Clark has something to say

Jason glared: "Let me go!"

Clark smiled at him apologetically, but he didn't intend to let go at all, and even tightened the red cloak tightly.

Jason: "..."

This Kryptonian is really a dog.

He struggled quite a bit at the beginning, and just being caught by Superman and flying in the sky itself could unconsciously arouse a little bit of psychological shadow in him.

But Clark didn't fly fast, and he was wrapped in the Kryptonian's biological force field, and he couldn't feel any chill. After struggling for a while, he found that his posture was very unseemly. Clark's legs dropped from his waist.

He stopped, but Clark was not used to it all of a sudden, the big blue man adjusted his cloak, and was silent for a moment: "Why are you not moving?"

Jason paused and lost another level.

Jason: "If I say I keep moving, can you let me go?"

Clark: "No."

A strange and excessive silence filled the two of them. Jason suppressed the breakdown in his heart and tried to maintain a calm tone: "Please, Clark, don't let me see Bruce."

Clark was not flying fast at first, but now he was drifting a little slower. He hummed softly, very skillfully: "What did he do again?"

According to his experience of meddling in the affairs of the Bruce family and listening to Dick Baba Baba, most of the internal conflicts in the Bat family revolve around one person. In other words, every little bird has serious daddy issues. Pretty sure they're about to graduate Robin—

Jason was dazed for a moment before reacting, and said eagerly: "No! No Clark, it has nothing to do with him this time—I just don't want to see him."

"……he's good."

In the end, his voice was inaudible, dry, and every word seemed to be squeezed out.

The problems between him and Bruce were very complicated. In order to stay away from Bruce, he didn't even stay on the earth, but those conflicts, after obtaining that memory, all seemed insignificant.

He watched Bruce close his eyes in front of him, and his body became cold little by little.

How, he thought, could Bruce possibly die?

That's Batman, and though he's never told Bruce, in his heart, Bruce himself is an unbreakable anchor, his uncomfortable but always-to-go-to place, his gravitational pull.

He is obviously the most powerful human being on this planet, and with a mortal body he challenged what God cannot do. How could such a person die so lightly?

Does Bruce Wayne owe the world anything?At first it was a few people, then a city, and then the weight of a world—did fate dictate that he must fight!

He clearly deserves the best in the world!

Even if Bruce died, he should have died vigorously and attracted the attention of all. Even Clark's fake death was treated with national mourning. Why did Bruce die so silently?

What made him even more unbearable was that he couldn't even get peace when he died, and he didn't even have a decent funeral. He couldn't even give Bruce a bouquet of flowers.

And leave a clone to replace him in the world. If the clone doesn't pretend to care about him, maybe he can keep that guy alive a little longer.

...though he knew it wasn't the clone's fault.

The program Bruce set up before his death was to let the clone enter his own memory. If they, the insiders, didn't make it clear, the clone would not even know that he was a fake.

When he pulled the trigger on the clone, he saw the clone looking in his direction in astonishment in the scope. Those blue eyes, exactly the same as Bruce's, were full of disbelief.

--why you?

His whole body froze.

The sniper rifle seemed to be glued to his hand. For some reason, he didn't even look away, just staring straight at how the opponent's pupils lost focus and became dim.

He snapped his eyes shut.

It sucks.

It feels like Bruce died again, but this time he became his executioner. His most important person left little legacy in this world, and he erased one more with his own hands.

Most members of the Rebel Army, after losing their important people, would turn their hatred on Superman, but he couldn't do it. The only object of hatred has been taken out of the heart by the god of the world, let alone Clark. If you really want to study it carefully, As early as when he chose to join the Rebel Army and help Bruce do things, he had actually added a firewood to the dark knight's violently burning life.

But that was not the end, his whole life was a joke, he should have been buried six feet long ago, but he ended up being the last one alive.

He couldn't face Bruce, didn't dare look into those blue eyes that made him sting all over.

Bruce has been looking forward to the world until the end. He hopes that his contribution can bring back a bright future, and he hopes that the world can be saved—he knows he can’t do it, and Bruce at that time has no strength to speak , but Jason looked into his eyes and knew what he wanted to say.

I am sorry.

And, I leave it to you.

But he was a total loser and failed to fulfill his promise to Bruce—he didn't know why he was the last one alive.

It hurts too much.

Just thinking about it made him feel out of breath.

And why should he meet the Bruce who gave everything to him?

Clark's lips moved slightly, then slowly closed again.

If Jason said that, then the problem was not so big.

The reason why he was able to do the thing of stuffing the red hood in a roll into Wayne Manor was because Jason was so peaceful now, he was so devastated that he couldn't get any energy up.

So he felt that maybe Jason in this state could allow Bruce to step on his minefield a few times.

And the evidence that made him sure of his mind was Jason's reaction when he heard him say "go home."

Before Jason went to outer space, when he was still running around the world, Dick went to him more than once, asking him if he could go home for dinner on Easter, and asking him if he could go home to unwrap presents on Christmas Eve. If you get a chance, go and harass me.

But every time he heard it home, the red hood, who was still listening to people, suddenly changed his expression. If that person wasn't Dick, he would have been kicked out of the safe house by Jason a long time ago.

But this time, Jason didn't say anything about the word "home". Even after Clark finished speaking, his struggle suddenly slowed down, and there was an undisguised complexity on his face.

He could see that Jason really wanted to go back, but for some reason, he wandered outside like self-imposed exile.

Clark: "I know Bruce can be annoying sometimes, but you're not mad at him now, but...why?"

Jason took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"...Don't ask, Clark."

Clark: "Oh."

He didn't try to dig one or two more, but just maintained his previous speed and flew towards Wayne Manor. Jason didn't make any trouble. He held his forearm with his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked down quietly.

After a while, he pursed his lips lightly and tapped Clark's calf with his toes: "Do me a favor."

Clark: "You say."

Jason paused: "I want you to help me find Damian. If he is willing to go back to the Batcave, then you can send him back. If he is not willing, I hope, no, I beg you to chat with him. "

——He doesn’t expect Bruce to say anything to Damian, it’s okay if Damian is really a teenage Robin, but now Damian, he can’t think of letting him let him go own way.

Dick can reconcile with himself, Tim can control everything with reason, but Damian... I have to say, the current Damian is unfamiliar to any of them.

Clark nodded, putting this at the top of his agenda.

Wayne Manor was very large and mostly lead-plated, but he found Bruce easily, not in the Batcave, but in a glass cabin by the lake, wearing a soft cotton T-shirt, flipping through the old newspaper.

He fell out of the window, raised his hand, and was about to knock on the glass when Bruce seemed to notice something suddenly, and suddenly raised his eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

Clark smiled unconsciously. He thought about it, drew a smiling face on the glass window with his fingers, and took a breath of frozen breath to make the pattern stand out, crooked and a little silly.

Bruce raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and when he caught a glimpse of Jason, he quickly flattened it. He put the old newspaper in his hand on the table, walked out of the glass cabin, and was about to speak, but Jason took a step ahead.

"You don't have shoes on," he said.

Bruce glanced down, his voice could not help tightening: "Yes."

Jason lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Bruce fell silent too.

Batman is a great fighter, never giving in, never stopping, Baby Brucey's sweet talk can make anyone fascinated by him, but after all this, the real Bruce Wayne is a tired and taciturn man.

After he was eight years old, it was impossible for him to return to his previous complete self. As a Wayne, he couldn't have a normal intimate relationship. There were only him and Alfred in the huge manor.

His identity as a vigilante messed up his family, and he was already very at a loss about family relationships. In this way, a vicious circle continued to be created.

Clark was about to leave, but he was so suffocated by the scene that he couldn't fly. Forget it, Red Hood, who usually talks nonsense during fights, has become silent?

"Please——" Clark took a step forward: "Hey! If you have nowhere to look, just look at me!"

He got the attention of both of them as he wished.

Under extremely strong pressure, he recklessly said, "If you don't speak, then I will."

"Jason, it's like this, Bruce really misses you, he is very happy to have you back - he used the locator to measure the distance between your spaceship and the earth every day in the watchtower, and by the way, he also used My credibility with the Green Lantern Corps vouches for you."

"Then Bruce...Jason's books were all burned, the books you used to collect with him."

He paused. "Yes, he kept them."