Clark has something to say

Damian went back to the room and closed the door.

A few words with Clark gave him a rare mood swing, but when he changed out of Nightwing's uniform and stood next to the closet and changed into a turtleneck sweater, the mood completely disappeared. .

The green-eyed young man walked to the table, finished his daily work, casually found a few energy bars to deal with his tight stomach, and habitually turned on the virtual training device. Unbeknownst to him, there was a blue bird quietly Crouching behind him, her beautiful blue eyes stared at him without blinking.

Dick came out of Bruce, hurried for a walk in the Hall of Justice, and found this place directly.

The ghost has no entity and will not disturb anyone. He originally wanted to talk to Damian directly, but when he saw him training, he thought not to disturb him and wait until he finished training.

Looking at it, Dick realized something was wrong.

Damian's current fighting style can only remind Dick of the shadow of the League of Assassins, ghostly and secretive, with a strong purpose, where the light of the knife touches, the enemy falls like a potted plant blown down by the wind.

It is very powerful, but there is no shadow of Batman training. The fighting style of the Dark Knight is easy to distinguish, and the strikes generally do not move towards the deadly parts.

Dick: "..."

He thought to himself that all the hard work he had spent on the little boy was in vain. Damian's appearance and physique had changed too much now. During his unconscious time, Damian had grown from a kid who was much shorter than him , grow into a handsome tall man.

And he is not like Jason, although he is handsome, he always has a very harmonious tone. The current appearance of Damian is a young version of Bruce with dick aesthetics.

It shouldn't.

The big blue bird patted his head sadly, trying to wake himself up.

Damian finished a set of training, and with a soft sound, he returned to the sheath neatly. His physique is excellent. After the intense exercise, not even a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was cold, just like the ice-cold gym next to the League of Assassins. snow peak.

Dick felt that it was almost done, and showed his figure secretly: "Damian?"

As a result, Damian didn't even turn his head, he went to the study and began to organize the books on the shelf.

Dick yelled twice more, but it was still regarded as air.

Big Blue Bird: "..."

This is different from what he imagined, he even thought about how Damian would hug him and cry, when he finished comforting his younger brother, he would forgive Damian for taking away his Yeyi name——

Dick swayed around, circling Damian's eyes, thinking that he should be seen by now.

As a result, Damian glanced at him and looked away again.

Dick: "..."

Dumbfounded, dumbfounded now.

He followed Damian all the way to the desk, and was treated as a non-existent shadow the whole time. When Damian pulled away the chair and wanted to put the book on the desk, the big blue bird slapped the desk and turned sideways towards the desk. paralyzed.

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

Damian: "..."

Damian only felt that his madness was getting worse.

To be honest, it is not too much for these superheroes to have any mental problems, so when Damian saw Dick's shadow at first, he just felt that he should do some mental therapy.

But now, his hallucinations were lying on the table, plausibly asking him why he ignored himself?

"It's so stupid." Damian said to himself, stretched out his hand, like stroking a dog, and rubbed Dick's head with his palm hanging in the air.

Dick: "?"

There was something wrong with Dick's scum, dare to love him secretly entangled for a long time, and he was a little sad that this little brat Damian turned his face against others, good guy, so he was treated as some kind of imaginary friend or something?

He turned over and sat up: "Dami, I just talked to Bruce, and I have to make it clear to you that my death is not your fault."

Damian hummed perfunctorily and tried to rub his head again.

Dick leaned back abruptly, like a frightened cat: "I'm serious, no, you listen to me carefully, this is a big problem now, you make yourself so inhuman..."

Damian put away his hands, his expression slightly dazed.

Dick: "And then I need your help with a plan—lend me your body, and I'll steal a piece of kryptonite from the Supreme Head of State."

He said this was not to ask for Damian's consent, but to give an advance notice. After speaking, he slammed headfirst into Damian's body.

The big blue bird has a beautiful plan. After stealing the kryptonite, he can still manipulate Damian to hug Bruce.

According to Bruce, except for a few people with a particularly strong will, the dead man's ability to possess is basically useful to all creatures. He thought about the angry look of the little boy after he forbade Damian to raise an elephant in the Batcave, and decided Kicked Damian out of the particularly strong-willed ranks.

Stable.

...and was knocked out mercilessly again, with pain all over his body, and the big blue bird hissed and complained, "Everyone of you—uh, Damie?"

Damian's expression made him forget what he wanted to say.

It's not that he hasn't seen Damian angry. The most exaggerated time, he forcibly restrained Damian's feet and confiscated his Robin uniform.

Dick didn't want to replay the scene, it was an absolute nightmare, the little boy's green eyes were so flaming, he was sure Damian put him first on the eradication list.

"Really angry?"

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll let you drive the Batmobile once during the night patrol tonight, yes, the Robin Happy Car—"

Super coaxing.

But now, the adult man with a stern appearance looked at him blankly, and his dark green eyes cast shadows little by little as he spoke.

Dick stammered, "Well, I can explain."

Damian: "Explain?"

Dick's scalp went numb, he gestured vaguely, and quickly passed the answer he planned to deal with Bruce.

"……That's it."

Damian didn't respond, his eyes were lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Dick froze for a while, and his flustered mood was gradually suppressed, replaced by helplessness.

It would be appropriate for him to say something... Could this be the force majeure of genes?Obviously Damian and Bruce have been at odds for so many years, but in the end, Damian was able to make his personality as gloomy as Bruce's.

I don't learn anything well either.

He shook his legs hanging from the edge of the table, and sighed: "You've grown so big, are you taller than Bruce now? Damn it, has Tim grown so big too?"

Since he was a child, Dick hoped that he could become as dignified as Bruce. For this reason, he even did the stupid thing of pouring fresh milk in adolescence, but until his body was finalized, he was also a circle smaller than Bruce.

Then he pinned his hopes on Jason's height. Fortunately, Jason was at the bottom of the list. The 15-year-old Jason was just 1.4 meters tall. Dick wondered whether this kid would grow to 1.7 meters in his lifetime.

As a result, the second-generation Robin was killed by the clown before he could grow taller. When Jason came back to life, the red hood with wide shoulders and narrow waist covered his face with the macho breath of A bursting.

Dick: "..."

Now he feels the same confusion as at that time: "What growth hormone did you take? You shouldn't, I think you just ate that energy bar that only bat cows would eat, Damie, I think you should buy some oatmeal—"

Damian smiled lightly.

"I guess Drake is big too." Damian said slowly, "If you want to know, I'll take you to him."

**

Clark received the report from Raven, and for the first time felt that a thin piece of paper could be so heavy.

- Nothing.

Clark still didn't give up, he flew back to the Fortress of Solitude, let the Kryptonian AI scan the Hall of Justice, and then completely let go of his abilities, put aside those useless data, and searched carefully.

Got nothing.

He had to believe that this was really an accident, or one of the countless plots against the Alliance. Clark walked to the window of the Hall of Justice, and the yellow sun shone on him, but it didn't bring him the usual lightness.

The god on earth basked in the sun for a while, walked outside his room, and knocked on the door.

This is the first time he didn't push the door directly.

He was in a mess and didn't know how to tell Bruce the bad news. Faced with this kind of thing, the most powerful existence on Earth is just an ordinary person.

Clark raised his hand again, intending to knock twice before pushing the door in, but the door slid open before his knuckles touched it.

Bruce stood at the door, looking tired, and his eyes were a little red, which was caused by not sleeping for a long time.

Clark's lips moved slightly, and he spoke with difficulty: "Bruce, Dick's news is—"

Bruce didn't let him finish, and asked hoarsely, "How did we become like this?"

Clark: "..."

He wants to say that we have become like this, you still don't know?If you can recognize your mistakes and open your eyes to a world that is fragile and needs to be protected—

But he didn't say anything, his blue eyes drooped, and he said lightly, "You're too tired."

Bruce didn't refute, he turned his head sideways, looked at the bed that had been made soft by himself, walked past without saying a word, pulled the quilt away, and lay down on the pillow.

Clark looked at him, lowering his eyes again.

He also felt too tired. It is reasonable to say that a Kryptonian under the yellow sun would not feel this way, but he really felt the tiredness oozing from his bones.

He hasn't rested for a long time, that bed has always been a decoration, and the life assistant tacitly agrees that the god on earth doesn't need to rest, and now he wants to lie down, but there is no place for him.

Maybe he should go back to the Fortress of Solitude, or bask in the sun in the clouds.

Clark thought wildly.

Super hearing caught a very light sigh, and he looked along the source of the sound.

On the big soft bed, Bruce wrapped himself in a quilt roll, covering him from head to toe. After a while, a hand with many scars and a callus in the palm came out towards the door.

Bruce said in a muffled voice, "Come and rest."

Obviously his room, Clark thought.

But he walks by anyway, still in the Superman uniform, and Bruce leaves him a narrow gap, just big enough for one person.

When Clark was lying down, his sensitive senses noticed that the body that his arm accidentally touched froze for a moment.

He paused, and with very little effort, he tugged at the quilt roll.