Clark has something to say

Facing two people who seemed to be able to make him a watch at any time, Jason was stared a little timidly.

But the fact is that, although he can understand Tim's concerns, he really doesn't think it's necessary.

He glanced at the apple pie, just wanting to end the subject quickly.

So he pointed to himself: "Xiaohong, you can refer to me, with Dick's stability, he will not blow up Gotham."

Tim paused, clenching his fingers slightly to cover his mouth: "Cough, no offense intended—forget it."

Mr. Wayne's eyelashes trembled, and his whole body was full of fatigue. His eyes wandered in the void for a while, and finally landed on Clark's small bed.

very comfortable.

The warm-toned cotton sheets and big soft pillows look familiar. The pillows should have been brought out by Clark from Wayne Manor. By the time he realized it, he had unknowingly lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down in it peacefully. .

The little red bird narrowed its eyes and gradually relaxed its body.

perfect.

Dick: "..."

The big blue bird gave up half of the bed in a friendly and silent manner.

There was Jason, who was offended by Tim, and watched his brothers get mixed up with a wooden face, and for some reason, he felt strangely lonely.

He doesn't fit in with this family.

The two people on the bed seemed to have an atmosphere that they couldn't blend into. The quilt seemed to have some magical power, and even Tim, who was always preoccupied, stretched his eyebrows and eyes.

Jason looked at the apple pie in his hand and suddenly lost his appetite.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls, wiped his hands again, went around to the other side of the bed, and forced his way up, his head just touching the pillow.

——he froze suddenly.

The whole body is filled with warm and warm sun breath, which is different from the white and lonely sunlight of the Fortress of Solitude. This overcrowded small bed suddenly awakens distant memories.

At that time, not long after he took over as Robin, in order to prove that he was no worse than Dick, he sneaked out to investigate the case behind Bruce's back, but was unfortunately caught. The investigative reporter Clark Kent was tied up with him at the time.

Jason had to admit that in a small dark room, he panicked.

He was worried that if he went back alive, Bruce would deprive him of his Robin status, and he was worried that Bruce and Afu would be sad if he died.

— Time, he was shaking a little.

"--Are you cold?"

At this time, he heard a nervous and cautious voice: "I should be quite warm, if you are cold, you can lean on me."

His night vision was excellent, and in the dark, he could see a large man looking at him anxiously and restlessly.

It was hard to imagine that a man taller than Batman could be as soft as a limp cuddling bear. Jason had wandered the streets, and he should have stayed away from people of this size.

Then, he heard the man whisper again: "Don't be afraid, you are not alone."

Out of a thought that he couldn't figure out, he leaned over in a mysterious way. When the body touched, he felt the man stiffen for a moment, and then slowly relaxed his body.

The warmth spread to him through the fabric, and it was amazing that his mood improved a lot.

Spirit—Once you relax, you will feel sleepy, not to mention that he was a little boy at the time. Although he repeatedly persuaded himself to be vigilant, his eyelids were still getting heavy. Before he completely fell asleep, he felt that his head was on the pillow What a wide and soft place.

Half-dream and half-awake, I seem to hear someone talking: "...be quiet, Bruce, he's asleep."

He swore it was the first time he had slept peacefully in a strange place.

Jason pulled off the quilt very slowly, and buried the lower half of his face in it. Just as he was completely relaxed, he caught sight of a dark shadow from the corner of his eye, which slid in neatly through the window.

Jason: "!"

He almost kicked Dick, but his excellent eyesight allowed him to see who was coming.

His youngest brother Damian, wearing a hooded Robin uniform, stood staring blankly under the window, his domino mask making his green eyes empty.

Jason—he suddenly thought of the man who was always silent in the future, and looked at the little boy in front of him. His anger from being frightened was completely gone. He reluctantly lifted the quilt and waved at Damian.

"Come here." He mouthed silently.

He chose to ignore the fact that the bed might collapse if he dropped it, and only hoped that the bed would be strong enough.

Damian walked slowly to the side of the bed and stopped moving. He looked at his family, and his green eyes flashed quickly—a gleam of light, very short-lived, but it really existed.

Jason sighed, reluctantly got out of bed, leaned out - he directly grabbed Damian's arm base, if it was Damian in the past, he would have gained two dark circles, but Now, the little boy is like a stiff cat, even breathing very lightly.

Jason suddenly felt that his heart was twisted hard——.

He took off Damian's uniform, picked him up again, and tucked it between himself and Dick.

Damian stiffened even more.

In a sense, he was the most homeless one. In that future, it would be an eyesore for him to stay on any side. When the war was over, in order to atone for his sins, he voluntarily accepted the trial and stayed in the cell for a long time.

When he came out, he had already missed everything.

Damian swallowed lightly, subconsciously trying to curl up his body, but a graceful hand brought him into his arms.

The dark green pupils constricted slightly, and her heartbeat quickened.

Dick touched the back of his head and said apologetically, "...Sorry, I left you alone."

The big blue bird waited for a long time, but did not wait for an answer. He wanted to speak again, but felt the small body in his arms relax little by little.

After a while, he felt the other party sticking to his chest.

"……Um."

**

Clark slowly unlocked the apartment door.

He spent—all night—at Wayne Manor until the sun came up and had to clock in at the Daily Planet.

The curly hair on the little reporter's forehead is a little more trembling than usual. After experiencing Gotham so much, the day when he successfully gets Batman is not far away.

The super brain quickly passed through—the scene not long ago.

——The atmosphere between him and Bruce seems to be different from before, Clark thought secretly.

It's not that their previous atmosphere was bad or strange, but that Bruce's unilateral attitude towards him has changed. Clark could sense that before that, he had indeed stepped into Bruce's circle of protection, but he was also inevitably The Dark Knight was on guard.

Although he can understand, sometimes he still fantasizes about what it feels like to gain Batman's trust completely.

But this time, he did realize that he had received special treatment.

He didn't need to try again, he was sure that he had got a bat that was completely open to him, and Bruce's gestures lost the sense of distance before.

Clark couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He walked into the bedroom lightly, wanting to see Dick's state, his eyes fell on the bed, his whole body trembled violently, and his upper body shrank back involuntarily.

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Bird stickers?

His quilt was crooked between Tim's legs, and the little Red Bird slept with his hair fluffy and curled up all over the place. Damian was leaning against Dick, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, and Jason ——Red Hood didn't fall asleep at all, he lay very straight, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

what's the situation?

Steal a robin bird on the bed before you go out, and you can harvest four when you come?

The sight almost melted Clark into a ball.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and his first instinct was to find a camera and take a picture of the scene for Bruce to see. Jason heard the movement, glanced at him lazily, and looked back.

He knew that the others had woken up long ago, but out of a subtle and peculiar state of mind, no one moved.

Clark floated off without touching the ground, holding a small photo in his hand.

The little reporter was carrying a briefcase, and while rushing to the newspaper office, couldn't help looking at the photos again and again.

He seemed to have nothing to worry about.

Dick, who was still depressed before going out, now slightly hooked his lips, exuding a happy and contented atmosphere, while Tim—with one hand hanging on Dick's waist, half-closed his eyes, squinted at the moment he pressed the shutter. Glanced at the camera.

Great, he thought, rubbing his finger over the photo cherishedly again.

Seeing a jewelry store next to him, Clark turned in and said to the owner, "Hi, may I—"

"Ma'am, I would like a picture frame."

He and the other person spoke at almost the same time. Clark turned his face and found that it was a young man with fluffy hair and a good-looking smile. At his feet, there was a cardboard box containing many sundries.

"...photo frame." Clark finished slowly.

The female shopkeeper looked under the container and said in a very embarrassed way, "Sorry, there is only one left, why don't you discuss it?"

Clark: "It's okay, I'll buy it next time."

He took the photo frame and handed it to the young man beside him, but he saw the pair of amber eyes staring at him without blinking.

It's like looking at an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

Clark touched his nose: "Do you need a picture frame?"

The young man was shocked, and suddenly came back to his senses: "Uh...Thank you, it's okay, just keep it."

Clark didn't insist either, he thought - he would finish his card, and he should be able to buy a new photo frame in time.

But he soon noticed that he was already out of the store—mostly, with the young man still following him.

Clark deliberately slowed down, and when they were almost close, he said friendlyly: "Do you need me to help you pick it up?"

The other party looked at him with that dazed look again.

After a while, he lowered his eyes evasively, and his tone sounded a bit at a loss: "Thank you, but I can do it myself-do you know how to get to the Daily Planet?"

Although it was a question, his tone didn't mean to ask a question.

Clark raised an eyebrow, rather surprised: "Yes, I work there, where are you going to send the box? I can drop by..."

The young man smiled shyly and uneasily, his vocal cords tightened: "I am an intern at Planet Daily, and today is my first day of employment."

Clark was taken aback.

If he remembered correctly, the reporter in charge of this young man was himself.

"Peter Parker." The young man held the bottom of the box with one hand and left the other hand free: "Nice to meet you."

"Clark," he said softly.