[Super Bat] The third type of god

Clark saved Bruce twenty-five thousand dollars.

Arthur agreed to talk to them, no strings attached.

The three stood in an empty corner.

"So, you're Superman, you're Batman?" Arthur asked.

Bruce gave him a genuine look.

Then Arthur murmured a "Damn" in a low voice, and said something in another country's language vaguely, but it was obviously not a good thing.

Clark looked at Bruce.

Bruce suppressed a smile and translated for him: "Icelandic, he said you are a shit alien."

Clark shrugged helplessly with an expected expression.

Arthur: "?"

Arthur had had enough of this young couple singing along.

He said impatiently: "What kind of alliance do I have with you..."

Bruce reminds him: "Justice League."

"Any alliance, I'm not interested anyway."

"But I need teammates. Zod is just the beginning. We will face more dangers in the future. I formed an alliance to protect the earth and ourselves."

"Like you, dressed like a bat and guarded that damn place in Gotham for 20 years? Or like him, flying around the world like a circus clown in a cape? Come on, I just want to be alone, Stay out of my life. And most importantly, I see you two are annoying, take your alien boyfriend away from me, Bruce Wayne."

Bruce and Clark looked at each other.

Seeing the two interacting again, Arthur rolled his eyes speechlessly.He turned and walked towards the port, took off his coat and threw it aside, and stepped into the sea step by step.

Bruce stopped him: "So you plan to hide in such a remote place and help these people silently? I have read some reports, and no one knows the good things you think you are doing. You will be willing to join us, Ya Thur Curry."

"The strong are the strongest alone." Arthur walked backwards towards the sea, "Have you heard this saying?"

"No." Clark didn't give him face at all.

Arthur: "..."

Arthur gave him the middle finger and continued to back away until the water covered the top of his head.

"One hundred thousand dollars." Bruce suddenly raised his voice, "Join the alliance and work for me. It's not free. I can give you one hundred thousand dollars a month."

Arthur's wet head poked out of the water again.

"You can keep doing what you normally do, help fishermen, rescue ships in distress, whatever you like, most of the time you are free. But when necessary, we have to work as a team, you, me, superman, amazing Heroine, and more partners in the future. No job is better than what I offer, isn't it, Aquaman?"

Bruce gave too much.

Arthur handed over his bank card number and contact information without principle.

Clark couldn't help but asked Bruce: "Is that what you and Diana talked about?"

"No, she is very willing to join us." Bruce said, "She said that fighting the Kryptonians made her feel back then, and she decided to go back to being Wonder Woman. Moreover, from the time of World War I to the present, she also saved With a lot of savings, she's not that interested in money."

"Okay." Knowing that he was not the only person in the league without a salary, Clark balanced a little and said with emotion, "I didn't even get a salary of 10 yuan for a year's class at the Planet Daily."

Bruce began to snap his fingers: "Satellite, Wayne Building, Batsuit..."

"Oh, no, I was wrong, Bruce!" Clark quickly covered his mouth, telling him to stop talking.

Bruce asked Clark to take him back to Gotham. First, it was faster, and second, his bat uniform was broken. There was still a certain risk for him to drive the fighter back as Bruce Wayne, and he found that Alfred De seems to like remote control of fighter planes. As soon as he finished speaking, the old housekeeper readily agreed.

"Oh, by the way, Master Wayne, I forgot to say 'Congratulations' to you."

Bruce was inexplicable: "Congratulations on what?"

"Master Kent came here at noon today. He said that there were not enough coffee beans in the Fortress of Solitude, and asked me to order a bag. You should have not woken up at that time. You must have had a good night yesterday."

Bruce: "..."

Not just at night.Bruce groaned.

Alfred walked to the door, and as if he remembered something, he turned around and said to Bruce: "Also, Master Wayne, judging from the scrapped uniform, you may have to remind Master Kent to let him Restrain a little, after all, you are not young anymore..."

"Alfred!" Bruce cut him off.

Alfred just smiled back and closed the door behind him.

He must have done it on purpose!Bruce thought angrily.

No... Alfred didn't seem surprised at all.Oh, damn it... Bruce finally came to his senses, Clark was right, there was no one around him who didn't know his feelings for him.

After returning to their respective cities, Bruce and Clark's life returned to the original track.

As usual, Superman ran back and forth between the Daily Planet and various parts of the world, descending like a god in the sun, saving people in disaster.And Batman roams the streets and alleys of Gotham, turning into a knight in the dark night, guarding the hard-won peace.

But there are still differences.

For example, in the middle of the night, the windows of Clark's apartment would be opened, and then there would be another person on his bed.

Feeling the familiar heartbeat, Clark turned over and hugged the latter in his arms.

Bruce had just taken off his uniform, and his body was still cold from the night, and the temperature from Clark quickly warmed him up.

"I have a meeting at ten o'clock tomorrow morning," Bruce said sleepily.

"I'll wake you up." Clark kissed the back of his neck.

Bruce let out a vague "hmm" and soon fell asleep.

Wayne Group also has a lot of properties in the metropolis, and Bruce has to come over from time to time to attend some meetings or do some other things.

He used to drive from Gotham, but now whenever he had to do business in Metropolis in the morning, he would show up at Clark's apartment the night before.

Over time, the daily necessities in the small apartment have gradually become two people, and the prototype of a home has been formed.

In addition to their identities as superheroes, they also have ordinary and ordinary lives.

When Bruce opened his eyes the next day, he subconsciously touched the side and found that Clark was not lying beside him, but the whole room was filled with the aroma of baking.

The TV in the living room was broadcasting the morning news that Superman rescued the spaceship yesterday. Bruce got up and walked barefoot to the kitchen, and he saw Clark making breakfast.

Clark was shirtless, only wearing a pair of loose home pants, and said without looking back, "Morning, dear."

Bruce replied perfunctorily, tiptoed over, and put his arm around Clark's waist from behind.

Clark said, "It's still early, why don't you get more sleep?"

Bruce just put his face on the back of his neck, his palms slowly went up, stroked his strong abdominal muscles, and then squeezed his strong chest muscles with both hands, and rubbed them vigorously.

Clark gasped, and silently turned off the fire.

"...If you keep touching it, I will be late for work."

Bruce turned a deaf ear, like a cowardly fool, and said with a smile, "Believe me, I've wanted to do this for a long time... I can tell Perry that I won't deduct your salary."

"Okay..." Clark endured for a few seconds, turned around and picked up Bruce directly, threw him onto the bed, and leaned over to press him.

But today was a working day after all, and Clark didn't bother Bruce for too long with a good sense of time. Afterwards, the two took a shower together, and Clark threw the sheets into the washing machine by the way.

Bruce's hair was full of steam, and the end of his eyes was full of lazy eyes. While eating breakfast, he said, "By the way, Carl, I fell asleep last night and forgot to tell you something."

"what?"

"About Barry Allen in Central City, I got a little information about him."

Clark blew on the cup, and a layer of frost formed on the outside of the steaming coffee cup just a second ago, and then handed it to Bruce.

Bruce took a sip and continued: "He visits the prison every month to visit his father. His father was imprisoned for a murder, and the deceased was his wife, Barry Allen's mother."

Clark felt something was wrong, and asked, "Is there something hidden in this?"

Bruce nodded and agreed: "It should be. Barry Allen insisted that his father was innocent, and that someone else killed his mother, but no one believed him."

"Didn't you say you plan to go to him this month?"

"Yes, just recently," Bruce said. "When he showed up in prison, the informant would tell me."

"What's his superpower, super speed?" Clark recalled the information Bruce had told him once, "It doesn't seem to be too special."

Bruce didn't answer him right away this time. He thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "No, it's not that simple. His super speed doesn't seem to be the same as yours. He's not simply fast."

Clark asked, "How?"

"I haven't told you yet about the weird thing that happened to me when I deciphered the Luther hard drive for the first time," Bruce recalled, "I had a dream where I was trading kryptonite in a desert to kill you... no, That's not you, Carl, I mean that Clark."

Clark: "Hmm."

"Clark is the ruler of that world. He discovered my actions and was arrested by him, and then I..." Bruce made a movement of touching his neck, pouted, "I seemed to wake up later, look When Barry Allen, all in tatters, leaned out of my computer screen, yes, the computer screen, he appeared in front of me as if he came from another dimension. He told me that Louise was the key , but I didn't understand what he wanted to express. Then I woke up completely, but all the paper around me flew up, so I thought it might not be a dream."

Clark frowned and listened, he thought about going with Bruce, and speculated: "You mean, the Barry Allen who appeared in front of you probably came from another time and space?"

"To be precise, he should be from the future." Bruce said, "I doubt his super speed can shuttle back and forth on the timeline, I have to ask him."

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