Clark has something to say

"Is this the uniform you prepared for me?"

Bruce stared at the clothes rather delicately. He didn't expect to get another batsuit, but at least it should be called a uniform.

He stretched out his hand and touched it. The fabric was soft Kryptonian technology, but it was just made into ordinary T-shirts and trousers, without any place to put things.

While Diana seemed to want to help him, Bruce tensed his jaw slightly. In order to avoid the fate of being taken care of by Wonder Woman as a pet, he picked up the jacket and looked sideways at Clark.

"So, have you figured out where I will live?"

Bruce initially drew up a plan. If possible, he'd better be able to persuade Clark to give him a certain range of freedom-it doesn't need much, just being able to get in touch with the former Justice League companions is enough.

At the same time, he needs to use the materials at hand to make a simple DNA extraction tool.

As he thought about it, he slowly changed the dirty tights.

Clark's body froze for a moment.

After the lead uniform was removed, he was finally able to see through Bruce's body with x-sight, and the information he got made him want to put Bruce in the treatment chamber immediately.

But he can't do that.

So he could only stare at the Dark Knight taking off his clothes in a rather awkward posture. There was a penetrating wound under the man's ribs, and the dried blood stains had already glued the tights tightly to his body. When he pulled down, Bruce's movements There was a slight pause.

Clark looked away, and put his hand on Bruce's forearm: "Go take a shower first."

Bruce looked around, the Hall of Justice had changed a lot from the time he used it, the room next to the main control room was his old room, but he wasn't sure if going in now would poke the sensitive nerves of these two people again.

In addition, he didn't really want to talk to them now, so he nodded, walked in silently, and walked to the front door. The door lock was verified by fingerprints. Bruce rubbed his hands on his pants and was about to press it up.

Clark: "Go to my room."

Bruce didn't make a sound, turned a corner, took two steps to the left, and went to the next room. There was still a Superman sticker on the door that Dick had pressed on, and the edges began to curl.

He pressed hard, but the paper sticker had lost its stickiness, and he couldn't press it no matter how hard he tried.

Clark saw Bruce's small movements, and said indifferently, "Don't do unnecessary things."

Then, he saw the man calmly put down his hand, pushed the door open and walked in. When the automatic door closed, it made a small clicking sound. After a while, the shower in the bathroom was turned on, and the water flow was maximized.

Clark closed his eyes hard, trying to suppress the irritability in his heart.

Diana's footsteps gradually moved away. She walked to the room that belonged to Zhenglian's consultant and opened the lock with her fingerprint.

——It is not a door that must not be opened in the story of Bluebeard.

At least not to them.

Bruce's room was the most comfortable and spacious one in the Hall of Justice. As the owner of this building, Master Wayne, who is good at pleasure, unceremoniously copied the master bedroom of Wayne Manor.

Diana touched a coin from her body and stuffed it into the vending machine in the corner. The mechanical light turned on and an ice cream rolled out.

After thinking about it, she stuffed two more coins into it.

The shelf life of ice cream is still far away, and it looks like it was put in recently. No one else can do this kind of thing.

Barry Allen, aka The Flash.

The vending machine is not a recent addition, in fact, this clumsy old model is a little later than the Hall of Justice.

As a speedster, high-speed exercise consumes a lot of calories. Barry usually carries a Justice League-specific energy bar, but when he usually rests, he still prefers to eat high-calorie and high-sugar snacks that Bruce calls junk food.

Although Batman forbids too many daily necessities in the Hall of Justice, "You will use this place as a rest room." These are the original words of Bruce, but Clark secretly allocated a little from his war damage funds and bought one from the Metropolis. .

Where to put the vending machine is an important issue. Hal even came up with a bad idea, saying that Barry would vibrate through the wall at high speed and hide the vending machine in the wall. Batman has no see-through eyes, so he must not be able to find it.

They argued for a long time, and at this moment, the boom channel suddenly opened, and the dark knight seemed to have just beaten someone, and his body was full of blood.

Everyone was startled.

Bruce saw the vending machine, but didn't let Clark put it back. He seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said coldly, "It's up to you."

Diana's eyes lit up: "How about putting it in Bruce's room?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, Wonder Woman didn't mean to ask at all. The big black bat folded its arms, and although its face was so dark that it could be black, it didn't express any objection.

Once the bottom line is broken, it can never come back.

Clark installed yellow sun lamps above Batman's room, Diana placed the antique desk in the middle of the room, Dick and Victor connected the game console to the bat computer to duel, and as for Hal, he forced a bed in.

By the end, Bruce's belongings were wretchedly huddled together.

Now, although these things have not been used for a long time, they are still wiped clean without any dust.

Clark felt something cold on his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Diana, his brows and eyes softened a little.

Diana was always so determined. The princess of Paradise Island never wavered. Compared to herself, she was the real ruler. After thinking about it, he lost his mind and kept reverberating in his head.

"I should--"

Diana interrupted Clark: "Carl, we have plenty of time."

Kal-El, not Clark Kent.

The name seemed to separate him from the past.

The room of the Supreme Head of State was gently opened, Bruce stood at the door, his hair was still dripping, he hesitated: "Where is the hair dryer?"

The leader of the rebel army went to take a shower in the room of the Supreme Head of State of the Injustice Alliance. Naturally, he would not simply take a shower. Although he did not have Batman's equipment, Batman was still Batman.

After getting out of the sight of Clark and Diana, he subtly let go for a while before he began to find a way to save himself.

Of course it would be best if he could run out by himself, but the operation that was originally [-]% difficult suddenly rose to [-]% after losing the equipment. He squatted down, and with a little force on his fingers, he removed the outer panel of the switch.

There are a few parts that can be used to make electric shockers, which are definitely useless against existences like Kryptonians, but ordinary soldiers should be able to shock a few.

He quickly went through the entire room, quite quickly - the room of the god on earth is too empty, except for the device on the roof that can absorb sunlight, and a bed, there is nothing else.

At that time, he really shouldn't have planned such a big room for him.

Kryptonians should have lived in the storage room earlier, the Dark Knight thought harshly.

Bruce let out a breath slowly, sat on the bed generously and began to assemble, he didn't worry about surveillance and other issues at all, it was useless to worry, everything he did now was based on the connivance of Clark and Diana, if they I don't intend to condone, and I don't want to use this kind of thing as an excuse to blame him.

The yellow solar absorber above his head is the best energy device—but he can’t reach it. There is nothing to stand on tiptoe in the room of the God of Earth. look up.

He once again realized the difference between himself and this group of gods.

After taking a shower, Bruce tried to find a towel to dry his hair from the closet, but there was only the uniform of the God of Earth in the closet. As soon as his fingers touched the crimson cloak, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"If you don't have a hairdryer, a towel will do," Bruce added.

Drops of water soaked his T-shirt drop by drop, Clark walked forward, his blue eyes faintly reddened.

In the next second, a scarlet hot gaze suddenly shot out and landed on the dark knight's head.

Bruce: "..."

The wet hair rose into mist, without any burning sensation, only the warm heat wrapped around the whole head like a hair net.

I have to admit that at a certain moment, his heart stopped beating. He has been used to seeing the heat piercing his brain in the past few years, and he almost forgot that this thing can have other uses.

But before Clark hadn't developed his thermal vision to this extent, he only stayed at the point of heating milk and shaving his beard through mirror reflection. After thinking about it, he started to worry again.

... How many brains did you burn to master this skill?

He lowered his head, found another chair and sat down in a dull mood. After being soaked in hot water, his originally numb nerves became sharp again, and the sharp pain spread all the way up the spine.

An ice cream was smashed in front of his eyes.

The Kryptonian himself held an ice cream, took a bite out of it expressionlessly, brought another one over, and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Bruce: "..."

Princess Amazon found a small medicine box, pulled off the clothes on his back and began to apply the medicine. The cool spray fell on his back, causing another sting.

Bruce: "..."

This is not the same as what he thought, at least it is not comparable to the treatment of captives. The two gods floating in the clouds seem to suddenly start to care about the life and death of human beings——

He laughed dumbfounded, took a bite of the ice cream.

Since they wanted to act the same as in the past, what right did he have to not cooperate?