Clark has something to say

This Superman looked very strange, and Clark shifted his gaze to Bruce's face for help: "He should..."

His writing skills are still lacking, Clark thought, he couldn't find the right words to describe Superman for a while, so he could only reach out and gesture in frustration.

"……that's it."

The resistance to Bruce popped up again, and he ruminated for a while, and found that this emotion seemed not to be resistance, but more incomprehensible boredom.

But he's all right, all right, what's the matter with Brucey baby?This is the future patron's father. As a big war-damaged man, it is obviously too late to please him, and he is also the target of Batman and Wonder Woman. Even for Diana, he should treat Bruce better.

He looked at Diana again, although Wonder Woman just leaned lazily on the side, but that was enough, her very existence could give people strength - she was an indestructible symbol, an unshakable anchor Seeing Clark's bewildered expression, the princess of Paradise Island smiled slightly.

"Oh, boy." She leaned down and kissed Baby Bruce's forehead affectionately: "Bruce always likes to be true in unnecessary places, but I love him so much, Clark, can you not love him? "

Bruce shot her a rather annoyed look.

"No." Clark blurted out, accepting the setting without a moment's hesitation.

Diana nodded sympathetically.

The little reporter immediately realized his offense - he realized in a trance that he had just made a timid statement to his immediate boss!

Batman probably picked him up in the middle of the night to make a watch.

He shrunk his neck, couldn't help feeling guilty, and couldn't understand himself, which was too weird—he was still picking and choosing against Bruce one second, but he felt good about Bruce from the bottom of his heart the next second.

Clark was stunned by his own double standard!

"I'm not, Bruce, Diana, please, trust me—I'm just out of my head," Clark stammered, taking another step forward.

Without the occlusion of Superman's projection, Bruce was completely exposed in his field of vision.

He was so beautiful, with clean black hair, a young and handsome face, and bright blue eyes, Clark suddenly froze, so embarrassed that he wanted to take off on the spot.

Bruce opened his eyes quite unexpectedly, and after a while, he reached out to turn off the projection, and said elusively, "Kent."

Clark responded in a low voice.

"Attend the charity banquet with me in the evening, and prepare a speech by the way. I will arrange you to be the spokesperson of the Wayne Group, and you will announce the founding of the Justice League."

This speech is definitely worth a Pulitzer, but becoming famous by reporting on the Justice League always makes Clark feel that he is cheating, and such things as speeches are not suitable for him.

He was about to refuse, but Bruce stood up abruptly, holding Diana's arms: "The Gotham Museum bought a piece of jewelry whose age cannot be confirmed..."

"Write well." He took the time to glance at Clark: "You are the best at speech."

Clark stayed in the office, staring at the backs of the two, and unconsciously clenched his fingers. When he went out, Diana turned her face and talked to Bruce with a smile, but Clark clearly noticed that her gaze was on his. direction.

Wonder Woman's smile was soft and bright, but her eyes were indifferent and cold.

Exactly the same as the previous Superman.

**

Gotham, Copperport Hotel, top floor.

The Wayne Group rented the entire building, and many invitations were distributed, but Clark did not know any of the guests present. Fortunately, the meals provided at the dinner party were good, and the apple pie and red wine stewed beef were placed in the most conspicuous places.

Bruce was simply the eye of the hurricane in the crowd. Clark briefly sighed about the troubles of the rich, and resolutely devoted himself to the great cause of eating and drinking.

The happiness of the poor is that simple.

The crispy baked dough is mixed with sweet and sour apple filling—Clark chewed it almost touchingly. How long has it been since he had such a great apple pie?

——It's been so long that he can hardly remember the taste of apple pie.

The young reporter didn't have many opportunities to taste this delicacy rooted in the soul. Under the urging of Wayne Group's public relations, he had to read his speech in front of countless dark cameras.

He frowned, feeling bad about being pushed in front of the media, in fact, he didn't think the people present cared what he had to say... Bruce was paying attention to him the whole time.

He finished reading dryly, passing through the crowd with a clear purpose, and stopped beside Bruce: "When will you use the Superman projection?"

He wondered how the projection would react to these guests.

"I'm very dissatisfied with him." Bruce raised the champagne in his hand and chuckled: "As you said, he is not Superman at all."

Whether he is Superman or not is not up to you to define, Clark became angry, and subconsciously wanted to refute——

But he wisely didn't contradict his boss, and the little reporter found that even though he couldn't understand every word Wayne said, he was still damned fascinated by him.

It was quite weird, as if someone had changed the settings. He remembered that he had no special thoughts about Bruce before, but in the blink of an eye, too strong emotions were rooted in his heart.

Anyway, starting with the clown, everything was a little off.

As soon as this idea came up, the buzzer on the ceiling suddenly popped up. High-end hotels are equipped with fire extinguishing devices. In an instant, the two of them were drenched to the skin. At the same time, the sound of intense firefights rang out downstairs. .

The two looked at each other in unison.

"Hide." Bruce looked stern and stuffed Clark under the corner table without hesitation: "Don't make a sound, and don't move around."

It should be against the Justice League. The forces in Gotham will not be so boring, but it is not sure whether there are any external forces that hire those old acquaintances.

As Batman, Bruce is used to dealing with all kinds of emergencies, and then he needs to find a place to slip away and change into Batman's uniform... He quickly selected the vent in the safe passage, and comforted: " Batman will take care of this."

Before he could take a step, an inescapable force suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back forcefully.

Bruce: "!"

"Where are you going?" Clark asked sullenly. Obviously, the hotel had become dangerous to the naked eye. As the most vulnerable target, he wanted to run around.

How did he survive in Gotham for so long?

Clark resolutely dragged Bruce under the table, and made way for Bruce to stay in a safer corner, but he drilled out himself: "I have a way to contact Superman."

Bruce: "..."

There were hurried footsteps in the stairwell.

Bruce took a deep breath, and said with a fake smile: "Come back, it's too late—"

Batman is gone.

The idiot who sent him to death, Bruce sarcastically sarcastically, he almost used the reaction speed of Batman to retrieve Clark, the sound of bullets piercing through the air confirmed his correctness, the floor-to-ceiling windows were smashed, and glass shards fell to the ground.

Clark: "..."

Superman is gone!

Screams sounded one after another.

The space under the table was quite small, and two tall men were forced to squeeze together. The body temperature of the other came through through the shirt. Clark pushed up his glasses, feeling terribly melancholy.

Bruce must not be allowed to know that Clark and Superman are one person, these two identities must be separated in front of him, the little reporter turned his head anxiously: "Batman——"

Bruce also turned his face at this time.

The chin was briefly touched by two soft objects, and the little reporter was stunned for a moment, and the roots of his ears turned red!

"...Are you there?" He asked dully.

Bruce acted the same, he sat down on the ground tiredly, and leaned against Clark without any image.

"Okay, Boy Scout, take it easy." The man looked out the gap absently: "It's not like I haven't kissed before, when will Superman come?"

Clark: "..."

Superman will never come, unless you start first, he is full of confusion, all kinds of mixed emotions, he can't say anything.

Bruce: "..."

There is no way, save yourself, but the plan can't keep up with the changes, three or four burly men directly lifted the table, and lifted Bruce up like a chicken.

...failed to move Clark.

In order not to make the gangster too ugly, Clark pretended to stand on tiptoe, and looked in Bruce's direction worriedly out of the corner of his eye. He still remembered the kidnapping of Brucey's baby in Metropolis last time.

If Metropolis is the rookie village of villains, then Gotham is a copy of Hell.

If Bruce made a fuss again, Clark slowly tightened his muscles, not caring so much... Even if the whole world knew that Clark Kent was Superman, he couldn't let Bruce get hurt.

Seeing the gangster walking towards Bruce with a gun...or maybe he could be stupid.

"Sir!" Clark said super loudly, "I have money!"

Gangster: "..."

Bruce couldn't bear to look away, it was too clumsy, he bet Clark had never experienced the taste of being rich in his life, maybe the little reporter was stunned.

The man sighed without a trace: "What do you want?"

Clark stared at Bruce's face in disbelief, as if to make sure he wasn't some doppelganger, impressed by the last time the rich Gotham guy asked the police where he was at gunpoint.

But now Bruce looked perfectly normal.

"Let the alliance go to hell." The other party smiled contemptuously: "Let Superman disband his alliance and tell those monsters to go back to where they should go."

Clark's eyes dimmed.

Bruce tugged at his collar, he was pulled all over and his back hurt: "Listen, don't do stupid things, do you really think these guns can hurt them?"

"Of course." The malice in the other party's eyes was shown unreservedly, and the sneer was sharp and piercing, but the volume was very low. He threatened without rush: "There are countless ways to use it, guns, guided missiles, biological weapons, Nuclear/warhead—"

"Are those monsters living alone in the world? If not, it would be great. I have played too many hard mode games, and it is too boring to always admit defeat. The easy mode is not bad—"

Clark's pupils contracted violently, and the blue eyes as pure as lake water were slowly covered with shadows.

"Bruce Wayne is definitely a good bargaining chip, Superman will change his mind for you." The muzzle hit Bruce's forehead: "Bang!"

He didn't actually shoot.

silence.

An eerie silence filled the entire space, Clark froze in place, a large number of untraceable emotions began to wash away, and faint blood appeared in his eyes.

"Then what are you going to do?" A brisk voice suddenly broke into his world.

Clark looked up suddenly.

It was Bruce, with a smile on his face, as usual: "You won't kill me so easily, will you? You have to talk to Superman... Playing games, this also has a process."

"Smart kid." The gangster clapped his hands: "I will take you away."

"Wait a minute." Clark interrupted the conversation between the two: "Take me."

"Take me." He repeated.

**

Bruce also felt that there was something wrong with him, but he couldn't grasp the problem. He just felt bad now, and there was something weird everywhere. He didn't even need to use detective thinking, and he could detect something wrong just from a logical inference.

He couldn't determine when the problem happened, so he could only start with the people around him. If there was any conspiracy against Gotham, he could at least ensure the surroundings were safe.

Magic that tampers with reality, mind-controlled technology... There are so many ways to create false memories.

... Diana was his first test subject.

Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, is an Amazonian from Paradise Island who left her island on a peaceful mission.

Diana is unique.

No one can imitate her temperament, her talent, her strength, her rage - the fighting posture of the Goddess of War can make anyone terrified, and her noble blood makes her arrogance seem innate.

The way she treats men is actually quite chauvinistic. The way she looks at human beings is like looking at the subordinate race created by her father in the storybook. Anna's attitude was one of condescending care.

No existence can disguise her. Bruce and Diana have known each other for many years, and they know each other well. As the daughter of Zeus, Diana's magic resistance is almost full, and she doesn't bother to pretend to cover herself. Under various considerations, Princess Amazon is definitely the best choice.

But he found nothing, and even fell into a greater mystery. There is no doubt that Diana has not changed at all, and her firm and decisive worldview formed over a long time is deeply rooted.

Diana's attitude towards him was also the same as before, gentle and friendly, and she would often look at him with tolerant eyes like a child. She was indeed her most loyal and closest friend.

There is no doubt that Diana was real.

Where is the problem?

Because he doesn't know the purpose of the man behind the scenes, even if he has woken up from the sitcom, in order to obtain the maximum information, the best choice is to follow the script arranged by the other party. The establishment of the Justice League must be a key point, and the existing members of the Zhenglian are key members.

Superman is real, so he can save the effort of communicating with the Kryptonians. As a powerful ally, Superman is his last hole card, the kind that he will not use unless he is in desperate situation.

In this way, it is not a wise choice to involve Superman in the early stage, but in the Justice League, Superman is definitely an indispensable member. For this reason, he spent some time making a phantom of Superman. He typed it in by himself, and he would never make a mistake.

The moment the phantom was imaged, he almost gave up the highest authority to open the Batcave, and the swivel chair slammed on the ground with a bang.

fuck.

The man in front of him looked indifferent, his originally beautiful blue eyes were burnt red.

He was wearing a stupid half-wrapped hood that completely exposed his entire face. The metal hoop around his face made the already terrifying Superman look a little colder, and the uniform was even colder. The steel texture and the overall color saturation have been lowered to dark colors.

—Who the hell are you?

Bruce scolded without regard to his image at all. For this, Afu deducted his cookies for three days.

The well-behaved Kryptonian rescue dog, the son of tomorrow born in the sun, was suddenly changed into such a ghost thing, even if the aesthetics have improved by leaps and bounds... Bruce has never thought the three primary colors are so beautiful.

There's no way this Superman could be at the Justice League party.

What's outrageous is that he can't change the image of Superman. The bat computer works normally, but the image of Superman in the phantom is directly framed to death. No matter how he debugs the program, it's useless. Change the extent of the uniform.

— There is only one possibility.

The person who controls all of this, or the black hand behind the scenes, believes that Superman is this kind of image, just like the GM in the game directly cheats and controls the source. As a player, Bruce, no matter how talented and outstanding he is, it is impossible to fight against the administrator.

Insufficient permissions.

Since he can change the uniform, he also has the authority to change the color. He immediately repaired Superman's eyes back to the original blue.

Worse.

Just seeing this kind of superman, Bruce wanted to wring his head off—it was definitely an instinct deeply imprinted in his DNA. He endured his impatience and stuffed the phantom into the projector, but this thing is terrible The level is already enough to make him willing to ask Diana for help.

Not one player, maybe two.

Although this superman looks strange, so far, it is the biggest clue exposed by the mastermind behind the scenes. Bruce resisted the discomfort and carried this thing with him, intending to let everyone see and ask about it. ask.

time is limited.

Bruce has a hunch that the mystery that plagued him will soon be solved-it's easy to find that the whole world is now more powerless than it was in the beginning.

But he didn't expect it to be so fast. Starting from the dinner, God's hand seemed to lose patience and completely lost logic. Not to mention anything else, how could the chef put such simple and plain food on the table at the banquet hosted by Wayne? food?

The ingredients are all cooked in the easiest way, without any technical content, and it tastes quite homely. He tasted the red wine stewed beef cautiously, but found that the red wine used in it was the cheapest on the shelf of a convenience store, worth more than ten dollars. A large bottle of liquid can be purchased.

Taste good, passable by Wayne's standards, but the apple pie—served in a china bowl with tiny floral prints on it, with a lace placemat underneath, the lace was old and yellowed at the edges, but it was washed. clean.

A profile is gradually taking shape. The items on the banquet have a strong rural style, which belongs to the popular style of small towns in the central region 30 years ago. He probably stayed in a small house with warm decorations. After thinking about it, he felt that It's a bit unbelievable.

Someone with the power to control Batman was born in... a small town?

It’s not that he looks down on people in small towns, but that the formation of criminals is inseparable from their growth environment. From the background check of Gotham criminals, it can be seen that the top group of people in Arkham are either born in famous families or have received education. Good education, or experienced many extraordinary experiences at a young age.

As for the clown, all laws fail in him.

The dining table is no longer a sense of disobedience, it is simply too eye-catching, he has to lock his eyes on his employee—Clark Kent, he seems to like this apple pie very much, just like he likes Alfred's Britney cake.

Bruce broke out in a cold sweat for a moment.

Why had he been unconsciously ignoring this man?Obviously this person is always by his side... No, no thought control can make him trust a person so much, it is impossible to make him a puppet.

But such absurd things did happen.

In other words, Clark Kent symbolizes security in his subconscious, even more secure than Diana.

So safe that Batman's suspicion didn't even give him a cent.

superman.

Bruce had a vague guess, so he controlled his attitude not to be too sharp, but it was difficult to implement it - Clark was naturally full of favor with him, but it was difficult to pretend to be Brucey's baby.

He arranged it very clearly, just waited to fool the little reporter into the ditch, but as soon as he spoke, the siren sounded.

Bruce: ...

Oh shit!

He was outraged. Obviously, someone didn't want him to continue talking, so he forcibly interrupted the conversation by changing the environment.

Seriously, what's wrong with the people who make all of this?What the hell is his impression of Gotham?

Yes, Gotham is indeed a city of chaos, but it is still a large city with a large population. Since it is a city, it can at least guarantee the normal survival of human beings. Although the free fire mode exists, the forces of the Penguins also know it well. Set your own territory, even if you fight, you can give ordinary people the space to move freely.

... Petty crime is a bit more, but the GCPD takes care of the shit.

But the City of Chaos does not mean that such a big scene can be encountered by holding a banquet. If this is the case, Batman will be exhausted long ago, and Baby Brucey has no chance to come out for activities at all.

He couldn't help but wonder if the mastermind behind the scenes had any shadows about Gotham, or had some opinions about himself, twice, he had encountered criminal gangs inexplicably, he had already experienced it twice!

Bruce Wayne is not a delicate and frail glass man who needs to be overprotected, so why give him so many scenes where heroes save the beauty!

Clark doesn't seem to have any problems at all, there is no trace of disguise, he is just a good man who is suddenly attacked, he waits calmly for the development of the plot, and is always ready to save people.

The gangster who appeared was a face he had never seen before. He can't use the bat computer now, and he can't go to the database to identify it. If he didn't escape in time, the case may have been solved by now——

But the more he listens, the more he has a sense of déjà vu.

The gangster who was carrying him was no passerby, his tone of voice was clearly his lingering nightmare, the nightmare of Gotham, the clown.

Bruce wasn't happy about getting more clues.

Clown... Bruce's eyelids twitched. The name of clown means disaster. Although he has fought against clown many times, he feels that he has lost half his life every time.

He put the Joker in Arkham, but the master criminal can lay on the bed in the cell and make Gotham bloody, he is the real monster of Gotham, a down-and-out comedian Jack Napier fell into the chemical pool, and when he climbed out again, he was already possessed by evil as a symbolic meaning.

It was his responsibility, if he had held Jack back then... Bruce closed his eyes, forcibly put away distracting thoughts, and focused on analysis.

In addition, although the gangster behind him spoke in the tone of a clown, he looked like an ordinary person without a purple suit, sulfuric acid flowers, or pale face.

The real Joker is in Arkham Asylum.

Perhaps it was because the people who manipulated all this were afraid of the clown, or hated it to the extreme, and did not allow him to have a chance to play at all, but the shadow of the clown was with him everywhere.

His appearance has increased the difficulty of detection. If it is just an ordinary criminal, a normal gangster will not add irrelevant hostages to increase risks for himself. If Clark really joins the ranks of hostages, it can basically be concluded that something is wrong with him.

But the Joker has changed the nature of the whole thing... he just gets involved with irrelevant people on a whim.

But it also explains why this Gotham is full of free fire mode. Gotham was indeed like this when the clown made trouble. When this thing is over, he has to investigate the victims of the clown case.

It's a huge project, but the last thing Batman needs is patience.

**

Clark was thrown into the truck compartment with Bruce. There were no handcuffs or ropes. They were just thrown in. Immediately afterwards, the iron plate under their bodies trembled, and a burst of black smoke came out from the engine exhaust pipe. drive forward.

He finally had time to think.

Clark decided to start from the beginning - clown, clown is definitely the key word, everything that goes wrong starts with the clown.

He skipped over Dick subconsciously.

But he couldn't remember what was going on with the clown, so he could only switch the breakthrough, he was too confused by Bruce's sudden feelings, he stared at the stain in the corner, Gotham was really bad... always cloudy, continuous The constant rain made everything start to rust.

They were once clearly shining.

He kept recalling what Bruce had said, and after thinking about it, he sat up straight suddenly and stared at the other party: "What do you mean—it's not like you haven't kissed before."

Baby Bruce, who had been in a daze, came back to his senses and looked at him in confusion: "What did you say?"

"You just said that." Clark's heart beat faster, and the sore and sweet taste spread from his left chest, and gradually spread throughout his body: "Under the table, you accidentally kissed my chin."

"Scout." Bruce squinted his eyes, and this kind of action was done by an adult man without breaking the rules: "Is there anything wrong?"

It's not that there's anything wrong, it's that everything is wrong, like the whole world suddenly becomes a virtual game, with a bad GM constantly adding settings.

But Clark felt that he couldn't refuse. He found that he really wanted Bruce Wayne to be by his side all the time. After repeated confirmation, he was sure that this was definitely what he wanted from the bottom of his heart.

And, he longed for it, even eagerly looked forward to it.

A gate seemed to be opened deep in his heart, and the long-sealed emotions continued to emerge. Clark didn't make a sound, but Bruce had noticed his strange expression.

"What are you worried about?" Bruce bent his left knee, straightened the other leg, and leaned comfortably against the wall of the car: "This is Gotham, Batman will solve these things."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and touched Clark's chin lightly with his lips. Clark was still in a daze and lowered his head in a daze.

The last accidental touch could burn his ears red, but this time... Clark touched his chin and found that there was nothing but the satisfaction that could fill his heart.

When did he become like this—Clark has no doubt that he has fallen in love with Bruce, but is it normal for a normal person to be kissed by a loved one?

He didn't even have the desire/desire to kiss back.

Bruce moved closer, and Clark was very familiar with the scent of Brucey's baby's perfume, which smelled good, but it made him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

He'd smelled something similar on Batman.

He had also smelled a similar aroma on Wonder Woman.

I have to say that it is not a good experience to think of those two people at this time, Diana is fine, but Batman - that dark shadow appeared in the fantasy, a burst of nameless anger exploded in the bottom of my heart in an instant .

But obviously, in order to dispel Batman's suspicion, he took the initiative to take him to his lonely fortress, but now he can't recall his thoughts at that time, it's as far away as another planet.

But the super brain can still clearly remember every detail of the past. He remembers how Batman hid behind the gargoyle, and how Batman used the claw gun gracefully and beautifully. By the way, he also remembered his brother. In the night of Tan, the dim bat light lights up, and the bat logo hits the misty sky——

He remembered too much, Clark thought.

Batman's jaws are made of stone, what's so good about a grumpy guy - Bruce shouldn't be associated with this guy, he's so inhuman, stubborn, even the most miserable script in the world Performing in front of him, this person will not be moved.

He also has kryptonite.

Yes, kryptonite.

Batman gave him the piece of kryptonite, but since he could take out the first piece, he could naturally take out the second piece, he lowered his eyes slightly, and decided to destroy all the kryptonite in Batman's hand when he got out from here. ——No, he can go one step closer, the whole earth, the whole universe—

The locked floodgate in his heart opened a little more. Since he has such great power, why did he leave an Achilles heel for himself?

Clark never found out that he might have a hidden danger of split personality. He obviously just wanted to recall the evidence to support his view that Batman is terrible, but the neural area in charge of memory seems to have its own ideas.

Batman's slightly upturned mouth, a smiling voice, a missed heartbeat, and soft eyes behind the goggles.

The silhouette of the cloak that appeared in the bat light exudes a warm breath that smells of rust, and the gasping in the throat is suppressed.

The kryptonite box lay in the palm of Batman, wearing funny gloves with pointy fingers like a displeased cat.

Clark sat down and morose in the corner, pretty sure there was something wrong with him, something wrong with the whole world.

The real and the fake are mixed together, his getting along with Batman is real, and his first encounter with Shazam is also real...

There was a jolt in the car, and he started thinking about Batman again.

The Gotham Knights look abstinent, but they are actually hot. Even though he wraps himself up tightly and only shows a chin, Clark is sure he knows how the tights feel and how the body is under the tights. Perfect.

What's more, Batman's soul is tailor-made for...

He didn't realize that his thoughts had gone wrong.

"What are you thinking?"

Clark turned his face away, feeling that the way Bruce looked at him was a little subtle, but just being here could satisfy him, so he explained gently: "I'm thinking of Batman."

He did not give further explanation.

His thoughts on Batman are too secretive, not because he thinks these thoughts are against the moral values ​​of human society, in fact those things are more fragile to him now than paper.

Rather, he felt that these thoughts belonged only to him, and no one could get his hands on them.

……

All of Bruce's attention was drawn to the man in front of him.

Clark Kent, he completely overturned the previous defense for Clark, and the current situation does not allow him to deceive himself.

The man in the plaid shirt sat quietly in the corner with a cold face, and an invisible dangerous aura unfolded bit by bit—it was not a danger like a robber with a gun, but a kind of danger that made his hair stand on end and was so cold. danger to the bones.

Makes Batman feel creepy.

Under the fragile thin ice, a huge and boundless darkness is spreading.