Clark has something to say

Bruce folded his arms hesitantly. Unlike Clark, his strength was very light. After a few seconds, he tentatively patted the broad back of the god on earth.

"...it'll be all right, Clark," he reassured dryly.

Bruce didn't know how much his consolation was worth, but he did feel a slight shock in Clark's chest, and it shook him as well.

He pushed Clark's shoulder hard, and this kind of overly gentle and intimate physical contact made him quite uncomfortable: "Clark."

Clark let go of his hand, his earlobe turned red unknowingly, he floated in the air for a moment, pushed aside his pitch-black cloak, and sat on the gargoyle, worried that the two of them would damage the gargoyle due to the weight of their uniforms. Very stiff.

Batman has the ability to turn anyone into a rowdy guy, and he's so dull that people who hang out with him unconsciously try to liven things up.

But now, Clark was embarrassed to speak because of the inexplicable shyness that remained in his heart, and Bruce remained silent as always. For a while, only the slight friction sound of the Gotham night wind blowing over the gargoyle could be heard.

Bruce looked at the cumulus clouds in the distance without focus, which were blown by the gods on purpose. He raised his face slightly, and found that from this perspective, the moon seemed to be bigger-circle.

Except in the metropolis, Bruce seldom looked at the sky. There were always countless shadows over Gotham. More often, he just picked a place where he could stay and looked at his own city.

Under the shroud of the moonlight, there was a very strange, very faint warmth, like a transparent film, quietly covering those memories that made him suffer unceasingly—those memories would always be covered with a ooze. The bloody corners, but the film made them seem less unacceptable.

Clark glanced at Bruce quietly, then looked away in a pretentious way, and after a while, he glanced quickly again.

Baby Bruce has an impeccably handsome face, almost everyone agrees, but when he pulls out of that mask, few people pay attention to his good appearance.

Batman's strength and indifference make others have no time to pay attention to other things. Every time the Justice League's companions see Brucey who is attracting bees and butterflies, they can't wait to gouge their eyes.

But now, the moonlight covered the man's deep brows and eyes with a soft filter, and those blue eyes were also lightened a lot, not as deep as usual.

Looking at it, Clark gradually couldn't bear to look away.

"...Ah." He suddenly remembered something, so that he accidentally let out a cry full of regret. Bruce was attracted by him, and turned his eyes sideways: "What's wrong?"

Son of the Sun looked extremely annoyed.

With blue sky-like eyes full of annoyance and regret, he carefully flicked at the logo on his chest - Bruce knew it was actually a layer, like his universal belt.

Clark withdrew his hand and gently spread his palm.

——A wilting strange plant curled up its roots listlessly, huddled in the palm of the god on earth. The little reporter was so sad that he was about to suffocate. He carefully pulled the thin roots of the plant. hang down.

Against Bruce's gaze, Clark's voice became smaller and smaller: "...I wanted to bring it to you."

"The little guy Hal brought back from the Green Lantern Corps last time, there is only one huge mother plant left in the universe. This is a thank you gift from the respectable lady, and there are a few Kryptonian rose seeds. I Tried one, but it didn't work."

Otherwise I'll bring the rose, he thought.

Clark sighed regretfully: "Sorry, Bruce, I have nothing now."

Krypton Rose.

Bruce still remembered that in another memory, when Kal-El saw the Krypton rose for the first time, the handsome man opened his eyes wide for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid of damaging the delicate petals. Finally, he smiled foolishly at the beautiful rose.

When he laughed, it seemed as if he owned the whole world, a traveler who was alone in a different planet, touching his unreachable hometown for the first time.

Bruce: "—give it to me."

Clark handed the small plant to Bruce guiltily. The man took it, took off the universal belt, thought for a while, and pulled the beautiful red cape of the god on earth.

Bruce unfolded the red cloak and began to adjust the contents of the belt. The things he took out were placed on the cloak first. Every slot of the universal belt was full, so it became a hassle to vacate a slot.

He tossed and turned again and again, and finally managed to stuff the plant into an empty grid, and the extra things could only be wrapped in a cloak in bits and pieces.

Then he stretched out his hand nonchalantly: "Give me the rose seeds too."

He didn't know the fate of the Kryptonian rose sent by his future self. Maybe it was destroyed by war in the glass-covered garden of the Fortress of Solitude.

But he knew that Clark would be delighted to receive it.

He smiled vaguely - under.

Clark felt that it was almost done. He had been looking for a chance to talk to Bruce about Dick. He wanted to get straight to the point, but Bruce really scared him before. He thought slowly, and bent his eyes flatteringly, trying to show that he was still Luther couldn't bear to punch his smile——

"If you're trying to talk me out of arguing with Dick, there's no point in it."

Clark choked suddenly: "!"

Batman knows it all.

He rubbed his chin embarrassingly, and couldn't help complaining: "Sometimes, I really wonder if you have any abilities that I don't know about?"

Bruce was silent.

Of course he doesn't have mind reading skills, but Clark never hides any thoughts from him. The little reporter is very easy to understand, and any mental activities are clearly displayed in his eyes.

He was thankful again.

The supreme head of state who always had a frozen face was already an unpredictable ruler. Even Batman, who was known as the world's number one partner in the past, couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Clark: "So what do you think? I also think it's too sudden. I thought Jason might kill the clown before, but Dick, how could it be Dick?"

Bruce said softly: "...It's my fault."

If he hadn't locked up the clown, Dick wouldn't have killed so decisively.

The Dark Knight has always been able to make quick and clear decisions, he is simply a machine driven by reason, but in this matter, he is rarely confused.

He really didn't know what to do.

He is not omnipotent, at least, he has never been good at getting along with his family, otherwise his relationship with Jason would not be so rigid as it is now.

Countless hypotheses flashed through his mind, no matter which one it was, it would be a knot in the end.

In the end, he said clumsily: "...he is my child, and it is my responsibility."

Bruce has always been helpless with his Robin. For a long time, he has gradually become accustomed to compromise, such as Jason, everyone in Gotham knows Batman's minefield, and Red Hood not only crossed the bottom line arrogantly, even I have to step on two more feet.

Jason's actions were violent to the point of justice.

Bruce is not what Jason imagined, treating him as an obtrusive object that cannot be removed. He always has Bruce's attention. Many times, when Jason got into trouble, Bruce quietly followed him to clean up. mess.

Now, Bruce thought, no matter what happened, he'd have Dick's back.

Even if someone had to pay for it, it should be him, not Dick.

**

Jason sat in the co-pilot of the supercar and almost hit his head because of sudden braking for the third time.

For the fourth time, he took a deep breath, moved his lips, and was about to say something to the person beside him—the other person glanced at him lightly.

— A creepy sense of crisis flashed through his body like an electric shock.

The bendable and stretchable red hood fastened his seat belt expressionlessly.

He endured and endured, and finally held his breath, drooping his eyes: "Where are we going?"

Tim calmly: "Metropolis."

Jason - what a thrill!

He already knew!Red Hood thought bitterly.

He is definitely the most normal one in this family!When he was at his craziest, he was just planning a failed Gotham attack, and the old bat wanted to bind him with him because of this kind of crap.

Bats are blind, so is Batman?

Jason remembered it clearly. At the end of the world of injustice, it was the person in front of him who packed the superpowers of the entire planet into the Phantom Zone—including himself.

Dick played a big game, and he was obviously dead, so he attracted Dormammu, and let those crazy magic side forces and evil gods die together.

Tim and Dick were barely on the right side, and Damian directly flattened the forces that attacked them before.

Jason: ...Maomao's head choked up.

He can see now that Future Memory is estimated to be able to buy a bag of baguettes for one dollar, and the average serving is one per person. If it was Tim before, he would definitely have started to make trouble now.

But now this elusive Tim Drake?Just seeing how he was made so hard that he didn't even dare to jump out of the car and run away, he knew what kind of ghost Xiao Hong could be.

...He was afraid—accidentally being socially killed.

Who knew what Tim would do—to blow off his hood?And what does Metropolis have, besides puff pastry, are there any other specialties?

Dick could knock the clown's brains out with a stick, what would Tim do?

Thinking about it, he felt that the arrector pili muscles all over his body were about to stand up.

Wouldn't it be nice to know that he shouldn't have let Clark take Dick away—knocked out the blue bird, and then carried him to outer space?

The sports car was stunned by Tim, who drove the Batmobile. Gotham and the metropolis were originally separated by a bridge. Seeing the road gradually narrowing, there were more and more vehicles and pedestrians, and the direction became more and more familiar. Jason The whole person is not feeling well.

He swallowed with difficulty: "Tibao, you must be clear, the current Clark has not done anything."

Tim turned his face abruptly.

When he was distracted, it happened to be a complex multi-forked intersection, and a large truck that kept honking its horn came whining.

Jason pressed against the back of the chair tightly, his eyes widened and widened: "Hey, car! There is a car, I beg you—Tibao, please Liao—!"

Without even looking, Tim turned the steering wheel sharply and passed the big truck.

Jason grumpily: "You fucking—"

Under the eyes of the other party who didn't understand, he choked up in humiliation, and swallowed the greeting that he almost blurted out.

"Xiao Hong, your driving skills are really good."