Clark has something to say

At Dick's insistence, Clark lay awkwardly on the bed.

The bed in Wayne Manor was wide and soft, but the little reporter lay in fear. He was really afraid that Dick would wake up in the middle of the night and grab his head.

He panicked: "Dick, Dick, if you feel better, I'll go first. By the way, Bruce also asked me to go for a physical examination."

Clark raised his arms and struggled, but he didn't dare to use too much force. With such a big body, he looked strangely at a loss now.

The big blue bird forced him into the quilt: "It's not short of time, in fact, I really want to talk about the matter between you and Bruce."

Clark stopped moving suddenly, and the little curly hair shyly twisted: "Okay, okay."

Dick opened the quilt logically, and Gulu got in, lying side by side, staring at the carvings on the ceiling, with countless words swirling in his throat, but he just couldn't speak.

If it was the past, he would definitely let Clark hit the straight ball directly. The Kryptonian’s dog eyes are a magical weapon that every cat can’t refuse, but after going through the baptism of the future, he feels that there is a big problem in it.

The one in question wasn't Clark, it was Bruce.

He is too closed to himself, closed to the point of refusing to communicate, any interpersonal communication is one-way, but the world's best partner, most of the time, is one-way communication.

He knew that was the way Bruce had been—hardened to a fortified wall by his ordeals, and if Dick hadn't been lucky enough to be a part of Batman's first years—then Bruce would have slouched and squinted his eyes and grinned lazily, and would have spent his nights during his nightmares. Staying by his bedside all night.

Desperation and collapse completely ruined that Batman. The dark days passed, and the dark knight picked up the broken self again - sticking together piece by piece.

The person who sticks together again is no longer the one in the past.

He became extreme and unscrupulous. In the dark future in his memory, Clark was obviously wrong, so wrong that he couldn't recover, but was Bruce right?Doesn't he have a better way to save the lost souls of the gods among men?

Dick thought for a long time, then said in a low voice: "...Clark, it's better for you to find someone else, just anyone."

Bruce took advantage of Clark's natural kindness to stab the God of God's weakness again and again, knowing that he had lost everything that mattered most, but he dragged him into the fantasy world in a more cruel way, weaving the most precious memories with memories. The cold prison cell, when the dream wakes up, everything will be fake.

The clown asked Clark to kill Martha and destroy the metropolis with his own hands, but Bruce didn't even give Clark a chance to buffer. When Clark was helpless, he directly gave Clark who was hurt and hurt a heavy blow.

He had Harley Quinn join the team.

The world's best mates never really understood each other.

Dick can guess Bruce's mind, everyone thinks that Batman is born without fear, but Dick knows that watching Clark take out the clown's heart will definitely make Bruce panic, and the panic reaches a critical point, so he made this Decide.

The Dark Knight has seen too far.

Thousands of people cheered for Superman killing the clown, but Bruce saw the bright sun falling suddenly from the sky. He was unwilling to accept the fact that the son of the sun fell into the abyss. As long as he could pull Clark out of the quagmire, he was willing to use all means. Use all the power.

Batman was used to being patient, used to being tortured, but he'd overlooked one thing.

Not everyone is like him.

When the self who became Deathwing saw Harley Quinn for the first time, he felt a thunderbolt strike from the top of his head. He really wanted to yell at Bruce, what's wrong with you to treat Clark like this!

——Can't you see Clark's pain, can't you see Clark's struggle?

The Man of Steel is invincible, but it doesn't mean Smallville's little reporter can't be destroyed, and Bruce's approach is undoubtedly to stab in the bloody wound when Clark is in the most pain.

But that self woke up too late, so late that everything was a foregone conclusion.

Clark swallowed hard, and his throat started to dry out. He didn't understand why Dick suddenly changed his attitude. It was obvious that the big blue bird was quite supportive of him before.

If it weren't for Dick's support, he wouldn't have the guts to stretch out the jiojio that was tempting——

Clark said without confidence: "Can I ask the reason? It's because of what I have done recently..."

Dick said quickly, "No, of course not, you're great! I'm just saying you can be a different person, Diana... no, Louise is fine, I remember you used to like her!"

Clark blinked and said softly, "Uh...but Louise is getting married soon."

Dick was stuck for a long time.

He didn't know that Louise was going to get married—for a while, he really couldn't think of who Clark could make up with—yes, either the emotional foundation was not enough, or it was completely inappropriate.

Dick was so tangled up that his eyebrows were twitched into a ball, and he dug a hole in the silk sheet with his fingers: "What's good about Bruce?"

Clark paused, then slowly: "He's not good anywhere."

For the first time Dick looked at Clark as if he were an alien.

The voice of the god on earth was calm but firm: "I can count him—thousands of terrible places, as indifferent as a stone, and people always have to guess his mind."

"...The temper is also bad, and the desire to control is so strong that it is unbearable."

"—but I just love him."

Dick was completely speechless, his mind was in a mess, and he reached out to grab the hair at his temples.

In the blink of an eye, an idea flashed through his mind.

Big Blue Bird—throwing off the quilt, turned sideways, put his body on his elbow, and pressed his other hand on Clark's chest: "Clark, what do you think of me?"

Clark: "?"

The little reporter carefully held Dick's wrist, gripped the paw, moved it away from his chest muscle, and rubbed it to the side: "What are you referring to?"

Dick rubbed his stiff cheeks, trying to find some sense, those beautiful blue eyes were slightly bent, the corners of his lips were raised, and the soft hair was a little messy due to the previous movement.

The big blue bird invited straightforwardly and enthusiastically: "Bruce can do it, and I can do it too."

Clark: "...please."

He stuffed Dick back into the quilt silently but resolutely, with complicated emotions.

Dick invited—again.

Clark bit the bullet and said with difficulty: "...I can't do it."

If it was another bat cub, he wouldn't even care, but Dick was different, he was always curious about Selena, Barbara, and Dick after Bruce, wouldn't he feel guilty?

And he couldn't tell if Dick was acting on a whim.

In the end, he pressed the quilt tightly, restraining Dick's struggle, and even wanted to roll him into a ball: "Go to bed early, you must be too tired."

The big blue bird rolled his eyes, thinking—he must sell himself out, but the communicator by the bedside flashed a red light quickly, and then vibrated a few times at a specific frequency.

It's Alfred.

Before Dick could react, Clark had already got up - Gulu got up, fished out the communicator, and after the pupil pattern passed the identity verification, the virtual image of the old butler appeared in the air.

Alfred tried his best to keep calm, but unconsciously revealed his eagerness: "...Master Jason's spaceship should have landed on the tarmac half an hour ago, but when it broke through the atmosphere, I lost his signal."

Clark said in a soothing tone, "I'll go find him right away."

Alfred: "No, Lord Kent, I've found him...he's in Arkham City."

Clark's eyelids twitched.

The relationship between Jason and Bruce was frozen to freezing point. The resurrected Red Hood blasted Gotham with heavy firepower. At that time, he really wanted to kill his adoptive father, and Bruce wanted to stop him from killing the clown. The bat dart that came out of his hand cut Jason's throat.

They are reconciled now, but the premise of reconciliation is based on the Red Hood's concession.

Jason chose to abide by Bruce's rules in Gotham, and Bruce kept an open-eyed attitude.

What happened later completely angered Jason again. The black-haired young man packed his luggage, left Gotham with his companions, and wandered in the universe without looking back.

As far as Clark knows, this is the first time Jason has returned to Gotham after going to outer space.

He knew how happy Bruce was. During the nights when the watchtower was on duty, he saw Bruce use the watchtower's locator to judge the distance between the Outlaw spaceship and the earth more than once.

But now, Jason went directly to Arkham, which is definitely not a good sign.

Clark firmly assured: "Ah Fu, don't worry, I won't let bad things happen."

Dick lowered his eyes, the pupils constricted into tiny dots.

The old housekeeper's lips trembled slightly: "The master has already driven the Batmobile to the direction of Naihe Island. He is in a very bad condition. Before receiving the message from Master Jason, he fell into a coma for no reason, and his vital signs-stopped- "

Clark's breath came suddenly.

He didn't delay any longer, fully turned on his super hearing, and searched for that heartbeat. Indeed, it was always a steady rhythm, but now it was beating at an unnatural speed.

Clark was about to fly over almost immediately, but his clothes were held tightly by Dick. He turned around and saw the look on the big blue bird's face that could be called horror.

He bit the words slowly: "I'll be with you, wait for me."

Clark subconsciously wanted to refuse, but was too shocked to make a sound.

Dick is the one with the best temper in the Bat family, but now, that pretty face is covered with shadows, and the blue eyes are dark and deep, as if something—a monster that has been suppressed is waking up.

When Dick came out of the bat cave, the little reporter was silent for a moment, and licked his deep teeth. His teeth hurt and his scalp was numb: "Hiss——"

What is this for!

Dick didn't wear the close-fitting uniform he usually wears during night patrols, but changed into a heavy armor with trap devices at the joints of the armor. He glanced at it with X-sight and found that the opponent was directly armed with an arsenal. The hidden gadgets can blow up half of Gotham.

On the Kari stick, the blue-purple arc jumps up and down. It is not a mild level that can only stun the enemy. Clark has no doubt that ordinary people can be instantly turned into charcoal as long as they are hit up and down.

Clark stammered, "Dick, please, I'm really scared—"

A strange smile flashed across Dick's blue eyes, and he lightly said, "It's okay, Clark."

"...I know exactly what I want to do."