[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Bruce and Dick had a big fight.

Because of Damian.

When he heard that the Batcave was about to welcome a new Robin, Dick sneered on the phone, knowing that Bruce must want him to go back to teach Damian again.

That's always been the case with someone, he thought grimly, and he didn't know how to be a good father, so he put all the work on him.

"Don't even think about it, Bruce." Dick said, "Leaving aside that kid is from the League of Assassins, I don't want to stay with him for even a second just because he is your seed. Usually dealing with a stubborn old Bats are enough for me, another little bat of the same style? You might as well throw me in Arkham."

Bruce frowned: "Dick, Ah Fu and I can arrange Damian's training, but as a brother, you must at least come to see him..."

"I don't know this cheap brother who suddenly came out of the Hydra base!"

Dick suddenly raised his voice, interrupting what Bruce was saying.

The young hero suppressed his anger and anger, and said to the teacher on the other end of the phone: "I believe that kid thinks so too. I won't go back to Gotham for a while, the last time was just a special case. I've had enough, 'this Best day of my life', you remember, Bruce?"

Bruce's body tensed up instantly.

How is it possible... I don't remember.

He turned away slowly.

Looking at the blood-stained Robin uniform not far away, even though Batman's heart was already as cold as ice, he still couldn't help feeling a sharp pain, which spread from the depths of his chest, almost killing him. The whole person is devoured.

Jason, his second Robin.

The green-scaled bird followed him, laughing against the wind and flying under the night sky of Gotham as if it was still yesterday.

"This is the best day of my life!" He had a huge smile on his face, and Bruce still remembers Jason's eyes lighting up as he said that.

But that energetic body was tortured out of shape by the clown not long after.

When Batman arrived, he could only desperately hold Robin, who was already cold, in his arms, and let the blood flow all over the place.

Dick participated in Jason's training and taught him his experience as a generation of Robin without reservation.

At that time, they both thought that they could be with each other for a long time.

"When you brought Jason back, I didn't say anything, but you made him Robin, taking my place." In the silent environment, Dick's voice sounded inexplicably hoarse, "Bruce, what are you doing?" Didn't think about my feelings? Well, now it's Damian's turn, thankfully Jason can't see this..."

"Dick, shut up!" Bruce growled.

Dick fell silent.

He also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and opened his mouth to apologize, but he couldn't utter the simplest sentence.

... Maybe duplicity is a common problem among bat families.

After a few seconds of silence, the phone was hung up.

Bruce lowered his hand dejectedly, and wiped his face hard.

After a long while, he stood up and walked to the wine cabinet in the Batcave, only to find that the cabinet was locked by Alfred—he had been drinking for a long time since Jason's death, coupled with Superman's unintentional actions, finally The pheromone disorder nearly killed him.

After that operation, he lost his glands, and at the same time lost the fine wine that generations of Wayne Manor had preserved for many years.

Bruce slammed his fist on the side of the cabinet, cursed in a low voice, turned around and put on a trench coat to leave the Batcave.

When Clark arrived, Bruce was pouring his sixth glass of vodka amid the applause of the audience.

"I'm sorry, please step aside... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

The dirty air in the bar is a deadly gas for the super sense of smell, but Clark can't care about it now. He tried his best to push away the crowd, and accidentally stepped on a strong man's foot halfway, almost causing trouble. Something went wrong.

Fortunately, the other party saw that Clark was tall and tall, so he didn't take the initiative to provoke him. Clark let out a long breath and went straight to Bruce, but was immediately startled by the strong smell of alcohol: "God, Bruce, what do you drink?" How much?"

"Not much, just...a little bit," the black-haired Omega drunkenly gestured "alittle" to him, then forcefully pushed Clark on the seat beside her, and laughed softly, " Come here, town boy, have a drink or two with me."

Feeling the fiery breath of the people around him, Clark's ears turned bright red, and he swallowed unconsciously.

He looked around and clutched his backpack awkwardly.

"Bruce, why did you come to this kind of place? I didn't even know there was... such a bar in the metropolis."

Bruce stared ahead with blurred eyes: "I don't know why I came here, but in Gotham, even three-year-olds know me." He shook the ice in the glass, "And you don't know If there are too many, even in the city of Superman, there are shadows that the light cannot reach."

Clark couldn't help frowning.

He followed Bruce's line of sight to the position of the stage. Under the lights, a group of cheap strippers were dancing hotly. The bar was filled with ambiguous laser light and vulgar jokes. With superman's vision, Clark could even see There's a pair of Alpha and Omega in the corner who have been engaged like no one else.

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, staring at the wine glass that Bruce pushed to his eyes, for fear of seeing any unsuitable scenes again.

"Boy Scouts." Bruce sneered, raising his glass again.

But Clark held his hand down.

"You can't drink anymore." The little reporter looked at him firmly and persuaded.

Bruce struggled a few times, but the hand holding him was so strong that it was as motionless as an iron hoop. He clicked his tongue irritably: "Please, I asked you to come here to drink with me to vent. At home, Afu Take care of me, why do you have to take care of me outside?"

"Because drinking too much alcohol can hurt your health," Clark said gently.

He took Bruce's glass away with a slow but irresistible gesture, and said softly, "Bruce, if you have any troubles, you can tell me what happened?"

He looked worriedly at the expressionless expression of Bruce sitting on the bar, and suddenly had the feeling that the other party was quietly collapsing.

It's like a lighthouse standing stubbornly on the sea, facing the boundless darkness alone, and the huge waves roaring to crush him, but never knowing when the dawn will come.

Clark didn't understand why he faced such a predicament as Bruce, but he silently grabbed the hand of the black-haired Omega, hoping to bring him some comfort.

Bruce rested his chin, turned his head to look at him lazily for a moment, and suddenly chuckled.

"Small town boy, do you not understand human language?"

Clark, who was inexplicably scolded, was a little aggrieved: "What do you mean?"

"I said, I want to vent, but you not only don't drink with me, you don't even let me drink."

Those charming ice blue eyes stared at him, Clark pushed his glasses subconsciously, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It's like... Bruce is looking through him, at someone else.

"So?" he asked rhetorically, "I don't think I did anything wrong, Bruce, drinking hurts—"

"Got it, blah blah blah, it's always the same thing." Bruce rolled his eyes, turned around from his chair, and suddenly grabbed Clark's tie, forcing him to get close to him, "Remember when Did I say anything when we parted for the first time?"

Clark held his breath, his face flushed from the alcohol that Bruce sprayed on his face.

"No, I don't know."

Even if he knew, he would have already forgotten it by now.

"I said I'll wash off the marks later, so I won't embarrass you." Bruce snorted self-deprecatingly.

"But as you can see, I lied to you."

The black-haired Omega tore open his neckline with one hand, revealing a section of his fair neck to Clark. His overly rough movements made the eyes of an Alpha who was looking for a sex lover in a bar shine, and couldn't help but blow to this side. The loud whistle, but after touching the dull eyes of the big man wearing black-rimmed glasses who looked dumb, he shuddered instantly.

Fortunately, the other party quickly looked away.

But that Alpha still took half a step back uncontrollably, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was actually covered in cold sweat from the fright.

Clark closed his eyes and helped Bruce button up the buttons, suppressing the possessive desire for the Omega in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bruce, let's go, we can talk about it later if we have anything to say."

"where to?"

"My family." Clark pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that saying this kind of words on such an occasion seemed to have some special meaning, and hurriedly explained, "I mean, you can take a bath and have a good rest..."

"Shh."

Bruce reached out a finger and pressed it to his lips.

Looking at the little reporter's panicked and wide eyes, as if he thought it was amused, the black-haired drunk in front of him giggled, even ignoring Clark's refusal to welcome him, and possessed him a little closer.

He whispered in Clark's ear at a distance that was almost biting his ear: "Although I'm an asshole, if I'm just looking for someone to drink and talk to, why do you think I didn't call Tony and Oliver, but you?" ?”

"……why?"

Clark held his breath, his heart beating faster.

"because……"

Bruce put his hand on his chest and stood up staggeringly, looking quite drunk.But just a few seconds later, the rich guy in Gotham squinted his drunken eyes, fell into the arms of the little reporter, and fell asleep.

Leaving behind a Clark whose whole body was stiff like a stone, under the sympathetic gaze of others, he gritted his teeth and barely showed a strong smile——

I'm fine, it couldn't be better.