[Super Bat] The third type of god

Bruce and Clark didn't spend the night on the farm. After dinner, he told Martha that he was going back to the North Pole, because he now needed to test the various functions of his body and learn how to control his abilities more precisely.

Before parting, Martha hugged him tenderly again.

Clark said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, Mom, I want to stay with you for a while, but there are more important things waiting for me to do now."

"It's okay, I know the world needs you, just remember to go home once in a while, my child." Martha said.

Clark nodded.

Martha went on to say: "Also, Bruce also needs you now. You have to be by his side and take him out of the pain. Since you chose him, then this is what you have to do."

Clark said solemnly: "Don't worry, Mom, I will take good care of Bruce."

Martha blinked slyly: "I hope you can bring some good news when you come back next time."

The tips of Clark's ears blushed slightly, and he said embarrassedly, "I will try my best."

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The idea of ​​Clark learning to control his abilities was actually brought up by Bruce.

After the only battle with Superman, he found that even though Clark was as powerful as a planet, he relied entirely on his own super strength and had almost no fighting skills at all.

That's why he almost killed Clark that night—the other party had very little combat experience.

And Bruce remembered that Zod would come to attack the earth soon. If he had trained Superman in advance, would their chances of winning be greater later?

After all, he is still not sure whether Zod in this time and space is still the same as the original one. He doesn't know how his return to the past has affected the timeline.

More importantly, if he wants to form an alliance, he and Superman are bound to fight side by side, and it is also very necessary to cultivate teamwork skills in advance.

But to Bruce's surprise, when he mentioned to Clark that he would be given special training, the other party agreed almost without hesitation.

He didn't expect Superman to be so eloquent, just like the time he wanted to take him to the North Pole, the prepared draft was useless.

The difficulty of persuading Clark was too low, but it made Bruce lose his sense of accomplishment, as if he had punched into the void, and suddenly let go of his strength.

After gaining the experience of flying with people for the first time, Clark became a lot more proficient in the second flight, and the speed was also much faster.

Clark wasn't sure if Bruce could handle the speed, so he subconsciously covered his head with the cloak.

Then Batman buried his face in Superman's thick, warm chest.

Bruce: "..."

Speechless, Bruce immediately punched Clark in the chest, but this punch was like hitting a steel plate, but his hand was numb.

Bruce: "..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Clark said hastily. He stopped in mid-air, lifted the cloak, let Bruce poke his head out again, and asked, "Are your hands okay, Bruce?"

Bruce glared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Sometimes I really want to pry open your alien head and see what you're thinking!"

Clark shivered and said, "I'd better fly slower, anyway, we're not in a hurry..."

"I'll tell you if I'm upset," Bruce interrupted. "I think you get too nervous about me sometimes? Look, Carl, I'm a normal human being, but I'm not a kid anymore, and neither am I." As fragile as you imagined, I know how to express my feelings, understand?"

Clark thought of Bruce's scars all over his body, and thought to himself, what I'm worried about is that you are uncomfortable but don't want to talk about it, but he still compromised: "Okay, I'm sorry, Bruce."

However, he said yes, but his tone didn't mean to change at all. Bruce had nothing to do with him, so he could only say helplessly, "Let's go, Carl."

"it is good."

Bruce was right, and even if Clark did pick up speed later, he stayed below the speed of sound, and the huge sonic boom never exploded in his ears.

He felt that it would not work to go on like this, so he stopped him again.

"Hey Carl."

"what happened?"

"I know this is not the best time to tell you this, but I feel the need to tell you."

Such an opening statement made Clark nervous involuntarily. He really couldn't control his wild thoughts—could Bruce see his feelings for him and was going to reject him? Did Bruce feel uncomfortable because he cared too much?

But Bruce quickly went on to say, "I want to form a coalition."

Clark was taken aback: "Alliance?"

"Well, I need soldiers to form a team to protect the earth together." Bruce said, "Although I know you should agree, but I still want to ask you, Carl, would you like to join?"

Bruce didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that Clark seemed relieved after hearing it.

Bruce: "?"

"I thought we were already a team." Clark asked with a smile, "Isn't it?"

Bruce was noncommittal.

Clark asked again: "Then what is the name of this alliance, and are there any other members?"

"It's just you and me at the moment," Bruce said. "It was only after I met you that I came up with the idea of ​​forming an alliance."

Bruce is telling the truth. In his original world, he also swore in front of Superman's tombstone that he would form a team to defend the world for him.In other words, the League was born out of Superman.

"I'm honored, Bruce!" But this Clark didn't know about it. He genuinely thought that the person Bruce was referring to was himself, and he looked even happier. He couldn't wait to ask, "Have you figured out the name?"

Bruce pondered for a while, and the image of Superman being pierced in the chest by Doomsday came to him again—he died for justice, and he was the embodiment of justice and hope.

"This alliance was born because of justice." Bruce overlooked the vast blue ocean, his eyes far away, as if that Clark was buried here forever, "Let's call it the Justice League."

"Justice League?" Clark repeated after him, "Bruce, has anyone ever told you that you're really good at picking names!"

Bruce didn't understand what was worthy of praise. He looked at the other party in surprise and said, "Of course not, you are the first."

Now Clark was so happy that he hugged Bruce and flew around in the air several times.

"You stop, Carl—" Bruce almost thought he was sitting on a version of the big pendulum on the playground, even though he didn't actually sit on it.

"Haha, okay." Clark said with a smile.

He actually likes the feeling of Bruce hugging him tightly because of nervousness, it makes him feel needed, but of course he dare not show it.

"Carl, I haven't finished my sentence. What I want to tell you is that if we become teammates, there must be a lot of cooperation in the future. I usually fly my own plane, but you must still have to take it with you in special cases. I fly."

Hearing this, Clark put away his joking expression and asked tentatively, "Bruce, what do you mean, has the special training started now?"

Bruce said with a sigh of relief: "Yes, our special training starts with flying. I know you can fly faster, Carl, so I have to adapt to your rhythm, understand? I don't want to be a drag on this team .”

Clark was silent for a while, as if deliberating, and finally he agreed.

"Okay, Bruce, I will speed up next, if you can't stand it, you must tell me."

"Ah."

This time the flight was completely different from the previous ones. Before Clark accelerated for two seconds, Bruce heard a loud noise exploded in his ears, and then the surroundings became quiet, and only Superman's deeper and more powerful voice was left in his ears. heartbeat.

Under the protection of Clark's biological force field, Bruce was able to open his eyes at first, but he didn't know that after the flying speed exceeded a few Machs, it became difficult for him to even open his eyes.

He had to admit that Clark's decision to cover his head with the cloak was right, and under such circumstances, he retreated reflexively, trying to avoid the sharp knife-like airflow.

But he had just moved a little before Clark understood him and covered him with his cloak.

Bruce froze.

It seemed that Clark cared much more about him than he had imagined.

But until now, he didn't seem to give the other party any substantial help - he didn't deserve to be treated like this, he had indirectly killed him.

Diana told him to move on, and he could do that, but he couldn't forgive his paranoid self.

After a while, Superman's speed slowed down again, he opened his cape, and slowly landed on the ground.

Bruce opened his eyes and saw the spaceship not far away.

"Here we are," Clark said.

Bruce raised his eyes, and Clark smiled. He knew Bruce was praising him, and the special flight training was done well.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere," Bruce said.

Clark asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Bruce just motioned for him to follow.

After the two entered the spaceship, Clark asked, "What are we going to train next?"

Bruce said, "Fighting skills."

Clark said strangely: "But I will destroy the spaceship, isn't it better to be outside?"

"Because I want to teach you myself."

It's very windy outside, and you can't move your hands and feet. It's really not suitable for teaching. Clark nodded clearly, and asked, "Then what kind of fighting skills are you good at, Bruce?"

Bruce thought for a while and said, "If I remember correctly, there should be 127 kinds."

"What?!" Clark couldn't believe it, but he hesitated for a moment, and felt that the other party was joking, so he followed his words, "Then which one do you want to teach me?"

"It's not one of them, it's all of them," Bruce said. "I know it's not a problem for you."

Clark still didn't quite believe it: "Then what's your special training plan? Do you learn one or two every day?"

"Neither." Bruce shook his head, "Only by learning in actual combat can you master it faster."

"Actual combat? Bruce, you mean..."

"That's right, your opponent is me. When you can defeat me, the special combat training will be over."

"Bruce, I don't think this is a good idea, I may not be able to control my power so well..."

"I didn't let you take control," Bruce cut him off, confidently, "You've got to give it your all if you want to win me."

"But you will get hurt..."

Before Clark finished speaking, they came to the door of a room. Bruce opened the hatch, and the red light shining from the room made Clark take a step back, and then an uncomfortable feeling of weakness swept through his body.

"Injured?" Bruce turned around and raised the corners of his mouth, "That's not necessarily true."

Before falling asleep last night, he had the ship's intelligent system transform a red-sun room.

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you about the update, I am very sorry, the reason for the slow update is that I am treating a disease.

I suffer from severe depression, and the medicines I usually take contain powerful calming and sleeping ingredients, so I need a lot of sleep after taking the medicine.

The doctor advised me to communicate more with others, so I did not quit my job and recuperate at home. Apart from going to work, I hardly have time to code.

But I will definitely finish writing this story seriously, and try to spare some time every day to write more, sorry again.

感谢在2021-03-1418:45:46~2021-03-2017:51:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Xiaofeng Weiyu 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I live longer than the author: >10 bottles; Aylin1 bottle;

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