Clark has something to say

Batman's years of training calmed down Bruce quickly, even though the golden retriever dog he always thought was actually an alien tentacle monster full of fangs.

... This analogy is so strange.

In fact, even though Clark makes him creepy, he still maintains a weird affection for Clark, and this kind of creepiness is not a feeling of fear, but an unacceptable extreme contrast at first glance.

But when the other party asked "What is it - it's not that I haven't kissed before", Bruce really fell into a short-circuit of thinking for a short time.

He didn't remember saying that on purpose.

But when Bruce tried to relive his memory, he had to admit that the other person wasn't lying or trying to blur his memory.

It was indeed what he said himself, without any lag, almost a conditioned reflex.

Bruce suddenly noticed the problem. Before that, he thought that his thinking had been out of the control of the GM, but according to the current situation, he was at most semi-detached.

——There is only one possibility, that he really kissed Clark countless times, the slightly teasing name Boy Scout should be his favorite nickname.

Is this guy really his lover?

Bruce is very numerous. He has kissed men and women lined up from Gotham to Bludhaven, but there are only a few who have been with each other with true feelings, but Clark... none of them fit his aesthetics.

Baby Bruce looked critically—overly broad shoulders, a menacing figure, rustic glasses...his aesthetics were actually quite straightforward.

No one knows that Batman is actually a gay face, commonly known as a face dog. Although Baby Brucey is his disguise, if the disguise makes him painful, he will not create such a personality for himself.

It's easy to hook up with Baby Bruce, you don't need to work hard, you just need to be good-looking, and Bruce is good-looking, so wouldn't it be a waste of time to fall in love with someone who is not as good-looking as him?

Looking at the people he has dated, it is clear that curly black hair like seaweed is the best, pure blonde hair is not bad, thin waist and long legs, good voice, blue eyes can add ten points - except for black hair and blue eyes , Clark can't touch any of them.

Chances are Clark's skills are good.

The pleasure-loving Gotham rich man couldn't help but fell into deep thought, but he was sure that he didn't have any polite reaction of throat tightening and eyes darkening, on the contrary, there was a faint shadow.

...is the kind of shadow that can lose worldly desires/desires at the door.

In order to verify his idea, he prudently and seriously kissed Clark again with a research mind.

——No worldly desires, even feel a little cold.

It's similar to the cold method of finally pulling up the edges, and the result is bald skin.

This is too outrageous!Bruce thought in disbelief, no one could make him have this illusion!Could it be that Kent wasn't the one being developed?

Thinking about it, he couldn't sit still for a while. The idea of ​​waiting for the next plot was completely dispelled. He couldn't help but want to interrupt Kent's thinking. For some reason, once the other party fell into thinking, he had an ominous premonition They kept attacking him.

Bruce found himself preferring to keep Clark's brain empty, no, it's better to keep it in a state of being lazy until it rusts.

Bruce: "..."

That's a big problem, after all, this kind of thinking doesn't sound very healthy... very unhealthy, and a little harsh.

He silently recalled Baby Bruce's character design, and made sure that he hadn't added the master's mission or other settings. His aesthetic orientation is a smart and hot sexy beauty, and an idiot beauty can do it——

How come to Clark, the standard has dropped to an idiot?

Do I love him so much?

Curiosity intensifies, what exactly does he love about Clark, love can never be the product of a love potion for no reason, although he originally planned to test Clark, but now, there is more curiosity about this person.

"I was thinking of Batman."

Bruce was startled, and found another problem. From the beginning, Clark liked Batman very much. He still remembered that when they first met, the other party admitted that he liked Batman more than Superman.

So is there a possibility that Clark actually knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman, but his memory has been tampered with, and he can only retain the indelible goodwill in his heart.

"Are you worried that Batman won't come to rescue us? Don't worry, he will." He continued along the conversation, his eyes firmly stuck to Clark's face, not letting go of any changes in the other's expression.

"I'm not worried that he won't come to save me..." Clark said thoughtfully, "What do you think of Batman?"

Bruce couldn't figure out what Clark wanted to hear, so he could only describe it according to Baby Bruce's setting: "It's too dark, who would wear tights on a big night in Gotham—"

"What I want to ask is, do you think Batman is hot?"

Bruce: "..."

If the other party wasn't too serious, he really thought it was sexual harassment. To be reasonable, Batman should be associated with adjectives such as dark and gloomy. After all, Batman's weapon is fear... hot?

What psychopath would find Batman hot?

"Batman is a monster." He replied succinctly: "You are a reporter, so you should know what the outside world thinks about Batman."

The other party nodded thoughtfully: "Oh."

Bruce's desire to control has been greatly challenged. Before that, Clark's thoughts were quite easy to understand. Blue eyes are the window of emotions, but now, he can't feel anything.

He hadn't found this to be such an annoying thing before.

He seems to have classified Clark into his domain, similar to his Batcomputer, his Batmobile, and his Batplane... If possible, he would like to mark everything that belongs to him with the Bat mark, but Clark is an individual , he couldn't have heated up the bat dart and branded the bat logo on the opponent's collarbone.

Everything in the domain is controllable.

In this way, the other party's face without anger or joy made him very angry.

Clark paused, as if talking to himself, but also as if trying to convince Bruce: "I don't think he's a monster—in fact, he is..."

Bruce couldn't hear the words behind, he was caught off guard by the sudden flashback memory, at the last moment of losing consciousness, he saw a red light flashing briefly in the corner of the car, and the place where the red light touched had an instant of blur.

He covered his head.

Heat flowed from his body continuously, spreading along the spine, like a fresh and tender fish that was cut open, accompanied by a kind of light pleasure, but the sleepiness was like a tide, washing him again and again sanity.

There was a soft bed under his body. This feeling should be the one on the third floor of Wayne Manor. He hooked his feet and rubbed around, basically confirming his thoughts.

It was too hot, and the upper body was bound by something very powerful.

Violent vibration.

The warm breath fell on his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, sweat ran deep down the eyelashes, and the fragile mucous membrane was prickly and itchy.

Wow what's the situation—Bruce is sullen, wait, this scene is too restrictive, the bed in Wayne Manor—the one on the third floor is actually rarely used by him, after all, its area is far beyond the normal happiness of rich people, buy it The reason for it is because of the rivalry with Stark at the time.

The third-floor room is only used for multiplayer sports, or a group of people gathering.

Bruce pushed impatiently, bent his elbows, broke free from the tightly wrapped quilt, and pushed forward hard.

The touch is quite weird, hard, because he yelled at it, the hardness of the thing suddenly decreased, and it was not too soft, similar to the touch of baked rubber, but it was hellishly warm to the touch, slightly higher than the temperature of the human body. This touch is definitely not human.

He knew why he was so hot.

Bruce's pupils trembled, he pretended to be calm, and didn't want to admit that he accepted this kind of scene well.

He's not Dick, at least he's still a human being in the garrison area, and he certainly won't be with the alien creature who needs to go to the room on the third floor——

But thinking about it this way, he felt a little strangely eager to try it, and even found it quite exciting.

The rich guy in Gotham once again had a clear understanding of his integrity.

It stands to reason that the bed in Wayne Manor is big enough for him to roll over sideways, but the upper body is bound quite tightly, and there is some slippery fabric under the body, and the temperature is getting higher and higher until he can't stand it anymore. Can sit upright in a huff.

The smell of the sun lingers around his body. Humans shouldn't know what the sun smells like, but he is very familiar with it, as if he can feel it every now and then.

Lumbago, especially in the waist, was almost crushed, he turned his hands back blankly, touched his lower back, and the idea of ​​a cigarette became stronger and stronger.

"You're too hot, if you still can't adjust the temperature to normal—" Batman's voice escaped from his throat uncontrollably: "What's going on?"

The quilt on the bed trembled reluctantly, and after a while, a bunch of small curly hairs emerged from the opening.

"I rolled in the sun."

Bruce said blankly, "Why."

"...Because the surface of the sun is fluffy." The exposed little curly hair shook quietly, and the voice was a little more satisfied: "It feels very good to roll on it, but I stayed for a long time, I'll catch a cold when I get back."

"Does that mean you have a fever?"

"... Ang." The other party said guiltily.

There's an alien in his quilt, an alien who rolls in the sun, catches a cold and has a fever, and this alien has just slammed himself into the mattress.

Bruce was about to be laughed out of anger, could this world be any more unreasonable?He angrily grabbed the little curly hair, stuffed it into the quilt as if venting his anger, and grabbed the shirt next to the bed naked.

The scene changed suddenly.

This time it was on the farm, and Bruce was standing in the middle of the barn, a tiny floral blanket about two people's width across the prickly grain piles, and then he heard the sound of hay being chewed.

A black and white cow with curled eyelashes and big eyes poked its head out of the door with great interest.

well.

He looked out the window calmly.

A perfect body smeared with olive oil also appeared at the window, the tractor hummed, and then, the man seemed to make a squatting motion, and a pile of corn was carried on his broad shoulders——

Oh, and he's also wearing black leather.

Bruce reacted abruptly, and put on the pain mask directly. It's over, the worst person turned out to be himself——

He could no longer convince himself to throw the blame to the mastermind behind the scenes, after all, he was happy to see these scenes.

He opened his eyes suddenly, but crashed directly into a frozen blue lake, he swallowed with difficulty, the person who was wearing black leather just now was wrapped in a suddenly sexy plaid shirt, kneeling on the ground with his left knee, expressionless Geode looked at him.

Bruce's eyes flickered slightly.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

"Hello, car."

The truck braked suddenly.Then there was the sound of bullets crashing and splashing again. It was lively for a long time, and finally calmed down.

"Although I know you guys used to have a lot of fun!" An exasperated and inexplicable voice sounded through the car door: "It's okay, your minds don't need to be so synchronized, if you get each other into the mattress, you can save the world—"

"Grass." The other party said to himself: "Maybe it's really possible."

He adjusted the direction of the bazooka, pointed it at Bruce's face, and pulled the trigger decisively.