[Super Bat] The third type of god

Perhaps Bruce's expectations were too low before, he found that Clark's cooking skills were surprisingly good, although it was definitely not as good as Alfred's, but it was a very comfortable taste.The fish fried in butter has a special milky aroma, and the edges are slightly charred and crispy, which is very in line with his taste.

"Good cooking." Bruce boasted sincerely.

With a smile in the corner of Clark's eyes, he replied solemnly: "Then how much tip do you think is appropriate for me, sir?"

"..." Hearing him say that, Bruce stopped all his hands—he really didn't expect that Superman would joke with him.

Bruce laughed dumbfounded. He put down the knife and fork, then skillfully reached into the inner pocket of his clothes, pretending to take out a checkbook, and said, "How about [-], is it enough?"

Clark also didn't expect Bruce to accompany him to perform, and said with a smile: "You are so generous, God will definitely bless you."

His clear eyes were like the blue sky, as charming as the starry sky on a summer night, Bruce stared dazedly, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Clark tilted his head, as if waiting for him to speak.

Bruce raised one eyebrow and said confidently, "Oh, sorry, I don't have any money right now."

He spread his hands and added, "But I can call and ask my butler to deliver it."

"Okay." Clark only thought he was joking, and agreed casually, and didn't care.

After this episode, Bruce clearly felt that the atmosphere between him and Clark was a little different.

After the meal, he wanted to help Clark clean up the tableware, but Clark didn't let him move.

"I think you should take your temperature now, then take medicine and rest." Clark said, "There is no hospital here. If your pneumonia gets worse, I can't help you."

Bruce originally wanted to say "it's no big deal", but when the words came to his mouth, he met Clark's eyes, but he couldn't open his mouth anyway, so he had to compromise: "Okay."

The thermometer was placed next to the antibiotics. It looked brand new. It must have been bought with those medicines. After all, Superman didn't need to take his temperature.

Living under the fence, Bruce honestly took his temperature and took the medicine, then went to the kitchen, looked at Clark's back and asked, "Do you have a lot of toothbrushes and towels here?"

"No." Clark just finished washing the dishes and turned to him.

Suddenly Bruce noticed that the bathroom was next to it, and there was a mirror in it, and he saw what he looked like now.

This face is his own, no doubt, because of the pneumonia, the whole person looks very haggard, and the black eyes and messy hair are very decadent.But he looked much younger. He touched his back subconsciously, and found that there should have been a scar, but now there was nothing. It was the scar left by Superman smashing him against the wall that night.

This body is his five years ago.

Could it be that his consciousness has returned to the past?Bruce thought.

But he didn't have time to think for too long, and Clark quickly pulled his thoughts back.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked suspiciously when he saw him staring at the mirror.

Bruce turned his gaze back, and said without changing his face, "I just suddenly realized that I'm quite handsome."

Clark gave him a helpless look.

"However, it would be better if you can wash up." Bruce looked at the mirror again, and said with some disgust.

Clark said, "Then I'll go out and buy."

"I'll go as well."

Clark looked at him disapprovingly: "It's snowing outside."

Bruce explained, "I have to make a call."

"Oh." Clark said clearly, "Is it for the family?"

"Give it to my butler." Bruce patted Superman's strong arm, and the old god said, "Didn't you just say that you want him to send the money?"

Clark: "?"

-

Bruce was wrapped up tightly and went out the door.

Clark didn't lie to him, it was indeed snowing outside, but fortunately, the wind was not strong, and he didn't feel very cold even though he was dressed thickly.His body temperature has dropped a little. In fact, after taking the medicine, his condition has been brought under control, and now he is only a little weak and sore in his limbs. This discomfort is nothing to him at all.

"Can I take a credit card here?" Bruce asked.

After getting an affirmative answer, Bruce and Clark split up, he went to make a phone call, and Clark went shopping.

The moment he picked up the phone, Bruce was a little nervous.

This timeline seems to be slightly different from what he has experienced. He doesn't remember that he was here five years ago. Will there be Alfred in this timeline?

However, his worries disappeared after Alfred's familiar voice sounded.

Bruce said nervously, "It's me, Alfred."

"Congratulations, Master Wayne, your phone is finally assembled." Alfred said, "It must have taken you a lot of time to collect the materials for making the phone?"

Bruce: "..."

Bruce could even hear the butler's dissatisfaction with him on his toes, and he thought with black lines on his face, how long has it been since he called back in this timeline?

"Sorry, Alfred, my situation is a bit complicated, I—"

Alfred was undoubtedly the person he trusted the most. He trusted him so much that he could tell the whole story about him coming from the future, but he stopped abruptly when he was halfway through speaking.Because it suddenly occurred to him that Clark could hear him on the phone—he had super hearing.

"...I had some accidents, fell into the sea, and lost all my things." Bruce changed his words, "I need to ask you to send some money and my mobile phone."

Alfred heard the abnormality in Bruce's voice and asked, "Are you sick?"

"Aspiration pneumonia." Bruce once again lamented the butler's sensitivity, and added, "But it's not serious, it will be fine in two days."

"I'm not by your side, I hope you can take care of yourself."

Bruce reported his location and said, "Don't worry, Alfred, someone is taking care of me now."

After hanging up the phone, the old housekeeper in Gotham looked at his mobile phone with some doubts.

-

Clark finished his shopping quickly, and when Bruce went to find him, he just came out of the convenience store with a big paper bag in his arms. In addition to daily necessities, he also bought some food.

Clark asked, "Have you called your family?"

"Yeah." Bruce nodded, then added, "Thank you, Clark."

"It's all included in the tip." Clark joked, he looked at the already dark sky, "Okay, let's go back early."

On the way back, Bruce asked him casually, "Clark, what do you do here?"

"It's not fixed," Clark said. "Sometimes it's on a fishing boat, sometimes it's cleaning in a bar, a little bit of everything."

"Sounds free," Bruce commented.

Clark asked, "What about you?"

Bruce said truthfully: "I don't usually work..."

Before he finished speaking, the two noticed some commotion around the corner of the street.

A group of drunken soldiers were harassing a girl with alcohol, and one of them even slapped her ass, causing the girl to curse angrily.

Clark and Bruce glanced at each other, both seeing each other's intentions.

So they walked over at the same time.

Clark blocked Bruce behind him, and said to the soldier who did it, "You should let her go."

His words made everyone quiet, and Bruce noticed that although these soldiers were not wearing training uniforms, they all had guns on them.

The soldier looked at Clark in disbelief, as if he had heard some joke, he laughed at his companion a few times, then immediately changed his face and walked up to Clark provocatively.

"Then if I don't, what can you do with me?"

Clark said kindly, "You have to respect her wishes, sir."

"Ha." The man sneered, and without warning, he picked up the finished wine bottle next to him and smashed it on his head. Clark closed his eyes, but stood still.

The girl screamed and said to Clark and the soldiers, "Don't do this, don't do this, forget it, forget it..."

It's a pity that no one paid any attention to her.

When the bottle was dropped, the person who was beaten didn't even break his skin. The person probably felt ashamed and pushed Clark violently, but the latter remained motionless.

Clark was still restrained, without any intention of fighting back, but said in a deep voice, "Let her go."

He turned his head to look at the girl. The girl hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicked back and forth among the crowd, and finally she fled here step by step.

After she had run away, Clark turned around and motioned for Bruce to go home with him.

But the man seemed to have become angry from embarrassment, and once again picked up the wine bottle and tried to hit Clark on the back of the head.

However, just as he raised his hand, Bruce punched him to the ground.

"Sorry, it seems to be heavy." Bruce said without apology.

The man stands up like crazy and lunges at Bruce.

It was an attack full of flaws, and even though he was still running a fever, it posed no threat to him at all.

But before Bruce could react, Clark had already turned around, grabbed the man by the collar in a flash, and lifted him up effortlessly with one hand.

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感谢在2021-02-1403:10:35~2021-02-1705:18:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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