Clark has something to say

"Hey!" Bruce was forcibly turned back by Diana, and had to collide with her stern and disapproving eyes.

Diana tightened her fingers, just enough that Bruce could feel his hair being pulled, and pulled again warningly.

Bruce took the initiative to look away, and his attitude softened a lot: "Princess, don't use the mantra lasso... Wait, my communicator is ringing."

In the pile of uniforms on the ground not far away, something was beeping softly and quickly. He supported Diana's body to get up, pulled the messy red cloak, covered it with his hand, and went to Search the ground for the communicator.

"It's Dick." He turned his face, put on a jacket, and turned his head towards the balcony facing the two: "I'm going to leave for a while."

He clutched his hip joints, threw himself into the swing chair on the terrace, and then connected to the communication. Just after the line was connected, a virtual screen jumped out.

"Bruce!" Dick said anxiously. When he saw Bruce on the opposite side, he froze for a moment, and then said with certainty, "You guys are asleep."

Bruce nodded indifferently: "Well, are you okay?"

Dick: "..."

"Why do you ask?" Dick stood up from the sofa, then sat down on a chair, and said, "Do I look like a bad person because my adoptive father slept with Superman?"

"I mean." Bruce sighed. "You hardly contact me unless necessary."

He still left some leeway for his grown-up eldest son. The precise definition is that unless Dick encounters something that makes him extremely overwhelmed and doesn't know how to deal with it, then he will call.

And receiving the memory of the future has already made him go back to Wayne Manor several times in a short period of time, and also called him several times.

"Talk about you guys first," Dick said. "Are you feeling better?"

"No." Bruce gave a negative answer without a moment's hesitation: "It won't get better, never will, and no one can pretend that those things never happened."

Dick looked hesitant to speak.

Instead it was Bruce, who sat there and said calmly, with the way Dick adored him as a teenager: "In the short run, the conversation makes a lot of sense, and at the same time you know you're not just a people."

"As for the coping method—accept that memory, and then try to push it down gradually. This is also my suggestion to you."

Dick rubbed his temple with his index finger: "You're such an asshole, but you're always damn right."

Bruce chuckled, "Okay."

There was a brief silence between them, and Bruce didn't look impatient, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the tops of his legs until Dick gradually gathered his shoulders and put his elbows on the table again.

"Tim told me." Dick tried not to sound too heavy: "Damian tossed himself... so high."

He made a gesture towards the virtual screen: "I guess if it wasn't for his lack of skills, he would have tossed himself to Jason's age."

"You know what?" He stared into Bruce's face.

Bruce stopped tapping his fingers on his leg. He was concentrating on the virtual screen, but he didn't pay attention to Dick. After a while, he said, "I don't know."

Although Dick had known for a long time that Bruce was not as omnipotent as he had imagined, he was still surprised when he got this answer.

Bruce's personality caused him to always keep everyone or things under control. His countless plans were used to deal with different emergencies. Because of this airtight control, he once stayed away from Wayne Manor, even No more contact with Bruce.

But now he says, I don't know.

Dick: "... oh."

He couldn't find a suitable reaction, and he didn't want to let the atmosphere continue to cool down: "You make me feel uncomfortable."

"It was my mistake," Bruce said. "I could have stopped him if I had known in advance, but I was negligent."

Dick dryly: "I'm even more out of it, so what do you think?"

"I don't know either," Bruce said. "I'll never try to put him back, and he won't let me."

"...Is it too late to mention respecting our wishes now?" Dick shook his body: "He is your son, and you are the most important person for him and the person who can exert the most influence on him. Do something What."

Bruce shook his head: "It's not just Damian, you are all the same, I tried."

"You don't choose to wear the uniform because of me, but because you agree with the correctness I represent. When I do something wrong, you will still stop me. In fact, you are all implementing what you believe, and it has nothing to do with me .”

Dick tightened the corners of his lips: "Bruce."

Bruce made a downward gesture: "I'm not denying what I mean to you, or the connection between us, I'm just saying that I don't affect you as much as you think."

"Jason too?"

"So did he," Bruce said. "My experience is that whenever I want you to do what I want, it's a total disaster."

He said lightly: "You are not my follower, and Robin is not Batman's follower. I must respect your independence. Facts have proved that you are all very independent."

Dick was speechless about it.

He didn't know whether it was better for Bruce to keep silent or to be like this. He was really annoyed by people like Bruce. If it wasn't because he was Bruce, he would never want to deal with this kind of person for the rest of his life.

He is like a doctor who knows all the diseases, and knows all the crux of the problem. Unlike a person who screwed up because of ignorance, he fully understands his character weaknesses and knows how to treat them, but he will never change them.

Think about it too, with Bruce's intelligence, how could he not know why they were arguing?

"I'm fine," Dick said. "Like you said, I just want to let Damian know he's not alone."

Before hanging up the communication, he deliberately said "casually": "By the way, Damian is still in Gotham, but he doesn't want to see you. He went to Wayne Building."

"I see."

"Wait." Bruce called him: "Anytime, Dick, I want you to know that I don't want to force you to do things, but Wayne Manor is here, and you can come back anytime you want."

Dick cut off the comm.

When Bruce went back, what was waiting for him were two faces full of horrible writing. Clark endured and endured, and still squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "You used to be like this?"

"Yes." Bruce lay back on Diana, and felt that the steel body was uncomfortable for him, so he pushed it hard: "I know what you want to say, but let me tell you, I'm right. "

Clark: "..."

Yes, he was right, but this overly calm and rational style displeased everyone with his plan and caused him a lot of misunderstanding.

But who knows if his purpose was originally like this?

He can completely change the method. The meaning of language and literature is to make difficult things appear lightly, but Bruce just wants to peel off that layer of cover, bring out the hidden worries that everyone doesn't want to face, and then mercilessly throw them away. On the bright side, predict the worst outcome with an extremely ruthless attitude.

Emotion and rationality are opposites. The method of truth operation will never work in the emotional world. Any kind of emotion is uncontrollable and unreasonable. It is difficult to reciprocate giving and receiving. The other party can treat themselves equally.

Had he not been lucky enough to pry open a crack, would he have maintained his self-righteous view of this man?

But he could easily deduce what Bruce was thinking.

This man has been stingy about giving himself some positive comments from the beginning to the end. He firmly believes in a truth-no one can stand him, as long as he throws out all of himself completely, his purpose If it is realized, those people will naturally stay far away from him.

Then Clark sadly discovered that this method was of no use to him.

Would he alienate Bruce for revealing a side of him he didn't know existed?Do you feel like you are being deceived?

will not.

Not at all.

He doesn't love Bruce's glamorous appearance, nor does he love his strategizing, but simply loves him. From the beginning of understanding bit by bit, he has fallen in love with the part of this person he is willing to show, and this love spreads to In a deeper and more inclusive place, no matter what he receives is good or bad, he can happily put it into a small box and knit a woolen coat to wrap it up.

"You just don't understand me." Bruce said suddenly, and he sat up irritably: "Really?"

"You are." Clark pushed back abruptly: "Do you think I haven't thought about it? You think I don't know the possibilities you mentioned? But I am a Kryptonian, and I can't become a human being anyway. What can I do?"

He retorted loudly: "I like you no different than I like Diana, like being Superman, like this planet, I don't understand, why do you complicate the obvious?"

Bruce hissed angrily, "Stupid!"

"You are the stupid guy." Clark argued, "You are worrying about the future I have accepted. As long as I am on this planet, everything I am familiar with will gradually go away except Diana. The reality, and also my destiny, is the ending I will meet no matter what—or I won’t live to that day.”

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more intense.

"I don't accept your reasons. These reasons are untenable. In the final analysis, you just don't want to. I would still have to go through these things with another person. Should I lock myself in the Fortress of Solitude to avoid these problems? A litter of polar bears?"

His blue eyes were even more beautiful than the most expensive sapphires in the world, Bruce thought. Ordinary people would look hideous and distorted when they were angry, but Clark's blue eyes were still bright.

Not at all like him, Bruce thought.

Compared with Clark, he was the other extreme. After a few seconds, he said succinctly: "Anyway, it shouldn't be me."

Clark fell silent.

"……do you hate me?"