[Super Bat] The third type of god

Last night, in addition to asking about General Zod, Bruce also learned about two Kryptonian weaknesses.

Joe said that the reason why Clark has superpowers on the earth is the sun here, and the Kryptonians have begun to age because of their stars, and they are just ordinary people on the parent planet, so Bruce sprouted the idea of ​​building a red sun house to use The idea of ​​coming to train Clark.

"Bruce..." Clark subconsciously resisted the Red Sun House. He felt that his strength was losing little by little, his hands and feet were gradually becoming weak, and his vision could no longer penetrate objects.

Seeing that the other party hadn't moved, Bruce frowned slightly, and ordered: "Come in, Carl."

Clark was taken aback by the sudden change in tone.

Bruce urged: "Hurry up, don't waste time, you have to recover slowly when you get out of here."

Of course he knew that Clark was enduring intense discomfort, but it was necessary for him to master so many fighting skills in a short period of time.

"Okay." Clark took a deep breath and walked in.

He had a vague premonition that he would not walk out of this door easily today.

There was another set of training uniforms in the room. The material was the same as Clark's uniform, but it was pure black, with the "S" Ayer crest also printed on it.

Clark saw this set when he was choosing a uniform, but he chose the red and blue colors representing the earth, but he didn't expect the black one to be taken away by Bruce.

But Bruce seemed to see what he was thinking, and explained: "This is not the one you saw before. I remade the spaceship according to my body shape, so that it is more convenient to move around."

Bruce actually thought about having the spaceship replace the "S" on his chest with his bat, but he's not about to confess his second identity just yet.And he just borrowed it for a few days to wear. After all, this spaceship belongs to Clark, and he doesn't want to leave too many traces here.

He said while taking off his clothes: "I asked Joe, the red sun is not like kryptonite, it will not cause substantial damage to your body, but it will deprive you of your superpower... Carl?"

Halfway through Bruce's speech, he suddenly found that Clark was staring at him intently, so he reminded him aloud.

Clark snapped back to his senses and stammered, "I, I want to see how your back injury is doing."

"Oh." Bruce didn't think much about it. He knew that Clark could no longer see through, so he showed him the wound from yesterday with his upper body bare, "It's almost healed."

Clark's eyes wandered uncontrollably along Bruce's beautiful muscle lines, swallowed subconsciously, nodded and said, "That's good."

While changing his uniform, Bruce went on to say, "I'm still trying to find a way to help you make a device to prevent kryptonite radiation, but there is a lack of samples now, so it may not be successful."

"Anti-kryptonite?" Clark asked suspiciously, "but there is no kryptonite on Earth."

"Prevent it before it happens, it's your greatest weakness after all." Bruce said seriously, "I don't want someone to use it against you in the future."

Clark didn't know anything about Bruce's knots. He only felt that the discomfort of being illuminated by the red sun was swept away after he heard it.

"Oh, Bruce..."

While speaking, Bruce had already put on his uniform.

Clark looked at him, and suddenly felt that Bruce in the black uniform was completely different from before, as if he had changed.Now he is completely serious, making the whole room solemn.

Bruce walked towards Clark slowly. His lowered eyebrows and eyes seemed to hide many secrets, but the sharpness in his eyes was still hard to hide, like a cup of thick black coffee, with a bitter taste and a mellow aftertaste.

Clark had to admit that the multifaceted Bruce was extremely attractive to him, and he couldn't wait to get close to him, get to know him, and...conquer him.

"Are you ready?" Bruce stood in front of Clark, reached out and squeezed the muscles in his arm, and murmured again, "It seems that we have to wait a while..."

Clark said, "Black suits you, Bruce, you look good in black..."

Bruce interrupted him: "The first lesson I'm going to teach you today is to never let your guard down."

"Okay." Clark said kindly, the two stood close, his eyes fell on the silver-gray "S" logo on Bruce's chest involuntarily, and he smiled again, "Bruce, you are wearing this uniform like this , as if we were family."

Bruce shrugged nonchalantly, "Really?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and hit Clark hard on the bridge of the nose with an elbow. Clark was caught off guard, and he covered his bleeding nose with a cry of pain and took four or five steps back.

But Bruce didn't intend to let him go, and then he kicked Clark in the abdomen, and the latter flew two or three meters away from the ground and fell to the ground violently, making a muffled sound.

Bruce, who was wearing a black uniform, looked down at him and said expressionlessly: "I told you just now, never let your guard down."

Since the awakening of superpowers, Clark has never been injured again, let alone a nosebleed from being punched on the spot.His head was buzzing, and his back was also aching from the impact.

Bruce hit him with all his might.

"Stand up, Carl." Bruce walked in front of him, grabbed Clark by the collar, lifted him up, and said almost cruelly, "The enemy will not give you a chance to rest."

The Kryptonian uniform made him feel almost no weight, it was lighter than any of his bat uniforms, and it also had enough defensive strength, which made him have no worries about shooting.

Before Clark could recover, he was punched under the ribs by Bruce again. At this moment, he felt his internal organs were mixed together, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Learn to observe, Carl, just now you can counterattack from my right side." Bruce said, "Look at my movements and focus, you can do it."

He is not limited to any kind of fighting technique, but just like actual combat, it is constantly changing.

Clark, who had just lost his superpowers, was beaten helplessly. He didn't expect Bruce to strike so hard, and he also discovered that it was true that Bruce said he had mastered 127 martial arts.

But why?

As the richest man in Gotham City, even if he is using his own strength to fight crime, even if he is proficient in martial arts, he shouldn't be at such a top level.

What secret is he hiding?Clark didn't understand.

After being knocked to the ground by Bruce again, Clark finally kept up with his movements, and barely blocked the attack with his forearm when Bruce's elbow swung over.

Bruce looked at him in surprise.

"You're a quick learner, Carl."

Clark smiled, but now his eye sockets are swollen, and his nosebleeds are all over half of his face. He looks really miserable, even uglier than crying.

"But do you still remember the content of today's special training?" Bruce's tone changed suddenly, and he suddenly slammed into Clark's knee.

But this time he failed - Clark dodged his attack sideways, and at the same time slammed back at him with his shoulder blades!

It was the KGB's counter move. Bruce had just used it once, and Clark remembered his move.

But after all, it was his first time using it, so the movements were not standard, and Bruce reacted quickly, he only took a staggered step before standing still.

Clark tilted his head and said, "I haven't forgotten."

Bruce raised one eyebrow in surprise, his eyes admiring.He grabbed Clark's wrist and guided him to the correct position: "You should hit this place, and your knees should move, so that the center of gravity should be higher..."

He spoke and made another demonstration.

After Clark saw it, he did it again, and this time he got the hang of it.

He took two steps back, wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, and said, "Come again!"

Seeing Clark's embarrassing yet smug look, Bruce thought of something and suddenly laughed.

"Oh, Bruce, tell me you're not laughing at me." Clark pretended to complain.

"No." Bruce shook his head helplessly, and said again, "Really not, Carl..."

"Okay." As if infected by his smile, Clark laughed along with him and said, "Bruce, you look good when you smile, you should smile more."

Bruce was noncommittal.

He found that no matter what he did, this Clark would praise him, even though he knew it should be the other party's compliment to make him happy, not a compliment from the heart, but he still felt happy.

Everything that happened in this timeline is so beautiful that it still feels like a dream to him.

Bruce looked into those clear blue eyes and said, "Let's continue training, Carl."

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