[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

The biting cold wind whizzed past the house, and the rain hit the windows, making a crackling sound, but inside the house was a completely different kind of warmth. The scorched charcoal crackled in the fireplace, and the bright fire reflected the expensive stone under Clark's feet. Persian rug.

He held the hot cocoa in his hand a little awkwardly, and took a sip slowly.

When Bruce changed into his home clothes and went downstairs, he happened to see Clark staring out the window in a daze.

"Mr. Kent," he drew his voice, "Have you considered my proposal just now?"

The little reporter raised his head abruptly.

"Well, of course, I mean," he tried to collect himself, "why not? It's better for both of us."

Bruce Wayne told him that he did not plan to find a regular partner, but he could accept the temporary mark, and he would pay Clark accordingly, on the condition that the relationship between the two should not be made public.

In a word: only talk about business, not about feelings.

This is exactly what Clark wants.

Although according to B, if he can get a sample of Bruce's pheromone, the effect of the inhibitor produced will be improved, but Clark really hates the process of poking his skin with a kryptonite needle.

Not only is it painful, but it will also weaken his strength.

"That's great," Bruce said. "We're on the same page. But we've got to have a formal contract."

He put a contract on the coffee table.

Clarke spun through it with his super brain.

No problem, if you don't look at the job content, this is just an ordinary employment contract.

Bruce Wayne is surprisingly easygoing compared to most American capitalists.

He even marked the important points intimately: meet once a week, the location is determined by him, and can be discussed.As a reward, he will give Clark a lot of dollars every month.

It was more than double his salary when he was a reporter!

Clark suddenly felt that he was being taken care of.

He coughed, trying to get the idea out of his head, put down the contract, and said to Bruce Wayne, "Sorry Mr. Wayne, I won't sign it."

"why?"

"I don't need to be paid," Clark said, "because I don't feel like I'm doing any valuable work, it's just helping each other out."

Bruce looked at his serious expression and unconsciously twitched the corners of his lips.

"But if you don't sign the contract," the man sitting on the sofa raised his legs and folded his hands on his stomach in a damn elegant posture, "how can I trust you, Clark? For those of us, it is the most worry-free way."

Clark hesitated for a while, but still confessed, "Because... I have someone I like."

"Oh?" Gotham Prince blinked his eyes with interest, "For that person, you would rather give up the chance to be with Gotham's richest man?"

"I'm not short of money," Clark explained, but quickly changed his words under Bruce's teasing eyes. "Well, I mean, money is not that important to me. I care more about whether I can Get that person's heart."

As he spoke, Clark remembered the conversation he had with Batman that day, and his voice slowly dropped.

Like a downcast golden retriever, Bruce thought.

"Secret love?... No, it should have been rejected."

He touched his chin and tentatively guessed.

After seeing Clark's eyes mixed with shame and surprise, Bruce laughed: "It seems that I guessed it right."

"Mr. Wayne—"

"Call me Bruce." Omega leaned lazily on the back of the chair, showing a playful smile at the angry town boy, "Don't worry about Clark, the storyline is a bit old-fashioned, but if the protagonist is you, I'll believe it."

He simply and neatly threw the contract into the blazing fireplace.

Clark took a deep breath and closed his mouth tightly.

He wants to take back his previous thoughts.

When it comes to being annoying, Bruce Wayne is no worse than those rich guys!

"Okay, stop making such a face," Bruce said, "Come on, let's try."

"Try..." Clark almost tied his tongue, "Try what?"

"Temporary marker." Bruce looked at him strangely.

Omega, who looked harmless, was only wearing a dark cotton home jacket, and lost Moss's fixation. His soft black hair was hanging down in small curls. Bruce leaned lazily on the back of the chair, facing He waved to the little reporter in front of him.

Compared with the still young Clark, Bruce Wayne is older. His age and status determine that he firmly occupies the dominant position in this fragile relationship. Clark almost walked over with his hands and feet, The heart beats faster than it did during the Doomsday War.

"Oh my god, it's just a temporary mark." Bruce propped his chin, still sighing with fuel, "Clark, a pure guy like you is almost extinct in Gotham."

Clark pursed his lips tightly, unbuttoned his collar, bent down, and bit down on the Omega's gland as if venting his anger.

The canine teeth pierced the skin, and there was a tingling pain.

Only for a moment.

Sunshine, dew and the sweet smell of corn filled the hall.

Bruce raised his neck and let out a muffled groan.

The five fingers clasped the armrest tightly, and the slender fingers turned slightly white from forbearance.

"Ka..." He moved his lips, trying to call out that name, but changed his words instantly.

"Clark..."

The tip of the nose is lingering with a faint bitter taste of coffee, which is the pheromone of Bruce.

Different from the sweet smell Clark imagined, it was inexplicably similar to the overly cold rain smell on Batman's body. Until now, Clark was still not sure whether he made the right decision, but strangely, when he closed the When I close my eyes, I always have the illusion that I am embracing B.

It made him feel a little guilty about Bruce.

He could feel the throat of the man in his arms rolling up and down impatiently.

Bruce was trying to stay awake.

But the man's dilated pupils showed that it was very difficult, and a drop of sweat flowed down the angular jaw, which was so sexy that it almost made people crazy.

Clark's throat suddenly felt dry.

The beast sleeping in his heart opened his eyes, his body couldn't help leaning forward, one leg half-kneeled on the sofa chair, the tips of the teeth were almost embedded in the small gland.

Bruce shuddered.

He pushed the little reporter's shoulder hard, as if he had cursed.

But compared to the elegant and sloppy Gotham baby at the banquet, Clark prefers his undisguised appearance now.

After 1 minute, the temporary marking is completed.

Clark straightened up with the armrest of the sofa chair, stepped back half a step, lowered his head to straighten his black-rimmed glasses, and returned to the awkward look before.

But Bruce would believe it.

Panting, he stared at the apologetic little reporter, with a trace of flush/redness on his face that hadn't faded yet.

"Jesus Christ," he said angrily, "Clark Kent, you..."

Clark said innocently: "What's wrong with me? Bruce, you invited me."

Bruce stared at him in disbelief.

He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes: "Okay, then you can get out now."

"Master Bruce," Alfred frowned disapprovingly when he heard the words just entered the living room, "Be careful with manners. And it's not the Wayne family's hospitality to drive away guests in such bad weather." Say." After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly to Clark, "Mr. Kent, I have packed the guest room for you on the second floor, and you can go up to rest at any time."

Bruce snorted heavily, but said nothing.

Clark hesitated, but agreed.

"Thank you, Alfred," he said.

He is in a mess right now, and he really needs to think about it.

Three days later, the watchtower.

Clark said sincerely: "B, I want to talk to you."

"About what happened last time, I'm sorry to trouble you, I..."

Hal looked at a Superman who was talking to himself against the wall, and asked incredulously, "What's wrong with him?"

Barry shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's a speech practice?"

Hal: "But he seems to be apologizing to Batman."

"........."

Diana walked by, sighed helplessly, and shook her head.

"What about Batman?" Hal asked.

Barry said "uh": "I don't know, he is not in the watchtower during this time, maybe he is on vacation?"

Hal glared at him: "Are you sure you want to associate 'vacation' with that bat? But speaking of it, Gotham has been quite peaceful recently..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an alarm sound from the screen.

Location: Gotham.

Hal: "..."

Hal: "Well, pretend I didn't say anything."

"What happened?" Superman flashed to the console for a second.

His expression was very tense, because as we all know, Gotham is Batman's territory, unless a very serious situation occurs, otherwise, with Batman's character, he will never ask Zhenglian for help easily.

"Let me see," Barry quickly called up Gotham's local surveillance, "A group of kidnappers broke into the Wayne Building... Uh, they actually kidnapped Bruce Wayne?"

He showed a look of sincere admiration.

Hearing the familiar name, Superman's hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

Hal was surprised: "Who the hell is Bruce Wayne?"

"You don't know Wayne?" Barry was more surprised than he was. "He is a patron of the Alliance. Our battle damage costs, watchtowers and weapons research and development are basically sponsored by the Wayne Group." , he added, "Including Batman's gear."

Hal suddenly realized: "So it's the old bat's benefactor, no wonder he's so nervous."

Superman frowned: "Okay Hal, now is not the time to joke, we should set off."

The two came to the sky above Gotham.

Clark first observed the interior of the Wayne Building with a perspective. There were 17 hostages in total, and Bruce was taken to the top floor alone.

As the unlucky guy chosen by the kidnappers, Bruce was firmly tied to a chair, with a large hole in the back of the floor-to-ceiling window, and two kidnappers with guns standing beside him, whoever dared to act rashly, waited for his results Either it was beaten into a sieve, or it was smashed into a pool of meatloaf.

"Treating an Omega like this, your actions are too rough." However, Young Master Wayne Coquettish, who seemed to be unclear about the situation, was still trying to bargain with the kidnappers, "There are so many of you, and you are still pretending to be in the building." Bomb, no one can escape anyway, so why tie it so tightly?"

There is still a bomb?

Clark said decisively: "Hal, you go to rescue the remaining hostages, and I will go to the top floor to rescue Bruce...I mean Wayne."

Hal gave him an odd look.

"Well," he grunted, "it looks like I did miss a lot of inside information."

Wayne Building, top floor.

Superman took the lead, and like a flash of lightning, he defeated all the kidnappers in a few seconds.

He stopped, looked down at his fist, and then looked up at the guys who fell to the side and couldn't help moaning/groaning in pain, and frowned suspiciously.

At this level, it doesn't make sense that B can't solve it?

Hal quickly got his hands on his side too, and he flew up to the top floor to find Superman, just in time to see him untie Bruce Wayne with heat vision.

The rich Gotham guy must be terrified, Hal thought, pale as paper.

Of course Clark also noticed this, and Superman tried his best to adjust his expression to a normal state, at least, Bruce couldn't see that he was worried.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's okay, I'm just a little afraid of heights." Bruce murmured.

He carefully patted the dust off his body, and smiled unprecedentedly at Clark.

"Superman! You saved me!"

His gaze was intense, a pair of blue shiny eyes stared straight at the S logo on Superman's chest, his expression was full of novelty, excitement and...

A little worship.

For some unknown reason, Clark suddenly shuddered.

Dazed by Gotham Baby's charming smile, he couldn't help stammering: "Ah, yes, yes, you're welcome. Have you seen Batman? The location he posted just now is in the Wayne Building."

Clark smelled a faint scent of night rain on Bruce.

—This is Batman's pheromone.

Batman never let people get close, he and Bruce must have a very close relationship... and Gotham's Dark Knight and Gotham Prince, it sounds very good, doesn't it?

The little reporter felt pantothenic while thinking about it.

"Batman?"

Bruce's attention was still on Superman in front of him. Hearing this question, he nonchalantly asked the same question as Hal just now: "Who the hell is Batman? I haven't seen him."

Clark: "..."