[Super Bat] The third type of god

Bruce is no stranger to the majestic view of the ground from high above, whether he has flown or piloted the plane himself, he has experienced it countless times.But he has never been in direct contact with high altitudes, especially with no protective measures at all, he can only rely on Superman's arms to ensure that he will not fall.

Bruce was not used to this feeling of being out of control.

As they got higher and higher from the ground, his line of sight became wider and wider, so far that the spaceship shrank to a single point, and the horizon as far as the end of the sky had a slight arc.

Clark whispered in his ear again, "Where do you want to go, Bruce?"

Bruce raised his eyes and bumped into Clark's clear eyes, as if plunged into a vast ocean. The warm water under the sun, like a lingering love, enveloped him layer by layer.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Is this the drawbridge effect?Bruce thought.

People in crisis can mistake the tension of a racing heart for love.

But how is that possible?How could there be such absurd emotions between him and Clark?

Bruce calmed down quickly and said, "I don't have anything to go, just take me around as you please."

Clark said "hmm", "Hold me tight, Bruce."

Superman's flying speed is not slow, but it is probably protected by his biological force field. Bruce didn't feel any discomfort. Even the cold arctic air passing over his face was like a gentle spring breeze. .

It was a completely different experience. The feeling of flying like this was like embracing the whole earth gently and warmly, and I felt the vastness and beauty of this blue planet most intuitively.

He didn't ask where Clark would take him, because he already had an answer in his heart.

If Superman were to choose, he would definitely go there.

And when they slowly landed on the farm in Kansas, Bruce's thoughts were also confirmed-this is Clark's home on earth, the only place where he feels a sense of belonging except for the spaceship.

Clark's descent was very slow, as if he was worried about breaking the tranquility of the farm, his toes landed lightly on the ground, making almost no sound.

He slowly opened the red cloak that wrapped Bruce, carefully helped him loosen, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Bruce shook his head, he really didn't feel any discomfort.

Having flown such distances with Clark, he had to admit, it was indeed an unrivaled skill.In fact, he didn't even think it would hurt to do it again, if he could.

Clark smiled and said, "This is my home. My parents on Earth live here. But my father has passed away..." His eyes dimmed a bit, but he adjusted quickly.

"I'll take you to meet my mother, Martha." Clark patted Bruce on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow along, "Come on, Bruce, she will be very happy to see you."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, he inevitably thought of the helplessness and grief shown by Martha who lost her only relative at the funeral.He knew Martha was a strong woman, but the damage from that tragedy was unhealable.

Clark did not let go of Bruce's fleeting trance, and he was a little puzzled why he could read the sadness in the other's eyes.

But it suddenly occurred to him that Bruce had told him that his parents died when he was eight years old.

Did I remind him of the past?Clark thought with some annoyance.

But at this moment, Martha seemed to have a feeling, pushed open the door, and called him from a distance: "Clark, is that you?"

Hearing his mother's familiar shout, Clark's eyes lit up instantly. He turned around and replied, "It's me, Mom, I'm back!"

He turned to Bruce and said, "Come on, Bruce."

Bruce could only follow.

Of course Martha noticed something unusual about Clark's return home this time.

Clark also said as he walked, "You must never guess what I found when I went out this time."

Martha reached out and hugged her adopted son whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and said gratifiedly: "Seeing that you are so happy, you must have found your most cherished thing, right?"

"You saw it, Mom." Clark said with a smile.

Bruce rolled his eyes silently, and complained in his heart, you came back wearing this uniform, of course Martha knew that you had found the spaceship on the home planet.

While he was thinking this way, Clark put his arms around his shoulders and introduced him, "Mom, this is Bruce, a friend I met in Alaska."

Seeing Martha again, Bruce couldn't tell how he felt.

Originally, he didn't have much communication with Martha, but now he feels guilty, and he always feels a little embarrassed when facing Martha's kind smile.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and said politely: "Hello, Mrs. Kent, I am Bruce Wayne."

"Oh, Bruce Wayne!" Martha covered her mouth in surprise, apparently she had heard of this well-known rich man's name, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne."

Martha greeted him warmly: "Come in."

The furnishings of this small family are no different from what Bruce remembers. The old appliances and furniture show that the Kent family is not rich, but the careful hand-made decoration and group photos make this humble house very warm.

Clark told Martha about the interesting experience he encountered when he went out this time, the process of getting acquainted with Bruce, the shock when he discovered the spaceship, and the things that happened on his home planet.

Martha hugged him distressedly, comforting him silently.

Bruce watches them quietly, rarely interjecting.

Because of the jet lag, it was afternoon local time when they arrived here. They chatted for a while, and Martha went to prepare dinner.

Her cooking skills are not very professional, but Bruce still thinks they are very good. Like Clark's cooking skills, they all give him a wonderful feeling - that is the taste of "home".

But this wasn't his home, it belonged to Clark.Bruce thought.

Watching Martha interact with Clark, he felt grateful again that whatever it was that brought him back to five years ago, it was nice to be able to make up for it.

After dinner, Bruce told Clark that he wanted to go for a walk.

Clark was washing the dishes. He put down the dishes and said, "Would you mind waiting for me for 2 minutes? I'll go too."

But Bruce declined him, and whispered: "You must have a lot to say to her alone."

"...Okay." Clark shrugged, glanced out the window, and said, "Today's sunset is beautiful."

Bruce looked into the distance along his line of sight, while Clark stared at him. The fiery red afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the Gotham Knight, as if melting his cold and hard body, casting a warm light on his whole body.

"Yeah, it's so pretty." Bruce murmured, looking far away, remembering something.

When Bruce walked away, Martha and Clark went outside and sat on the floor under the eaves.

"Clark, Bruce is a nice guy, I can see that," Martha said. "I'm glad you met him."

"Me too." Clark said, watching Bruce's back in the distance, "I really like him, Mom."

Martha nodded and said softly, "I know, child."

"The reason why I like him is not only because of his charm, I feel that Bruce can really understand me." Clark said.

As a mother, Martha certainly understands the crux of Clark's heart since she was a child, and also knows the meaning of his words.

"You're lucky, Clark."

"Yeah." Clark said with a smile, "and I found out that I am also special to him."

Martha covered her mouth in surprise, and then said sincerely: "I'm really happy for you, my child. But now Bruce doesn't seem to be aware of your feelings for him, when are you going to tell him?"

Speaking of this, Clark just shook his head and said helplessly, "Now is not the time, Mom."

"why?"

"Bruce was here just now, I can't tell. Just a month ago, he lost someone who was very important to him. He said it was an accident, but he thought it was his fault. I couldn’t get out, so I went to Alaska to relax.”

"Oh, poor child..." Martha sighed softly, "No wonder I think he looks like he has something on his mind, so that's the way it is."

"Although he doesn't admit it, I can see that Bruce loves him very much." Clark said, "The more important point is that his dead friend's name is also Clark."

Martha was a little worried: "Is he also called Clark? But child, you have the same name. You just said that Bruce is very special to you. Could it be because of this coincidence that he..."

"No, no, mom, no. I'm different from him, and I won't be anyone's substitute." Clark said firmly, "And I also trust Bruce, he won't do that."

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