[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

"Clark," Bruce asked with a stern face, "what are your plans next?"

If it wasn't for the gift from the other party in his arms, just looking at his face, Clark would have thought that Bruce wanted to fire him.

He couldn't help laughing: "No, just follow the boss's orders."

"It's... [-]:[-] p.m., good, the boss announced that it's time to leave work." Bruce looked down at his watch and raised his eyebrows, "Let's have dinner together? I'm treating you."

"Let me invite you." Clark said shyly, "You already gave me presents."

Rao, he wailed in his heart, why is this conversation so like a middle school student who just started dating?

Obviously he and Bruce don't have such a relationship at all!

Bruce glanced at the little reporter and was in a good mood: "Okay, but let's say it first, I'm very picky."

So, 10 minutes later, they sat in a British restaurant.

"Are you serious?" Bruce still had an expression of disbelief when the food was served, "Take me to British food? Is there any food that can be eaten in the UK?"

Clark collapsed on his seat and laughed for 10 minutes: "Of course, the french fries here are very good, and the Stargazing pie is also their specialty. Don't look at me like that, Bruce, I'm serious."

"Seriously want to poison me, I know."

With a grunt, Bruce picked up a chip and threw it into his mouth in disgust.

"How?" Clark asked expectantly.

"……not bad."

Although Bruce's tone was reluctant, these were indeed the best french fries he had ever eaten in his life.

Gotham's richest man's eyes lit up, and he wiped out the French fries on the plate in a quick and elegant gesture. Clark looked at him with a smile: "I have brought many friends here's French fries, and they all said yes eat."

"Including the one you have a crush on?"

Clark froze for a moment, and then gave a soft "hmm" in embarrassment.

"It's rare to have time," Bruce crossed his fingers, and said with great interest, "Why don't you tell me about that one?"

Clark's little finger trembled unconsciously: "Actually, there is nothing to say. I am a colleague of him, but he is quite famous in our... er, industry. To be honest, I didn't think much of him at first. No matter what liking he has, his personality is quite independent, but because of an accident, coupled with the daily relationship with him later on, he gradually fell in love with him."

Although Clark said it very euphemistically, Bruce still accurately grasped a few key words:

In the same industry, famous and maverick.

He immediately thought of the beautiful reporter who once represented the Planet Daily to interview him, Louise Lane.

But there is a problem, Clark uses "He" as a pronoun, but Louise is a female Omega.

However, this may also be because Clark deliberately wanted to conceal the identity of the other party. After all, in the press, this is basically the only famous Omega reporter. If you use "she", it is basically the same as directly saying Louise's name. It's different.

Bruce, who thought he had discovered the truth, continued to ask: "And then?"

"I tried to apologize to him, but I haven't had time to say it," Clark sighed. "I really don't know what to do. In this industry, although he is my senior, he is just an ordinary person. However He puts himself at risk every time, which is worrying."

That's right, it's Louise Lane.

Bruce remembered the reports about the battlefields in the Middle East that Louise had published in newspapers before, and he couldn't help but admire this brave girl.She is beautiful, has a hot personality, and has firm beliefs. She is an absolute career-oriented woman—no wonder Clark likes her.

"Maybe you can try another method," he suggested, "Since you are colleagues, you might as well start from this aspect, although your work experience is not as good as her... sorry I mean him, so rich, but as long as you still Working together, there's always something he needs your help with, isn't there?"

"You're right, but I'm always clumsy and screw things up." Clark said distressedly, "He always thinks more thoughtfully than I do. Sometimes I also wonder if he is too strict with me, But now, when he is not by my side, I know how much he usually bears, I..."

Clark opened his mouth, his brows and eyes softened unconsciously.

"I miss him," he said.

Seeing the boy in the small town fall in love, Bruce felt a very strange feeling in his heart, his heart seemed to be tightened suddenly, the faint sour feeling made him have to pick up the juice on the table, Gudong Gudong took two big gulps. ,

Hell, he thought.

He put down his glass, tried to pull back his thoughts, and asked, "So, he's on a business trip now?"

"Almost." Clark thought for a while, then nodded.

"...Okay." Bruce remembered that when he opened the door and walked in, he saw Clark sitting on Louise's seat with a tube of lipstick in his hand.

He said dryly: "I don't think I can give you too much advice. When he comes back, be brave. I believe you can catch him. Come on."

Clark didn't notice the strangeness in his tone, but nodded happily: "He should be back soon."

On Saturday, Nightwing sent him a message that the Supreme Mage would take time to come to Gotham in two days. With his help, Batman should be able to return to the watchtower soon.

Seeing his happy face, Bruce lowered his eyes, stroked the cup with his slender fingers, and finally chose to change the subject: "By the way, I heard that your Daily Planet has a good relationship with Superman, do you know how to contact him? "

Clark's smile froze on his face before it faded.

"Super, Superman?" He even stammered nervously, "Why do you want Superman?"

"Don't worry about this, anyway, I want to contact him." Bruce said, "Is there a way?"

Clark wanted to say no, but looking at Bruce's sincere expression and the Batman pillow beside him, he hesitated shamefully.

"I'm not sure if he will agree," he stammered, "Anyway, if there is a chance, I will ask you."

"Great!" Bruce laughed happily.

He stood up, walked to the little reporter and gave him a big hug: "Thank you, Clark! Thank you for letting me know you!"

Clark's face turned red all of a sudden, he hugged Bruce back helplessly, and was fascinated by the faint aroma of coffee lingering at the tip of his nose: "It's okay... It's just a matter of raising our hands, aren't we friends?"

"You're right," Baby Gotham was slightly taken aback, then raised a flawless and handsome smile.

"We're friends."

They parted at the door of the store, and Bruce even packed a bag of chips back home for Alfred to try.

"I have a question," he said suddenly while sitting on the plane, propping his chin, looking at the bustling and bright lights of the metropolis outside the porthole, "How many people are there in total on this plane?"

The secretary froze for a moment: "Remove the captain and co-pilot, only you and me, boss."

"No security?"

"No, you said before that you didn't like so many people following..."

Bruce frowned.

His peripheral vision swept across the empty cabin, and the doubts in his heart still did not ease.

He always felt that someone was following him.

As early as a week ago, Alfred told him that he would lose some specific memories every morning, but he didn't tell him what the contents of those memories were. Batman's record - which not only involves Robin, Zhenglian, but also states his relationship with every hero in Zhenglian.

But even though he knew he might be Batman, it didn't stop him from giving Clark the Batman pillow for private use.

Because for Bruce now, Batman is no different from other strange superheroes.

The key is in that note.

The handwriting was his own, no doubt, but no matter how you thought about it, it was too suspicious.

In particular, when writing about Superman, there is no mention of their relationship with the best partner in the world, but the lines are full of sharp responsibilities and criticisms.Just looking at this note, it seems that Batman and Superman are about to break up.

Bruce had told Alfred that if he changed into a bat suit and went on a night patrol, he might be able to find the cause of the amnesia, but Alfred firmly disagreed.He insists that Bruce is looking for death by doing this, and that Batman, who has lost his memory, is like a three-year-old with no muscles and weapons, and even Penguin can sink him into Gotham Bay with a single shot.

In this regard, Bruce and the penguin in Arkham expressed the same degree of anger.He's not a three year old!

However, there was no way, Alfred changed the password of the Batcave.

He even set up parental mode.

So, every night, Bruce could only watch the kid Dick walk into the Batcave blankly in front of him, while the real parent himself could only sit in Wayne Manor, facing the help to prevent Osteoporosis—in short, it is impossible for him to grow and develop again at his age—hot milk, wide-eyed and small-eyed.

Outrageous.

That's why he was eager to ask Superman what happened, Bruce thought, don't let him catch who is doing the tricks, otherwise he must make that person look good.

As for whether Batman will lose his horse because of this...

Bruce didn't really care much, he was even a little strange, since Superman and Batman actually had a good relationship, why did he insist on not telling the other party his identity before?

But Bruce never expected that just after he talked with Clark about the idea of ​​contacting Superman at night, the culprit who caused his amnesia would show up on his own initiative that night.

"Why?" The bat mite in the imitation bat suit floated in mid-air and asked him sadly, "I have already erased your memory of Batman, why do you still want to contact Superman? Hypocrites! Liars!"

Bruce, who just woke up from a dream: "...Who are you?"

"I'm Batmite," Batmite said proudly, puffing out his chest, "The number one Batman fan in the world!"

Bruce rubbed his sore temples and straightened up from the bed.

"So, you are the guy who made me lose my memory?" He frowned, "Is it magic? Untie it for me."

"I don't, why do you want to untie it?" The bat mite asked back, "Aren't you happy this week? You have enough sleep every day, you don't have to fight those criminals to death, and you don't have to bear so many responsibilities, anyway. There are so many superheroes in the world - just be an ordinary rich guy, okay?"

Bruce stared at him: "No matter what I do, it has nothing to do with you. You tampered with my memory casually and taught me to be an enemy of Superman. Is this what you call a 'fan' behavior?"

"You've been tricked by him!" Batmite screamed, "He's an extremely dangerous guy! One day he'll kill you!"

"I said it's none of your business—"

Bruce jumped up from the bed and rushed over to catch the bat mite in the air, but the bat mite flexibly swung in mid-air and avoided his attack.

"You can't catch me, Bruce." Batmite said triumphantly, "It will be midnight soon, your memory will be erased again, there is only one Batman in this world, so I will never let that The counterfeiters continue to use your name to swindle in Gotham. After I finish cleaning up Nightwing, I will go to Superman to settle the score, and then kill everyone in Arkham..."

A hand suddenly grabbed his neck from behind.

Batmite's words stopped abruptly, and he let out a scream like killing a chicken, struggling violently, his eyes flicked back desperately: "Who are you? Let go of me!"

Bruce straightened up, frowned and looked at the man who stepped out of the aperture.

He seemed to appear in the room out of nowhere, wearing a dark red cloak, with sporadic gray hairs on his temples, scars on his fingers, he was in a hurry, his face was tired, and he looked very busy.

"Thank God, it seems that I came in time," he whispered with a voice like a cello. "This bastard has caused a lot of trouble in the high-dimensional world. I have been chasing him for almost half a year."

Bruce: "You are?"

"Sorcerer Supreme," said Strange, "though I prefer you to call me Doctor."

Seeing Bruce's guarded appearance, he twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that could barely be called kind.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, "I'm here for you, Batman."