[Super Bat] The third type of god

The Wayne house is located by a lake. The all-glass exterior wall looks clean and transparent, and the design is atmospheric and modern, and it is also of great value.

Clark couldn't help admiring at the first sight: "It's really—"

It's so beautiful.

He wanted to say this, but before he could finish his sentence, his words stopped abruptly, replaced by another word——

"— Spectacular."

He saw the bat cave at the bottom of the lake.

That's the truly incomparable architecture here.

The sight in front of him shocked Clark so much that he stopped in mid-air and forgot to descend.

"Bruce, what you said before, that you have a secret, refers to..." Even though he saw everything in the Batcave with X-sight, he saw Bruce's car, his uniform, his weapon, but he really It was so unbelievable that he was too nervous to say that word.

"That's what it means." Bruce took the words naturally, "Carl, I'm Batman, and this is my biggest secret."

All the doubts in Clark's heart were answered at this moment. Because Bruce is Batman, he has so many scars on his body. , so he said he was protecting Gotham in his own way...

Because he is the same as himself, in addition to being an ordinary human being, he also plays another role - Batman.

Clark didn't know how much he liked Bruce before this.But after seeing the Batcave, when Bruce confessed his biggest secret to him, he was sure he was hopelessly in love with him.

He loves everything about Bruce, his prudence, his strength, his kindness, his persistence, and his other unknown identity, all of him.

They can be friends, or teammates who fight side by side.His instincts are right, Bruce can really understand him, he can empathize with whatever he says.

How lucky he was to meet Bruce in Alaska, the unique Bruce in the world.

Too many complicated emotions stirred up in Clark's heart, which made him unable to accurately express what was in his heart. He was at a loss for words: "Bruce, I...I don't know what to say, I..."

Bruce seemed to have expected Clark's reaction like this, he laughed and said, "Okay, Carl, no matter what you want to say, let me go first, okay?"

Only then did Clark realize that the two had been in the air for a long time, and said embarrassedly, "Sorry."

He slowly landed on the open-air balcony. The old butler had received the message and came out to greet them.

"Welcome back, Master Wayne." He said in a classical British accent, then turned to look at Clark, "and Master Kent."

"You must be Alfred." Clark said and pointed to his ear, "I heard your voice many times when Bruce was on the phone."

"Alfred Pennyworth." Alfred nodded slightly and said, "I'll make tea."

Bruce led Clark into the house, took off the heavy windbreaker, and hung it on the hanger casually. He turned his head and blinked at Clark: "Want to visit my secret base, town boy?"

Clark was so teased that he stopped breathing for a moment, even forgot to refute the joking title, and stammered: "Of course!"

Unconsciously, Bruce turned around, walked to the entrance of the Batcave, and said without looking back, "Then follow."

The Bat Cave is beyond imagination, and it belongs to Bruce's underground kingdom, where he silently guards his city.

In addition to the advanced equipment, Clark also saw another uniform in the glass display case. He found that this one was different from Bruce's, and it was sprayed with mocking words in yellow paint.

It is not difficult to see that the only use for it to hang here is to remember.

The owner of the uniform should have passed away.

Clark's heart sank, remembering the past events that Bruce had told him.When he came back to his senses, the other party had already walked to the front, some distance away from him.

Just then Alfred came down with tea.

"Tea, please, Master Kent."

"Thank you." Clark took the teacup, glanced at the uniform beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Pennyworth, is the name of the owner of this uniform named Clark?"

Alfred stared at him dumbfounded: "Of course not, Master Kent, why would you ask such a question?"

The guess in his heart was not confirmed, Clark shook his head and said, "It's nothing." Then he walked towards Bruce with a teacup.

The old butler watched his leaving back, unable to recover for a long time, thinking to himself, Master Wayne, what did you say to Mr. Superman?

"Here, Carl." Bruce called him. He sat in front of the computer and opened the file, showing it to Clark. "This is the design drawing of the watchtower."

"Watchtower?" Clark asked. "Is that the space station?"

"Yeah." Bruce nodded.

Clark glanced at him and said, "You know what I'm going to say, Bruce."

Seeing his expression, Bruce knew that he was going to praise himself again, and said helplessly, "Okay, Carl, now is not the time to talk about this."

Clark smiled at him.

Even though he can't understand the design drawings, Clark still read every corner of the drawings carefully. In addition to the daily activity area and the weapon arsenal, he also divided the members' accommodation and dining rooms in a humane manner. Said: "I think the design is good, and I can't make any suggestions."

Bruce shrugged and said, "You can tell me anytime you have any ideas."

Clark looked at the screen, then at Bruce, and asked, "How can I help?"

Clark had asked the same question at the North Pole, and Bruce had given him a negative answer, and it was the same this time.

"Carl, you don't need to do anything for me. In fact, you have helped me a lot." Bruce said, "I designed the energy supply of the space station based on your Kryptonian technology, as well as defensive weapons. Joe. I couldn't have built the watchtower if you hadn't taken me to that ship."

Clark, however, shook his head: "You know I didn't mean that, Bruce."

Of course Bruce understood that Clark asked him repeatedly if he wanted to help, in order to prove his worth.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Clark continued: "We are a team, Bruce, you said that. You should try to share many things... I mean, in the future, you don't have to bear all the responsibilities alone, you don't have to be so It's hard work because I'm here. But what you said just now has nothing to do with me. I don't think you need me, Bruce. You taught me so much, arranged my work, and even bought The Daily Planet. But what about me? Although I won’t help you design watchtowers, I can help you build them in space.”

Bruce had a headache. Five years later, the media's attacks on Superman were still vivid in his memory. He could no longer let Clark suffer these unwarranted disasters.And the main reason why he bought Planet Daily was to follow the original timeline, but he couldn't say anything.

He said a little tiredly: "You have to listen to me, Carl. I know we are a team, and I know that you can do almost anything... But you can't appear in the public eye now, not everyone can accept you identity."

Clark fell silent.

He knew that Bruce was right. He was just a little different from everyone when he was young, and he suffered a lot of exclusion. If he suddenly appeared as an alien, he would only receive more attacks than then.

But now he doesn't care, he doesn't care what others think of him.Because it was enough for him to have Bruce's support, he didn't need the acknowledgment of those strangers.

He thought for a while and asked back: "Bruce, would you give up being Batman because of what others think of you? You won't, so I won't either. We don't live for those people, we have our own beliefs .”

"...You are changing the concept secretly." Bruce didn't know what went wrong, why the original Clark could obediently wait until Zod showed up before coming out, and the one in front of him seemed to want to be with the whole world right now. Declaring him Superman, they formed a group called the Justice League.

In just tens of seconds, Bruce came up with another set of rhetoric: "Believe me, Carl, I can understand your current mood, but things are not as simple as you think."

"You said."

"In addition to the reason just now, I am also worried that the Ministry of Defense will stare at you." Bruce said, "They have been studying extraterrestrial civilizations for a long time, you think you suddenly appear, what will they do to you, what will they do to our alliance ?Now I haven't thought of a good reason for you to show up so they don't meddle, understand? The politics are too complicated, I don't want to involve the alliance, we have to recruit other members next, our team will Going from strength to strength, and I don't want it to go wrong. Ordinary people really don't matter to us, but politicians don't. Have you forgotten why I'm building a base in space, Carl?"

"Alliance..." Clark lowered his head, pondered for a while, and finally compromised, "Okay, for the alliance."

The two were speechless.

In the end, Bruce said sincerely: "Carl, take this time to spend more time with Martha, I don't know when I will be busy. I can see that she misses you very much when I went back last time."

Clark looked at him calmly, said "um", and put down the cold teacup.

Bruce saw his frustration, and finally couldn't bear it, and added: "If I want to find you, how can I contact you? You don't even have a mobile phone."

Clark hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and put his palm on Bruce's chest lightly, and said, "I remember the frequency of your heartbeat, Bruce, and I can hear your voice too. No matter where you are, as long as you call out' Carl', I'll be right in front of you."

If he didn't know that Louise existed, Bruce almost thought that Clark was confessing his love to him, and he also jokingly asked: "As usual, just call 'Carl', is that enough?"

Clark withdrew his hand and nodded.

Bruce looked at him for a long time, couldn't help laughing, then opened the drawer, rummaged through it for a while, and threw him a brand new mobile phone.

"Use this, you need to get in touch with modern civilization, Tarzan."

Clark thought about it, but didn't refuse.

Clark took the mobile phone and quickly left the Batcave. Alfred stepped forward and said leisurely, "It seems that you and Master Kent have a little disagreement."

Bruce was noncommittal.

Alfred said while drinking tea, "Master Kent is a nice person."

Bruce couldn't deny that: "He's a really nice guy."

"During the time you were away, he took good care of you. I can see that your complexion is much better than before. You are different from before. I am very happy to see such a change in you."

"Is it..." Bruce remembered that since Robin's death, he had started to numb himself with alcohol and had been depressed for a long time.

In fact, after Superman died, he really cheered up and wanted to form the Justice League to defend the earth.Alfred, who got along with him day and night, naturally saw the difference in his state.

Bruce sighed, looked at the old housekeeper who was younger than he remembered, and said, "Because I'm not who I am now, Alfred, I'm from five years later."

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