[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bruce looked around and couldn't help frowning, "I didn't do anything."

"You haven't done anything yet?" Oliver was the first to speak out, it seems that the man really endured it for a long time, "Bruce, you should be glad that Wayne Group is not bankrupt and can provide you with private flights Pick-up service, otherwise, based on the number of steel nails in your body, the security check will definitely take you apart and check it in before you can rest assured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tony added: "And your pheromone level, the fluctuation value is far beyond the average Omega, in addition to abnormal hormone secretion/secretion, joint hydrops, ligament strain, kidney and liver damage There are different levels of problems, probably the aftereffects of your drinking in the past few years-thank God, this piece of junk is still not sinking, and it can even play with a group of crazy people late at night every night hide and seek."

Bruce: "I..."

Dick interrupted him again: "Please, Bruce, even if you want to die, please consider my mood first, okay? I don't want to live with the devil bastard. He is your son, not mine!"

Damian kicked him on the ass: "Go to hell, Grayson, I won't live with you even if I die!"

The two Robins slammed into each other, and Bruce looked at the confession-extorting group in front of him, and felt a sudden pain in his brain.

"You are no better than me, Tony, Oliver," he chose to deflect the blame, "and Batman is not a play, how can he not get hurt—"

"This is not the reason for you to be picky eaters, stay in bed, and take long-term injections of inhibitors, Master Bruce." Alfred added a knowing blow.

Bruce: "..."

"Okay," he had nothing to say, and he just spread his hands together, "Anyway, this is my way of life. Now that you have seen the results of the medical examination, you can leave me, yes, the Batcave, right?"

The man emphasized that word, hoping that the group of uninvited guests in front of him would disappear from him immediately.

But this is obviously impossible.

After Tony confidently stated that he would be temporarily staying in Wayne Manor recently, Oliver and Dinah also unanimously agreed with their decision to start their honeymoon in Gotham first.

Bruce glared at them angrily, and finally retreated under Alfred's silent gaze-perhaps a complete defeat was more appropriate, and he could only acquiesce to these guys running wild on his territory, but he didn't do anything. Method.

"I still have to go back to school," Dick said to Alfred, but he said it very loudly on purpose, as if to listen to someone, "but recently our curriculum team has an activity to investigate in Gotham, and I may Will come back often.”

"You are most welcome, Master Dick," said Alfred. "This will always be your home, and it has nothing to do with whether someone is a good father."

Bruce couldn't take it anymore.

He flew to the metropolis that afternoon, and Clark was his only consolation now.But unfortunately, when he arrived at Planet Daily, the little reporter didn't stay at his station, but all the employees of the newspaper office expressed a strong welcome to the arrival of their boss - because it usually means a rich afternoon tea, and early get off work hours.

"Where's Clark?" Bruce asked pretending to be nonchalant, "Where did the big guy go?"

Perry complained: "He asked for leave in the afternoon and said he was going to the hospital for a physical examination. God knows what's wrong with him being so healthy."

Clark going to the hospital?Bruce frowned, of course he wouldn't believe this kind of reason that he knew was an excuse at first sight, and with his superhuman physical fitness, it is estimated that he could still be alive and kicking if all the human beings in the world were lying down.

But it's also true that he never takes time off without reason.

After thinking about it, he decided to give the small town boy a big "surprise".

On the other side, the red cloak that his own Omega was thinking about was floating on the endless sea. He pondered for a while facing the increasingly impatient Neptune in front of him, and finally made a choice, pointing to the ocean-like piece in his palm. Solidified azure blue gemstone: "I want it."

"Thank goodness," Arthur said with a long breath, "Carl, you remind me of Mela, she was in exactly the same state as you when she first went to the human world to buy clothes."

"Sorry," Clark said sheepishly, "that person is very important to me, so I have to be more cautious."

He exchanged the ore from Krypton with Arthur, and then used heat vision to further carve and polish the gem at an altitude of [-] meters, and set it on the ring that Batman gave him.

That's right.

Clark Kent, a small-town boy from Kansas and the son of Krypton who is Superman, also decided to give Bruce a big surprise tonight——

Just tonight, he was going to propose to Bruce.

Clark has actually been preparing for a long time, and the forecast from the watchtower shows that there will be a meteor shower tonight. At first, he was worried that he would not know how to confess his superman identity to Bruce, but now Bruce already knew it, and he didn't even mind it at all!

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, is there any chance to be better than today?

Come on, Clark, Alpha felt the pounding heart in his chest due to excessive tension, clenched his fists, and tried hard to calm himself down.

you can do it!

But he was so nervous that he had to take half a day off to go back to his hometown. Clark felt that the only way to calm down his nervousness was to stay with Martha.

However, after returning to Kansas, Clark discovered that Martha had gone on a trip with her friends, and there was no one at home now.

He hesitated again and again, but decided to discuss this matter with Batman.

With Gotham Knight's always calm and rational attitude, it should be able to help himself, right?

But I don't know what happened today. The watchtower that was supposed to be guarded by Batman was only a bored Hal playing Lianliankan. After seeing Clark, he lazily greeted him: "Looking for a bat? He not there."

"Where did he go?" Clark asked.

"Who knows," Hal replied indifferently. "Anyway, he and I switched shifts. The last location showed that he was at the Daily Planet in the Metropolis."

Clark held his breath.

What does B do at his place of work?Could it be that……

He immediately flew back to the metropolis to check the situation, but the city was calm and everything was very harmonious. When the little reporter walked into the office, someone greeted him: "Hey, we left you afternoon tea!"

"Bruce has been here?" Clark looked at the dazzling array of snacks on the table and asked sharply.

"Bruce?" The colleague gave him a surprised look, "You mean Wayne? Yes, he just left for a while. Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"I'm planning to go." Clark hurriedly greeted him, then turned and left.The colleague did not react until his back disappeared at the gate, and asked loudly: "God, when did you have such a good relationship with that Wayne, and you actually called him by his first name?"

Clark heard it, of course, but he didn't answer.

Because their relationship is more than just "good".As long as he thinks of Bruce now, he can't control his heartbeat, shortness of breath, and imagination like a middle school student in love...,

All this fantasy ends when Clark returns to his apartment, opens the door and finds Batman sitting in his living room.

Batman leaned comfortably on the sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand.

This scene...is simply too weird.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and looked at the shocked Clark calmly: "Aren't you closing the door? Or do you prefer that the neighbors see me sitting with reporters from the Metropolis for afternoon tea?"

Clark slammed the door almost instantly.

His eyes widened: "B, you know...no, why are you here?"

He thought it was Bruce who came looking for him!

"Wayne can come, but I can't?" Batman asked back.

"..." The question was asked strangely, and Batman's tone was also weird. Although Clark thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out what was wrong, the little reporter still said honestly: "Of course not, You're welcome anytime, B, but you've got to at least tell me, or I'm not prepared for anything..."

"No need to prepare," Batman said lightly, "and if I told you in advance, wouldn't Wayne know it too?"

Clark: "..."

Why is this conversation getting weirder and weirder.

Before he could figure it out, he saw Batman put the cup on the coffee table in an elegant and familiar posture, then got up and walked towards him step by step——

Clark involuntarily took a half-step back, the result of Batman's years of deterrence against Superman and the Alliance.

"...B?"

He tried to force a smile and straightened his back, but something still didn't feel right.

Maybe because this was the first time he met Batman in an ordinary person's attire, Clark found a good reason for himself.

"What do you want to say to me? I'm listening, you... um!"

Clark's eyes widened in shock, and the pupils shrank sharply.

Batman withdrew his hand pinching his chin, licked his lips as if aftertaste, and his tone was still damn calm, as if he just patted Clark on the shoulder instead of kissing him.

"That's what I want to tell you," he said softly.

"You...I..." The little reporter was so shocked that he temporarily lost his ability to speak, he stared blankly at his former crush in front of him, who once refused his confession but tried to... hook him up after he found Omega /quote his partner.

Sorry, but in the current situation, Clark can't think of a second word other than "seduce".

"I already have Bruce," Clark said in a low voice after a while, obviously he was the one who was kissed, but he lowered his head as if he had done something wrong and didn't dare to look at Batman, "Sorry B , but I can't do that."

"How?" Batman asked with great interest. The small-town boy in troubled life didn't notice a hint of a smile in the voice of the person in front of him. "Kiss me, or say, go to bed?"

"No, it's impossible, I won't do it!" Clark yelled.

"Well, morally brilliant Superman, I should have thought of that."

Batman reached out slowly and straightened Clark's rumpled shirt collar—as sweet as a wife dropping off her husband to work in the morning, Clark thought horrified.Then the evil dark knight chopped him apart again with one sentence:

"What if I say, I'm here to meet you and do these things, and Wayne also knows?"

The author has something to say: I really can't write [-], so I will add it when I have a chance.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Jinghong, Arkham little patient 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 49 bottles of Jiangnian; 10 bottles of Junmenglin; 5 bottles of Wanxia and Kongxiluo;

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