Clark has something to say

Clark holds an umbrella over Dick's head.

In the middle of the night, Dick ran downstairs to his house alone and sat alone on the bench. His hair, which was soft and fluffy, was now wet by the rain and sticky into locks. Seeped into the fabric of his body.

Clark couldn't stand it anymore, and brushed the top of the opponent's head with his hand, only to get wet on his hand.

He wanted to sigh again.

Clark rarely felt the emotion of fear, and the last time he was genuinely afraid was when he suddenly realized that he was actually a Kryptonian.

Although his best friend uses fear as a weapon, he has never been afraid of Batman. Even when Bruce beat the building with a kryptonite spear, he only felt aggrieved.

But now, just imagining the future that Tim had shown him, he had to grit his teeth with all his strength to shut out the wail that echoed in his chest.

Can he make up for something?

This idea is like an invisible cage, he bumps into it, but he can't find a way out, he really hopes there is a way to let him go to that future, so as to stop something.

Super listening is constantly capturing key words. Clark has heard a lot of comments about Superman, which he usually ignores, but this time, he developed a strong self-loathing.

He failed the people who trusted him.

Clark turned off the super hearing.

He tried to rebuild himself, but the pain was so constant that it tormented him all the time, the pain caused by kryptonite was nothing compared to it, and if anyone else was around now, they would be surprised to find that the gods among men were trembling— He bowed his back, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

After a sudden palpitation passed, Clark wanted to wash his face, and when he got up, he glanced beside him inadvertently.

The curtains on the living room window were not drawn properly.

He walked over, and before he could pull the curtain cords, he found Dick listlessly huddled in the chair, looking from his perspective like a stray cat in a box, and getting wet.

Clark was stunned for a moment.

Then he saw Dick look up, take a little sniff, and lower his eyes.

——In an instant, Clark's mind went blank. He grabbed the umbrella, and by the time he realized it, he was already downstairs.

Dick shrank his neck, inexplicably guilty: "Clark."

After he read the other party's name, he didn't know what to say. There was a villain in his heart who told him to run away, lest he completely mess up his relationship with Clark. In reality, he was frozen in place. ,like a statue.

Clark: "Yeah."

Dick stared at Clark without blinking. After a moment, he nodded, still looking bewildered.

Clark didn't plan who to spend this time with. He didn't even call Martha. He also turned off the Justice League's communicator, leaving only the emergency channel.

He wanted Dick to go home.

He was about to speak, but Dick seemed to catch his mind, and spoke a step ahead, he bit the bullet and said nonsense: "I... I didn't pay the electricity bill, and I didn't drive. It's so late, I don't want to disturb Ah Fu."

As was Dick's usual behavior, the more overwhelmed he was, the more inappropriately humorous he was, but this time he wasn't in the mood either, he just looked up into Clark's blue eyes pleadingly.

He paused: "Please, Clark, you need me, you obviously still have a lot to know.

After finishing speaking, he added another patch: "It's just for me."

Dick knew how to make Clark irresistible, and no matter what happened to Clark, he was always the god who would sacrifice himself for others.

And it wouldn't be a lie, he really needed some alone time with Clark.

Sure enough, Clark was stunned for a moment, silently patted him on the back, and pushed him lightly.

**

Clark was drying Dick's hair. He took a clean and soft towel, covered the big blue bird's head, and rubbed vigorously.

When it was almost dry, he found another set of old pajamas from the closet: "The hot water has been placed."

"Not now."

Dick changed it absently, then dug out a few bags of instant hot cocoa from a drawer, and went to the kitchen to fetch two mugs with the Batman logo on them.

He forced the brewed hot chocolate into Clark's hand.

"Thank you."

Clark took a sip, and the heat rolled down the esophagus into the stomach, but it didn't bring much warmth.

Dick sat down on the couch next to him.

Despite Dick's promise that he'll tell you everything, Clark doesn't rush to ask questions, trying to keep his defenses up until the end of the conversation—

Dick was holding the cup in a daze, his fingers brushing the bat logo on the cup.

"What have I done to you?"

Dick shrugged, trying to play dumb, "Clark, you have to have some confidence in yourself, you are one of the best people in the world for me."

Clark barely rolled his eyes so as not to pierce him.

He recalled how Dick had just recovered his memory, he was so exhausted that he would collapse in the next second, and just seeing his existence, he would unconsciously fall into panic.

He raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "Dick, I remember."

The big blue bird suddenly wilted.

The purpose of his coming here is to let Clark have someone to accompany him, but if he refines that memory to Clark, it means that the shackles set by the gods on earth will be much heavier.

Dick: "I'm different from them. To be precise, you didn't do anything to me, but I let you..."

Lost Diana, the last person who supported you unconditionally.

He looked away: "...I'm not good to you."

On the whole, Kar-El made an unforgivable mistake. He violated the principle, but from another perspective, he is only Clark Kent and Dick Grayson.

His death made Clark, who was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, completely desperate.

When he came back to life, he knew that Clark never stopped mourning him.

When he was still in the soul body, before going to Damian, he couldn't help but look at Clark first—for Bruce's plan, he didn't dare to show his body shape.

But he saw with his own eyes that the god on earth was sitting on a chair with his head bowed, looking at the thin piece of paper again and again.

The report was crumpled by Clark.

Then he searched the Hall of Justice again and again, and finally, he returned to the podium and opened a small drawer.

Then, he took out a notebook filled with various ghostly symbols from it, and took out a small photo from it.

The tall man took it out with great care, rubbed it with his thumb, and then carefully pinched it back.

Dick paused suddenly.

That's the picture on his police ID.

As a vigilante in Bludhaven, Dick subconsciously hides his traces. There are many photos of him in Clark's small apartment, and there are a lot of them in Wayne Manor.

Except for these two places he thinks are the safest places, he usually avoids the cameras. As for the house he rented in Bludhaven, it is just a foothold.

But the apartment in Metropolis was wiped out with a bang, and the information in Wayne Manor was also cleaned up by Bruce starting the self-destruct process.

So much so that even the Supreme Head of State at that time could not find a second photo.

He almost hugged Clark in the back and told him I was back.

——I am back with this sentence, but he has never had a chance to say it.

And when he saw Clark again, the first thing he said was, you are such a jerk.

The god on earth, smeared with the flames of war, looked at him deeply without saying a word, and moved his lips slightly, but did not make a sound.

Dick swallowed.

Unprepared, an overly warm hand patted his back.

"You did the right thing," Clark said. "Don't say that again."

Dick said urgently, "You don't know—"

"You chose Bruce." Clark said calmly, "That's good."

Dick stumbled and explained: "I didn't just choose Bruce, I caused Diana to be seriously injured, and I got you locked up..."

Clark's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It was a war." Clark said, "From the time I made my choice, Bruce was destined to be my enemy. Even the things that I can understand now-he must also understand."

"So he won't hate you at all for choosing Bruce."

Clark slightly bent the corners of his lips: "He knew long ago that you would not be on his side."

"Anything can happen on the battlefield. If the responsibility is held, only Superman can be blamed. He is the culprit that caused all this."

Dick's lips paled a little.

Clark has a super brain, but he keeps ignoring it, and Clark's gullibility makes him always come across as silly.

He now understood what Tim meant when Clark knew everything.

"...It's just that I don't understand." Clark said slowly, "Why did Damian choose me?"

——Why did Damian look at him with that dazed look.

Once Tim lifts that veil, it's easy for him to figure out where everyone stands and how they're going to respond to a dictatorial Superman.

Except Damian.

Damian is unlike any bat cub, and his attitude towards Bruce is almost admiration.

The surname Aogu itself is the throne piled up by countless blood donation bones. He is incompatible with Robin because of Bruce and Dick.

Therefore, he is the one least likely to leave Bruce, second only to Alfred.

Dick felt his bones suddenly freeze into ice, which made him ache all over.

He thought more than once, if he hadn't been negligent then, if only he had paid more attention to Damian.

...is everything different?

If he is still alive, first of all, he can control Damian, so that Bruce will not directly deny the meaning of Damian to him, and he can also hold Bruce so that he will stop stabbing Clark's scarred heart .

At least he won't directly push the out-of-control god from hell to a deeper place.

Sensing Dick's reaction, Clark gradually realized something.

Intense fear surged into his brain, and those blue eyes, like the clear sky, were now like two shattered glass beads.

He could hardly meet Clark's eyes.