Clark has something to say

A cold sweat broke out on Clark's back.

He deliberated for a long time, but he couldn't decide whether Mr. Wayne had collapsed as a high-level social animal, or if he finally joined his bat family and gave up being a human being.

Tim's gaze was menacing.

Clark: "..."

He struggled for a while, and chose to stroke his hair. The purpose of the Man of Steel should be to roll happily in the sun, not to lie peacefully in the minefield.

"I believe in you." Clark showed a trusting smile, his face was sincere, and his tone revealed comforting meaning: "Sorry, I thought too much."

Tim stared blankly at Clark for a while without saying a word.

"No." He snapped back coldly, and replied in an unclear manner: "You don't believe me, don't lie to me, Clark, I'm not as easy to fool as Bruce, and your credibility is not as high as you think. "

Clark was at a loss for words.

He heard the hostility in Tim's words.

The word cheating is too serious, and because the person speaking is Red Robin, it suddenly seems a little heavier. Tim is more stable than Dick in a sense, so if he also starts to show aggression, it means The seriousness of the matter was deeper than he imagined.

He didn't understand what answer Tim wanted, so he quickly changed his words: "You're right."

Tim wrinkled his nose and calmly threw Clark's perfunctory back: "—so you think I'm abnormal."

Clark rubbed the back of his head.

How to go around and back to the original point?He tensed his nerves, his patience was worn out bit by bit, and he didn't intend to bear it anymore. To be honest, he had had enough of enduring for so many days. Respect is one thing, but every time the source of the weirdness will be traced to him body, that is another matter.

"It's not up to me." Clark shrugged. "It's like we can't ask a normal person sent to a mental hospital to prove that he is normal."

Normality itself is an extremely difficult standard to judge. The standards of the Middle Ages and modern times are different, and the standards of Gotham and Metropolis are different. Clark seldom judges whether someone is right, although he is still attacked by strange people. I will slander a few words in my heart.

But he knows that everyone's growth environment is very different. You can't ask a person who grew up in a greenhouse to understand a person who can't eat a full meal. How can we care about the requirements of universal values ​​on ordinary people?

If clowns are the standard of normality, then Tim is absolutely normal.

Tim looked at Clark blankly.

"I now know that your Pulitzer is fine." Tim said unhappily, "It happens that I'm good at both philosophy and literature, so you don't need to give me that set of definitions."

Then he pointed it out bluntly: "——I found that my treatment is much worse than other people's. When Damian was here just now, you didn't behave like this."

Clark has always had a conniving attitude towards Damian throughout the whole process. Even if he was threatened with weapons over and over again, he would probably have fought Damian earlier if he had been another person. The reason why they couldn't fight was entirely because Clark was too angelic.

Clark smiled at him: "Is there?"

After a few seconds of silence, Tim suddenly said, "...you're angry."

Tim changed his stance and looked at Clark carefully. The smile of the god on earth still has the power to move people's hearts, but in the final analysis, the divinity has nothing to do with the real Clark. He will be happy and troubled, and he will naturally be angry .

Clark stated calmly: "I'm not angry, it's just that I don't know what you want from me."

"Damian was also trying to get something from me, and obviously I couldn't give him what he wanted, and he realized that later."

Very sharp, Tim thought.

If it weren't for the inappropriate scene, he really wanted to applaud Clark and laugh at the self-righteous bastards he met these days-he is Superman, the whole world is invisible to him, and these people really feel that they Can you hide anything?

Clark would go to the Hall of Justice every day, or go to his companions to discuss the construction of the watchtower. It wasn't that he questioned Hal's group, but that they were really, really, really too obvious.

That is to meet Clark.

If Bruce were in Clark's position, he would try his best to find out the truth.

"You want me to define you."

Tim felt that Clark's eyes were inexplicably more transparent, and he heard the other party say in a voice stating what had happened, "It's like my evaluation can get you something... although I also don't know what you want Want something, but we all know it's impossible."

Tim repeated: "You're mad."

Clark: "..."

He sighed softly, and gave a concise answer: "Yes."

Superman is an angel even when he's angry, Tim thinks, tapping his toe on the ground: "So you did—Damian didn't piss you off, and now you're pissed on me."

Tim's every move was under Clark's nose, so Clark clearly noticed that the little red bird's jaw tightened a little, and his slightly flattened lip line added to his sense of grievance.

Like accusing him.Why are you doing this to me.

Clark: "..."

"I'm sorry." Clark slumped his shoulders: "I'm a little... impatient, I've been a little...so I sent him back to Wayne Manor."

"And you were the last one." He said honestly about his mistakes: "Plus these things, they upset me."

"But if Dick was standing here, you wouldn't treat him like this." Tim pulled the corner of his lips forcefully.

Clark didn't deny it.

He dissected himself very candidly: "I like all Robins, but my favorite Robin is the first one. Dick is different."

Tim wasn't surprised by this.

Everyone has the right to prefer something. Tim never insists on who prefers him. He doesn't understand why Jason refuses to accept this.

He also understands what it feels like not to be chosen.

But Clark seemed to be caught in embarrassment and guilt. Tim's rationality told him to say something to ease the atmosphere now, but he just didn't bother to do so.

He could see that Clark was quite tired. A Kryptonian under the yellow sun shouldn't feel this way. Maybe it was the strange treatment from other people one after another, like a stone pressing on his lungs, making him unable to breathe.

But he just couldn't do the thing of exposing people's scars. Facing his scarred and broken friends, no matter how many questions he had, he could only swallow them.

Because of this, Clark would be angry at his pressing questions, maybe the Kryptonians are already on the verge of the limit——

Clark struggled to overcome his psychological suffocation for a while.

As Tim said, he was normal, and Tim showed a completely different state than what Clark had experienced before.

And that confuses Clark even more.

It stands to reason that Bruce should be the most difficult to deal with, but Batman himself lives by faith. After the conversation under the moonlight that night, that faith was strengthened beyond 01:30, and he never felt a little bit confused after that. A bat always knows what he wants.

Diana didn't need him much more.

Although Clark has a very good relationship with his superhero companions, except for Diana, the Bat Family who really gets involved in his private life - unlike other superheroes with double-sided lives, their home is occupied by vigilantes. Too many to be called abnormal.

So Clark spent a lot of time here.

Everyone has different pillars to support themselves to go on. Jason cares more about Bruce, and as long as Dick lives in peace and stability for everyone, what Damian wants is in him, and he can't give it, but Damian also There is such a pillar.

Only Tim, he blended into the present life without almost a second delay.

Yes, blend in.

Clark is no fool, he senses that everyone else's actions convey a sense of disconnection from reality that Tim doesn't.

But that doesn't mean Tim has no problems, it could just be that he's just too sane, or too sane, and Tim is trying to keep his life from derailing while the people around him get in the way.

In the end it was Tim who broke the silence first.

He bent down, picked up the bag he had just thrown away, and said calmly, "Goodbye, Clark, I'm going back to rest."

Clark saw Tim's reluctance to talk more, he swallowed, and put his hand on Tim's shoulder: "It's like this, Tim..."

"stop."

Tim cuts off Clark calmly: "I don't need a heart-to-heart."

"Sometimes, people do unexpected things out of impulse." Tim gestured to Clark for the bag in his hand: "I'm not lying, I really don't need it."

"I believe you have plans for the future. Damian's problem is very complicated. Don't get close to him."

Clark clenched his fist and released it, then rubbed his fingers: "I know."

"Back to the previous topic." Clark said: "There are enough weird things, there is no need for more."

He pressed his lower teeth with his tongue and mumbled: "Can you tell me what happened?"

Tim: "..."

He's subtly feeling a little unbalanced, and it's nice not to have to go through the "chat," but if the trade-off is that he has to be the one who pokes the window paper—

"I'm sure these things have something to do with me."

Tim thought for a while.

His way of thinking has always been unique, and he doesn't have the idea that other people must hide it from Clark. He can hide it, after all, that memory was too cruel to Clark.

Superman needs protection, but this method is not necessarily suitable.

He raised his eyes and collided with Clark's nervous and anxious eyes. In his impression, Clark had never been like this time, like a trapped animal.

Clark waited for Tim to give him an answer, but Tim turned and walked towards the exit of the path, walking slowly and leisurely.

As long as he didn't get an explicit refusal, he regarded Tim as the default.

So he followed Tim silently, and didn't suggest sending him home at super speed. According to the direction they were going, Tim didn't plan to go back to Wayne Manor at all.

They stopped in front of a small house. The anti-theft door used an old-fashioned lock. Tim slowly took out the key from his bag, inserted it into the lock hole, and turned the door open.

"—You can understand that we all got a memory."