[Super Bat] The third type of god

Clark thought they could finally rest for a while, at least they didn't have to wait all day. After all, Doomsday, which was much stronger than that timeline, had already been solved by their joint efforts.

But Bruce was never idle.

There are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in forming the alliance, such as drafting various charters, and contacting the United Nations for various rescue operations.

These daily tasks are so tedious that Clark daunts, but what surprises him even more is that Bruce can handle everything with ease.

For example, for the funds for the operation of the alliance, Bruce has won funding from the United Nations, and the amount is not low.

Clark never thought about this kind of problem at all.

Bruce asked strangely: "...Could it be that all the expenses are paid by the Wayne Group, I look like a fool?"

"Oh, sorry, Bruce, I didn't mean that, I just didn't think of it."

Bruce patted Superman's face and said, "Of course you don't have to think about it. Your mission is to save the world, Mr. Superman. This is not Batman's job. He has to protect Gotham. This is Bruce Wayne. Need to worry about it Don’t forget, I’m still your agent, and I’m also the manager of the Justice League.”

"And my boyfriend." Clark hugged him and kissed his forehead, "So I don't want him to work too hard."

"But that's life, especially when we're still superheroes." Bruce suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Carl, I bought another insurance company."

Clark said "hmm", motioning for him to continue.

"To pay for the damage we've caused... You don't think selling toys alone can cover that expense?"

Clark just laughed, he didn't understand this aspect at all, and he didn't really have much concept of money, so he replied: "Then should I also help out and do some work that Clark Kent can do?"

"Of course, your last report was well written. But I have a question, every time you praise yourself so much in a manuscript, don't you blush?"

"Oh, Bruce, if you knew how people described Superman, you wouldn't think I was exaggerating." Clark looked at him, his blue eyes were like the vast sea, full of calm tenderness, "Speaking of this , Guess what I found when I was looking for news materials a few days ago?"

Bruce asked cooperatively: "What did you get?"

Clark was talking, getting closer and closer to him, the tip of his nose almost touched, his lips touched him as if away from him, and the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

"Picture of Superman holding Bruce Wayne flying in front of the Italian restaurant, someone asks him if he's in love with his agent. Do you think Superman should admit it, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce was about to answer when he heard a few awkward coughs coming from the door.

He looked back, it was Alfred.

Clark let go of him immediately.

Bruce: "..."

"I hope I didn't disturb you, Master Wayne, and Master Kent." The old butler said so, but there was no apology in his tone, "The first draft of the Justice League charter document you want is ready, can I Inform the other two members to come to the chamber for a meeting?"

Clark wondered, "A meeting?"

"I haven't told you yet. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I plan to hold the first meeting of the Justice League to discuss the feasibility of this charter." Bruce walked to the door, took the printed documents, and Alfred delivered them After something, he closed the door and left.

Clark volunteered: "I can help contact Diana and Arthur."

"But apart from this, there is one more important thing that needs to be settled at the meeting."

Bruce handed the first draft to Clark. After Clark took it, he immediately flipped through it, read nearly a hundred pages of the document in less than two seconds, and then returned it: "It's too detailed, I have no comments, Bruce ... what's the other thing?"

Bruce: "..."

Sometimes Bruce really wants to punch him twice.

"Determine the chairman of the Justice League, the leader of the team. We need a leader, both externally and internally."

Clark asked a little unexpectedly: "Isn't that you, Bruce? You formed the alliance, and everyone is willing to listen to you."

He remembered the day he had solved Doomsday, and Bruce had pushed him forward to report to the military.At that time, he vaguely guessed what Bruce meant by retreating behind, but he never found a suitable opportunity to ask.

"This alliance was established because of you, Carl, you are the reason why our team came together." Bruce said without hesitation, he looked at Clark with firm and steady eyes as always, "It's me who did this All power."

"But……"

Clark wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Bruce: "I can give everyone advice, but you are more suitable to be the one who makes the decision, not Batman. Compared with me, people like Superman more, and your image should be More positive, that's an indisputable fact. Can you imagine Batman talking in a press conference? I can't. And, for new members who will join in the future, Superman is obviously better than Batman More intimidating. So it can only be you, Carl."

He made it so well-reasoned that Clark couldn't refute him at all.

"I believe Diana and Arthur think so too." Bruce took Clark's hand, "I also believe that you will do well, remember your dispute with Zod? I remember what you said Every word, you have a long-term vision, a broad mind, and unswerving kindness, and you will become the best leader."

Bruce has never praised Clark so much. His emotions have always been reserved and restrained, and he is rarely straightforward.What he said made Clark's ears turn red.

"I was wrong, Bruce, you are more flattering than those Superman fans."

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Whether it was defeating Zod, solving Doomsday, or forming an alliance from scratch, Bruce was not troubled, but he was so anxious about one thing that he couldn't sleep or eat.

Although he doesn't want to admit it.

That is Thanksgiving is coming.

He promised Clark to spend the holiday with Martha in Kansas.

Although Clark told him that he didn't need to bring anything, he couldn't go empty-handed.

He started to ask Alfred, but he was too embarrassed to ask, besides, the old butler would inevitably reprimand him again, and he didn't want to be angry.

So on the eve of Thanksgiving, Bruce directly gave Alfred a holiday and asked him to return to England.

The result of Bruce's own thinking is that on Thanksgiving, he put several bottles of flamboyant aces of spades in the trunk, and then told Clark that the Kent family's mortgage would not be repaid.

Clark looked at him in disbelief: "You helped our family pay off the loan?"

"No," Bruce said. "I bought that bank."

Clark: "...?"

Even though he's Superman, he still feels the pressure.

Kent's house is not too far from the metropolis, even though there was a little traffic jam on the way, the two arrived early.

Martha heard the engine of the car and came out to meet them.

This is the second time Bruce has officially visited her, in a very different capacity, from friend to boyfriend.

He thought he was ready, but the moment he saw Martha, he became nervous again.

Although Martha is still so easy to talk to.

Martha embraced them warmly.

"Nice to see you again, Bruce!"

"Me, me too..."

Clark was amused by Bruce's bewilderment, and Martha patted him and gave him a warning look, while he received a glare from Batman.

Clark threw up his hands in surrender and asked, "Is there anything I can do, Mom?"

"You can chop wood now, Clark."

"Okay." Clark said kindly.

Martha and Bruce exchanged a few simple greetings, and then went to the kitchen to get busy. Bruce followed after seeing this: "Do you need my help?"

"Yes, thank you, Bruce." Martha said with a smile, "Come and help me brush the turkey with fat. Brush it evenly. I'll prepare the pie."

Bruce, who had something to do, obviously relaxed a lot. Martha saw it and asked, "Is this your first time doing it?"

"Ah, yes, I hardly ever cook."

"Cooking is actually a very interesting thing. Cooking delicious food will make you feel happy. If you are not busy, you can try it."

"Ok."

The two had been chatting in the kitchen, talking to Martha was a good way to relieve Bruce's tension.Martha told him a lot of interesting things about Clark as a child, including how he found a worn red cloth to wrap around his shoulders as a cape.

"He's so special," Martha said emotionally. "I'm so glad Clarke met you, Bruce. The day he brought you here for the first time, tell me you can really understand him. There's nothing like that." More importantly, I thought he would be alone forever, but he has you by his side."

She made Bruce feel ashamed.

At that time, his feelings for Clark were based entirely on the dead Superman, not as pure as Clark himself thought.

Fortunately, he and Clark have expressed their hearts to each other now, and he will never betray his love and trust.

After dinner, Clark offered to take Bruce out for a walk.

Winter was approaching, and the nights in Kansas were chilly, but Clark held his hand and helped him drive away all the severe cold.

There is a vast starry sky above your head and endless fields in front of you. The tranquility of the night makes you feel peaceful and peaceful, as if all the troubles and impetuousness have gone away.

The floating clouds are facing the dew, and the mountains are high and the water is long.

"Bruce..." Clark stopped suddenly.

Bruce thought there was another emergency that needed rescue, and was just about to ask, but saw Clark kneel down on one knee.

Bruce froze on the spot, too shocked to say a word.

Clark looked a little embarrassed, he took out the small box he had prepared, held it up and handed it to Bruce.

God... Bruce was completely dumbfounded, he didn't expect this marriage proposal to come so suddenly.

Am I going to get married too?he thought in a daze.

"Forgive me, Bruce, I really wanted to propose to you in front of a lot of people, but that won't work. So I decided to put it on today. I prepared for a long time... I have a lot of things I want to say to you, but I'm all Forgot all. You see, the super memory also fails sometimes." Clark opened the slightly plain little box for him.

Bruce thought he'd see a diamond ring, but instead saw a glowing green light—a kryptonite ring.

After opening the box, Clark looked obviously weaker, and he continued: "I thought about buying a diamond ring, but I think diamonds are not unusual to me. I can pinch them with bare hands, and a hundred carats is fine. But it Not the same, I thought about it, it seems that this is the most sincere."

That's Superman's only weakness, and he's willing to give his life to him.

"Will you marry me, Bruce?"

Bruce felt like he was in a dream. He came to this time and space inexplicably, met Clark who had not yet become a Superman, experienced so many things with him, fell in love with him, and formed an alliance...including the battle of Doomsday that he was most worried about. , Clark also survived well.

Everything seems to be on track.

Unknowingly, his heart knot has been completely opened, and he will face the future life with a completely different attitude.

His life with Clark.

He took the box, took out the kryptonite ring, and said softly, "Yes, I would like to..."

"No, Bruce, don't say yes, no!!!"

Before Bruce finished speaking, he was interrupted by an anxious voice. The two turned their heads at the same time. A Clark wearing a black Superman uniform fell from the sky in a panic. He reached out to grab the ring in Bruce's hand, but it was still a step too late. It has been picked up.

"No!!!" Clark, who was wearing a black uniform, tried to hug Bruce, but his arm passed through the latter's body, as if it was just a phantom.

Bruce gave him a puzzled look, he looked down at his increasingly transparent body, and then at the two Clarks.

Then the kryptonite ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Bruce disappeared.

Like he never existed.

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感谢在2021-12-3117:03:25~2022-01-0203:35:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 little bean;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 super cp fan girl;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 18 bottles of Lord Sir; 5 bottles of those who have fallen against the wind;

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