Clark has something to say

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

The moonlight is not dazzling, but the god on earth who smiled at him gathered all the brilliance in the world.

The red cloak swayed behind the Son of Light in a calm and beautiful manner, without any embarrassing scratches or stained with anyone's blood.

Clark is still intact.

This fact made him want to be grateful for something for the first time—but it wasn't right, the reason why he could meet Clark was the relic of a god who had given up everything and had no hope.

Inexplicably, Bruce was hit by a huge and surging sadness.

But Clark is still here.

He swallowed it in extreme pain, like swallowing a knife, but still pronounced that special word calmly, every syllable was pronounced clearly: "Clark?"

Clark has heard Bruce call his name many times. Under different circumstances, Bruce will call him in different ways. Bruce pronounces that short word with a special meaning, which is different from anyone else. Cheering at the intimacy revealed in that sticky syllable.

But this time, he felt panicked.

Like a glued glass vessel falling to the ground, bursting out with a crisp sound of destruction, Bruce seemed to have aged for countless years suddenly, with exhaustion all over his body, while Clark looked at the pieces of broken glass on the ground, Every fragment reflects his shadow.

Bruce had never looked at him this way.

Just like a pilgrim, exhausted at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, exhausted his last bit of strength, while falling into eternal sleep, he took a deep look at the temple on the peak.

This is enough.

He has no other wishes, and he doesn't want to possess the treasure that countless people are chasing. He only needs to take a look at it, and he only needs to know that the thing he longs for all his life exists in that place-it exists in a good way.

Bruce was about to look away, but Clark flew down in a panic, maintaining a level with the gargoyle statue: "Did I do something wrong?"

Bruce paused for a moment, his voice hoarse: "Clark, why do you think so."

Clark anxiously: "Because you, you all—I don't know, but I must have done something wrong, otherwise everything was fine before..."

Otherwise, why do you look at me with such gentle and deep eyes?

Superman has always been the protector of the earth, but Clark Kent has been protected by everyone in various ways. No matter how late Clark works overtime, he has never been hungry. No matter what time, there is a steaming hot pot at the front desk. Snacks, which Barry specially placed for him, every now and then, there would be a few alien plants on the window sill of his small apartment, which were brought back by Hal from a distant galaxy.

Not to mention Diana and Bruce.

Bruce thought about it.

Then he moved inside the gargoyle, sat down again, curled up one leg, and patted his side with his hand.

Clark ignored him, his blue eyes still fixed on Bruce stubbornly, unblinking.

Bruce struggled with his words, he always became inarticulate in front of certain people, obviously Clark was one of them, and he knew that he would always appear cold and resistant at such times.

He didn't want Clark to get the wrong signal like Kal-El, so he lowered his head, but when he really wanted to talk about that hopeless world, he was still in a daze.

Bruce slowly: "Sometimes, I just make mistakes."

Can that nightmarish world really be entirely blamed on Karl?No, Bruce never thought so. If Kal-El was the sinner who was nailed to the death row, then Bruce Wayne should have gone to hell long ago. He is the real culprit.

He failed Clark's heavy trust.

Clark took a deep breath: "—what?"

Bruce continued to explain to him: "Clark, you were forced to witness too much misfortune just because of your overpowering ability, but sometimes, I ask for these things."

"Just because you saw it, it doesn't mean it has something to do with you." He made a brief summary.

Clark froze.

Bruce looked at those blue eyes like the clear sky, and saw real confusion from inside. He immediately regretted it. Was his statement too cold and hard, or did he show extreme resistance?

He lowered his eyes, trying to patch again, his lips moving silently.

Suddenly, he heard a very soft voice: "But, I saw it."

Clark still had a bewildered look on his face, and he repeated lazily: "I saw it."

Bruce fell silent for a moment.

In an instant, any persuasion was meaningless.

After a while, he bent his eyes mockingly.

How could he not know what a nice guy Clark was?Unlike Batman, Batman can be replaced, as long as he wears the cape to inherit the curse of Gotham.

But not just anyone with superhuman abilities can be called Superman. Superman exists only because the person with this ability happens to be Clark Kent.

Clark kept his super hearing turned on, so he could clearly hear the heart speeding up for a moment, then slowing down again. He wondered why this happened, and noticed that Bruce's expression darkened again.

He realized he had said the wrong thing again.

The little reporter was forced by a strong sense of powerlessness, and his eyes were a little red. He hoarse and lowered his voice: "Please tell me how I can help you."

Bruce broke free from his trance suddenly!

Only then did he realize how much trouble his strange behavior had caused Clark, who had a strong empathy ability.

He closed his eyes, grabbed Clark's cloak, and pleaded: "——Don't."

Clark licked his lips nervously, wanting to continue asking, but he heard Bruce's tone of urgency never before said: "No, Clark, it has nothing to do with you, I just - just didn't respond."

He vaguely recalled those blood-stained memories, fingers covered with cold armor, forcefully pulled the cloak of the god of the world, and pulled him to his side: "I'm fine."

Bruce took off the mask so that Clark could see his expression clearly, and tried to make his voice sound earnest and serious: "...Clark, I promise you, it won't happen again."

He swore with his life and soul that the sun would always rise.

If people with future memories are present, they will know how heavy an oath this is.

In the terrible future, even though that self knew it was too late, he still couldn't help wondering if he could have made different choices before, would the result be different.

But now, he really got the chance to change the future.

That world has been wiped out with the last god. What he did was to keep that future in his heart, and spend more time and energy to make Clark happy forever, dragging his red cloak to fly away. Come and fly, continue to be the son of tomorrow who is longed for by everyone.

Clark was taken aback.

He didn't understand why Bruce was so solemn. In his opinion, he could give all of himself to Bruce. He wished he could collect the yellow sun that usually shines on him and put it in Gotham—if Bruce met He is willing to bear the pain that cannot be overcome.

He carefully scanned the pupils of the human beings, and those blue eyes never showed the slightest wavering or bewilderment.

Clark stammered, "No, Bruce, I, I—"

He speculated about Ai Ai for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what he was going to say.

What kind of person Bruce is, Clark certainly knows that the cold armor makes a flesh and blood body invincible, no matter how tragic what happened to Bruce, he does not need any pity and sympathy.

As Superman, he should have respected this great soul and politely not to touch any wounds of the other party.

But he really hopes that Bruce can spend his life in peace and stability. Fate should favor him and treat him well. Maybe one day, Bruce can wear a loose short-sleeved shirt and go to Florence for vacation, drinking a glass of Fernet Blanca on the banks of the Arno .

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he leaned forward sharply.

—Bruce froze all over.

He was still wearing a cold uniform, but he felt that he was bathed in sunlight. He was hugged very hard, and the powerful arms wrapped around his body tightly. tip.

Bruce worried: "...Clark?"

"I'm fine." Clark said in a muffled voice, his nose a little blocked.

"...I just want to hug you."