[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"You must break up with Bruce immediately."

Oliver said emphatically.

Although this is indeed Clark's original intention, it is still very uncomfortable to hear such command words from other people's mouths.Superman instantly became rebellious. He frowned and asked, "Why? I said I don't have that kind of relationship with B."

"Because you are Superman," Oliver said in a deep voice, "don't you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you in this world? If you are just Clark, even if you have no money or skills, as long as Bruce likes, I can instantly put You become an elite rich man that everyone envies, allowing you to live a life that ordinary people can't imagine."

"I don't care about that," Clark retorted.

"I know! So that's why I don't agree with you guys being together!"

Oliver was circling the house agitatedly in a way God knows he wasn't when his own sister brought her boyfriend home.

"Carl, you are a good man. You are the most upright and kind-hearted person I have ever met in my life. Don't rush to thank you. I'm not complimenting you. I'm just seeking truth from facts," he raised his hand to the little reporter who was about to speak. He raised his hand and continued, "And your identity and character determine that people who are with you will always encounter danger. I don't mean that as a hero, you must die alone. I am also a person like you, so I understand that when you're really in love with someone, it's like you're willing to drink a deadly poison that you can't control.”

"But, but," he took a deep breath, managed to calm down the turbulent emotions, turned his head, and stared at Superman not far away with his sharp eyes, "Carl, I'm not blind. After you invited me When I joined the league, I heard about you and Batman. To be honest, I was very happy at the time because you were all my friends. If it was really together, I would give it a thumbs up. But now you tell me , The Omega you marked is Bruce—Carl, I don’t know why you two came together, but you dare to pat your chest and assure you, have you really let go of Batman in your heart?

"Do you dare to hold Diana's lasso of truth and tell me aloud, who is the person you really love?"

Clark opened his mouth in vain, but nothing came out.

Every word Oliver said was like a knife, forcibly digging him out of his shriveled shell, forcing Clark to face the reality he didn't want to admit——

He, Kal-El, Clark Kent, really fell in love with two people at the same time.

But can the heart of the same person really be divided into two halves?

Batman is his original aspiration, a comrade who is enough to surrender his life, an idol that Clark has always admired until now, and a beacon that will always stand in front of him when he is depressed, angry and desperate.

But to be honest, Clark really couldn't imagine the scene where he and Batman were lying on the same bed and chatting calmly.

But Bruce made up for that part.

He can laugh, get angry, and feel sad and painful because of family conflicts and the loss of his loved ones. He will hold his body tightly and bite his lower lip when he is emotional. In Clark's view, compared to Batman, Bruce is more like a real person with flesh and blood.Although he may never get in touch with such a dangerous "cause" like them, he will never be able to truly resonate with Superman's distress and ideals.

But he was Clark's life.

"Look, you dare not."

Probably because Clark was silent for too long, Oliver smiled sarcastically, but the anger on his face slowly faded, replaced by deep exhaustion: "Because you don't know your own heart. Carl, that's why I The reason why you said you were in two boats just now is that Bruce is just an ordinary person. Since I was eight years old, I swore to protect him and prevent him from experiencing such terrible things again. But when I also encountered misfortune At that time, I found out how weak my original promise was.”

"We can't save ourselves, brother."

He walked up to Clark, pressed the man's broad shoulders and said in a low voice: "Because the time you have marked is not long, there is still a way. Carl, I really hope that before you understand your feelings, Stay away from Bruce and don't let him get hurt again, okay?"

Oliver felt that what he said was very heartfelt, but unexpectedly, Clark made up his mind after thinking about it, stepped back half a step, and shook his head slowly.

"Thank you, Oliver," he said, "but I'll take care of Bruce."

Oliver: "..."

So many words before co-authoring with him are all for nothing, right?

Their conversation here lasted for a long time, and Bruce, who was left alone outside, was of course very upset,

The Batman control freak personality hidden deep in his heart is about to move. After quickly sweeping away the snacks brought by Alfred, he simply took out the monitor from his pocket-don't ask him when Putting it in Clark's pocket, Batman never answers such stupid questions.

But before Bruce could press the switch, it was taken away by Alfred who was standing aside.

"Polite, Master Bruce," he said in a tone of disapproval, "It's not something a Wayne heir should do to casually listen to conversations between friends outside of mission hours."

Bruce gritted his teeth: "You should tell Damian this and give it back to me! Otherwise, how would I know what happened to Clark?"

Alfred remained unwavering, and even deliberately walked a little further with the monitor in hand.

"Don't even think about it," the old butler said bluntly, "Master Bruce, you have to learn to get along with people in a normal way and learn to understand other people's emotions, instead of relying on these methods to deal with Gotham criminals."

"I've been sympathetic to him enough! Who else would pay an employee who was absent from work for a week for no reason other than me!"

Bruce grumbled dejectedly.

He folded his hands and sat down on the sofa cushion in a fit of anger.

Alfred looked at this man who obviously had several sons, but his personality was still like a child at times, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, then let me help you. Explain in advance, I will Selectively relay what they say to you."

"……up to you."

10 minute later.

Bruce frowned, watching suspiciously as the old butler's expression changed from shock to anger and then to doubt. In the end, there was a smile of incomparable relief on his face—so what exactly did Oliver say to Clark? What?

Curious as if scratching his heart, he couldn't help asking: "Did they speak ill of me?"

"No, or quite the opposite," said Alfred very happily, and the last time Bruce saw him look so happy seemed to be the first time he brought Dick home, "They all love you very much, Love you very, very much."

"Really?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

He really felt that Clark came this time to break up with him. Batman's bad instincts are always accurate, so why didn't it work this time?

"Thank God." Alfred crossed himself reverently and turned off the monitor.

"... When did you become a believer?"

"I didn't believe it before, because in Gotham, good people are always lonely, or poor, or die unexpectedly," Alfred said softly, "I thought Batman would be the same, but now it seems that I was wrong."

The old butler refused to answer any questions, turned and left humming a little tune, the tune was still the classic "Romeo and Juliet".

Bruce gritted his teeth behind him and asked loudly, "Where are you going?"

"Buy some bright curtains," Alfred's voice came from afar in the corridor, "I think Master Kent from Metropolis will like the red and blue color scheme!"

"What?!"

Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief.

What exactly did Clark say in the room that actually made Alfred's affection for him skyrocket like a rocket?Could it be that he is going to wear a wedding dress to marry Wayne's family?

Bruce shudders at the thought that popped into his head.

He thought angrily, no matter what, there would never be red and blue curtains in Batman's house!

Never possible!

But when Oliver and Clark finally came out of the room, Bruce found that the former was full of anger, while the latter looked indifferent, and he no longer avoided his gaze when he was looking at him, but brought a faint smile.

"Bruce," Clark said first, "I was wrong. Thank you for everything...I'll get to work."

"Stop being so sentimental." Bruce's mouth hardened at the moment, and he snorted coldly, "I just don't want to fire employees casually. The laws of the metropolis have targets for the proportion of employees recruited by the company every year. I I don't want to pay more taxes because of you."

Clark smiled good-naturedly: "I know. But thank you anyway."

As he said that, he sat next to Bruce with a cheeky face, and asked with concern: "Have you felt unwell recently? You went out before, so you shouldn't be injured, right?"

Feeling inexplicably glowing, Oliver coughed heavily.

Bruce felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body, and Clark's 180-degree change of attitude was so suspicious that he didn't even want to talk to him.

So he stood up and said to Oliver: "Stay and eat, Ah Fu has prepared dinner."

Clark also stood up immediately. He knew that Bruce would not invite him, so he consciously found his position, or a breakthrough: "Then I will help in the kitchen."

Bruce and Oliver turned to stare at him at the same time, not knowing what to say.

"What the hell did you tell him?" Bruce murmured. "It's like someone punched the head."

Oliver: "...I did punch him twice." Although it was his hands that hurt a little in the end.

"Did you hit him?" Bruce turned his head sharply.

Oliver looked at the black-haired Omega's seemingly calm but worried expression, and the urge to speak hesitantly faded away. He sighed and asked irrelevantly: "Bruce, do you like him?"

Bruce was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I don't know, maybe I have a feeling."

Although Clark will never be able to fulfill all his fantasies like that person, but life is always like this, there are gains and losses.

What's more, the brilliant son of the sun and the dark knight of the night are not the same people.

"...Is that so?" Oliver slowly clenched his hands in his pockets into fists.

It seems that Bruce's side is not going to work, and we still have to start from Karl's side.

He had a hunch that he couldn't handle this by himself, and he had to find an ally.

An ally who stands by his side and can provide powerful aid when necessary.

After dinner, Oliver smiled and bid farewell to Alfred who saw him off at the door, declined Bruce's suggestion to stay overnight, and gave Clark a hard look with a murderous look, and walked out alone. through the gates of Wayne Manor.

He dialed someone's phone.

"Hey, Tony, it's me, Oliver," he said quickly, "Don't hang up the phone, I know you're busy... shit, even if you've already taken it off, put it on for me first! This matter is really important!"

"Oliver," the bearded rich man on the other end of the phone lowered his voice and said in a threatening tone, "If you dare to tease me today, next time I will install a hundred surveillance cameras next to your bed, and I will do what I say."

"OK, OK," Oliver said indifferently, "up to you, pretend as much as you like. But let me ask you, do you know that Clark Kent is Superman?"

It was quiet for a while.

"I'm going to kill you," Tony Stark said quietly, "I don't give a fuck what Superman's real identity is, even if he's Lex Luthor or some stripper, you Don't bother me at this time, understand? I'm an Alpha! Normal, needy, Alpha!"

"You hear me out. Bruce was recently tagged by an Alpha, and the damn guy's name is Clark Kent! You know what I mean?"

The answer to him was dead silence.

"Hello? Tony? Are you still there?" Oliver frowned and glanced at the phone. It was clearly displayed on the screen that he was still on the phone, "Hello?"

Suddenly, there was a noise on the other end of the phone, like the sound of a pile of things being overturned, a woman screaming and cursing, and... a loud slap.

Oliver frowned more and more tightly. He stopped and asked loudly: "Tony, are you okay? Calm down, we have to make a long-term plan now, and we can't hurt Bruce!"

"I'm fine." Tony Stark took a deep breath, not knowing why his voice sounded a little vague, as if he had just been slapped, "Okay, now there are only I am alone, you are right, we have to think long-term..."

"—Friday, get Mark 43 ready for me! I'm going to knock that Kryptonian out of the galaxy!"

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Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Jinghong, Arkham little patient, and Yu Ruo;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 24 bottles of Ci'an; 1 bottle of Meng Guixun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!