Clark has something to say

Clark opened his mouth, and there were many words stuffed in his chest, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he almost said helplessly, "I never knew."

In places he has never touched, how many unknown appearances does Bruce hide?No, it's not that it's unknown, it's just that he doesn't know it.

Clark suddenly understood why Selena always glanced at him with eyes that made him uncomfortable, and also realized why Gotham people had such a subtle attitude towards the Justice League.

To them, Batman is the city of Gotham itself, he can go all the way down into the mud and enjoy dangerous and wonderful things with them, Batman is a criminal, a madman, an unrealistic ideal In short, it is not the same existence as the Superman in Metropolis.

Bruce laughed again.

He tilted his head, flicked his fingers lightly, and the ash fell lightly on the table: "This is my secret."

But if you want to watch at night, Clark can't imagine how Bruce can do it, how can there be a person like what he said, and at the same time be Batman, Batman must be indestructible, but through Bruce's description, only one can be spelled out. Scarred people.

It's so easy to understand, Bruce's eyes dimmed.

He doesn't even need what he learned from Lei Xiaogu, he can guess Clark's mind clearly. The small town boy never hides from him, and he doesn't even need to knock on the door to enter his world. It makes people chill, but the owner is a gentle and soft cuddling bear.

"I'm not always like that either."

Bruce crossed his legs and flicked his fingers aimlessly in the drawer. He is a person who has little desire to talk, and he is very uncomfortable exposing his inner side: "I also have a pretty happy life, don't think about me. Become a masochist."

Clark glanced at the wine on the table.

There was still more than half of the liquor left just now, but now there is only a shallow bottom.

He suddenly realized that Bruce's leisurely and comfortable movements were actually the last resort he sought when he was in so much pain that he couldn't escape. He even showed his pain so calmly... so suppressed.

Bruce's self-destruction process is not as vigorous as a star's sudden destruction and explosion, but a long and desperate demise, quietly extinguished, and then burned out when no one knows.

Bruce lit another cigarette.

"I'm not your responsibility, Clark, you can't stand others suffering in a corner you don't know about, once you know, then you will regard helping them as your duty, your responsibility."

He thought for a moment, but still did not comment, but said, "But Clark is equally important."

He said calmly: "You still don't understand what you mean. Luther saw the flood that submerged the earth. He regarded you as something similar to a natural disaster, but this kind of disaster will think..."

Bruce fell silent abruptly.

Clark didn't hear the following, he waited for a while, and urged: "What about you? Bruce, do you think the same?"

In the process of waiting for the answer, the intermittent seconds became extremely tormented.

"No." Bruce said as he poured wine into the glass, "I see the belief that made me choose to be Batman."

He saw light from Clark, and this light exists everywhere, including Gotham, which is gradually rotting, but when all the light converges on one person, it is unprecedented and unheard of, so Clark is Superman.

He is not God.

From the day Bruce became Batman, he was willing to believe in the bright side of human nature. If he didn't believe it, Batman would not have existed in the first place, but the city of Gotham is too decayed, and Batman's symbolic appearance is actually Is a real person.

Bruce has lost a lot, and his whole life has been a constant process of losing.

He's just as tired, he's just as dazed, the root of his self-destructive tendencies is the guilt that torments him day and night, he kills innocent lives, he gets involved with people who shouldn't be related, he tortures himself Why there are omissions--

Then Superman's presence tells him that what you did didn't mean nothing.

Clark let Bruce know how good a person can be, and his once-shaken beliefs were strengthened again. His unrealistic ideals turned into reality in a person, and became something within reach.

Clark's brain went blank, and he felt that his language control center was broken. He uttered a few meaningless onomatopoeia words, his blue eyes were filled with shock, and he never took his eyes off Bruce's face for a moment.

Bruce smiled lazily: "You want to save everyone, Clark. If crucifying you can make the world better, I believe you will be the first to crucify yourself."

"Everyone," he repeated in a low voice, like a sigh.

Clark stammered: "No, no—"

"You can't save everyone, Clark." Bruce's expression remained unchanged: "I would never say that, it's already arrogant enough."

"I don't have your power, I can only think about not losing anyone, bad things are happening in Gotham every day, I can stop the mental patients from leveling the city with guns, I can destroy the Falcone family, but I can't Stop a homeless kid from working for a gang just to survive."

"I can't do it." He admitted his powerlessness very frankly: "I have to accept the fact that I can't do it."

Bruce put the cup back on the table, feeling the irritating liquid burn from the throat to the stomach, he paused: "I don't think anyone will think that Superman is a pessimist, including yourself, you are willing to believe in others, Believe that human beings will get better, but in your subconscious, you know that your actions are futile."

It sounds contradictory, but Bruce knows Clark knows what he means.

He tapped Clark's chest and said flatly, "You're so smart."

Clark is a complete pessimist, that's why he made such an extreme choice when Metropolis exploded before his eyes. That super brain knows very well that human beings will not get better, and Superman can make their lives better , but cannot alter their nature.

The driving force behind being a superman lies in his compassion and justice, in that he can't bear to watch them struggle in their predicament, that's all.

Clark swallowed dryly.

He had the feeling that his soul had been ripped apart, and then exposed to the violent sunlight.

But this feeling is also so comfortable, like a person who is always groping and stumbling in the dark, suddenly knowing that there is always someone like him, and his back is always in front, no matter what time he will not be alone.

It's good to have Bruce, and Clark purses his lower lip slightly.

He has always taken Bruce as Batman for granted. Before he became Superman, Bruce was already Batman. When he became Superman, Batman would have Robin. Take things that existed at that time as a matter of course.

"You're the same as me." Clark said dully, "About... futility."

He didn't want to be offensive anymore, Bruce had paid so much, he shouldn't have used the word futile.

"I know." Bruce said calmly, he didn't think he was offended: "But I can always think of good things."

How ridiculous, Clark thought.

Who would have thought that Batman was a hopeless optimist and an idealist?What on earth is he insisting on——Obviously, as long as he let himself go, he can live a good life, what on earth is he relying on to persist for so many years in a ghostly place like Gotham——

"Because I'm doing the right thing." Bruce exhales smoke.

Clark stared at him absent-mindedly: "The reason why you insist on fighting me is because you think you are right? When even Damian no longer admits your correctness, fighting a crazy Kryptonian, why can you ..."

so firm.

"Not at all."

He didn't want to explain, but Clark cared about the topic, so he rubbed his fingers reluctantly: "I always think that everyone should be free."

Clark gradually understood.

Batman itself is the embodiment of the spirit of rebellion. He is not willing to obey, whether it is obedience to power or comfort. He does not obey authority. He resists all authority that is whitewashed with correctness. Based on the concept, or become someone's believer.

As time passed, the alcohol in his body gradually took effect, Bruce blinked his eyes, his head was a little dizzy, under normal circumstances he should open another bottle, and then let the consciousness blur little by little, and the heavy body can also be light .

The aftereffects of previous alcoholism slowly surfaced.

He turned his face and glanced at the wine cabinet, feeling agitated for no reason. Maybe today's conversation should stop here. Clark can help Ah Fu bake afternoon tea first, or go to the garden to water the flowers.

He took another look.

Clark naturally noticed the change in Bruce. He stretched out his hand, took the first step to hold the glass on the table, and then pushed the empty bottle: "Enough, let's talk about the Ship of Theseus."

After every single plank on a ship has been replaced, the ship is still not the same ship, and Bruce raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling even more irritated.

Ah...why did he play the role of a psychiatrist before? Bruce shook his toes, looked away, with a strangely indifferent expression: "Yes."

"I don't understand." Bruce spoke a lot faster: "Why are you so arrogant that you want to confuse him with you? He is not you. The premise of the Ship of Theseus is that the planks are replaced, but you don't get the memory, you The planks are still the original planks.”

He said sadly: "That's just a possibility for you, just don't do it, this problem should bother me, not you—"

"So you are indeed being troubled." Clark looked straight into Bruce's eyes: "You are wondering who you are."

Bruce eyed him blankly.

"Are you okay?" After a while, he said in a bad tone, "Go out."

Clark shrugged, and he moved the empty wine glass on the table towards him: "You can always convince me, but I still want to stay here for a while."

He paused, and gestured to the soft bed with his chin: "Do you want to change it?"