[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"Bruce," Clark sat at the other end of the dining table, trying to put on a nonchalant look and asked, "Aren't you... not going back to Gotham today?"

Bruce raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Go back at night."

It's 09:30 in the morning, a busy weekday morning in the Metropolis.

He stared at the fried egg sandwich Clark brought to him, took a sip critically, and raised his eyebrows.

Surprisingly good.

He had just come out of the bathroom after a shower, his hair was still wet, and he was wearing a slightly larger white shirt.

This is Clark's clothes.

It turned out that the piece was stained with alcohol, and after a night of tossing, it was too wrinkled to look at, so Bruce simply threw it into the trash can.Although the style of the dress on his body is only a cheap popular style, it abruptly makes the man wear a fashion show with a sense of luxury.

Although Clark was full of thoughts now, he couldn't help but sneak a few glances.

Of course Bruce found out that the little reporter was peeking at him.

He propped his chin up and gave the other party a fascinating smile:

"Why don't you go to work?"

Clark avoided his gaze and stammered an explanation: "I... Me and Perry, my editor-in-chief has been on leave."

"Really, what's the reason?" Bruce asked with great interest.

Clark can't say it's because of what happened last night. He can't calm down and work now. He hesitated for a long time, and then he said toughly: "Anyway, I just don't want to go to work."

"It seems that you are quite righteous," Bruce said with a smile on his lips, "but have you forgotten that the person sitting directly opposite you is the boss who pays you?"

Clark: "..."

He did forget.

Being lazy and being caught by his immediate superior, even Superman felt embarrassingly embarrassing. Seeing his distraught look, Bruce sighed, put down the knife and fork, and clasped his hands together.

Usually this gesture means that he wants to talk seriously.

"Clark," he looked at the little reporter's dodging eyes and asked with a frown, "tell me, what happened?"

Bruce used an orderly tone. Clark, who was deeply influenced by Batman, subconsciously straightened his back, but his intuition told him that it was best not to tell Bruce what happened last night, so in desperation, his eyes fell on the shelf behind Bruce. superior.

There are two photos on it, one is a group photo of Martha, Jonathan and his family of three, and the other is a group photo of him and his colleagues when he first joined the Planet Daily.

Noticing Clark's gaze, Bruce looked back. After seeing the confident and proud smile of the beautiful reporter, his eyes darkened slightly, but he said with a smile: "Ah, Louise. It's been a long time since I said it." Seeing her, how is her relationship with Superman going?"

"What, what progress?" Clark's eyes widened.

Bruce looked at him strangely: "Aren't you from the Metropolis? Or Louise's colleague. Even a native of Gotham like me knows that sentence, 'If there is no news in the Daily Planet today, let Louise Just stand on the roof and jump down'."

"Louis is not that kind of person!" Clark frowned. "These gossip tabloids have no bottom line. Superman saved her because she was in danger just like those who needed help. It wasn't what they thought at all."

"Okay, but I don't believe it." Bruce shrugged with a smile.

He knew that Clark also had a crush on Louise, but how could the poor little reporter compete with Superman.

...although the two guys look alike when they're being silly.

He said frivolously: "Who knows what our chairman of the Zhenglian is thinking, he is the most powerful Alpha on Earth, and Louise is indeed a charming Omega, isn't it a good match? Even I don't Have the heart to tear them apart."

"Bruce, you think too much..."

"How do you know I'm thinking too much?" Bruce asked back, "Or did you ask Superman?"

Clark: "..."

He himself is sitting here, do you need to ask?

"Forget it," he gave up arguing with Bruce and chose to change the subject, "I heard that the Wayne Group recently plans to sponsor the Justice League a large sum of money to explore interdimensional space teleportation technology, but you two half a month I just reimbursed the alliance for 500 million US dollars in war damage... There shouldn't be any problem with capital turnover, right?"

Bruce's eyes were fixed: "This matter has not been announced yet, where did you hear about it?"

"Huh?" Clark was taken aback.

Immediately, he realized that he accidentally slipped his mouth, and immediately made up for it, "No, this is... Louise told me."

"Oh," Gotham Baby's expression immediately changed from vigilance to disgust, "Superman."

Clark thought aggrievedly, when it comes to Superman, what does Bruce's expression mean?

Obviously you still said you loved me in your dream last night!

However, Clark's words also made Bruce more certain that Superman's Omega is Louise, otherwise he would not have told the other party the information related to the alliance, but now Clark also knows...

Bruce looked at the inexplicably nervous little reporter with sympathetic eyes, and thoughtfully didn't say anything more, so as not to sprinkle salt on the other party's wounds.

Broken love, Boss Wayne thought magnanimously, asking for a day off is nothing, abnormality is also normal.

He just told him: "You don't need to worry about the funding issue. Don't tell others about it. This is a secret within the Wayne Group."

Clark nodded: "Naturally."

In the following time, they finished their breakfast in silence. Clark asked him what his plans were today, and if he wanted to go for a walk in the park in the afternoon, but Bruce shook his head and said that he just wanted to stay at home and not go anywhere.

What Dick said before did hurt him, and since last night, Bruce felt like a fire in his heart.

A flame ignited by the sin, blood and death of Gotham almost burned him from the inside out.

The sofa in the apartment was too small, so Bruce simply sat cross-legged on the carpet, flipping through the previous Pulitzer anthologies page by page, and patted the place beside him with the other hand, motioning for Clark to sit down and talk.

Clark hesitated for only a second, then complied slowly.

Probably because the quiet atmosphere was a bit awkward, he picked up the water glass next to him and wanted to take a sip, but before he could swallow it, he heard Bruce next to him casually asking, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Pfft!" Clark spat out in one gulp.

He frantically took out a few pieces of paper to wipe himself clean, and then asked incredulously, "Bruce, what did you just say?"

He suspected that he was hallucinating.

"You heard me right," Bruce closed the book and looked at him indifferently, and Clark realized that he had accidentally said what was in his heart, "I may be busy for a while, so I am seriously asking you, Do you want to sleep/sleep with me?"

"Where are you going?" The little reporter's ability to grasp the key points is very clear.

Bruce shrugged: "I don't know, maybe it's Everest, maybe it's the Alps? Anyway, I just want to find some excitement for myself, isolated from the world, and there is no signal... Maybe I just died like this."

"Can't you not go?" Clark frowned.

He knew it was Bruce's hobby, but these extreme sports sometimes made even Superman feel terrified, and he really didn't know why Bruce liked them.

"Clark, although it's scumbag to say that, I'm indeed a man who lives with danger, so don't restrain me." Gotham Baby showed his exclusive flirtatious smile, "You haven't answered my question just now, my dear, be simple , isn’t it good to separate sex and love?”

"...Sorry, I can't agree more."

Clark looked at Bruce, who was leaning on the back of the chair lazily like a big black cat, and shook his head: "Bruce, since I saw you yesterday, your state is not quite right, I just pretended not to listen your turn--"

"Didn't hear? Well, let me change it." Bruce sighed, suddenly threw the book in his hand aside, and got up and sat across Clark's body.Clark gasped, leaned back subconsciously, and leaned back on the sofa cushions, but Bruce just happened to be on top of him and was firmly suppressed.

"I'll ask again," the black-haired Omega sat on top of him, staring down at him, his five fingers deeply inserted into Clark's black hair, his expression frantic, and some kind of fire flashed in his eyes that made Clark's throat tighten, " Would you like to?"

"Bruce, I..."

"Yes or No," the man said impatiently, "Small town boy, please do me a favor, I don't want to hear any more nonsense."

Clark felt himself being sucked into a vortex.

A scorching, deep, irreversible vortex, a sweet trap that drives him willingly mad.Obviously, not long ago, he fantasized that the object of his kiss was his taciturn partner. In the dead of night, he would dream of kissing only those pale and tightly pressed thin lips.Not the frivolous and lustful smile in front of him now, Bruce Wayne, who looks like a playboy made of champagne, honey mixed with gold leaf.

Clark knew Bruce was just angry, just sad, just wanting to let off steam.

But he stared blankly at Bruce's intoxicating blue eyes that were as close as the sea, and before he knew it, he seemed to be bewitched by a sea monster, and he nodded in a strange way:

"...Yes."

Bruce smiled.

"very good."

He straightened up and reached out to pick off Clark's black-rimmed glasses, but the other grabbed his wrist, so hard that Bruce couldn't help frowning.Clark quickly relaxed his strength. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, kissed Bruce on the lips actively, hugged him with one hand, and stumbled open the door of the bedroom.

Bruce didn't have any expectations for the little reporter, but no matter how duplicity he said, he had to admit that everything that happened during the whole process can only be described with one word - crazy.

Thankfully, Superman's watchtower duty is off tonight as well.

Otherwise, he would have seen the symbol of Gotham horror, the legendary Dark Knight, on the surveillance camera when he fell to the roof.

...and even staggered because of his weak feet.

Damn it, Batman's mouth twitches quickly, he's gotta tear that bastard apart.

He doesn't know what is enough to stop!

Bruce unceremoniously transferred the anger caused by his child's rebellious period to Clark, and kept this bad mood until the parallel world transmission plan started.

"These fragments containing the power of time and space have been confirmed by Dr. Strange as origin fragments. The origin is a substance that contains the power of the universe that we have not yet understood," Batman told everyone at the meeting Said, "I suspect it is related to the magic side, but there is not enough evidence for the time being. The most important thing now is to find the fragments scattered in various worlds as soon as possible, but the current instrument can only support one person."

Superman frowned, he had been distracted, but immediately expressed his doubts when he heard the last sentence: "What is the method of teleportation, directly teleporting the whole person to a parallel time and space? Then how to ensure that the person can accurately and quickly Where can I find the fragments?"

"Good question," Batman said, and then used a 3D projection to show them the structure of the instrument. "Its principle is very complicated, but it is not actually a physical transmission. The Hydra experiment materials we seized clearly stated the origin of its birth." Conception, but it is only a conception, relying on the current level of technology alone, it is impossible to turn it into reality in another 100 years. So I invited Zatana," he took advantage of the situation to the female magician sitting not far away Nodded, and then continued, "Ask her to make some small changes to this instrument."

"In this way, the body of the traverser can still stay in this world, only the mental power is attached to a body with a similar frequency in parallel time and space, and the location of the fragment can also be clearly sensed through resonance."

Diana nodded: "I roughly understand, so who is this candidate?"

Batman looked at him, lips moved slightly, and spit out a word:

"Me."