Clark has something to say

Great, Bruce thought.

He's going to crave alcohol again now, so long as he's driving himself out of his wits, whatever the Boy Scout can say.

He pinpointed the timing, just before Clark opened his mouth: "No matter what you want to say, I don't want to hear it now."

Clark: "..."

nest fire.

"I listened to everything you said just now." He tried to reason with this unreasonable person: "You should at least be fair."

Bruce sneered.

"Then are you better now?" He asked gracefully, "It's better temporarily, but how will it help you in the long run?"

"Don't bother me." He muttered in a low voice, and unceremoniously rolled the quilt aside.

Clark's whole body was exposed to the air and felt chilly.

He pushed Bruce's shoulder, each time with greater force, and the last time he pushed the other person around, and he didn't stop until Bruce struggled out of the quilt.

"Do you usually treat people on this bed like this?" Clark tried not to sound too much like a cheated little boy, but his voice was unconsciously getting higher and higher: "We, we just now..."

He faltered, unable to find the right words to describe the overdone air play before, he could only muffle his voice and stare at Bruce with unhappy eyes.

"Youfuckedme." Bruce still maintained his expressionless face, his voice was calm and steady, and he couldn't see how vulgar he was saying: "Need me to tell you how to spell this word?"

Clark gasped.

"We slept!" he yelled. "Why are you talking like we've slept many times?"

Because I've slept in a lot of fucking times, Bruce thought.

His face is getting more and more gloomy, this experience is really the first time for him, the first time after waking up, he will face a Kryptonian accusing him with grief-stricken eyes, as if he just cheated him of his farm and loneliness In the fortress, he didn't even leave a small robot for him.

He drank the liquid in the cup impatiently, scratched his hair, and didn't intend to continue this topic at all, but when he moved his body, he felt as if his bones were being torn apart, so that his movement towards the bed was a bit strange and subtle.

Clarke is still complaining: "And those things, really, those things are so evil, did you take them off the Batmobile?"

Bruce smiled at him fake. "Next time I'll take it off the Batmobile."

Clark raised his voice once more: "—and next time?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and he stared at Clark for a while without saying a word. Just as the two were confronting each other, the window next to the big bed was knocked, and each sound was very rhythmic.

Clark turned his head abruptly.

The hand outside the window looked very familiar to him, slender and smooth, without any calluses, exactly the same as his own hand.

The corners of Bruce's eyes twitched, he turned back to the bed, shook the quilt calmly, and covered himself again.

"I'm going in." The person outside the window knocked twice politely: "I should have come earlier, but it's not too late now."

The window carved with exquisite patterns was pushed open.

Bruce sighed, crossed his arms, and resisted the urge to complain: "Diana."

Diana came in lightly from the window, wrinkling her nose: "I thought there was no secret between us."

She stroked Clark's arm jokingly: "Now we have something in common again."

She blinked her left eye: "Aren't those things interesting?"

Clark: "..."

He easily understood Diana's implication, which made his face turn blue and red, and finally freeze on disbelief, with strong emotions almost overflowing from his blue eyes.

"You..." Clark said with difficulty, "When? When did you..."

Bruce finally rolled his eyes solidly, he looked away, and perfunctorily elbowed the little reporter who opened the door to the new world beside him: "Diana will not refuse you, and neither will I. In fact, we are all very happy. Like Superman's - as a safe/word."

Diana: "On Paradise Island, we never shy away from being happy, just like my father."

Clark: "..."

Help!How could he ignore that Diana's father was actually Zeus, and only one god supported most of Zeus in Greek mythology!

He was choked for a long time and couldn't say a word. Finally, Bruce changed the subject thoughtfully. He rubbed his sore neck: "Diana, what's the matter with you?"

"Not at all." The Amazon Goddess said easily, her expression remained the same as always: "It's just that I want to see you."

"And I owe you an apology."

Bruce froze for a few seconds, then laughed.

He lazily fell backwards, pulled Clark's cloak comfortably, put it in a ball behind him, and said helplessly: "Princess, you know you shouldn't be the one who apologizes."

Diana remained silent, and slightly bent her eyes.

She quickly lifted Bruce into the bed a little bit, and after a certain space was vacated, she fell down briskly. She didn't take off her boots, she stepped on the bed wearing them, and took off the Starlight Crown and held it in her hand , turned twice.

Bruce paused, his body slid down automatically, and he put his head on Diana's lap again, and Diana used her fingers to run through the man's soft hair as usual.

Clark sighed, "Oh."

He crossed Diana with his upper body and reached for the bottle of wine on Bruce's bedside table. He needed this more than anyone now. When he just held the bottle, Bruce gave him a rather stern look: "Go to the wine yourself." Cellar, this is the last bottle in this bedroom."

"Just helping each other," Diana said. "My society doesn't have your rules. Don't you think it's nice to ravage/ravage Batman?"

"Thank you, princess." Bruce replied absently.

Clark withdrew his hand, looked at Diana, then at Bruce, and covered his face as if avoiding: "I'm definitely dreaming."

Diana was amused, and she wrapped her arms around Clark's chest naturally: "Clark, I can tell you very clearly that the memories we have won will not change anything."

Clark made a whimpering sound in his throat.

"I promise, our relationship will not change in any way." Diana said softly: "Just like before, the next time Bruce changes into his dirty bum suit, I don't have to." Take the trouble to find him in Gotham."

It is difficult for her to find an accurate word to describe the connection between the three of them, but there is no doubt that they are each other's most reliable backing during the battle, and most of their free time on weekdays gathers together and chats Insignificant and boring little things.

This kind of meaningless killing time can make everyone happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Paradise Island has a saying of soul mates, she glanced at the two people beside her.

"Hey!" Bruce opened his eyes wide and protested dissatisfiedly: "It's not that dirty."

Clark was strangely appeased, and getting this assurance made him feel a lot more at ease. From the current point of view, everything is developing in a good direction. He took a deep breath, half complaining and half wronged: "I also thought that there is something wrong between us. No secrets—when?"

Diana kneaded Bruce's earlobe intermittently: "It's quite early, I knew Bruce much earlier than you, and I didn't deliberately hide it from you, but these things are not important."

Clark reluctantly accepted the answer: "Okay."

Diana pulled Bruce's hand over again, played with the other's fingers, and kept pumping/inserting between the man's fingers.

"Say it." She lowered her eyes, and her fingers pulled a small piece of mantra lasso from her waist, quickly on Bruce's wrist, and Bruce didn't react at all.

For a moment, Diana felt the muscles on her legs tense.

"Diana." Bruce pulled his hand hard, but was lightly held down by the Goddess of War. He said vigilantly, "We agreed..."

"We agreed to only use the lasso of truth on the bed." Diana smiled: "Now it's the bed."

Clark: "..."

He couldn't listen anymore, he felt that he would never be able to face the lasso of mantra in the future!

Even so, he still pinched the mantra lasso and stopped: "Don't do this, Diana, this is too much."

No one who touches the lasso of truth can tell a lie.

Diana looked at him curiously: "You are not angry with him anymore."

Clarke spoke quickly: "I'm angry, I want to screw his head off again, but I know his character is like this, and he thought that he could pretend that it didn't happen by kicking me out. To be honest, I think Wayne Manor The security measures are not very good-"

He let go just in time.

Bruce opened his mouth and was about to speak, but remembered that the mantra lasso was wrapped around his wrist, so he closed his lips again, and only glanced at Clark with the eyes of "you may have something serious".

Diana shook her head.

She pinched the side of Bruce's neck reassuringly: "Relax, I didn't mean to press you about the secrets of the Batcave, but I suddenly remembered, what happened to the plant Clark gave you?"

Bruce reluctantly: "Dead."

"Ah." Clark lowered a lot, and the little curly hair on his forehead was no longer so energetic: "I'm thinking about how to explain to Hal."

"And then? Bruce, when are you going to tell Clark Krypton Rose."

Bruce pursed his lips tightly, but after Diana unhurriedly pulled the lasso of truth, the artifact briefly flashed a golden light, and he was forced to say, "Wait a while."

The golden light continued to shine, he frowned, and said unhappily, "No, I'm not going to tell him that I planted a Kryptonian rose."

Clark asked urgently, "Why?"

"Because I don't intend to be with you." He paused for a few seconds, then lay down on Diana's lap in despair: "You need a stable and fixed anchor, and I don't have any of the things you desire, plus I'm just a human with few decades to live."

"I tried to ignore the possibility of the future and just stay in the present." He turned his body, hid his face a little, and said in a muffled voice, "This is impossible."