Clark has something to say

"Wow."

Clark was stunned for a few seconds, opened his mouth and closed it again. This action was repeated several times, and he sighed meaninglessly again: "Wow."

"No, I mean... Diana?"

He tried his best to maintain calm, instead of letting his voice reveal panic: "Why are you doing this to me all of a sudden?"

He was completely confused.

Because of her age, Diana always had a protective desire for them that had no place to rest, but usually, Bruce was the one Diana focused on, and Clark had been very happy since going through the most difficult time. Steady, he couldn't think of what he'd done to make Diana say that.

To make matters worse, Diana wasn't kidding at all.

The Goddess of War's expression was relaxed enough, and her walking posture was leisurely, but she just plainly made a heavy promise that would not change until the end of the world came.

Diana gave him a slightly amused look. "Relax, boy, you look terrified."

She raised her head again and looked around.

Metropolis is an extremely bustling city, they are walking in the city center now, except for the Superman Museum, other places are full of tall buildings, the sound of cars and people, noisy into her ears.

It was completely different from the Metropolis in that memory.

Diana couldn't estimate how long that memory took. The future self first lived in Gotham for a long time, and then moved to the metropolis.

She wants to finish Bruce's unfinished Metropolitan rebuilding plan.

It is not difficult for her to rebuild a city. After the construction is completed, she finds a small town near the North Pole to live in. When she goes to the metropolis again, the city rebuilt by her own hands can no longer see Batman's past. Traces of planning.

From then on, Diana really realized that the only enemy she could not defeat was time.

Clark paused, complaining in a panic: "Because you said—forever, Diana, I'm still a young man, forever or something..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he muttered: "It sounds very stressful, why don't you change it? Stay with me for 100 years or something..."

Diana chuckled, then she shook her head lightly: "That's fine."

But she knows what eternal time can torture people into. The Kal-El who sent her away from this planet, took care of the AI-simulated cornfields in the Fortress of Solitude year after year, stubbornly wearing old and outdated uniforms , staring at the ice field in a daze all day long.

In the beginning, she was the one who took care of Karl, but since then, the person who was taken care of without a trace became herself.

She wondered if Kal-El would think of Clark Kent as much as she did when he was basking in the sun.

Diana asked abruptly, "Speaking of which, how are you and Bruce?"

When asking questions, her eyes stayed on Clark's face, and Clark couldn't hide his joy for a moment - just the name alone could make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart, through the lens, those baby blue The pupils of his eyes are also shining.

Clark uncontrollably remembered their conversation under the moonlight in Gotham and what happened in Wayne Manor afterwards.

Because he was worried about Bruce's mental state, he stayed overnight in Wayne Manor. Originally, he slept in the guest room arranged by Afu, but the heartbeat belonging to Bruce in the middle of the night made him unable to lie on the bed.

He was sure Bruce must have been terrified by the nightmare.

So he resolutely knocked on Bruce's bedroom door. Although he knew that he had crossed Bruce's safe distance, the inexplicable special treatment given to him before made Clark's inner villain swell a lot.

But when he was only trying to knock for the third time, the bedroom door was pulled open hastily.

Bruce was wearing a nightgown loosely, and his face was pale. When he saw him, his eyes wandered for a moment, and then, as if forcing himself, he forcibly focused on him.

"Can't you sleep?"

Clark didn't realize until he was questioned how offensive his habitual behavior of listening to Bruce's heartbeat was to the bat. Blue out of blue.

He's not good at lying, and stands awkwardly in the doorway, trying to sound the right thing about what he's doing, but finally slumps his shoulders in frustration under Bruce's calm eyes.

"...Sorry, I heard it."

But he didn't receive any violent reaction. Bruce sighed, let him open the door of the room, and went to the cabinet to search for a long time.

In the end, Clark didn't know how he was fed a glass of milk filled with marshmallows and then stuffed into bed.

...It is simply an unsolved mystery. Once entering Wayne Manor, Bruce, who can immediately transform into a waste of life, suddenly learned to brew marshmallow milk?

He didn't dare to ask too much, but the heartbeat in his ear became much more stable.

And he really realized the change in Bruce's attitude towards him, and then Bruce walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down without hindrance.

It's not that they haven't been this close before, he and Bruce have been thrown to an alien planet together and had to rely on heating for warmth, but only this time, he almost smashed his bones through the floor of Wayne Manor in fright.

His muscles were stretched like a rock, while Bruce was in an unusually relaxed state. If Clarke hadn't known that Bruce would trade champagne for ginger ale at parties, he would have thought he was high.

Clark stared at the ceiling for a period of mental construction, and at last he couldn't help turning his body sideways, thinking that even if he was made a watch, he would have to ask clearly——

Bruce closed his eyes, his eyelashes cast a thin shadow by the bedside lamp, his breathing was light and slow, his chest heaved evenly, and his blue eyes were motionless under his thin eyelids.

He fell asleep.

Clark almost thought that he had been thinking for a century, or that he was actually taking a large human-shaped sleeping pill, but the pointer of the antique clock opposite told him that what he thought was a long time actually only passed 1 minute.

In other words, Bruce fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

The movement of his turning over is also loud enough. For Bruce, who has serious sleep problems, it should be no less than an elephant tap dancing in front of him. sound.

Clark struggled for a while. He wasn't sure if it was because Bruce was impatient with his performance. Although the other party's performance was indeed in line with a sleeping person, but Batman is a master of disguise, and it is not difficult to deceive super senses.

Out of a very subtle idea, he stretched out his hand, plucked the broken hair on Bruce's forehead, and spread his five fingers, tentatively pulling/inserting/into the soft hair.

If Bruce was still awake, he would have given him an exasperated look, but Bruce just turned his face slightly, and the motion brought him closer to Clark, almost sending himself into Clark's fingers.

Clark's breath was suddenly suffocated.

After a long time, he carefully exhaled that breath, and took his hand away, and the next second, Bruce's eyelashes trembled, perhaps chasing the breath that was too familiar and longing for him in his sleep, he curled up slightly, and looked towards Clark's direction was bumped again.

Clark swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

He was so shaken by this sudden treatment that his soul almost went out of his body. To give an inaccurate example, he bought a game disc that he had been thinking about day and night, gearing up to meet the challenge, but after pressing the start button, he suddenly I found that the position I was standing at was already the end point.

——Not only that, even the save points are saved.

Diana didn't need Clark to answer, she had already understood the answer. She gradually let go of Clark's hand, with a layer of hesitation covering her brows and eyes.

She wasn't sure her approach was fair.

Clark never took his attention away from Diana, and this was the first time he had seen Diana hesitate, literally, unlike before when Diana was deliberating in order to achieve her goal, he could see that Diana was really serious now. trapped in confusion.

Diana has always been a bright star hanging high in the sky forever, with a transparency that matches her age. Clark can't imagine anything that can hold Wonder Woman——

"I was thinking maybe you shouldn't be with Bruce," Diana whispered.

Clark frowned briefly.

Clark didn't feel offended, didn't rush to refute or try to persuade Diana, he rubbed his palm on the hem of his shirt, bewildered: "Can I ask why?"

He's a little frustrated: "You're not the first to say that."

Before Dick sold himself to him strangely, he also said exactly the same thing to Diana. They are the people who know the relationship between him and Bruce best. Being denied by such two people at the same time... Clark thought, he must be among them Didn't see concerns.

Diana closed her eyes slightly: "Bruce is just a human being."

"...Your lifespan under the yellow sun is almost eternal, Clark, your time measurement is completely different. When he left us, your endless life had just begun."

Clark Kent's life is just a snap of his fingers for Kal-El.

She looked straight into Clark's eyes, and vaguely, that blue overlapped with a pair of ice-blue pupils floating with crushed ice.

Diana speaks very slowly and enunciates clearly.

"... I am sure that in the long life after that, you will never meet another person like Bruce."

She saw with her own eyes how Kal-El played back those memories over and over again, and the god of the world, who relieved Superman of his duties, had enough time to piece together a story bit by bit after his lover had completely disappeared from this world. Complete Bruce Wayne.

In Carl's memory, Bruce exists in another way.

Once Diana knocked on the door of the Fortress of Solitude, and saw Carl alone in the white hall, comforting something in a soft voice.

Diana's heart tightened: "—Carl!"

The god on earth turned sideways calmly: "I'm fine, Diana, I'm just talking to Bruce."

Diana's pupils shrank violently.

Carl looked at the nervous Diana, smiled slightly, and said helplessly, "Relax, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"...the super brain can completely simulate Bruce. I'm just assuming that if I was there back then, I could have said something to him."