Clark has something to say

Clark is often quite overwhelmed by Bruce's sudden changes in attitude, it's not uncommon for him to say nothing and then throw a thunderbolt, not to mention the huge fire/powder smell when they disagree, Batman kind of The natural look in his eyes can always ignite all his anger.

But this time is different.

He clearly felt that after he finished speaking, Bruce switched several emotions in an instant, similar to whether you are sick to you are absolutely crazy, and then suddenly realized, and finally turned into a seemingly Thoughtful, but the expression that made the hairs on his back stand on end.

He judged whether the hair on his back was due to the double impact of that memory and Bruce's honesty.

Sadly, it isn't.

He has never been good at cutting dead ends, as Bruce said, the confusion he is currently encountering is similar to a natural phenomenon, and there is no other way but to accept it. At the same time, Bruce showed him a new way of thinking, in a short period of time, except To treat those companions who were stabbed by the future in a different way, he himself is fine.

And now it seems that Bruce has a bigger problem than him.

If he didn't know that Bruce had been using this kind of method to alleviate the suffering before, he could have left directly, but now that he knew, he couldn't pretend that nothing happened.

Looking at it this way... There are too many wine bottles in the master bedroom, even an unsealed bottle of whiskey is placed by the bedside. He used to think that it was not surprising to collect anything in a wealthy manor of this level, and he never cared about it After all, he participated in auctions before, and a bottle of wine could fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars, and there were enough strange things in Wayne Manor.

Bruce needs a healthy life, and at times like this he needs to get a good night's sleep and not drown himself in alcohol.

Bruce's gaze grows menacing.

Clarke can easily think of people with withdrawal symptoms he has helped. Bruce's state is not so extroverted, but he does become more aggressive due to some normal physiological changes, plus he is good at endurance...

Maybe except for those who are very familiar with Bruce, others only think that Mr. Wayne is in a bad mood today, and his powerful position allows everyone to tolerate all his bad habits.

So far, no one knows that Bruce Wayne's depravity is not the kind of "depravity" that can only be enjoyed by enjoying the privileges of the rich.

I'm not going anywhere today, Clark thought.

He stood up, pointed to the soft bed, and said in a very strong tone, "Alcoholism is not the only way."

Bruce's face froze for a moment.

He opened his eyes and looked at Clark carefully, but Superman looked impeccably serious, and damn it, the man was so damn sincere that he wasn't even joking.

What is wrong with him.

Bruce asked himself incredulously, could someone really decide to commit suicide just because his friend was about to drink?Even Superman is too much, he doesn't dislike using an overload of pleasure to wash his brain, and Clark is fine, Kryptonians are impeccable in terms of ability and physical strength——

Thinking of this, he was slightly moved again.

It doesn't matter, it's just a show. Although Clark is from a small town, his concept is not small town at all. You know, he can't face a slime monster with hundreds of tentacles and Constance Ding sends his blessing, but Clark can.

Maybe being in Kryptonian culture is similar to eating and drinking water, just like his previous relationship with Selena.

Diana didn't seem to be very resistant, his thoughts wandered a little bit.

"Are you sure?" Bruce leaned back, flashing a flawless smile.

"I'm sure." Clark replied without hesitation.

He even proved himself with actions, he grabbed the other's arm and lifted him away, and Bruce didn't show any resistance during the whole process, but the expression on his face became even weirder.

It wasn't until he was about to tuck Bruce into the bed that the other party said: "I need to take a shower first, I don't like wearing a uniform in the bedroom, dragging the cape to the bed, this bed is useless, I believe you don't like it either .”

Clark frowned and looked at him: "You have a lot of requests."

Thinking about his metropolitan apartment, thank goodness for a bed that was almost solid and not ruined by his unconscious mind while he slept, what's wrong with sleeping in a uniform?He wears his uniform under his shirt every day, and sleeps in it during his lunch break.

He didn't pay much attention to washing the sheets himself, let alone Bruce and Alfred.

Bruce looked at him in bewilderment, and after a moment, he looked away.

"Up to you." He said, "I respect your preference, but I want to take a shower first."

He thought that what he was going to get was Clark, and it was even better now that he could get the god of the world. According to his own experience in the future, the touch of Kryptonian fabrics is very interesting. Bruce has some bad preferences for sex, which is not surprising, but the body and When the Kryptonian fabric touches, the cool and slippery taste always has a kind of happiness outside of him.

Ah, no, he was already playing outsiders.

Delicate, but there is something cold about every inch of skin, but in business, Clark is not like a boy scout at all, he can see out people's brains, and his body will ignite with his movements. The flame, burning from the inside out, is in stark contrast to the outward feeling.

Staring at Bruce's back, Clark's eyes became more serious.

It's a very subtle feeling, no, it should be said to be his illusion.

Super hearing can capture the sound of rushing water, and he can imagine how the water droplets shattered on the man's body. It is also a torment for him to stay in the bedroom now. Clark forced himself not to pay attention to the bathroom the sound, and focus on this bedroom.

He rarely comes to this bedroom. The bedroom that Bruce opened to him is next to the corridor on the first floor. Robins often go to rest together. There is a secret door to the Batcave. A bed is enough.

And this room is in a deeper part of Wayne Manor, and Bruce often brings people back, first of all, the soft sofa. He sits on the sofa and carefully unfolds a piece of crumpled cloth that replaces the sofa cover.

After the cloth was uncovered, he saw two side-by-side depressions on the sofa cushion, and a handprint was scratched against the velvet on the armrest.

He roughly estimated that the distance between the pit and the fingerprint was exactly one meter——

He suddenly realized how these traces were left.

Clark swallowed.

Not right.

It seemed like he shouldn't be here, no, why would Bruce allow him to stay—he let himself float a few centimeters indistinctly, rubbed it out, and glanced up.

What caught his eye was a wrapped horizontal stick. He had never seen this kind of design before. Out of curiosity, he walked over and pulled it. It was not well packaged, just like the owner messed up. Twist something to wrap it up and wrap it around a few times.

Clark touched it.

"You like this thing?" Bruce raised his eyebrows high.

Clark withdrew his hand like lightning, and turned around awkwardly. Bruce just rubbed his hair with a towel and stroked it back, without drying it. He casually put on a bath towel, but basically nothing happened. cover up.

Clark took a step back: "I like it."

"This is..." He pinched his fingers, feeling ashamed of being caught by someone else's things: "Do you use it for exercise?"

Bruce said inexplicably: "Of course not, it is used to hang horizontally or hang up."

Clark coughed and nodded seriously.

My heart panicked.

This is Wayne Manor, not Smallville's barn, and it doesn't make sense to think that not a single sheep will be hung up to be shaved——

Bruce asked again, "Would you like to try?"

"No, thank you." Clark's refusal blurted out. He must have made a perfect decision. In order to escape this weird atmosphere, he pushed Bruce's arm and motioned him to go to bed and rest.

Bruce moved to the other end of the bed in a light gesture.

Very well, Clark thought seriously, and to be honest he was worried that Bruce would push him away and continue to ruin his career, and I have to say he felt a huge sense of accomplishment now, and he believed that it was everyone's turn. Again, the man obediently complied with your request—

Bruce tapped the empty space beside him impatiently with his fingers: "Come up."

Clark: "...me?"

This is really not right.

However, many of the people he saved liked to be hugged by him for a while, especially when they were still in shock. Many people said that it was similar to being hugged by the sun. Clark guessed that it was caused by his biological force field. Speaking of which, Dick liked to occupy him. This may be the reason for the apartment.

Just switch to Bruce... that's all.

He leaned over, let himself lie on his side in surprise and uncertainty, and moved his red cloak to a farther place.

Clark didn't touch the sheets completely, and there was still a slight distance between his body and the bed, which was almost invisible, but it did exist.

Bruce sat on the head of the bed, with one leg half-bent. He recalled the experience in his memory—it wasn’t troublesome at first, and usually there wasn’t much prelude. Thinking about it, his body began to yearn for something, A burst of irritability burned down the base of the tongue to the throat.

He tugged on the red cloak, and the slightly electrified feeling in his hand made him very excited.

Clark took the quilt, wrapped his head around Bruce, and tried not to expose the other side except his head, then grabbed another quilt to cover himself, put his arms across the quilt roll that belonged to Bruce, and wrapped him up. Hold firmly.

Bruce: "..."

What kind of novel play is this?

Look at this huge bed, the two of them take up less than one-eighth of it, and the remaining seven-eighths can fit a Batmobile!He moved his eyes, staring blankly into Clark's face.

The god on earth paused and smiled at him.

His smile can make all his media praise him tirelessly for a whole month, the quiet and dim light adds a very unreal filter to him, and those baby blue eyes are too gentle, just seeing He can't help but soften.

Bruce closed his eyes, squeezed out a furious voice through his teeth, and asked in disbelief, "——Do you want to sleep with me?"

……

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Clark slammed into the mattress.