Clark was trembling all over, and at this moment, all his loneliness, all his fragility, were unreservedly exposed to Bruce.

"I'm here, Carl, I'm here, I've always been..." Bruce hugged him, comforting him in a warm voice.

Bruce and Clark embraced each other silently. Even though the two of them had completely different blood, and their planets were separated by hundreds of millions of light-years across the Milky Way, in the vast universe, no one could understand him like this. .

Those were the wings that supported his soaring, his indestructible armor, and his only light in the darkness.

Clark's eyes were slightly red, and he buried his head in the socket of Bruce's neck, trying to suppress his emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stood up, as if he had let go of a heavy burden on his heart, and let out a long sigh.

Bruce was about to say something, but Clark picked him up skillfully and flew straight into the air.

Before Clark broke through the speed of sound, he could vaguely hear Diana's cry, but after crossing the sound barrier, all sounds were reduced to silence except for Clark's powerful heartbeat.

He doesn't ask Clark where he's taking him, there seems to be a subtle understanding between them, Bruce knows what he's going to do without having to say too much.

Just like this time, Bruce thought of the ship at the North Pole, and Clark landed him there.

Fortress of Solitude.

That's what Clark called it.

Bat Armor has a certain ability to keep out the cold, but it does not mean that it can resist the severe cold of the Arctic.

The polar cold wind whizzed by, and Bruce felt his limbs were numb from the cold, but in the next second, the chill around him was completely dispelled——Clark held his hand, and his biological force field seemed to be His whole body was wrapped in a warm cocoon.

Bruce froze for a moment, he wasn't used to such intimate physical contact, but he didn't shake off Clark's hand.

He was just there to keep me warm.he thought.

Bruce is already familiar with the spaceship, and he has remodeled several cabins himself, but there are still some places he hasn't been to, such as the one Clark took him to today.

There is an operation console at the door of the cabin, which indicates that this place is unusual.

Bruce inserted the master key in, and the mechanical sound of the spaceship sounded.

"Master key passed, Genesis Chamber loading, sir."

"I didn't destroy Krypton's future." Clark finally spoke the first words since the battle ended, "It's here, and Zod hasn't had time to take them away yet."

Bruce didn't understand what he was talking about, and looked at him suspiciously, but when he turned his head and faced the opened Creation Chamber, he was so shocked that he was speechless——

The "creation chamber" that Clark calls is actually a huge breeding cabin, which contains tens of thousands of baby embryos, lying quietly in an orange container. Intelligent robots shuttle up and down, taking care of and monitoring these dormant embryos. Kryptonian babies.

"Zod came to Earth for this," Clark said. "This is the key to rebuilding Krypton."

After spending more than a month in the North Pole, neither Joe nor Clark mentioned this place to Bruce, but Bruce could understand Clark's concerns, and he probably never had any plans to activate them.

"The book is on me, Bruce, and the genetic template of every life that is being conceived is inside. As long as I want, I can give them life."

"But do you want to?" Bruce asked him seriously.

Clark didn't answer the question right away. The temperature of the spaceship had already risen. He let go of Bruce's hand and motioned him to sit down with his eyes.

Bruce sat with him on the ground in front of the Creation Chamber, he took off the bat mask and put it aside.

"Actually, I thought about it, Bruce." Clark gave him an unsurprising answer, "If Zod was not so radical, I would consider giving him the tome. But the rebirth of a planet should not be established on another planet." It's not fair in terms of destruction."

"I think the same as you, Carl." Bruce patted him on the shoulder. "If I were you, I would make the same choice as you. I know that although it is difficult, it must be done. Change If you are me, you may not be able to do better than you."

Clark shook his head with a helpless smile.

"To be honest, I don't know what to do now, Bruce." Clark looked blankly at the breeding cabin in front of him, with a blank expression, "I don't know what to do with them... If Krypton really has a chance to be reborn, I will probably abolish the tome system. If I have a child in the future, I don't want him to be all genetically bound. He can choose whatever he likes. identity."

"Just like you," Bruce continued, "Zod's a warrior, Joe's a scientist, but you're Superman."

Clark sighed and said, "That's a complicated question, Bruce, and I'm not ready for it."

Bruce smiled suddenly. After taking off the mask, his tone of voice became much lighter: "It's okay, Carl, we still have a lot of time, and we can let go of complicated issues first."

He raised his eyebrows, raised his arm suddenly, put one arm around Clark's shoulder, and said slyly: "How about solving the simple problem in front of you first?"

Clark wondered, "What's the problem?"

Bruce cleared his throat, and said meanly: "Do you still remember that you and Zod hit space and crashed a satellite just now?"

Clark suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Bruce's next words confirmed his conjecture: "That satellite is mine."

Clark: "..."

Bruce smiled with satisfaction. He patted Superman's colorful face lightly and said, "So, think about how to compensate, Mr. Superman."

-

Bruce asked Clark to sign himself a "deed of sale" as Superman.

The Wayne Group obtained all the copyrights about Superman and began to design the surroundings of the Superman-themed series.When Clark signed the contract, he suggested: "Why not put Batman together and sell it as a bundle? Everyone now knows that Superman and Batman are a team."

Bruce gave him a disapproving look: "Does anyone like Batman?"

Clark shrugged, noncommittal: "Just ask."

So Bruce arranged for the marketing department to do product research, and the results were beyond his expectations. Most of the children and teenagers hoped to own a Batman toy or a dart, and they firmly believed that Batman could protect them just like Superman.

The first batch of toys were sold out soon after they were launched, and the price was even doubled on the second-hand trading platform, whether it was single or double.

"Well, this is a bit unexpected." Bruce glanced at the financial report, still in disbelief.

After the end of Zod's first battle, in addition to determining the battle damage, there are many finishing tasks to be done, the most difficult of which is dealing with the military and the government.

Bruce was ready for a long negotiation, but this issue was easily resolved by Clark—he just mentioned to Clark that day that the military wanted to take Zod’s body away for research, which was a very big hidden danger. He wanted to bring over the corpse, but how could the military easily agree to this request?

But that night, Clark told Bruce that the matter had been dealt with.He took Zod's body to the Fortress of Solitude and froze it. Except for him and Bruce, no one had the authority to get him out, not to mention that humans didn't know the location of Fortress of Solitude.

Bruce asked curiously, "How could the military agree to you taking away the corpse?"

Clark said as a matter of course: "They can't stop me without their consent."

Bruce: "..."

Isn't Superman a good guy, why is something wrong?

Of course, Bruce didn't forget to salvage the piece of kryptonite in the Indian Ocean, and this time he wouldn't let Luthor get anything related to Krypton.

With natural kryptonite, Bruce's anti-kryptonite armor project was officially put on the agenda.

But he was still a little uneasy. He didn't believe that Luther, who hated Superman so much, would sit still. He changed too many things in this timeline, and he couldn't predict how things would develop in the future.

After the war, many media wanted to do an exclusive interview with Superman. Bruce, as Superman's only agent on Earth, had received a mountain of invitations in his mailbox.

But Bruce didn't agree, he left the interview to the Daily Planet, that is, Clark himself.

Bruce originally wanted to take this opportunity to let Louise interview Superman, but before he mentioned it, Clark had already given him the interview outline.

"Perry has read it and said it's not bad, but I still think I should show it to you. This is not a leapfrog report, is it?" Clark looked at Bruce as if taking credit, "You said, we have to control the superheroes ourselves public opinion, I think I did a good job."

Bruce realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

"...It's really not bad." That's all he could say.

Although no other media interviewed Superman, Bruce still held a press conference and took Clark to answer a few trivial questions.

Luthor's media company also sent people to attend the press conference, and the reporter, as Bruce expected, did not ask the pre-communicated questions, but asked Superman on the spot, about what many people think Superman is What does he think of himself as a threat to Earth?

Bruce originally wanted to answer for Clark, but the latter held down his wrist.

Clark leaned in front of the microphone and said calmly: "Then I will wait for the 'World Engine' to transform the Earth before killing Zod, instead of sitting here for an interview like I am doing now."

The reporter asked persistently: "But if the earth really becomes Krypton, human beings will cease to exist, and you will lose the creatures that can be enslaved."

His question was extraordinarily pointed, directly attributing the conflict between Zod and Clark to factional struggles on Krypton, and Earth was just a pawn in their invasion plan.

The audience was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and everyone's attention was focused on Clark, expecting how he would answer.

From an angle that the reporter couldn't see, Clark was still holding Bruce's wrist, the temperature of his palm was as calm and steady as his voice: "I think you seem to have misunderstood the degree of development of Kryptonian technology, Mr. Anderson. "

Clark glanced at his work card: "Rebuilding Krypton does not require any living labor. Slaves with thoughts and self-awareness are more difficult to control and much less efficient than artificial intelligence. So all we need is It’s just the land of the earth. Otherwise, why do you think Zod would activate the world engine instead of destroying some human beings first? Because there is no need for it. Also, I think my attitude is very obvious about the remarks about world domination, regardless of Whether it was before, now, or in the future, I have only one answer, never. I will only do my best to help human beings, because I regard this place as my second home. Therefore, I will not give It is unfair to other countries that any country or regime provides information on Krypton. This is why I recovered Zod’s body, I do not want to destroy the original balance of the earth.”

This was the longest sentence Clark had ever said in the entire press conference. After he finished answering, reporter Anderson was invited out by security.

At this time Bruce pinched the microphone and said: "Unfortunately, everyone, because Mr. Anderson did not ask questions according to what we had communicated in advance, I am not sure whether it was caused by poor communication in the early stage. In order to avoid possible confusion , I can only announce that this press conference is over."

The questioning session in the process was just halfway through, and there were still seven or eight media outlets who hadn't touched the microphone, but Superman's press conference was only this one time, and they couldn't get back to each other.

Now all the spearheads were aimed at the Luthor Group, and the media company he belonged to immediately became the target of public criticism.

Bruce thought, it's time for Luther to clean up the mess himself.

This episode of the press conference did not affect the following celebration party.

Bruce doesn't like to attend these events, but it's necessary for socializing. Fortunately, he didn't invite many people this time, and people from the Luthor Group were also expelled because of the press conference, which saved a lot of trouble .

The party was held at a Wayne Group hotel, in the same building as the press conference.In the evening, people from the military and the government also appeared at the banquet one after another.

Bruce dragged his wine glass in his palm, leaned his elbows lazily on the armrest, watched the crowd on the dance floor, and said to Clark: "If you go down, there must be many people inviting you to dance, such as that lady, who has been secretly watching you Four or five times."

Clark shrugged uninterestedly and said, "You know, I'd rather be here."

Bruce just said casually, and looked around for Louise Lane by the way—he also invited her.

But Louise doesn't seem to be here yet.

"By the way, Carl, your answer this afternoon surprised me. To be precise, it was a surprise." Bruce thought of the episode at the press conference, and couldn't help but recall the scene where Superman was tried in Congress.Facing the accusations from everyone, Superman didn't justify anything, and when an explosion happened later, he just silently rescued the injured, and then left without saying a word.

But the Clark in front of him was very different. He was more sharp than the other Clark, and at certain moments, he would show rare aggression.

Bruce thought this was a good thing, at least this Superman knew how to protect himself from public opinion.

"They're targeting not just me, but you, Bruce. They can't hurt me, but you are different," Clark said.

So it wasn't for himself?Bruce couldn't laugh or cry, he was about to say something, but saw Swanwick walking over with two glasses of brandy.

Swanvik nodded to the two of them, then glanced at Clark again.

Seeing this, Clark took a few steps away and sat on a chair in the corner.

Even though all three of them knew it wasn't going to help, and Superman's hearing could pick up all the conversation in the ballroom, Swanwick was visibly more comfortable that he wasn't standing by.

Swanwick handed the wine to Bruce, and Bruce raised his hand to indicate that he had wine.

"Ginger ale?" Swanwick asked.

Bruce froze for a moment, then laughed and said, "The general has sharp eyes."

After being exposed, Bruce didn't feel embarrassed at all. He just put the soda on the small table next to him, took the wine glass, and touched Swanwick naturally.

"What's the matter, General?" Bruce asked.

"It's nothing important, Mr. Wayne, I'm just here to congratulate."

Bruce clearly doesn't believe it.

Swanwick took a sip of his drink and said, "I know you have a lot of secrets, Mr. Wayne, such as Batman."

Bruce put away his joking expression and said calmly, "I do have a very close personal relationship with Batman."

He wasn't sure what Swanvik knew, and he didn't dare to try it rashly.

Swanvik was also tight-lipped about the information he had, saying only: "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Wayne. I'm just glad to see that you can join forces to protect this planet. There is a large part of the reason why you can defeat Zod this time." In you. In the future, there will definitely be more superheroes joining your team, and I am looking forward to that day."

Bruce stared at him for a long time. Since dealing with this general, he claimed to know him very well, and he has studied his resume many times in private, but now he feels a little strange.

In Swanwick, there are still many secrets that he has never understood.But the only thing he can be sure of is that Swanwick has no malice towards himself or Superman.

Bruce asked, "So General, are you representing yourself or the Department of Defense?"

Swanwick clinked his glass with him and said, "Myself."

"Then on behalf of the Justice League, thank you for your blessing, Mr. Swanwick."

After Swanwick left, Bruce couldn't think of anything about him, no matter it was now, or the time and space he had experienced. In his eyes, he was just an official of the Ministry of Defense.

Could this be caused by his going back to the past?Bruce was puzzled.

He was about to go to Clark, but just as he lifted his foot, he saw Lois Lane reaching out to the seated Superman, inviting him to dance.

She is coming.Bruce thought.

Will Clarke's relationship with Lois develop by leaps and bounds at this dinner party?Bruce suddenly felt a sense of loss, and he couldn't explain why.

When he saw the two of them, Clark also noticed him. He obviously wanted to go to Bruce, but Louise said something and stopped him.

"Mr. Superman, or should I call you Clark Kent?" Lois asked in a voice only the two of them could hear.

His double identity was discovered.

Clark saw Bruce nodded at him not far away, motioning him not to go, then turned and left.

Could it be that he misunderstood something?Clark had noticed that Bruce seemed very concerned about this Daily Planet reporter named Louise, but he didn't know why.

Clark suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, he could only watch Bruce leave the hall and get on the elevator.

"You're not new to Earth, Clark, you grew up here," Louise said. "I met you at the North Pole when you were Mr. Wayne's bodyguard. But when you appeared as Superman , I remembered, I did see you."

"So?" Clark's frowning fully expressed his impatience, "I won't answer any of your questions, Miss Lane."

"Relax, Clark, I mean no harm, I just want to know why, why don't people tell the truth?"

"Because this will protect more people, it doesn't matter what the truth is. Besides, I don't want my life to be disturbed. I hope you can stop investigating me, Miss Lane."

-

There's a suite at the Wayne Hotel just for Bruce, who sometimes spends the night there.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall, the suite was very quiet. In fact, Bruce hadn't had a good rest for a long time. The moment he walked into the room, a feeling of exhaustion swept over his body.

There was a bottle of Latour in the room, which he had brought from his cellar.

In fact, Bruce hadn't had a drink for a long time. He poured himself a glass and swirled the glass. The mellow smell of red wine made him feel a little strange.

He sat lazily on the carpet, resting his head on the arm of the sofa.

While slightly drunk, he remembered many things, some from the past and some from the present.The biggest crisis right now has been resolved, he just wants to have a good sleep after drinking, and leave all the things that are entangled in his mind behind, maybe there will be no such relaxing moments in the future.

Bruce closed his eyes, he seemed to have a dream, he was sitting in the room, just like now, and the dead Superman was walking towards him step by step.

He raised his head with difficulty, and his gaze fell into those blue and clear eyes.

"Clark, is that you?" he asked.

But the other party did not answer.

This Clark is not his Karl, why would he care about him?

Bruce smiled self-deprecatingly, and fell into endless darkness again.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the glass villa by the lake, with a cup of warm milk on the bedside table.He rolled over and saw Clark with his back to him, standing in front of the glass wall, watching the morning sun rise over the lake.

Clark should have sent him back last night.

The hangover gave Bruce a headache, and he said hello to Clark in a nasal voice: "Morning, Carl."

Seeing that he was awake, Clark just walked over silently and handed him the glass of milk.

Bruce took a sip, glanced at him, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"What's the matter, Karl?"

Clark sat on the edge of his bed, staring into his eyes, giving Bruce the illusion that there was no escape.

"Last night you drank too much and called me 'Clark'. I know you didn't call me, who the hell is he?"

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