Clark has something to say

Carl spent countless days and nights looking at Batman's file.

Bruce Wayne's life is so short that a Kryptonian's super brain can scan it in less than a second.

But the god in the world is like the most ordinary human being, slowly looking through.

He thought that after so long, he had long forgotten those past events, but when the man with black hair and blue eyes reappeared in front of him, Karl discovered that those memories were like glistening shells, although buried in the sand, As long as you pick it out and wipe it, it will light up again.

After he finished reading, he nestled in the corner of the bat cave and stared blankly for a long time.

Then he fell asleep.

In the dream, he and Diana were carrying packed fast food, Diana stood in front of the Batmobile, and he slipped the Dark Knight out of the driver's seat and put it on the gargoyle.

He watched Bruce refuse while reaching for the leather bag uncontrollably.

When he took out a cup of hot milk, his body froze, and he stuffed it into his hand as if nothing had happened, and wanted to get another drink.

The little reporter took out the straw and plugged it in, then stuffed it back in. The bad-tempered big bat took it unhappily, took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Clark rolled his eyes, thinking that the double serving of sugar packets was really the right thing to do.

Batman suddenly jumped off the gargoyle, and he stretched out his hand to pull——

Carl shivered and woke up suddenly, but his consciousness was still in a dream. Everything in front of him was so familiar, he turned his face subconsciously: "Bruce?"

He was a little aggrieved for no reason, but when he saw the empty swivel chair, he felt pain belatedly.

Carl covered his face, paused for a while, and continued to look through the memory backup.

He saw how persistently Bruce tried to pull him out of the quagmire, and also saw how much Bruce was attacked because of his defense.

The young-faced soldier, after winning the war, tore off his armband and threw it on the Dark Knight: "If you don't kill him, you will regret it sooner or later."

Bruce waited for the figure to leave, picked up the armband, and put it in the box.

The box is getting full again.

Then, Carl found a bunch of treatment reports in Jason's memory backup.

After reading it, he felt that his whole body was burning with pain. He tried to use those treatment reports to piece together a complete person, but he couldn't think of anything.

... How did such a broken body fight against him for so long?

How could he be willing to break that spine?Carl closed his eyes gently. He remembered that when Bruce fell to the ground, his lips turned pale in an instant, and those blue eyes were staring at him, but he threw him back on the floor.

His lover tried to stand up, fingers hard, digging into the hard metal floor.

What did he say?

"Stop trying to stand up, you broke two lumbar vertebrae, I'm surprised you're still conscious."

He added: "I treat you differently from other Gotham monsters, accept the kindness."

The injured man gritted his teeth, stretched his arms, and slowly propped up his body.

Karl bent his knees, trying to keep the heat from passing away so quickly, but at that moment, Karl-El had a grim face, his eyes fell into the glass, and he looked at Bruce like he was looking at a wooden box that was an eyesore.

So he walked over: "Give me—"

The spotless red boots of the god on earth stepped on the injured human back mercilessly: "Get down."

Bruce suppressed the pain in his voice, overflowing from clenched teeth uncontrollably.

Carl thought of the last time they met, when Bruce left Red Sun's cell, the panic for no reason had actually foreshadowed something at that time.

He should have known that no matter how badly injured he was, Bruce could walk with dignity and grace, even if he walked slowly, and that time, when he walked out of the cell, he couldn't straighten his back.

He should have realized earlier that it was the end.

Before Bruce died, he told Jason that they had bid farewell, so Jason believed it. According to Red Hood's understanding, the farewell must be an ending without regrets.

But how could that be called a farewell?

Until the end, they were still arguing, and Carl could still recall Bruce's appearance. The man was wearing a rough T-shirt and trousers, his black hair was drooping softly, and he looked so tired that he would collapse in a second.

Bruce tried to gossip like he used to, choking on himself over and over again, still wanting to say something, but then too full of anger to listen.

He said, you can go.

So Bruce sighed, looked at him with deep sea-like blue eyes, his lips moved silently, and fell silent again, with a look of loss that he didn't realize.

Karl noticed it, but didn't want to ignore it.

When Bruce left his last words, he thought that the other party was trying to figure out some tricks. He was as stubborn as a closed clamshell, and hatred and anger flooded his brain.

He said again, you can go.

He didn't know if Bruce still had regrets before his death, for the sentences that he couldn't say, for the love they mistakenly thought was withered.

So he called up Bruce's memory, pinched a figure with AI, and asked with a trembling voice, "What did you want to say at that time?"

AI looked at him and said inexplicably, "Clark, I don't understand what you mean."

Only then did Carl know that this memory was accurate to every little thing, except for the meeting that Bruce called farewell.

He'll never know the answer.

**

Kryptonians under the yellow sun really live a long time.

Carl spent many years in the Batcave, then, with a little effort, carefully moved the Batcave to his Fortress of Solitude.

Afterwards, he used Kryptonian technology to simulate a corn field in the Fortress of Solitude. He planted corn all day long. After harvesting, he wiped his hands on the apron and sat quietly at the door.

He is no longer open to super hearing.

Human beings no longer need superman or superheroes, those distant names have become vague legends.

One day, Diana also came to him to say goodbye, saying, Carl, I will be like my father and never come back.

The Amazonian princess gave him a soft hug without asking if he wanted to go with her.

Then, he stuffed a small storage disk into his hand: "Put my memory with them."

He took it calmly and smiled slightly: "Goodbye, Diana."

After Diana left, after many years, he flew into the clouds again, wanting to take a last look at the planet, and then take the Fortress of Solitude to wander in the universe.

When he fell back to the ground, he was slightly taken aback.

An old-fashioned police booth fell on the deserted ice field, looking out of place. A young man poked his head out of the police booth: "Uh, hi, I think you are..."

He looked at his notebook: "Clark Kent?"

Carl didn't react for a moment.

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time someone called him Clark.

The man stretched out his hand: "You can call me Doctor."

Carl nodded: "Hello, do you need my help?"

Doctor: "...Wow, I thought the TARDIS records were fake, you really help everyone who asks you for help?"

The man walked out of the police booth in a daze, took out his old camera, took a picture of the Fortress of Solitude, and then took a picture of Carl, and after a while, his face fell down: "Okay, Superman, to be honest, I need Your help."

Doctor: "This timeline is beyond salvation—"

He deliberately paused, and waited until Karl cast him a probing gaze before standing upright: "Would you like to turn back time?"

Carl's breath stopped suddenly.

Back in time.

He was quiet for a long time, and whispered: "...Is it possible?"

The doctor's mood was a bit complicated: "Aren't you worried that I'm a liar?"

Carl raised the corners of his lips and bent his eyes: "I have nothing left."

The man scratched his head, and whispered distractedly: "Damn, you are Superman, no, what a terrible time this is, Superman has become like this—"

He rubbed his face, and wrapped his jacket tightly again: "I know a method, I saw it when the Tardis tore apart time and space, there was a superman in three primary colors flying around the planet , sounds quite unscientific."

"—when he travels faster than light, time turns back."

Carl clenched his fingers: "I see."

Doctor: "But you have to think about it, that Superman was just reversed for a little while, as far as I know..."

You are not as powerful as him, the doctor thought, but he knew that even if the hope of this desperate god in front of him was as slim as a spider's thread, he would choose to grab it.

Doctor: "Okay, that's what I'm saying. Think about it, there can only be one person at a time."

As if he couldn't bear the pressure, he hurried back to the police booth, and disappeared in a flash.

Carl raised his face, stepped hard, and a bright red shadow suddenly rushed towards the sun!

He was floating in the star's core, slowly clenched his fists, enduring the terrifyingly high temperature.

With power filling the whole body, the faded memories gradually came alive.

He wanted to go back in time to that golden age.

He thought, I screwed up everything, you should be better than me, after that, let you judge me.

He took out all the memory backups from the Fortress of Solitude and put them away properly. When the right time came, Kryptonian technology would naturally guide these memories to locate their owners.

——The long river of time solidified for the first time, and then flowed backwards rapidly.

Karl couldn't remember how long he lasted, he only knew that he was getting colder and colder, and the light and heat he absorbed from the star that gave him eternal life seemed to be disappearing.

He gritted his teeth and persisted with all his might.

The Man of Steel was consumed little by little, and Karl's skin gradually cracked, bleeding out.

He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the beautiful planet in front of him.

——Even at night, the streets of the metropolis are full of bustling pedestrians, Gotham is shrouded in thick fog, the corners of the seaside city are glowing with green lights, and in the central city, a bunch of red shadows are passing by quickly.

Carl's body loosened and he fell uncontrollably.

He tried his best to do some cushioning, but still knocked over some brackets outside the building, and finally fell into the dirty puddle. He vaguely heard someone walking towards him.

"...Clark?"

Carl staggered to his feet, his eyes closed, and the memory backup gurgled out, but he didn't notice it at all.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the man.

Warm, as if embracing the sun.

He exhaled his last breath and disappeared into this universe.