Clark has something to say

Dick suddenly covered his head, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Memories with strong emotions were stuffed into his brain involuntarily, his eyes were half-opened, and the blue eyes were full of pain--death is not a pleasant thing, but while he was alive, he experienced it thoroughly. the whole process of death.

He couldn't help curling up his body, twitching nervously, the air rushed into his lungs, but he still felt suffocated, and his eyes were full of darkness with shining spots.

In the chaos, he heard someone calling his name.

"...I'll take you to the treatment cabin in the Fortress of Solitude right away, can you still hear me?"

In a coma, he grabbed something and clutched it like a life-saving straw: "Don't, don't go anywhere——"

Clark was terribly anxious, he didn't know what was going on, he was fine just now, he wanted to be tougher, but Dick's action of grabbing his cloak was so helpless, his beautiful fingers turned white, he just Neng lowered his body: "I'm right here."

He thought, wait ten more seconds at most, the robin must be treated anyway, at this moment, Dick closed his eyes and said tremblingly, "...Clark?"

Clark held the hand of the big blue bird that was clenching the cloak: "What's wrong with you? What can I do for you—"

He keenly noticed that Dick was still dazed when he opened his eyes again. His gaze swept over him, but he shivered unconsciously, and his body muscles tensed up instantly.

Conditioned reflex under excessive fright.

Clark quickly looked behind him.

Nobody.

He turned his head, looked around, and suddenly realized that he was the one Dick was afraid of.

The little reporter paused, lowered his eyes, and quietly stepped back a little, but he felt worried, so he kept a certain distance and watched eagerly.

Dick recovered from his stupor, covered his face, and rubbed his fingers again: "Sorry, Clark, you don't have to do this, it's my problem."

Clark only felt that Dick had matured countless times in an instant.

It's not that he was naive before, but that kind of psychological level-the exhaustion caused by countless hardships, Clark was silent for a while, and he reluctantly bent his eyes: "Oh, oh...that's good. "

He thought that if he was with Dick, it would make him uncomfortable, so he should give Dick enough personal space, and ask what happened when the big blue bird was in a better mood.

"...I'll ask Ah Fu to clean up a guest room for me, Dick, if something goes wrong, even if you can't tell Bruce, you can still tell me, it's very easy to find me, just call me."

Dick couldn't take it any longer.

He rolled over from the bed, his feet were still a little soft, but he still rushed over in a staggered way, hugged the body that was as warm as the sun, and said in a muffled voice, "Clark."

The little reporter opened his arms, not daring to tighten them at all, and stammered: "I, I'm right here."

He was stunned. Although Nightwing didn't refuse physical contact like the rest of the Bat-family, the last time Dick rushed to hug him like this was a little Robin whose height only reached his waist.

He was a little taller than Dick, and with the height of the big blue bird, he could just bury his face in his shoulders. Clark lowered his head carefully, and when he turned his face to the side, the soft black hair tickled the nape of his neck.

Dick said in a low voice, "—I'm sorry, Clark."

Just now, he has gone through his short but long life.

The maddening regret and pain was over, the aftertaste was still in him, Diana fell into an eternal sleep because of that Grayson, Carl was locked in the red sun cell, and Bruce, he watched his mentor, his father stop. heartbeat.

The immersive experience made it impossible for him to convince himself that it was just a mental breakdown.

That translucent self wanted to go to see Karl in the cell every day, but was afraid of Karl's cold eyes, stayed in the dark corridor countless times, and then dragged away.

Clark could hear the heavy heartbreak and burden in Dick's voice. Just listening to it, his heart couldn't help but tighten into a ball, tight and full of astringency.

When had he known Dick for so many years, watched him go from a fluffy birdie ball to a Patronus of Brudhaven, when had he ever seen Dick so sad?

Even if Jason was adopted and took away the title of Robin, and Dick was kicked out of the house by Bruce, the big blue bird just ran to his apartment in anger, dragged his luggage for a week, and then recovered.

Clark: "...Hey, hey, Dick, what's going on?"

He deliberately made his voice soft and soft: "It may be some new type of drug... It's okay, let me take a look—"

Still resting his head on Clark's shoulder, Dick shook his head slowly.

He was a little afraid of what he was about to face, but felt that Clark was gradually softening his skin, and moved his palm to his back, patting him lightly.

In an instant, he was defeated.

Clark paused, because the young man in his arms suddenly trembled, the trembling was very weak, but it was not controlled by the owner of the body.

It's like the feathers are wet, and it's hard to find a bird ball in a warm nest, and it's like a traveler who has traveled a long distance and finally sees a little light at the door of the house.

The blue eyes of the god on earth were gentle and helpless, he thought, when Dick returned to normal, he would probably suffocate in embarrassment, and he might not want to see him for weeks, and then he would go to stay in front of the police station in Bludhaven again.

…Hope his apple pie works, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to go back to Smallville and ask Martha to bake one.

While thinking about it, he also raised the temperature a little bit.

But Dick didn't slip away in embarrassment as he had imagined. After the big blue bird finally let go of him, the sockets of his eyes were red, but the blue eyes were still clean.

Clark: "—what the hell is going on?"

...did I make you feel bad?

Dick licked his parched lips.

Having seen the god on earth with cold blue eyes and no emotions, and seeing the gentle and considerate Clark in front of him, he felt that he was very cold.

He wasn't afraid of the Supreme Head of State, but he was genuinely afraid that Clark would become like that.

Self-blame and guilt filled his heart, and the big blue bird sat on the bed, drooping his head, his beautiful blue eyes were all gone: "I'm sorry, Clark, I can't tell you."

Clark squatted down awkwardly, looked up at him: "...Oh, then what can I do for you?"

Dick clenched his fingers again, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He didn't want to say anything at first, it's definitely God's favor to get this kind of memory, and when he cuts off the fuse, Clark will always be a happy meringue, but the son of the sun is so gentle, so gentle that he Can't help but want to talk about something.

Dick whispered: "...if, I mean if."

Clark put a blanket on him, wrapped the big blue bird into a ball, and responded, "Oh."

Dick: "Under what circumstances would you want to kill me?"

Clark raised an eyebrow.

This is so wrong.

All right, why would Dick ask such a question, Bruce's mood has been stable and normal these days, so why on earth——

"Uh... When you were nine years old, you would clear up my computer and make me finish chasing the news for more than half a year?" Clark said with a smile, and wanted to stand up.

Dick suddenly became anxious.

There was still confusion on his face, but he held Clark's shoulders with both hands, and his eyes still did not dare to fall on Clark, and said anxiously: "I'm not joking with you! There will always be things that make you hate me , when the time comes, you will definitely want to make me disappear forever—"

"--never."

Dick flinched slightly.

Clark cut him off without waiting for him to finish, "Never, Dick, I swear to you with everything I have, never."

Dick fell silent.

He wanted to say that you didn't know what the situation was. He took advantage of Clark's trust in him, and then took away the last person around him who supported him unconditionally. Obviously Clark had always been good to him, but he helped Bruce He was locked in the Red Sun cell.

Dick: "...why?"

Clark sighed and smiled a little embarrassedly: "If I have to give some reason, because you are Dick Grayson? In fact, I am grateful that you are always by my side..."

Yes, Dick thought.

Clark is naturally insulated from all negative emotions. He would never hate someone. It would be blasphemy for such emotions to appear on the best people in the world, but he still persisted: "If I say, I... I hurt I'll leave you, I'll make you bleed and hurt, I'll make you lose your freedom, and you can only stay in a small room less than ten square meters for the rest of your life—"

Clark's eyes widened.

Dick adjusted his tone: "Yes, if I do these things."

"……Wow."

Clark's fingers touched his chin slowly, and he sighed meaninglessly. Then, those pure blue eyes were blanked for a moment, showing that the master was thinking seriously.

"...I'm sorry," he said.

Now it was Dick's turn to open his eyes, and he said incredulously and at a loss: "Clark, do you hear what I'm saying?"

"Of course." He heard Clark say this, and then the big blue man's shoulders were slightly bent, as if he was under some heavy pressure.

"I'm sorry for making you make this choice." The Son of Tomorrow's voice was obviously overdone with guilt, and he took a deep breath: "If you really do this, I will only feel sad, no, no, no Because you might hurt me."

He replied seriously: "...I shouldn't have let you suffer this."

Dick was stunned and didn't recover for a long time.

Clark has been squatting and waiting for him to organize his words. He is sure that he is not a good speaker, but he should be a qualified confidant. He thinks seriously about what he has done in the past few months to make a dog like Dick Even though Dick is more likely to be involved in unknown incidents, he still has to reflect on himself——

"Don't." Dick's voice was low and light, as if he couldn't bear the burden: "Clark, don't do this."

The big blue bird was devastated, and apologized again: "I'm sorry."

Clark carefully weighed the weight of this apology.

Too heavy, he realizes that something must have happened to Dick that made Dick feel self-loathing.

He weighed it. "...if you're apologizing to me for that assumption, then I fully accept it, anytime."