, so when Krypton is destroyed, their genes force them to stay on Krypton."

The tone of the god on earth is very flat.

Bruce lowered his eyes, and in just a few words, he could imagine how desperate and thrilling the scene was.

"I'm the last Kryptonian."

He apologized very slowly, "Sorry, Batman, I can't do that."

His apology was not fake at all. He clearly promised to answer all Batman's questions, but he couldn't answer most of them. In the end, he didn't even know the questions that Batman cared about most.

Bruce was secretly annoyed—what's wrong with Superman?He couldn't believe that such people existed in the world—what was he sorry for?

A nameless evil fire ignited from the bottom of his heart.

With a gloomy expression, he said abruptly, "Are all Kryptonians like you?"

Clark hesitated, stuttering: "Yellow Solar has given Kryptonians many abilities, but I haven't seen other Kryptonians, but they should all be..."

The face of the god on earth was completely exposed to the sunlight, his blue eyes were unbelievably clear under the sunlight, the handsome man had a gentle face, and he spoke with a slight stumble.

Bruce: "..."

The Dark Knight's voice was low and his tone was even more hostile: "I mean, are all Kryptonians as stupid as you?"

Clark: "..."

What's wrong with him!

Bruce was stunned to see a little grievance from the bewildered face of the god on earth, and suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, but talking to Superman was really annoying, he turned his face to the side, and fell silent.

The ice crystals refracted sunlight into beams of light in which tiny dust particles swirled and danced.

— Fortress of Solitude.

Bruce suddenly felt that no name could be more appropriate. He tried to understand the loneliness that was carved into his bones, but realized that he had never felt like this even when he was training on the top of the Himalayas.

People always think that Batman is the lonely one, who walks in the dark and walks alone forever, while Superman is bathed in love, and everywhere he goes is flowers and applause, crowned in cheers and love.

Quite the opposite.

When Bruce was at his worst, he also had Alfred to accompany him every step of the way, and after that, the Robin birds flew into the bat nest one by one, and there were more and more good people in Gotham——

He is not alone.

Bruce recognizes his identity as a human being, and also recognizes his identity as a Gothamite, so he will never give the Batcave a name similar to the Fortress of Solitude.

The Fortress of Solitude is a building made of ice. Bruce can see that Superman is trying very hard to make this place warmer, but it is located in the North Pole—the coldest place on earth. Here, the sunlight seems to lose its temperature .

A sane person living in such a place every day would go mad within a year.

He was inexplicably worried about Superman's mental state. As an unlucky guy who has always dealt with Arkham lunatics, Bruce certainly knew the importance of maintaining mental health, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

Why should he worry about the alien's mental health?

In the end, it was Clark who spoke first, and he spoke forcefully, so as to reduce the anger in his voice: "I swear to Rao, everything I say is true, now, can I gain your trust? "

Bruce turned his head inexplicably: "Trust?"

Bruce looked at Superman's upright and bright blue eyes: "What's your weakness?"

Clark said in an accusatory tone: "——it's the green stone on your body. Kryptonite's shattered radiation created some kryptonite. Just taking it out will make me feel very painful."

Communicating with Batman is a very troublesome thing that requires patience. Even Dick, after staying in the Batcave for a long time, has to drive the Batmobile to hit a few villains. Almost to the limit.

And it's a shame.

He was so angry that his ears turned red, and he grabbed Batman's arm armor abruptly: "I have already expressed my attitude! Obviously you agreed to join the alliance, so we should be partners from now on... just like last night That!"

Bruce glanced at him lightly, and his tone was very casual: "Trust is mutual."

Clarke replies in a tone that makes me want to wring your head off: "I trust you—"

Bruce held out his hand calmly: "Here you are."

"Oh."

Clark smiled bewilderedly and awkwardly.

A small lead box, lying quietly in Batman's palm.

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感谢在2021-02-0321:26:04~2021-02-0423:25:31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 mine: 1 small animal of discipline;

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