Clark has something to say

Clark opened his eyes slightly, and tried to use his eyes to express the meaning of "please don't hate me". He knows what he is good at, and this is the best way for him to escape Martha's punishment after rolling in mud in the cornfield when he was a child .

as predicted.

Diana felt the man beside her stiffen for a moment, and the Goddess of War hid her upturned mouth with her hands in a funny way, and then coughed lightly.

"Come on." Bruce tightened his jaw.

He raised his eyebrows, gave Clark a stern glance, and unfathomably retreated back onto the bed, turning over again.

After a while, he turned back unhappily, and continued to face the question reluctantly: "If I hated you, I should have made you owe the bank a few hundred years ago."

Clark showed a rather embarrassing smile in Bruce's eyes, with neat teeth, and he could shoot a tooth advertisement at any time.

Too hard to do.

If only he was alone now, then he could lie on the mattress and sigh loudly, covering his face, Bruce thought angrily, still the same sentence, Bruce Wayne, why the hell are you going to sleep with Superman?

Superman has all the virtues in the world, enthusiasm, persistence, never giving up... When these things are invested in themselves, it is a pure disaster.

Clark has the qualities that can only be found in an overly happy family. He never underestimates himself, but he is not arrogant. He has a clear understanding of himself. The upbringing of Martha and Jonathan made him this The best people in the world.

The most important thing is that he has always been full of self-confidence and never hesitated because of some uncertainties. It was a process in which a young man who had not experienced any devastating blows happily reached out to reach for the stars. His lofty ideals, his future life, everything he defends and sticks to... Every star is shining in the night.

Clark will be annoyed for a while because he messed up, but when the sun rises again, the son of the sun also regains his spirits and continues to happily drag his cape to bring hope to others. If you want to be nice to a person, you can put all your heart and soul into it.

And Bruce Wayne is a concrete ball that has been extinguished many times. Even if it is briefly burned red, it will quickly dim. Clark can get nothing from him, except for an ugly scar—— Memory has proved his correctness, and he can still remember that cold embrace mixed with blood.

He felt that Kal-El and Clark Kent were always one person.

A few years ago, his plan for himself was to live beyond the age of his father, and now he is close to accomplishing this goal. Although Ah Fu always hoped that he would not die alone, he never thought that he would have the same kind of life as his parents. A family, he doesn't have to be Batman if he wants to.

"I knew it was." Clark wrinkled his nose triumphantly, this action made him look more like a carefree young man who grew up in a candy jar: "Look, you like me too."

He self-servingly equated disliking with liking.

For other people, he will not do this. Clark has been keenly aware of the emotions of others since he was a child, whether it is good intentions or malicious. bother.

But it's clearly not the case.

He was quite sure, and sure he would get the same response, he took a bunch of hamburgers and cola to find someone on the gargoyle, the yellow sun lamp was forcibly installed in the room belonging to Batman in the Hall of Justice, and pretended to interview Gotham sweetheart so that he could go Fishing at work...

Every detail.

He can feel love flowing from the tightly built barriers of the Dark Knight, like a soft flower suddenly blooming on the dark uniform, he doesn't need to do anything, he doesn't need to break the high wall, There is no need to drag him out, he has piled up a thick stack of passports that many people cannot get.

He just had to knock on the door and walk in by himself.

Even now, what is blocking him is not a castle gate made of copper and iron, but a fence made of roses and thorns, he is only one step away from going in, and these obstacles he can easily tear apart— —

But he'd rather wait at the gate and wait for that fence to flourish.

"I don't understand." Bruce cast his eyes on Diana's face, and he muttered almost absurdly: "Why me?"

Clark's eyes lit up.

He took a deep breath, ready to pull out countless reasons why it was him, but Bruce pecked his chin impatiently: "Don't talk."

Clark shut his mouth.

Diana looked at him tenderly with deep sea-like blue eyes. After a while, she smiled and stretched out her hand to hold the back of Bruce's neck, rubbed it gently with her fingers, and said calmly, "What do you want to know?"

"There are no secrets between us." Bruce started with this cunning remark, and then nodded his head with his index finger: "You know more than we do, Diana, I don't even want to know your age now— —but you’ve seen Kal-El, how can you — how can you just watch this happen before your eyes?”

This is the most puzzling thing for him.

"I'm just speculating about what the future might look like," Bruce said accusingly, "but for you, it's what you've experienced yourself."

Diana stared at him meaninglessly for a while, then kissed his cheek: "You don't understand."

This usually cold and strong man is now like a boy who was at a loss when his doll bear was robbed.

She graciously allows Bruce to sleep back on her lap.

Diana thought for a moment, then said slowly: "Based on my experience, at that time we would only regret why we didn't spend more time with each other to enrich our memory."

"No one will ever regret meeting you."

She pinched Bruce's face, her tone was calm: "When you live long enough, you will know that the emotion of regret is not endless, not to mention that we will not regret the choices we have made, whether it is good or not. Bad — to me, there is no difference between leaving Paradise Island and ruling the world."

"They're all part of who I am, what makes me who I am, and I wouldn't be who I am without either choice."

"Unlike you, Bruce, I have to accept myself."

Bruce fell silent.

He was dull for a while, and muttered softly: "You deserve better."

"Of course." Diana said: "Of course we deserve better, but whether it is now or in the future, there is only one Bruce Wayne. If we miss it, we will never belong to our second Batman—that uniform." Anyone can wear it, but it's not you anymore, and I love you."

"If you don't want to, it's another matter." Diana tugged at Bruce's hair again: "But if you're frightened by Kal-El, that's another matter."

Clark gave Diana a grateful look.

Bruce licked his lips reluctantly, and said without arrogance: "It can't be my fault, you don't know what I went through."

While Clark was waiting for his next words, Bruce stopped talking. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his blue eyes revealing emptiness.

In fact, he really wanted to see Carl one more time, if possible.

Not for some goddamn Supremacy or something, those things are no longer possible, he will never let them happen again, he just wanted to ask...

Do you regret it?

You regret being a superman, regret staying on this not-so-beautiful planet, regret the righteous cause you have dedicated your life to—regret trusting that Bruce Wayne, putting a kryptonite that can kill you on the most conspicuous fortress of loneliness place?

Only Karl can give him a definite answer. It is hard for him to imagine what kind of mentality Karl called his name, and why he wasted his last second on him.

Obviously at the end of that memory, the Supreme Head of State who was imprisoned in the Red Sun Prison was so tired that he didn't even want to say a word.

Anyone who saw that appearance would have strong resistance and anxiety, he closed his eyes indignantly, except for the two strange guys beside him who didn't know what they were thinking.

He didn't understand why Clark wasn't afraid.

How can people have so much enthusiasm?Or does the Man of Steel really not know what it's like to be hurt?Don't talk about it, a few hours ago he was eager to get some comfort and answers from him, and he almost put on his face that I was very sad.

He turned his face away.

Clark responded with a big grin.

"I just love you." He said, "Please, Bruce, don't think so complicated, I'm not the Kal-El you remember."

"You are at a loss because you have too many questions that will never be answered. Their roots lie in a person who is no longer here, but the things between us have nothing to do with him. If your confusion is about me, then you You shouldn't use Kar-El to judge me."

"I'm not him, and I'll never be him again," Clark said plainly.

"...It's really weird to mention my name like that." Clark curled his lips: "But I know the difference between me and him."

"I know what I want." He stated in an unquestionable tone: "I am not afraid of my fate."

He might be facing a worse future than Kal-El, but he would never bottle the earth, and when they choose to take on that responsibility, they should figure out their end.

There was a long silence.

"I'm terrible." Bruce said with a wooden face. "I'm worse than you think, and I'm sure you'll regret your irrationality today."

"I'm going to regret it." Bruce said to himself.

"I won't." Clark took his hand.

There was a sudden weight on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses were placed on his face. Clark blinked, and then let Bruce brush up the small curly hair on his forehead.

Clark tilted his head and smiled without haze, just like every metropolitan morning when he squeezed himself into the cubicle with his bag.

"You're not him," Bruce said.