[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

With Diana's painful lesson this time, Cyborg chose the laboratory as the next destination.

In the laboratory, there will always be no one who is holding some r18 fanbook and reading it with gusto, right?Cyborg thought luckily, the people who usually stay in the lab are basically those few fixed technical nerds, they definitely don't have this kind of hobby.

But when he pushed open the door of the laboratory, he was startled by a "corpse" lying horizontally under his feet. After he took a closer look, he found that it was a big living person: "Mr....Mr. Stark? You Why are you here!?"

The rich man with a mustache barely opened his eyes a crack, the deep blue and black under his eyes made people frightened even looking at them.

But there was a contented smile on his face: "I finally fixed that broken thing, finally."

"The time-traveling machine has been repaired?" Steel Skeleton was taken aback, then elated, "That's great! We finally..." He was about to say that he could finally go home, but he suddenly realized that it might be possible to say this in front of fans in this world. Not very good, so I changed my words, "Mr. Stark, does this mean that we can finally contact the original world?"

"Yes, but let me sleep for a while first, I haven't closed my eyes for almost fifty hours... Huh..."

Tony fell to the ground while talking, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Steel Bone carefully covered him with a blanket, closed the door softly, then straightened up and watched the reaction in the live broadcast room for a while, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't be too sad, everyone, we don't belong to this world, but this An experience that will be invaluable to each of our heroes. Thank you."

"Woooooo, we should thank you!"

"Don't go, I really don't want to..."

"Damn, are you leaving? Let's stay for a while! We don't have Gotham or a metropolis, but we also have our own unique city!"

"You haven't been here in Asia yet, have you? Welcome everyone!"

"Yes, I really did. I cried when I heard Nini speak just now."

Steel Bone sighed, he knew that he didn't need to say anything more at this time, some partings are destined, let the fans digest it slowly.

"But he probably won't leave so soon, at least another week," he said, "Batman has been busy looking for something these days, and he probably won't go back until he finds it."

What he said was very vague, because items on the magical side like the Stone of Origin shouldn't appear in this world, and the less people here know about it, the better.

But the focus of the audience's attention is obviously not here. They probably know that the destined difference cannot be changed. They beg the steel bone to take them to see more places, so that they can leave some precious things after the heroes leave. video material.Cyborg was a little hesitant about this, because not all parts of the watchtower can be opened to the public, but he couldn't bear the fans' begging, and he finally agreed to show them some rooms that were not so secret.

For example, conference rooms.

"This is the position of the chairman. Carl usually keeps a straight posture until the end of the meeting, but every time he has a dispute with Batman, he will unconsciously fold his arms and put on a very serious gesture to express his dissatisfaction. Agree." Steel Bone pointed to the position headed by the meeting room, and couldn't help but snickered.

"Basically, however, he is the one who gives in first in the end, you know." He shrugged, "Batman is terribly stubborn, but what he insists on is often correct."

Taking advantage of no one in the meeting room, he secretly sat in Batman's chair for a while, but he didn't know which button he touched, and a screen suddenly lit up in front of him, which seemed to be a short recording of a certain meeting, but only a few minutes later. sentence:

"...This matter is not negotiable, you don't know clowns."

"And, Carl, you stay here for a while."

In the end, there was a helpless sigh. I don't know if it was Steel Bone hallucinating, but he seemed to hear a trace of... Doting in Superman's voice?

"B, you're always like this." Clark sighed, "I'm just worried about you, not only family doctors care about your body."

Steel Bones snapped the button to close the video quickly.

He closed himself.

Steel Gu felt that today must be his Mercury retrograde day, otherwise how could he be so unlucky that even the minutes of the meeting were against him?

And obviously there was no problem listening to Superman in the meeting before, why does it feel that something is wrong when I listen to it again now?

"Keep playing!"

"Please, I have a friend who is dying of a serious illness and said that she really wants to hear the next content. Can you fulfill her dying wish?"

"I also have a friend +1"

"Leave it alone... Oh my God, the plot that only appears in fanfiction has come true!"

"Superman's words can be seamlessly edited into the injustice Super Bat Son's Story, I'm just worried about your body... Absolutely (thumbs.jpg)"

"Male mother, you want a male mother!"

"Even if I'm going to be visited by the old bat, I must shout out this sentence: Modo Modo!"

"Ahem, keep your thoughts pure. The one above, the official show operation is much more than this show, and even the female hero is using the duty time to watch r18 Xiao Huangman in an open and aboveboard manner. What is this? Calm down~"

Steel Bones: But I can't calm down.

A tired serenity appeared on the face of the young hero. Now that the matter has come to an end, he fell into a state of "whatever it is, so let's do whatever we want", and decided to just lie down. Wait for Batman's aftermath.

"Do you want to go to the lounge? Basically all the heroes involved in the rescue are there." Cyborg asked, he was completely fearless now, "Including your two favorites."

"want!"

A place like the lounge sounds like it's easy to imagine.But when Cyborg really walked to that area, he found that Superman, who was supposed to be resting in the room, was not in his room, and the door of the lounge next to the Batman logo was hung with a sign saying "someone". Signage.

Steel Gu felt that it was time for him to think about where to choose the cemetery.

Just when he was desperate, suddenly, half/naked/topless Clark appeared at the end of the corridor.Steel Bone was overjoyed immediately, and quickly went up to meet him and asked, "Superman, are you...?"

He took a look at Alpha's attire. The flexible and firm chest and abdominal muscles were in perfect shape, and there were some crystal drops hanging on them, shining like diamonds in the sun.You don't need to look at the steel frame to know that the current live broadcast room must be a group of demons dancing wildly.

"A drowning child is calling for me." Clark explained, he quickly noticed the camera in Cyborg's hand, the little reporter opened his eyes slightly, flashed back to his lounge, changed his clothes, and stood in front of Cyborg again At that time, the well-known Superman image has been restored.

"Are you live broadcasting?" He said a little embarrassedly. He was obviously the most powerful Kryptonian, but he had a shy blush on his face. This contrast made him look even more likable.

"Whooooooooooooooooooo Kryptonian dog eyes are really good!"

"Sihasha, why is there a piece of dirt on the screen? Sisters, let me lick it first!"

Steel Bone silently turned the barrage in the live broadcast room to show him, and saw that Clark's face became redder and redder as time went by... Chairman Zhenglian coughed heavily, straightened his back, and worked hard Wanting to regain a trace of majesty: "Thank you everyone for liking me, but it was an accident just now, please don't take it to heart."

And the audience said one after another, it doesn't matter, what is an accident?They just love surprises!

Cyborg asked him, "Is Batman resting in there?"

Clark withdrew his mind, nodded when he heard the words, and sighed: "Bruce is too tired, let him sleep for a while first, don't bother him."

He seemed to be very curious about the new thing of live broadcasting. Although it was also available in the original world, whether as a Superman or a reporter for the Daily Planet, Clark was destined to face some serious news media.The only time in his life that he ever had anything to do with the entertainment page was because of Bruce—and the scariest thing was that he was the man who made the news and who reported it.

"Let me introduce the watchtower to you next." After discussing with Cyborg, Clark took over the host's work, but to his surprise, Cyborg seemed to be eager to hand over the dominance of the camera He, as if holding some hot potato, "What do you want to see?"

"Back kitchen!"

"Observation platform! That's where the master and Nini stood when they first showed up last time!"

"Collection room! Is there a collection room?"

"Collection room? Yes," Clark said with a smile. "Most of them are things we brought from aliens or the deep sea when we went on missions. Not all of them are valuable, but they must be rare."

As the backbone of the new generation of Planet Daily, the little reporter used a soothing and calm tone and solid and profound writing skills to tell the audience some interesting stories about how the members of the alliance got along with each other when the alliance was first established, and how the watchtower went from planning to construction to The series of difficulties and resistances faced during the whole process of ascension fully demonstrated to the people of the world my professionalism as a media person, and some viewers who were still entertaining were fascinated by it.

Clark still inadvertently saw a barrage of "Is Superman so good at telling stories?" He smiled and said to the camera: "Actually, it's not how good I am at telling stories, but Bruce said that children like Superman." , so let me record several videos of reading bedtime stories and post them online."

He was a little embarrassed when he mentioned this matter, and touched his nose unconsciously.

Fans: ! ! !

"We want to listen too!"

"Those are bedtime stories from zero to six years old," Clark said helplessly, "too naive and not suitable for adults."

"It's okay, just read it! We are still five years and hundreds of months old!"

Clark: "..."

He was amused by the barrage, and compromised: "Okay then, let me tell you a story about Gotham."

"It is said that a long, long time ago, a big bat appeared in Gotham City. Yes, we all know who he is," Clark said with a smile, "but in today's story, the big bat is not the protagonist. The real protagonist is... It's..." He couldn't make it up anymore, so he made up a name casually, "Let's call him Little A."

He selectively ignored the barrage that said the name was too perfunctory, and continued: "Little A is a magician, but his level is very bad, and he is just an apprentice mage. One night, when the big bat was patrolling the airspace of Gotham I found him, so I flew in front of him, and just about to speak, I was hit by Little A's spell."

"Little A said, this is a vicious black magic. After you are enchanted by this magic, you can only say one sentence in your life. So you'd better choose the content of this sentence carefully, after all, it may determine your life."

Clark was talking, and suddenly giggled: "So do you know what the big bat said to him?"

The audience in the live broadcast room had all kinds of guesses, guessing everything, but Clark had already discovered that someone had guessed the correct answer.

Because the laughter was suppressed so much, the Kryptonians didn't notice that Bruce had been standing behind him expressionlessly for a while, and still said in an unconscious, happy and hearty voice: "Yes, the answer is -"

"Get out my Gotham!"

At this time, the camera had already captured Bruce because of the shaking, and the audience unkindly hahahaha frantically brushed up the barrage, but the ignorant little reporter thought they were moved by his cold joke, and were very happy that he was in Hal's talent for this was as good as Hal's—until he turned and saw a really big black-faced bat standing behind him, staring at him with a cold gaze.

Clark stuttered instantly: "Bro, Bruce? When did you wake up?...No, when did you come here?"

How could he feel nothing at all!

Bruce flashed a stiff smile: "I was standing here when you said 'a big bat appeared in Gotham City' and started smirking at the camera."

Clark: "..."

"What are you doing?" The black-haired man stepped forward unceremoniously, and took the phone from Clark's hand.

He quickly glanced at the screen's reaction, and paused for a second when he saw the "Master is so handsome, ah, I'm prprpr" on the bullet screen, and then sighed: "This is not you phone."

"Yes," Clark said with a little embarrassment, "This is Victor's, so I borrowed it and used it."

Bruce rubbed his temples: "I asked him to send a message to report that he was safe, but he directly started a live broadcast for me. There is really no one who makes people worry."

As the one who bears the brunt of "No One", Clark didn't dare to say anything when he heard these words.

He noticed from the moment Bruce appeared that although the man's condition was better than before, he was still very tired.This is of course, since they came back from the rescue on the ground, Bruce has slept for no more than three hours, how could he recover so quickly.

"Aren't you going to sleep for a while?" He asked with some concern, "Or is there something unexpected? If it's not too important, I'll just come."

"No, just can't sleep." Bruce shook his head.

Just now, he also felt the call of the Stone of Origin.This feeling is indeed very strange, it can only be understood but not expressed in words, like someone whispering in your ear in a language you don't understand, but you can understand the meaning of these words.Bruce regained consciousness the moment the sound sounded, he listened to the whole process soberly, and then immediately recorded these syllables in the watchtower's computer for analysis with his instant memory.

The analysis process will take some time, and this language obviously does not belong to any kind on Earth, so Bruce decided to go out for a while to get some fresh air and drink a glass of water, only to hear Clark complaining about himself in the corridor to human beings all over the world——

Good, he thought through gritted teeth.

Clark shuddered inexplicably.

But the lack of sleep is also a fact. Batman, who was still full of energy and his brain was running fast, relaxed now, and yawned uncontrollably, regaining the tired and lazy look of Baby Bruce.He looked at Clark with a fascinated smile, and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be able to speak:

"Since you like telling stories so much, tell me two too."

Clark stared blankly at Bruce with his back turned to him, turned around and walked towards the lounge. The super brain didn't realize what the other party meant for a while.

"Why," Brucey stopped impatiently, turned his head and glanced at him, "do I still need to personally invite you to go with me?"

"No, no need." Now Clark finally came back to his senses. Under Bruce's somewhat disgusted eyes, the Kryptonian was so happy that he floated up an inch, showing a rather silly smile.

"So sweet..."

"I have been doing good deeds all my life, and finally this day has come!"

"I announce you are officially married! Hallelujah!"

"I'm a straight male fan, and I've always firmly believed that Batman and Superman are comrades-in-arms before, but now..."

"Brotherhood, brotherhood. Sit down, fuck~"

"I just lost my relationship. I was going to watch superheroes to cheer myself up. Tell me what I did?"

"This dog food, I wiped out three big bowls with tears in my eyes!"

The popularity of the live broadcast room has accumulated to an extremely terrifying number, and when the boss of the live broadcast platform was grinning from ear to ear, a programmer suddenly came to report: "Boss, someone hacked our backend! "

The boss's smile froze on his face: "What!?"

He hurried to the computer to check, only to find that there were more than one hacker, and after hacking the backstage, they didn't do anything illegal and embezzle funds, but just used technology to frantically swipe the screen in the live broadcast room.

For a while, the screen was full of "Kryptonians stay away from the old bat", and for a while it was "Leave Batman's business alone", and it seemed that they were not in the same group.

The programmer looked serious: "Boss, what should we do? Are we going to report to the internet police?"

The boss stared silently at the familiar ID numbers, and after a while, slowly shook his head, and said with difficulty: "Let them go, I can't control it."

Leaving aside Batman, which of the Batmen is easy to mess with?

Also report to the Internet police, don't put yourself in it when the time comes!

Anyway, there was no economic loss, so the boss just kept his eyes open and kept his mind calm. He changed hands and used this as a gimmick to promote it on Twitter. Seeing the skyrocketing number of users in a day, he almost laughed his eyebrows off.

Bruce also noticed the chaos in the live broadcast room, so he was not embarrassed. After saying goodbye briefly, he directly closed the live broadcast room. The fans could only stare at the mysterious lounge door that was about to open, hating have to bite the little handkerchief——

Just a little!Just a little bit!

"Bruce, what story do you want to hear?" When the two were alone, Clark acted very aggressively, not at all like the shy boy who blushed all the time, "Actually, I think the bed in the lounge is quite big. "

He glanced at the two-meter-wide bed that was big enough to sleep two adult men, and tried to hint at Bruce with his eyes.

The black-haired man snorted with a smile, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one in front of Clark, then lazily leaned against the head of the bed and patted the side of his side.

Superman flew past almost instantly.

But just as he was about to reach out and hug him into his arms, Bruce made a gesture of rejection: "Good idea, small town boy, I haven't settled with you for what happened just now. You, and Victor , isn’t the matter that came out this time not big enough?”

Clark withdrew his hand aggrievedly: "I just don't want to disappoint them..."

"Don't influence your position and actions because of the wishes of the people, you said it yourself," Bruce closed his eyes and said, he seemed to be falling asleep in the next second, "but forget it this time, after the disaster, people It really needs some positive things to adjust the mood, and the effect of a live broadcast looks better than I imagined."

Clark quietly looked at the tired side face of the black-haired Omega, gently stretched out his hand, and pressed him to the side of his neck.

This time, Bruce didn't refuse.

"Go to sleep," the Kryptonian stared at his trembling eyelashes, and said softly, "Don't you want to listen to my story? Then I will tell you a story about aliens and the little prince of the earth..."

But before he said a few words, the breathing of the people around him gradually became steady and even.

Bruce fell asleep.

Clark sniffed the faint smell of Omega pheromones in the air. Since he came to this world, because there is no gender distinction for ABOs, even when he was dispatched as Batman, Bruce didn't spray a lot of inhibitors as before as a camouflage. , This is the first time he smells Bruce with the sense of smell of ordinary people.

It smells good.

He tried hard to suppress the urge to kiss him, turned off the light in the lounge, hugged Bruce and closed his eyes.

This is his Omega, and the person who understands him best in this world.

They are the world's best partner and each other's indispensable soul mates.

"Good night, B."

The author has something to say: two more chapters!Add up to about [-] words.Get up tomorrow and finish it in one breath~

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