Clark has something to say

Bruce was vaguely annoyed.

Any ordinary person, being taken care of by the two most powerful people in the world in this way, no matter what attitude they have towards Superman and Wonder Woman, they can't sit still, and the leader of the rebel army should say something.

But he just felt terribly tired.

The unjust war has been fought for many years, until he basically lost everything he could lose, including Dick and Ah Fu. Even the two people in front of him can be counted as lost.

A swollen bitterness gradually filled his chest. When facing Diana and Clark, the vigilant nerves would unknowingly relax, even though the Batman hidden in his body was growling, warning him to stay awake point.

The food he ate began to digest, the blood allocated to the brain decreased, and the late sleepiness rushed to every part of his body like a flood. Bruce squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the tingling pain behind him.

The sting was so insignificant.

Diana's hands were very light, and they were very close, so close that he could feel the Amazon's breath gently falling on the back of his neck.

He slowly closed his eyes.

After his vision was blocked, his other senses became more sensitive. Among the lingering smell of blood, he could still find the smell of sea water in Paradise Island.

And after basking in the sun for a long time, it smells warm.

Surrounded by familiar smells, the body does not need to be wrapped in heavy Kevlar armor.

The top of the Hall of Justice was another piece of transparent glass. He slightly raised his eyelids and saw the bright beam of light fall on the S logo on Clark's chest, and fine dust swirled and danced inside.

The bases of the Rebel Army are all built underground, and then wrapped in a thick layer of lead. After staying underground for a long time, Bruce sometimes turns the lights to warmer tones. Now that he sees the real sun, he realizes that he is still deceiving himself.

...he will see the sun rise again.

"He fell asleep."

Diana paused for a moment, half-wrapping Bruce's arms in a possessive position, carefully letting him rest against her chest.

There was a gentle smile hidden in Princess Amazon's voice. She tried her best to make the man in her arms as comfortable as possible, but most of Wonder Woman's uniforms were made of cold metal, perhaps because she felt the coolness , Bruce's eyelids moved.

He longed to open his eyes.

But as Clark said, he was so tired that he couldn't control his body at all. After a few seconds, his vision was blocked by thicker darkness.

Is night finally falling?In his vague consciousness, he seemed to see two familiar people smiling at him next to the gargoyle, and one of them was carrying a pile of junk food.

He completely lost consciousness.

The god on earth slowly moved the hand covering the man's eyes away, the movement was very light, and the contact was very gentle.

Then, he took off the sacred red cloak, laid the drowsy man on it more gently, and then slowly hugged him.

He pressed his fingers on the broken part of Bruce's spine. Through the thick fabric and warm skin, he could still feel the cold metal feeling of the bionic device. By Clark's standards, Bruce had lost too much weight, as if he was pushed to nowhere. Hiding has to consume its own animals, surviving on the last remaining strength.

He broke this spine once with his own hands.

Creatures called humans always amazed him. When this spine was broken by Bane for the first time, he thought Bruce would never stand up again. When he easily broke the bone, he had already foreseen that Batman would end up in this way. disappear.

But Bruce reappeared in a more indestructible posture. He listened to the heartbeat—smooth and firm, but already showing weakness and fatigue.

With the man's clean, soft black hair drooping over Clark's arms, Bruce looked peaceful and sound asleep, like the embrace of the enemy he burned himself for, the one who could end his poor life at any moment, was his last shelter.

His breathing was very light, and Bruce Wayne, who fell asleep, was stripped of the disguise he had worked so hard to put on himself, and weakly climbed up his face, his arms drooping heavily by his side.

Clark took his hand and tucked it into the red cloak.

Almost at the moment when he felt the weight, Clark felt an indescribable satisfaction. The soul that had been missing was blocked by something light and unreal.

Clark savored the emotion calmly, its remoteness and its unnoticeable pain.

Thinking about it, the god of the world's icy lake-like eyes actually cracked a fine line.

—he looked forward to the days to come.

When Bruce woke up, he was still a little sluggish. He maintained a lying position, staring at the transparent ceiling motionless.

The stagnant brain is anxiously dealing with the things that have not been ticked on the schedule.

...The security system in T49 needs to be updated. I don't know if the progress of Harley Quinn is going well. Jason can't stay with her, and he needs to talk to Tim about Connor when he has time.

"woke up?"

Thinking stopped abruptly.

This sleep really made him sleepy. He deduced that the time was not there, but the feeling of dizziness and dizziness was basically sure that he had slept for a long time, so that he fell into the sequelae of revenge sleep.

Bruce sat up: "Clark."

He saw the syringe in the opponent's hand and the cloudy liquid inside at a glance, his body froze involuntarily, and his eyes moved to the face of the god on earth.

Superman must have heard his changing heartbeat, but he didn't react to it, just looked at him calmly.

Calm and undeniable.

Bruce took a deep breath and tried to relax his body, but the tense jaw still revealed his emotions: "What is this?"

Clark said lightly: "The improved repair solution of Fortress of Solitude."

As long as Bruce slept, he stood aside and watched.

Every once in a while, Bruce frowns unconsciously in pain, and he needs to make sure he doesn't pull on the wound when the other moves around.

Clark knew that following what Diana had said before, giving Bruce two shots of antibiotics was the best course of action—just make sure the wound on his body didn't become inflamed from lack of treatment.

Batman is always Batman, and even when the Dark Knight is in the enemy camp, they can't take it lightly.

But he has x-sight, and those horrific wounds will always appear in his field of vision. In the end, he checked the opponent's body thoroughly.

After the inspection, he went to the Fortress of Solitude to get a repair fluid.

Although it is not as fast as Stark's Extremis virus, it also has advantages-Stark can control the Extremis virus user, but the repair liquid only has a repairing effect, and there are no traps.

Bruce: "...for me?"

To be honest, he didn't want to inject some crap into his body, especially something Clark gave him, but he knew he had no other choice right now.

Clark naturally knew what Bruce was worried about, and his face suddenly turned cold.

Bruce tried to refuse: "I don't need it, the bionic device may have a rejection reaction..."

His explanation was interrupted mid-sentence.

Clark: "Do you want to die?"

Bruce: "..."

It sounded like a threat at first glance, but Clark was telling the truth, he needed treatment—treatment far beyond the usual means.

He has swallowed too many super soldier capsules, and as a price for gaining power, his lifespan has been squeezed with high intensity.

Bruce thought for a while, and answered objectively: "I can't die yet."

He's pretty sure he'll survive until the time the Injustice is overthrown.

Then, he sensitively sensed the pressure in the air.

... Kryptonians are too difficult to serve.

While complaining in his heart, Bruce cheered up again, and began to smooth his hair according to his previous understanding of Clark: "My body does have a little problem."

He twisted his leg, the joint swollen with blood.

"I need your..." Halfway through, Bruce realizes belatedly that he should look submissive.

He pursed his lips, and changed his expression in time: "Can you help me take a breath of frozen breath?"

No response from Clark - Superman must be deaf, Bruce thought.

He waited for a while, but he didn't get anything, so he lowered his head and pulled the quilt, trying to cover his injured leg, but when he moved, Clark, who was playing the plaster statue, also moved.

His ankles were held intently by the god on earth, and his trouser legs were rolled up in circles. As a top rich man who was used to being served in the past, Bruce accepted the care of the Supreme Head of State quite naturally.

There was a chill in his knees, which made his mind clearer.

"Thank you." Bruce was silent for a while and said, "I think there are still many things waiting for you to do. If possible, I would like to sleep again."

He needs to test Clark's tolerance for himself, and then test Superman's tolerance for Batman. According to the current situation... it may be smoother than he imagined.

If Clarke was willing to let him take care of himself, he might be able to make a further request—expanding his activities so he could reach out to the rest of the Injustice.

Clark ignored him and lowered his head: "It is meaningful to us that you are alive. This repair fluid can improve the exhausted organs in your body. As for the corresponding consideration."

He paused under Bruce's gaze, and continued, "Take off your bionic device."

Bruce's face suddenly changed.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and the friendly atmosphere that was barely maintained before was suddenly broken: "No."

The hand under the quilt is getting tighter and tighter. The reason why he can move normally is entirely because of the bionic device. Without this thing, he would have to lie on the bed like a disabled person, unable to move his fingers.

Two pairs of equally cold blue eyes faced each other.

Bruce could find some decent reason why the Injustice needed a fully animated Batman—

It's too pale.

In front of absolute power, he was almost helpless.

Obviously, Clark didn't intend to give Bruce the right to refuse, he held Bruce's shoulders, exerted a little force, and the body under his palm leaned forward uncontrollably.

With a flicker of blue eyes, he easily found the tiny master control line. The finger of the god of the world first pressed Bruce's back neck, and then slid all the way down.

Bruce's pupils shrank suddenly.

With warm fingers, he pressed the severed spine precisely, and the hot gaze was stored in his eyes, ready to perform a micro-operation at any time.

"Did I frighten you?"

Bruce raised his face, blue eyes full of sarcasm, and said the name that belonged to humans coldly.

"—Clark?"