Clark has something to say

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Clark tugged at the quilt roll again, but still got no response, he slowly withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and stopped moving.

The god in the world in uniform, lying upright in a tiny space just enough to accommodate him, looked a little pitiful.

After the establishment of the Injustice League, the former companions, I don't know when, little by little, they began to respect and fear the Supreme Head of State.

At first Clark was not used to it, he used to go to chat with Hal, go to Barry with the hot dog he just bought, or ask Billy what is not suitable for him.

When Clark catches their averted gaze, he fully understands.

Except for Diana, the Goddess of War never seemed to be bothered by these things. Once he asked, Diana was very confused: "This is a necessary change, Carl."

He was speechless immediately.

He felt that he still couldn't adapt to Diana's perspective, the kind of perspective that was detached from human beings and superior. He still remembered the sweet smell when Smallville harvested corn, and he also remembered the joy of winning the Pulitzer for the first time.

So much so that now, Bruce is the only one who can treat him like in the past.

After a while, he heard soft rustling voices coming from his side. Clark turned his face to the side with a calm expression. He is too tired now, and his super brain seems to be rusted.

Bruce couldn't bear it: "You really..."

Then, the duvet, which was still warm, covered his face tightly. Clark looked over with a little hesitation, and belatedly realized that Bruce gave him half of the bed.

Clark didn't make a sound, turned over and lay on his side.

He knew that he should be careful now if Batman had set up another trap, but there was a very faint voice in his heart urging him not to think so much.

Out of some thoughts that he didn't know clearly, Clark suddenly wanted to ask Bruce what he was thinking, and he blinked sluggishly: "Bruce?"

He tried to find answers in Bruce that he couldn't get from Diana.

Clark Kent was born in a small town in Kansas, that town seemed to be the same hundreds of years ago, nothing has changed, unlike the metropolis——

Metropolis no longer exists.

Clark found that he could calmly recall the fact that Metropolis had been wiped off the map. At first, his heart ached like it was tearing apart, but now his chest was nothing but numbness.

A soft hand covered his eyes, and his body temperature wasn't too high, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable either.

He took Bruce's wrist and tugged it down, but he didn't let go, he held it weakly in his hand, Bruce didn't resist his approach, in fact, the dark knight looked rather absent-minded.

"how did you do it?"

Bruce recovered and raised an eyebrow: "What are you referring to?"

Does it mean that he, as a human being, has to fight against a group of gods?Does it mean that he can still live as a human being after being locked up here?

He has a lot of subtle and mean metaphors to say now, but seeing the Kryptonian rescue dog as if his head was drenched in a basin of cold water, he still didn't say it.

Clark lowered his voice: "About those changes."

Clark was never used to changes, but he was always forced to accept changes. The first time was the awakening of abilities in childhood, and the people he was used to suddenly turned into skeletons. The second time was the nuclear explosion of the metropolis. Once, there was nothing he could do.

Clark stared at the resolute blue pupils of the human beings, and spoke very cryptically, feeling vaguely afraid in his heart, he was afraid that the other party would be like Diana.

But Bruce gets it right away, and he sighs, feeling a little dizzy.

The Dark Knight has never been good at instructing others. What Batman is good at is to directly see through the fear in the enemy's heart, and then use words and words to make the opponent fear.

But this is Clark.

He never wanted Clark to be scared, he just wanted Clark back.

Maybe now is a good opportunity, he stared at the focused blue eyes of the god on earth, and the cold and hard shell gradually collapsed: "Because I'm just an ordinary person."

Clark opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to defend himself, how could Batman be an ordinary person?

Bruce stopped what he was about to blurt out in time: "Clark, you can't deny that I'm different from you, ordinary people don't have so many choices."

"I know the limitations of being a human being. I haven't won since I was eight. I can't do anything to the people who killed my parents. I can't do anything to the clown who killed Jason. Gotham sucks. I can't pull it off. hold her."

Batman does not have superman's terrifying power, he is just a body of flesh and blood, he is too familiar with the feeling of crawling up from the sewage with his painful body after being knocked down.

Superman is terrified by the Joker, but he can use his powers to stuff the earth into a bottle and build it like a potted plant, and Batman can do nothing but break the bones of a few villains on the street, or drown the brain with alcohol— —He finally had to overcome his fear on his own.

Clark: "—In that case, you should join us."

He didn't know how he annoyed Bruce in an instant, his arm was grabbed hard, and the other party paused: "I joined you."

Bruce: "Clark, you invited me to form the Justice League, and I agreed, and I believed your nonsense about making the world a better place, and I put as much trust in you as possible—"

As he talked, he felt that he had nothing to say.

People who have seen the Son of Tomorrow will unconsciously crowd around him, and Bruce sometimes thinks of Clark who invited him to form the Justice League.

The alien in the uniform of the three primary colors, with his smile like a clear sky, fell from the sky: "Batman, I have an alliance, and I want you to join us."

Justice League.

Stupid name.

But he still nodded in a strange way. Later, the scale of the alliance became larger and larger. While suppressing the darkness of Gotham's sludge, he had to devote all his energy to running the Justice League.

What Bruce really owns is actually very little. He has already given everything he can give. Unless he is helpless, he never lets other superheroes set foot in Gotham. Malice can corrupt superheroes who haven't ventured into the dark side.

Harvey Dent is the prime example.

But Clark still didn't let him go: "But why did you bury the virus in the steel bone program? Bruce, you made a plan for everyone to target their weaknesses."

Bruce didn't want to refute anymore, he said flatly, "I destroyed all the kryptonite."

In the final stage of the Justice League, everything was moving in a good direction. At that time, he already felt that the alliance was no longer suitable for him, but the veterans of the Justice League did not agree with him to withdraw.

In order to adapt to this alliance and to show his position, he destroyed his kryptonite library in front of everyone.

At that time, the only alien stone left was the one that Clark ground into a ring.

He alone can't get it out at all.

This is also the real reason why the rebels have never been able to gain the upper hand in the future. They had to take the risk of being discovered by the gods of the world, and searched for kryptonite all over the world. In the end, Bruce had to use existing samples to create less effective artificial synthetics. Taste.

Clark said calmly: "It doesn't mean anything, if you trust us, you will join us."

Bruce lowered his eyelashes, only feeling that the last trace of heat in his heart was about to be dissipated.

Extremely disappointed, but no extra thoughts.

Bruce has to admit in frustration that he really can't drag the erstwhile little reporter out of his uniform, even though he's within reach.

Clark: "What else do you want to say?"

He didn't know what he wanted to hear, but he was indeed waiting for an answer. Talking to Bruce couldn't untangle his heart, but it could make him feel better.

Clark: "You know how many mistakes we can avoid if you choose the right path."

Bruce was already tired, but now he felt pain in his eyeballs. There seemed to be a big hole in his heart, and all the emotions that could have plunged him into the abyss were leaked out. Staring at the face that was exactly the same as in memory, he thought, he should Say goodbye to the past.

——Clark's blue eyes suddenly set off some fluctuations.

He gets a kiss.