Clark has something to say

Clark's fingertips trembled slightly, he turned his face and said softly, "Something happened to you, right?"

There are only two people who can have such an influence on Damian, one is Bruce and the other is Dick.

Dick pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Clark: "Let me guess, you're injured, badly, enough to keep you from going on with your vigilante career—"

He paused deliberately.

Clark never took his eyes off Dick's face, so he noticed that the great blue bird's beautiful blue eyes blinked slightly after he finished speaking.

Very subtle movements.

Dick was as good at disguising as Bruce, but those tricks didn't work at all with Clark, who knew them as well as his own fingers.

Not to mention his ability to pick up the slightest change in expression, as long as Clark is willing, he is the best lie detector in itself.

Clark knew the answer immediately.

"You had an accident." He suppressed the pain, and said lightly, "Like Jason back then, I caused Bruce to lose his child again, and the unfortunate people this time..."

"……It's you."

In the end, his voice was so light that it almost disappeared into the air.

Putting the whole world in a bottle, just to achieve the goal that Tim narrates, it is bound to pay a countless price.

To test his limits, Clark ranked the important things in his life.

Himself, the people and cities he cares about, his planet.

He tried to cross out one by one.

Clark found he could only cross himself out.

The god on earth is never afraid of death, nor is he worried about enduring the torture of a long life, because the people and things he meets can be turned into support for him to move towards an uncertain future.

The super brain allows him to recall a certain second long, long ago at any moment.

Until now, Clark still remembers the shape of the hole he made when he smashed into the cornfield with the spaceship, and how Martha and Jonathan hugged him full of surprise.

He even remembered the temperature of Martha's arm.

In other words, no matter how much time has passed, he can rely on his super brain to obtain an immersive experience.

So he tried to imagine how his other self, after losing almost everything, cut off the few remaining fetters, and... Dick.

… When he first met Dick, he was a little robin who liked to hide in Bruce's cape and scare people.

Clark couldn't think anymore.

Dick suddenly broke out. He first grabbed Clark's collar, pulled it forward, and then squeezed the man's shoulder tightly: "That's not me!"

Until now, Dick didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't even know why he got a memory inexplicably.

He spent a lot of time thinking about the ultimate problem of who I am, but he searched the library of Wayne Manor and found only a bunch of hypotheses and paradoxes.

After all, no one has really experienced this before.

But that memory was so real that he once thought he was the Grayson who had died twice, so that every day he went out, he felt that the whole world seemed unreal.

But he is obviously alive, and there is a body when he touches himself. If he is Deathwing, where is the former Dick Grayson?

But that choice Tim made for him.

From the moment Clark knew, whoever he was, he could only be Dick Grayson, lucky enough to have a chance to spy on the future.

Clark leaned back against the sofa, raised his hand, and didn't know where to put it, and finally hung in the air awkwardly.

Dick squeezed Clark's wrist and put it on himself: "Look, I feel warm to the touch, and I'm right in front of your eyes, not some damn dead person!"

Clark tensed all his muscles for a moment, and he looked like he could attack this possibility in a second, but he had to stop here.

Dick took a deep breath.

He spoke loudly and anxiously: "Why do you blame yourself for those things? Why do you think that everything is caused by you?"

As he spoke, his voice became almost pleading: "That's just a memory, which can't explain anything. Now that the clown is dead, no matter what happens, that memory has nothing to do with you."

Clark nodded, then shook his head again.

Dick's fingers tightened suddenly: "Why are you shaking your head! That Grayson was purely careless—he didn't dodge the attack and fell, hitting the deadly part."

"...What are you blaming yourself for now...and it's because of me."

His tone gradually became weak: "It doesn't make sense at all."

Clark stared at him quietly, and after a moment of silence, he was about to speak.

Dick squeezed his wrist again: "Listen to me first!"

He reassessed his logic.

"Well, I can't reason with you, now you insist on thinking that I am a victim, okay, whatever you say, but since I am forced to be a victim, then I must have the power of a victim! "

Clark: "..."

The little robin half lying on his body has the meaning of you promise me quickly or I will make trouble all over his face.

He bent his eyes and followed the other party's meaning: "What power."

Dick: "...the power to find fault with you?"

He no longer gave Clark a chance to speak, and Gatlin blushed out: "Now I ask you to take care of my mental health, Clark, I absolutely cannot accept you because I have become as sad as Jason, If you're not happy, I won't be happy either."

This is all true.

Clark paused for a few seconds and sighed: "Get up first."

Dick clenched his hands even harder, staring at those blue eyes without blinking: "No."

Clark sighed again.

He gradually relaxed his body and skillfully pushed Dick down: "Don't—"

He originally wanted to say don't be coquettish, but later he thought it would be more appropriate to say don't be coquettish, but these two words were too strange for Ye Yi.

But now he is in a mess, and he can't find a suitable way to express it for a while.

But what Dick said is right, the current situation is so entangled, and the person I will hurt in the future will be the one who cares about him the most and loves him the most.

If he was sad, they felt the same way.

This is simply a vicious circle, precisely because their relationship is two-way, so once these relationships are mixed with shadows, in the end, no one can get out.

Clark closed his eyes.

He tried his best to wrap those emotions in his heart with a membrane, and then forced them to a certain corner.

"……All right."

Dick suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his voice froze: "You, you agreed?"

Clark: "Yeah."

Dick looked at him dubiously.

...is it really that easy?

As a member of Bruce's group, Dick has always been very open-minded, and after he passed the age when he was confronted with Bruce, he unconsciously took over the responsibility of the communication center.

Of course, only within their family.

But even Tim, who is the most indulgent of Bruce, has to work hard to get the slightest effect, let alone everyone else.

Clark didn't really feel like he could pull himself out, he just had to make Dick feel like he was out.

So he smiled: "Which time have I rejected you?"

Dick retorted him: "You refused to give me homework before, no, no, no, that was too long, to put it shortly—you refused to complete my social practice in college."

Clark: "Since you're studying me, seriously, you can't ask me to wear a tiny Batcave camera on my tie."

"There is a limit to laziness. As for your backup project, the transhuman research report...why not check Bruce's database."

He eased the atmosphere a little bit, and continued: "You also know that your experience with Bruce doesn't apply to me."

Dick tilted his head, still feeling a little unreal.

But he has a lot of hope for this, and he still has some blind trust.

Clark never lied to him, and Superman was originally a warm sun, nothing could bother him, no matter how bad things were, he would just be depressed for a while, shake the ashes off his body, and then drag his red cape in the sky Fly around.

Except for that turning point that changes everyone.

But now it’s different from the clown bombing the metropolis. Everyone is fine. As for their psychological problems-it’s normal for superheroes or vigilantes to have some psychological problems. After a long time, everyone can get on the right track.

So Clark can figure it out, too, he thought.

It's not that Dick is overly optimistic or easily credulous. If Bruce said this to him, he would treat him as if the other party was anesthetized and talking nonsense. When Clark said the same thing, the weight would be different.

He straightened his legs and shook his toes again: "...Since you said so, fine."

As much as he was willing to trust Clark, it was one thing to believe and quite another to be assured.

Dick grabbed the pillow next to him, covered half of his face, only his eyes were exposed, curled up his legs, and emphasized to Clark: "I really didn't pay the electricity bill."

Clark was slightly taken aback, smiled helplessly, and said softly, "You can stay here as long as you want."

Dick felt relieved, squinted his eyes, "Papa—" collapsed on Clark's sofa, and pushed Clark with his head: "You sleep on the sofa."

Clark didn't hesitate for a second: "No."

He took out the notebook from his bag, opened the document, and chatted with Dick about some messy things while typing, pretending to be writing a manuscript, but only he knew that he was typing incoherently, and it was very confusing.

"...so I've been..." As he was speaking, Clark's voice stopped abruptly. He listened carefully, and his expression became serious: "Dick, someone needs Superman."

Dick: "—you go."

Clark nodded, flew out of the bedroom with lightning speed, said goodbye to Dick in a hurry, and disappeared from the window.

He flies fast, but not to some supplicant in need of Superman.

He stopped in the thick clouds.

In this place where he was alone, the expression of the god on earth became blank bit by bit, and the red cloak, which always had an elegant curvature, no longer waved.

He was silent for a long time, until the frost gradually stained the toes of his boots.

—He glanced slowly at Gotham.