[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"Bruce, there's something I want to tell you."

"Now is not the time," Bruce sat in front of the main console of the Batcave, staring intently at the multiple road condition monitors displayed on the screen, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I have business tonight. Clark, Lex Group One more container was loaded and unloaded at the Gotham docks last night than was listed, and I detected residual kryptonite radiation on the ship that delivered it. It seems that Hydra is indeed connected with them, and our plan has succeeded half."

"Uh, yeah? I mean, that's great." Superman looked a little embarrassed, and he quietly raised his toes an inch, which made him look more majestic, although Clark doubted that he was in front of Bruce at all. There was no such thing, "It just so happens that I have been observing Luthor recently. In fact, if you don't mind, what I want to tell you happens to be related to him."

Bruce paused as he tapped the keyboard.

The black-haired Omega turned his head with a sullen face, and stared at him with a gaze that made Clark's back chill: "Say."

Oh my god, this is the downside of dating in the office, Clark groaned in his heart, but still quickly explained his experience in the past few days: "Actually, it was Dick who contacted me, and he said that the newcomer from the Titans A member, his name is ... Connor."

Bruce remained silent, staring with folded arms, but Clark knew he was listening.

"He is a clone of the Lex Group. Luthor's laboratory created him with my DNA," after making up his mind, the process of confessing became much easier. Clarke became more and more fluent, and even dared to secretly raise his eyes and Bruce glanced at each other, "In other words, Connor is actually half Kryptonian, and I..." He said the last half of the sentence with difficulty, "It's his father."

"Of course, only in a physical sense," he added.

"Oh." Bruce said.

"Oh?" Clark stared at him in disbelief. "Is that your reaction? B, you don't care at all that I suddenly have an extra teen?"

The guilty conscience on Superman's face instantly turned into grievance.

The Kryptonian's blue eyes look like they're going to cry any second, Bruce thought casually.

Aha, small town boy.

"Clark," he knocked on the table, and answered Clarke's question with rare patience, "I am Batman, and information about the Justice League or the Titans will be uploaded to the bat computer first, let alone Dick or my son—— Do you think I don't know about Connor's existence?"

Clark's eyes widened in pain: "But you didn't even ask me!"

"That's because I'm busy with other more important things," Bruce said quickly, "Don't worry, I have a little more experience in raising children than you do, and Dick will take care of him. Or Are you not ready to face him?"

"I really don't," Superman said angrily, but what annoyed him more than being a father was Bruce's attitude, "You're not the only one who is busy these days, Bruce, I don't care what the media say about me Yes, but Hal—and Barry and the others, are starting to think I'm a two-footed guy now! I've been putting up with it, too!"

Bruce asked subconsciously, "Patience for what?"

"...kiss you in front of them."

Superman took a menacing step forward, thrusting his left leg between his knees, pressing one hand on the console with extreme force.Because of this posture, Bruce in his arms raised his head unconsciously, looking up at the Kryptonian in front of him who was suppressing some kind of intense emotion, and frowned slightly because of the too close distance.

The well-shaped thin lips of the black-haired Omega moved slightly. Clark stared at it fascinatedly, and slowly lowered his head. Yes, the atmosphere is just right, just need a little more effort...

"What are you crazy about, Clark?"

Bruce pushed him away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, I have to work."

Looking at the man's ruthless back, Clark let out an annoyed sigh.

He screwed up again.

"...So, that's why you came to me? Dissatisfied with desire?"

Dick was sitting on the sofa in the Titan Building holding a cup of hot cocoa, and he had to use the cup to barely hide the overly weird smile on his face: "Seriously, Carl, I can understand you. Bruce would be a perfect Batman is probably the most reliable sidekick you'll ever meet, but dating a workaholic, masochist, and control freak? You've got real guts."

"Don't talk about Bruce like that," Clark frowned, even in the face of Dick, he firmly defended Bruce, "He just went through too much, especially after Jason, we all know."

"Ah, yes, Jason." Dick's smile faded.

The young man drank the hot cocoa in the cup in one gulp, sat in silence for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you know that Jason's grave was dug up?"

Clark gasped for breath: "What?"

Dick watched his expression carefully and found that Superman's face was completely shocked and angry, so he knew that Bruce hadn't told him about it.

"Bruce has been looking up this thing lately," he whispered. "I think he's mad, and of course I am. But Clark, I didn't see that directly, my brother...I can't believe he You can’t even rest in peace after death.”

He gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the cup made a creaking sound because of too much force.

"I... God, I'm sorry," Clark said incoherently, "I really don't know, but why didn't he tell me?"

"Because it's between the Batman and the Joker," Dick replied.

After noticing the look in Clark's eyes, he immediately added: "I'm not saying that you and we are not a family, but Clark, Bruce, me, Jason, and Damian are the ones who have inherited Batman's will. All bear the brand of a bat, that is our fate."

He gave up the idea of ​​pouring himself another cup of hot cocoa, turned to the wine cabinet and returned with a bottle of Bordeaux.

"I will stay in Gotham during this time," Dick patted Clark on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "until I find the bastard who dared to dig my brother's grave and make him pay the price. As for the media, Bruce It should be to confuse Hydra with these plausible news. The kryptonite they had stored before was basically emptied by the Avengers, so if they want to deal with you, they must cooperate with Luther. It's a good time to catch them all."

Clark's ten fingers were tightly twisted together: "Luther... By the way, is that child okay?"

"Who? Oh, are you asking about Connor?" Dick smiled. "Actually, he's been staying in the room. He's so excited to hear you're coming, but he's afraid to see you. You want to see him." ?"

"I……"

Clark opened his mouth, he hesitated.

"Let's forget it," he finally shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I'm not quite ready yet."

"I understand." Dick nodded understandingly. "After all, Connor is different from Damian. He is a kind and ordinary boy. I mean, he doesn't count the superpower part."

Clark: "..."

But as the first Robin, Dick can be said to be the closest person to Bruce in the world. He is right, Bruce is in a very bad state now-even worse than when Jason just died.

"It's 47:[-] in the morning, Master Bruce, it's time for you to go to bed." Alfred stood beside his seat, his voice calmly reminded him, "Excuse me, but you don't have superman's excellent physical fitness, Sleeping for eight hours for three days, you have successfully broken Master Stark's record of staying up late, and you have taken another solid step on the road to embrace death."

"Leave me alone, Afu." Bruce hoarsely said, "By the way, cut off the damn health alarm clock for me, I don't need Tony Stark to teach me how to live healthy, this is too ridiculous."

"But you were the one who nodded in favor of installing it."

"I know!" Bruce slammed the table hard, "But I fucking regret it now, can I!"

His roar echoed in the empty bat cave, and the old butler stood silently aside, quietly watching the man in front of him with blue-black eyes on the verge of losing control.Bruce lowered his head in this deathly silence. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry Fu, I lost my composure."

"It's all right," said Alfred, "You're just too tired, Master Bruce."

"You need to rest." "Ican't," Bruce shook his head, "Hydra is very cautious. The cargo in the container disappeared mysteriously after landing. I haven't found out where it flows. It may be enough to kill you." The kryptonite that killed Superman several times. And the Jason thing..."

"What happened to Master Jason is not your fault." Alfred said tremblingly, "Don't put all the responsibility on you alone, Master Bruce."

"That's my responsibility," Bruce murmured, "I'm his father, Alfred."

He stopped talking, just continued to turn his head away and go about his work.

Just when Alfred was about to give up persuading him to leave alone, Bruce's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Tell Clark, I will hold a banquet tomorrow night, and Superman will remember to be there."

"...I will inform Master Kent."

At eight o'clock that night, Bruce Wayne, who was currently receiving attention on all social media, stepped onto the red carpet with a nonchalant expression under the attention of thousands of people.

Everyone noticed that he came alone today.

And many people can see that the state of the black-haired Omega is not right. Some reporters have already started to record in their notebooks, "It is mentioned that Superman Wayne has a different look, and he seems to have conflicts with Superman's feelings." Those who watched this scene vowed to declare that they had already broken up.

"Bruce, why don't you go in?" Luthor smirked and strode towards him from behind with a female Omega on his arm, "Oh, why didn't you bring an Alpha here today? Are the recent supermodels not to your liking, or Said he was released as a pigeon?"

The female Omega next to him also evoked a smug smile when he heard the words, and cast a contemptuous look at Bruce.

"who is she?"

Bruce frowned at her inexplicable hostility, and asked in a faint voice.

"Irene Teller," Alfred's voice came from the earphones, "a little-known artist in Gotham who became famous for rejecting your pursuit once."

Bruce: "...Is there such a thing?"

He couldn't even remember the man's name.

"Don't say anything, Lex," Irene gently caressed Luther's face. Bruce bet five dollars that the bald man must have deliberately asked her to be his girlfriend tonight. After all, the Wayne Group has ruined a lot of his business recently. , "Maybe Mr. Wayne's partner tonight is just driving in a traffic jam. You know, the traffic in downtown Gotham is always bad."

Luther laughed softly, put his arms around her waist, and said casually: "Or do you have a rich imagination, my dear, traffic jam? This excuse sounds really good, it's like telling the Wayne Group that we are conducting illegal experiments Just as ridiculous."

Although the reporters couldn't hear their conversation clearly, they could tell from their expressions that the three of them were definitely not talking about some light-hearted topic. For a moment, flashing lights were everywhere, and everyone was staring at Bruce Wayne's face, wondering How he would respond to provocation.

"Sorry Lex," Bruce lazily greeted the man and woman who sang together, "I sympathize with what happened to you, but you also know that the Wayne Group is not under my control. Maybe the people in the legal department are just What did you discover during the cooperation... um, something worthy of their attention? I don't know either. But you're right about one thing: my Alpha is indeed stuck in the road."

As he said that, the black-haired Omega shrugged, and showed a dazzling smile to the gloomy Luthor:

"Not because of the nighttime traffic in Gotham, but because he's too busy saving the world."

The voice fell.

Among the countless screams that suddenly rose up at the scene, a sonic boom came from the night sky.

Accompanied by a sudden night wind, Superman landed lightly on the red carpet with his toes on the ground.

The red cloak behind him stretched and fluttered with the wind as if alive. His handsome face and classic quiet eyebrows made the hearts of all those who saw Superman for the first time couldn't help but speed up.

Clark glanced around quickly, and his eyes locked on the subject in an instant.

Under everyone's breathless gaze, the Alpha known as the strongest and most handsome on Earth walked towards Bruce Wayne step by step, until the gentle and magnetic voice sounded, they were still in a dream :"Sorry, I'm late."

"Indonesia tsunami." He simply explained.

Bruce said briskly: "It's okay, Mr. Superman, it's better to say that you came just in time."

He turned to look at Luthor, whose expression had become terrified since the advent of Superman, twitched the corners of his mouth, and suppressed a yawn, which made the smile look even more ridiculous: "Haveaniceday, you two, I will I won't accompany you for now."

In front of the two of them, Baby Bruce took Superman's arms affectionately, and walked into the banquet hall with him.

When passing by Luther, Superman lowered his voice and said to him: "I will come to you again, Luther, we are not done with Connor."

Irene watched in horror as Lex Luthor's face instantly turned hideous, but returned to normal in just a second.

"Very good," he said to himself, "anytime."

Even though there was a distance, Luthor knew that it was impossible for Superman not to hear his answer.

But Clark just put his head down and gave Bruce a small piece of cake from the table, because he knew someone would forget about dinner once they got busy.

"It's almost enough," Bruce took it with a surprised smile, and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't do it too much, we still have to 'break up'."

Clark... Clark pretended he didn't hear.

The Kryptonian who has super hearing suddenly pretended to be deaf and dumb again at this moment. Facing countless celebrities and rich people who excitedly wanted to talk to him, he just smiled and said nothing, calculating that he still needs to talk to him again. How long does it take to challenge the bottom line of Bruce's patience.

Because he was distracted, he bumped into a teenager on the way—but judging from the trajectory of his actions, it seemed that the other boy did it on purpose, but Clark helped him up politely, and asked softly, "Are you okay, kid?"

"I, I'm fine," the boy got up from his cloak, his expression seemed a little extra nervous, he quickly looked up at Clark and then lowered his head deeply, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Superman."

"Tim!"

A woman in a pearl pink dress hurriedly ran over and hugged him in her arms.

She apologized repeatedly to Clark: "I'm sorry Mr. Superman, Tim didn't mean it."

There was a wry smile on the corner of Clark's mouth, what else could he say.

"It's okay." He said gently.

By the way, after the mother and son left, he crushed the locator that the boy named Tim put on his cloak.

Hell, he thought gloomily, why do even the kids in Gotham know what Batman is all about now?

"I heard Dick say something about Jason." After finally finding a chance to be alone, Clark let out a long breath. He looked at Bruce with concern and suppressed another yawn, and couldn't help asking, "Bruce, what did you say last night?" How long have you slept?"

"Actually, basically no sleep." Bruce said sleepily, "Okay Carl, you can almost go now, you can use whatever excuse you want. I will go back to the Batcave later and have intelligence to analyze... you What are you doing!"

He opened his eyes wide suddenly, and the drowsiness was swept away in an instant.

In the silent banquet hall, Clark held the stiff black-haired Omega in his arms and smiled apologetically towards the stunned guests around him: "Sorry, Bruce is not feeling well, I will take him away first." Then It disappeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"F**kyou! Put me down Kryptonian!"

The moment Bruce landed on the ground, he picked up his collar angrily: "Who told you to make a claim? And where the hell is this—"

His voice stopped abruptly when he touched the Wayne Building outside the window.

"You bought a house in Gotham?" He looked around incredulously, "And it's in the city center, the location is perfect, the best place for sniping, right next to the Wayne Building...shit, I didn't know?"

Clark suppressed a smile: "Yes, I asked Oliver to go through the formalities. Obviously, there are things in this world that Batman doesn't know, isn't it?"

But out of a certain man's self-esteem, the little reporter didn't tell him that he also took on a loan of thousands of dollars a month for this.

He pushed Bruce, who was still in a state of shock, onto the big bed, stretched out his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Bruce," he said, "no matter what happens, you still have me. Just... try to trust me for once, okay?"

Clark propped himself up on the bed, and stared seriously at Bruce, who was lying on the bed with frowning brows. After a while, he sighed and stretched out his hand to smooth the center of his brow.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, "It's only two hours, I will call you when the time comes."

Bruce wanted to struggle, but maybe the Kryptonian's embrace was too warm, or Clark's words touched a hidden corner of his heart, so he finally gave up struggling.He just rolled his eyes in the dark, and pushed Alpha's overly strong chest muscles: "Get out of the way, you're blocking me."

As if sulking, the moment Clark let go of him, Bruce grabbed the quilt on the bed and rolled himself into a ball with his back to the man.

The corner of Clark's mouth raised a slight arc unconsciously.

"Let me read you the comments from netizens," he took out his phone and said to himself, "some of them are really interesting, and it's good to have fun before going to bed."

Bruce let out a heavy hum through his nose.

"From netizen 'God when are they getting married': 'My God, did you watch the live broadcast tonight? Especially the part where Wayne smiled at Superman, and my screams at home could almost blow over the ceiling! They really It's so sweet—'" Clark finished reading, and commented with a smile, "Thank you, I also think it's very sweet."

Bruce's closed eyelids twitched, but he managed not to make a sound.

"There's also this one: 'Jesus Christ, Bruce Wayne is so fucking handsome when he looks like a melancholy prince, not to mention Superman, I'm about to fall in love with him.'" Clark raised his eyebrows, "I have Same, but I'm luckier than this guy called 'Just Sleep Batman' because I did."

The unbearable Bruce finally kicked over: "Shut up! I'm going to sleep!"

Clark, who had achieved his goal, raised his hands in surrender. He made a zip gesture to Bruce, sincerely saying that he would never make a sound again.

Probably really tired, after the silence, Bruce's breathing soon became steady and long.

The hot night wind blew into the room from the open window. Clark got out of bed, pressed the button of the remote control of the air conditioner, walked to the window, and looked out at the night view of Gotham for a while. When he was about to close the window, his pupils Shrink suddenly. ,

A small sound of breaking through the air came from the front, and Superman grabbed the sharp arrow that was shot at the door of his face, and raised his eyes to stare at that direction so fiercely that it made people horrified.

In the darkness, a young man in tights stood on the top floor of the Wayne Building, across a road, facing Clark in the sky. The dark eyes hidden under the red hood made a shadow quickly pass through Clark's heart.

But when he flew to the roof of the Wayne Building, it was already empty.

Looking at the empty rooftop, Clark frowned.

He lowered his head and unfolded the note tied to the arrow, on which was written only one sentence:

"Come to Gotham Pier."

The author has something to say: Barrel: Damn it, I just came back to life and saw the old man messing with Kryptonians, fuck him!

Da Chao:? ? ?

ps: Next, I can finally code well. Let’s arrange the scene of the four little birds having a family reunion (?).

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 little Arkham patient;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 25 bottles of wooden fish; 5 bottles of Merlin on the top;

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