[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Clark Kent thought he must be dreaming.

Either a certain evil magician cast a spell on him, so that Superman indulged in his inner desire/desire and refused to wake up, taking the opportunity to implement his plan to destroy the world.

But in any case, he really didn't want to call this beautiful dream a curse.

After being discovered by Bruce that he was hiding the deepest secret, Clark was ashamed and angry. If he was not worried that he would never be able to enter Gotham again, Superman would definitely turn into a meteor and escape the atmosphere immediately.

But he never thought of it.

Instead of being offended, Bruce dragged him along to try several of the "superhero favorite poses" listed in a forum thread!

Until the black-haired Omega lay exhausted beside him and breathed calmly, Clark still couldn't believe that he was so lucky.

"Stop that ridiculous expression on your face, small town boy." Bruce caught a glimpse of Clark's dreamy face, sighed amusedly, and pinned a strand of black hair soaked in sweat behind his ear, "I Needs sex/living too. Why else do you think I let you move into my bedroom?"

Clark instantly felt aggrieved: "So I'm a bed warmer, right? Tool Man Alpha?"

"Well... almost."

"Bruce!"

The Gotham baby leaned back on the pillow, giggling.

The smile was so real, Clark felt for a split second that Bruce's eyes were glowing as he watched him, Rao he was so damn attractive - but it only stayed on the man's face for less than two seconds before disappearing Instead, it is the Batman that Superman is most familiar with.

"Go downstairs for dinner first, and I'm going to do night patrol in two hours." Bruce said, getting up from the bed, "Can you make curry?"

"A little bit." Clark replied cautiously.

He borrowed the kitchen of Wayne Manor, and Bruce watched Clark's slightly flustered appearance in the face of these expensive kitchen utensils, leaned on the door without any guilt, and made a cross for him in his heart:

Let's hope they're still intact when Alfred comes back, amen.

But to be honest, Clark's craftsmanship is still good. When they both sat down at the table, Bruce looked at the hot food on the plate, and it was rare for him to be in a good mood.

Everything went well today. He successfully invited Clark to live at home, perfectly solved his own food problem after Alfred left, and the progress of researching the Stone of Origin has also advanced by a full [-]%. Arkham and Gotham is safe and sound... in general, the air is clean, the weather is sunny, and the world is at peace.

And it was supposed to be a peaceful night.

—and so it was, before some big green lightbulb flew into the manor.

Seeing Hal during non-working hours, Clark's eyes widened in surprise. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Bruce, who was sitting across from him, but found an imperceptible solemnity flashing across the man's face. If it wasn't for Clark being too familiar with him Almost never found.

"Wow, look who's here," Bruce immediately put down the spoon in his hand after a brief moment of stupefaction, stood up happily, and welcomed with open arms, "Green Lantern! I don't know what you can do with me? "

Brother Gongzi stared at the Green Lantern who landed in front of him with his beautiful blue eyes, as if he was fascinated by the other's eye-catching attire.

But in fact, after Bruce noticed how Hal was staring at him with a blank face, he immediately tensed up secretly, and put one hand on the table knife calmly, always ready Once something is wrong, restrain the other party.

"Bruce Wayne," Hal spat out his name in a cold tone, and it had to be said that this made Bruce even more alert, "I'm here to give you a warning."

"……what?"

"I think you should know who I am," Hal used his light ring to conjure a camera, and shook him threateningly, "I also know about you and Superman, and maybe your fellow Gotham Batman." There's an inappropriate relationship between..."

Listening to his words, the expression on Bruce's face gradually became weird.

Clark stared at the curry on the plate in front of him, and suddenly felt that he couldn't eat it.

"So?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"So, I hope you can take the initiative to explain to them that you already have an Alpha," Hal cleared his throat, "otherwise I will tell them about your relationship with this gentleman, and I have photos as evidence— —Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t take pictures when you were in the bedroom just now, I’m not a voyeur!”

He roared at the Gotham rich man with a shocked expression on his face, "I didn't expect you to be such a Green Lantern".

Clark still didn't look up.

It doesn't matter, he just accidentally bent the handle of the spoon, a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

The little reporter seemed to be seriously considering the possibility of suffocating himself to death with curry. Unfortunately, Kryptonians probably don’t have this option, so he could only experience something similar to chronic pain in this extremely embarrassing atmosphere. The ordeal of suicide.

"Do you understand?" There was no response for a long time, and Hal's voice gradually raised, "Wayne, I'm the Green Lantern! Green Lanterns always do what they say!"

"Bruce," Clark finally couldn't take it anymore, he quietly threw the bent spoon into the trash can, "Let's tell him."

"Tell me what?" Hal looked at Bruce's still calm expression and said in horror, "You don't want to say that Batman and Superman also know about your relationship?"

Bruce twitched his lips: "You're right, they do know."

Hal: "..."

On this day, Green Lantern's fragile mind was shocked like never before.

"No," he stepped back half a step, holding his head and shouting in disbelief, "what's wrong with you Gotham people?"

"'We' Gotham people?" Bruce's eyes turned cold, and Clark couldn't help shivering, "Superman is from Metropolis!"

"He's been turned into Gotham a long time ago!" Hal screamed, "I knew there must be something abnormal about people who always stay with old bats, I knew... hell, I'm full now My mind is full of pictures of the four of you lying on the bed and messing around, why should I go through this kind of thing?"

The indomitable Green Lantern muttered in despair.

After this blow, even the green light on his body, which was always bright in the long night, dimmed a lot involuntarily.

It looked like a large firefly that was wilted after being hit by a strong wind.

"It was you who first flew into my manor to make demands on me." Bruce pointed out sharply.

Immediately, he sighed and said: "It's just right, I have something to look for you, come down with me."

Bruce meant to take Hal to the Batcave to explain some tasks, and by the way, it was a disguised identity, but to Hal's ears now, this is the "evil Wayne" finally going to take his evil hand Stretched out to himself--

"Although I don't have any money, I will never surrender to you!" He swallowed, and took a step back nervously, his look as if he was facing a big enemy, as if Bruce had two wings and a hideous face. Bat-Monster, "Just because you've confuse Superman and Batman doesn't mean other heroes will. Don't even think about it!"

Green Lantern swore to the death to defend his virginity!

Clark coughed violently.

"Hal," he changed his tone, and said helplessly to Hal, who was trapped in fantasy, "it's me."

Alpha levitates gently, and reaches out to the shocked Green Lantern.

"...Carl?"

Clark nodded.

Hal immediately grabbed his shoulders, and said quickly: "Run, brother, before it's too late! Wayne is right, you're not from Gotham, there's no need to fall with them, and changing from 4p to 3p doesn't change the matter." As a matter of fact, if you want I can introduce you to a dozen Omegas with thin waists, long legs and big asses, all of them are very hot—”

"Oh," Clark said with a smile, "then they can have Batman hot?"

Hal: "...What???"

Accompanied by a low curse, a strong wind hit the two of them.

The target is Superman's temple.

Green Lantern subconsciously erected a green wall beside him and Superman, even though he knew that Clark had a body of steel and it was almost impossible to get injured.

The sharp weapon hit the wall and landed with a crisp sound.

Hal's eyes froze.

He stared straight at the familiar black bat dart on the ground, like a machine that just forgot to oil, raised his head little by little, and looked at the man in dark pajamas, standing with his arms folded. Bruce Wayne stared at them coldly.

This rich Gotham guy that Hal hates very much, the alliance patron, and the legendary lover of Batman.

...a guy who, in his opinion, is nothing but his body, face, and damn rich.

"Batman?" he asked in a dreamy voice.

"I thought you were so keen on calling me nicknames," Bruce gave him a mocking look. "See now, Hal Jordan?"

Hal nodded dreamily.

"But...but aren't you an Omega?" But he still couldn't believe it and asked, "I don't discriminate against Omega, I mean—I thought Batman was an Alpha?"

"I never said I was an Alpha, I just put on some disguise." Bruce said with a sullen face, "What's the problem?"

Howl shook his head violently.

"Very good," the black-haired man said in an undeniable tone, "Then hurry up and catch up, you have already delayed me too much tonight."

He went first

Hal was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Bruce was going to take him to the legendary Batcave. He stared at the back of the black-haired Omega with broad shoulders and long legs, swallowed, and spoke excitedly and nervously to the Superman whispered: "Carl, I think what you said just now is absolutely true, Batman... When he is not such a jerk, he is really hot."

Clark: "..."

Noticing the look in Superman's eyes, Green Lantern, who has always been good at killing, immediately swore with three fingers: "I don't have any thoughts about Bruce, and Diana can testify that I read all the Super Bat articles on the BVS forum just to pick up girls." once."

Clark was silent for a moment, reluctantly deciding to forgive him.

"No next time," he said.

"...By the way, send me a briefcase."

Red Hood, who was far away on the other side of Gotham, tore off his bug and stomped it to pieces.

"What's the matter?" Roy was wiping the muzzle of the gun next to him, and he looked up calmly when he heard the movement, "Did Batman say something that made you jump again? Do you need me to help you prepare ammunition/ammunition?"

"Not Batman," said Red Hood with a sullen face.

"Not Batman?" Roy raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Could it be Superman?"

He intended to make a little joke to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect the air pressure around Red Hood to be even lower.

Roy leaned over curiously, watched Red Hood open the notebook, registered an account on the BVS forum with fast hands, and then...

Nearly a hundred Bat Chao posts topped the homepage.

Roy: "..."

Sorry, there may be something seriously ill with this current partner of mine.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 43 bottles of Shenmu seeds; 10 bottles of Huaqiqi; 5 bottles of the shadow of Gotham who does not want to talk and diving;

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