Clark has something to say

After Jason left, Bruce stayed for a while, thinking about whether to set up a wall for Jason to display the first edition books they collected together in the future.

"Are you done?" A nervous voice appeared behind Bruce without warning, his body froze slightly, and he turned his face sideways: "I thought you were gone."

Clark looked around at a loss: "Uh, I left something behind, so I came back to get it."

Bruce snorted.

He didn't bother to pierce Clark's poor excuses. The only question was whether the Kryptonian's super hearing would hear something he shouldn't know, but judging from Clark's performance, he was still the big blue man who respected others very much.

Bruce: "Why did you stay?"

Clark: "..."

He didn't think he could hide anything from Bruce, so he replied honestly: "I'm worried that if I go back to sleep, the next day I will write about Bruce Wayne burning down the manor... blowing up the manor and so on."

Bruce choked heavily.

He was silent for a while, before he couldn't bear it: "What do you think I will do?"

Before today, he only felt that there were some problems between himself and Jason, but after today, he found that these problems were so serious in the eyes of others, especially Clark.

...Blowing up the manor?Is he serious?

Clarke blinked innocently: "Last time you almost blew up Gotham. Given your previous convictions, I'm going to make a conservative estimate... Forget it, let's not mention this."

His expression became serious: "Jason asked me to talk to Damian, do you think I should do that?"

For the same reason, Clark doesn't think he can replace Bruce's role, nor can he give a set of positive feedback... maybe only Dick can.

He and Damian are quite unfamiliar. In Damian's eyes, Superman is just a passer-by, and he still needs to be wary of passers-by. He has no idea what he can chat with Damian, and he can't ask Damian what the weather is like today. .

Clark is not bad-tempered, but it doesn't mean he likes to be stared at with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.

Bruce thought for a moment.

"Maybe," he said slowly.

The reason he was able to communicate with Jason was because he was sure that Jason would listen to him, but Damian, that memory of Damian who succeeded Dick as Nightwing, was already quite alien to him.

In the world of Injustice, Damian chose Clark, so the current Damian should agree with Clark much more than him.

Damian is an unstable boss, most of Bruce's mates joined the Injustice League, but he is not responsible for them, Damian, if his instability leads to bad results, it is his responsibility responsibility.

Bruce thought for a moment and made a decision: "No, Clark, Damian has nothing to do with you. Regarding Jason's commission, I will find an opportunity to tell him that you have more important things."

Clark refused bluntly: "No."

"I understand you." He shrugged meaningfully: "Bruce, you may not have noticed, but you only ask for help when you encounter problems that you absolutely cannot deal with, and trivial things. For example, the former It's Darkseid's invasion, and the latter is because you want me to pack a foreign dessert."

"And you're not sure you can handle it, and it's a very important problem, and you usually choose to solve it alone."

Bruce restrained the thought of rolling his eyes, and his gaze stayed on Clark's face slowly for a moment: "Really?"

"Trust me." Clark replied with great certainty.

He changed into a complaining tone of Tucao: "Sometimes I really don't know where your self-confidence comes from. I always feel that you have misunderstood yourself quite a lot."

Bruce glared at him sternly.

Clark spread his hands, without the slightest intention of being frightened: "I'm telling the truth, you can even annoy Tim, the best talker, so why do you think you can handle it... Damian?"

"I raised four kids—especially Dick!" Bruce's eyes hardened a little, and he lowered his voice as if to prove himself.

Clark laughed outright.

Bruce felt offended, and he brought up a straightforward statistical comparison: "You've never raised a child."

So you have no idea what a difficult creature a child is, he thought offended.

Clark's shoulders trembled, and he used all his life's control to keep himself from laughing too much, or he might get kicked out of the gate by Bruce.

"Cough." He cleared his throat forcefully: "Dick...yes, I now know where your confidence comes from. I really hope you can talk to Ah Fu about the theory of raising four children."

He didn't know whether Dick was lucky or unlucky. His healthy growth really created a lot of misunderstandings for Bruce. Clark guessed that Bruce might think that when a child grows up, he needs to water it regularly and bury it in the soil. .

"You're right." Clark laughed enough, he naturally held Bruce's shoulder: "So I'm going to talk to Damian, the problem now is that I can't find him."

Quite strange.

Clark's ability is weak, but Damian will not seal himself in a lead box, not to mention he can't find the sound of Damian's heartbeat at all. The Batcave has a sound-absorbing device, but it's okay for Damian to use it. What is the sound absorber for?

Bruce's pupils narrowed slightly.

He asked in a deep voice, "Where did you find him?"

"In Gotham, I focused on the zoo, the art gallery, and Dick's safe house." Clark replied, "Then I used my super hearing to search for him all over the world—and found nothing."

"He may be in the League of Assassins." Bruce adjusted his cuffs: "After the League of Assassins is involved, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"I'm going to take a trip to the Middle East," he said. "You're going to help me make sure Jason and Dick don't hear from Damian anywhere."

Clark nodded.

It didn't take long before he heard the slight roar of the jet, the Batplane had been ejected from the tarmac, and Jason was making dessert with the old butler.

Clark originally planned to go directly to them, but after taking a few steps, he withdrew his stepping foot and looked out the window.

He still looked for it again.

With this in mind, Clark quietly left the manor through the side door alone, and he rode out the bicycle that Dick had kept in the warehouse in the past as a means of transportation.

Maybe he needs to change his mind, abandon the high technology of the Batcave and his own abilities, and act in the most primitive way. After all, this is Gotham, and it is entirely possible for him and Bruce to have accidents beyond their control.

As a reporter, he has investigated many incidents, and the easiest way to obtain clues is not profound - to look for witnesses.

He tried to drill into some places like Crime Alley, and tried to talk to the homeless, but no one had ever seen a little boy who fit the description—because of Damian's identity, Clark couldn't directly put Damian's Hand them the photo.

"...Thank you." Clark raised his hand at the homeless man, and continued to walk along the path. Go out from here, and you will soon be back on the main road.

Because he talked too much, Clark was a little thirsty, and there happened to be a vending machine not far away. He shook out a few coins from his body, walked to the vending machine, and prepared to buy a bottle of Coke.

He noticed a young man wearing a cloak and a wide hood next to him. He lowered his head. This action hid his face in the shadows. His fingers rested on the glass cabinet, probably picking out a drink.

—The plastic bottle rolled down.

Clark bent down and took out the Coke. He glanced at the young man without any trace. For some reason, he always felt that the young man looked familiar.

But if they had met before, Clark would definitely be able to recall that the memory of the super brain is in the form of images. The more he thought about it, the more strange it became, and the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

"Have we met before?" Clark showed a friendly smile. He touched his nose and asked tentatively, "I always feel like we know each other."

Clark was keenly aware that the opponent's body tensed for a moment, but he still looked calm. If Clark was incapable, he must have been fooled.

The young man remained silent throughout.

So Clark asked again, this time his tone was more polite than last time, and when he guessed whether the other party was unable to speak, he got a response.

"No."

This voice... No, it's the tone that sounds strange. Based on the dialect of the other party, Clark can tell that he is from a certain southern state, but there is always a sense of disobedience in his heart, and he can't suppress it no matter what.

"Sorry." He apologized honestly, bought another bottle of Coke, and handed it to the other party: "I recognized the wrong person."

The young man paused for a few seconds, raised his hand to take it, and the hand was briefly exposed from under the cloak, and Clark saw that the hand was covered with fine scars in an instant, with calluses on the fingertips, and some wounds between the nails. Dried blood.

Without thinking about it, he grabbed the wrist of that hand and yanked it in his direction.

Overwhelmed with surprise, his voice was a little higher than usual.

"—Damian?"

The hood still covered most of his face, and Clark could only see the curve of the opponent's jaw. If he was a little hesitant just now, it was basically confirmed now.

No wonder I couldn't find him.

The original Damian has not yet entered the developmental stage. Even though he has undergone transformation, he is still a child in every respect, and the child's heartbeat frequency is completely different from that after puberty. In this way, even if Damian stands in front of Clark, His super hearing couldn't tell either.

The last time Damian was killed by Talia, he had seen Damian's clone, which was a complete adult man, but now Damian is in the stage where his body has just ended... How big is Tom?

Anger ignited in Clark's heart little by little.

He didn't know what was going on with Damian at all—it was nothing more than the methods of the League of Assassins. It is not difficult to make a child grow up instantly, but... how dare they!

Damian's childhood itself was full of abnormalities and cruelties. Clark had never seen any child like Damian. He should have grown up normally and experienced the process from a child to an adult, even though his mind had already matured , but he should still enjoy this right!

"Clark." The accented dialect returned to the standard British pronunciation he was familiar with.

Damian took off his hood, his dark green eyes were extremely calm: "This is my own choice."