[Super Bat] The third type of god

As superheroes, they didn't have much time to rest. It was already the limit for all members of the alliance to spare half a day to attend the wedding. After returning to Earth, they immediately went to work.

So Bruce and Clark aren't making honeymoon plans.

However, this was unanimously opposed by the members. Barry offered to help them take turns, so the other five hit it off, took on the work of the two, and forced them to take a few days of honeymoon leave.

The two who were suddenly idle didn't know what to do for a while, but it wasn't really boring, but that there were too many things to do, and there was no way to determine the priority - when Clark was with Bruce, I can't wait to think of a day as 48 hours.

Bruce took Clark to honor his parents.

Along the way, Bruce was silent.

The two wore dark coats, cleaned up the weeds in front of the tombstone, and then offered flowers devoutly.

And until today, Clark didn't know that Bruce's mother was also named Martha.

It was an unexpected coincidence.

"The night I fought Clark, I nearly killed him," Bruce said suddenly.

He hardly mentioned the superman of another parallel universe in front of Clark. On the one hand, he had indeed let go of the past, and on the other hand, he could see that Clark cared about his peers.

Clark listened quietly to him talking about the past, stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and silently gave him warmth and support.

"But he told me that his mother's name is Martha..." Bruce lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "At that moment, I realized that he is not a monster, not a false god, he is just like us, And a real human being. I was carried away by anger and prejudice, and he woke me up, Carl, and I almost made a big mistake."

"That's not your fault, Bruce." Clark said, "You just want to better protect the world, and Luthor used you, and he used him. You said you were prejudiced against him, so why not him?" ?Otherwise the first meeting between the two of you won't be so unpleasant. Don't blame yourself too much, dear."

Bruce laughed, and said helplessly: "Sometimes I think, you should not just be a reporter, but apply for a host or a psychotherapist."

Clark said sincerely: "I don't have that good eloquence, I just say what I want to say."

Bruce let out a long, slightly relieved sigh.

More than 30 years have passed since the night of the nightmare in the alley, and he has guarded Gotham for more than [-] years.

At first, he just wanted to prevent more helpless children from experiencing tragedies like him, but later on, his ability grew stronger and his responsibilities became heavier, and now he has formed the Justice League and assumed the role of guardian The burden of the world.

The darkest moment in life did not crush him, but made him extremely powerful.

That alley is his haze and the starting point of his nirvana, reborn in tragedy and reborn in despair.

Since then, nothing can shake his firm and pure faith.

"They will be proud of you, Bruce." Clark put his arms around Bruce and said softly, "There are two most important days in your life, the day you came into the world, and the day you know why you came into the world .I've been looking for these two days, and I think you will too."

Bruce asked, "Mark Twain?"

"Yeah." Clark nodded.

Bruce didn't speak, he stroked the back of Clark's hand with his fingertips, and put it gently on his ring finger - where they wore their wedding rings, a pair of basic platinum rings, without any complicated design, only Clark The inside is engraved with their names, simple and elegant, just like their love, timeless and pure.

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Regarding the honeymoon trip, Bruce didn't really want to go anywhere in particular.

Moreover, there are too many tourists in the popular scenic spots, Bruce is easy to be recognized, and with the recent reports of his marriage overwhelming, it is almost impossible to travel cleanly.

Clark thought for a while, and mentioned a few Nordic towns he had visited during his travels. They were sparsely populated and had good scenery. Bruce hadn't been there either.

So 5 minutes later, Clark took Bruce to a small town full of idyllic atmosphere.

I have to say that it is very convenient to have a Kryptonian husband.

This is a place completely different from the city. The whole town is surrounded by lush forests, and there is a meandering river running through it. Flatten all impetuousness.

The two held hands and walked slowly through the streets of the town. Clark said: "The mushrooms and fish here are delicious. I know there is a lake nearby. We can go fishing at night."

Bruce nodded, "Okay."

As Clark said, he saw a cafe and said, "By the way, the coffee here is also very good. It's different from what you drink in the United States. Would you like to try it? I'll buy it, and you wait here for me."

Bruce asked with a smile, "Are you sure they speak English?"

"Simple communication should be fine. If not, I can still gesture."

"You can also use me as an interpreter."

"I can handle it, don't underestimate me." Clark rejected his proposal, "I will study foreign languages ​​after I go back, just wait and see."

Bruce shrugged noncommittally.

He found a chair outside the store and sat down, the gentle breeze brushed by, gently lifting the broken hair on his forehead, while he was watching Clark's back, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

However, a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"Are you here on a trip, sir?"

Bruce looked back and saw a brown-haired man with a DSLR around his neck accosting him, speaking with a thick French accent.

Bruce said, "Yes, for the first time."

"This is really a special fate, and it's my first time here!"

Bruce knew what he was here for, and he was a little dumbfounded.

The brown-haired man added, "Can I take a picture of you, I'm a street photographer."

Bruce looked at his slightly amateurish body, the lens connected to it was not a common focal length for portraits, and he was not carrying a camera bag that could hold replacement lenses. It is estimated that he would naturally ask for his contact information after taking the photo up.

So he silently put the hand wearing the wedding ring on the table, and said happily, "Yes."

The brown-haired man noticed this detail, and also sensed his tactful refusal, showing obvious disappointment, and was about to say something, but was interrupted.

"You can also help us take a group photo." The person who came was Clark, who stood between the two of them, pushed the coffee he bought to Bruce, sat beside him as if announcing sovereignty, and clasped his fingers.

"Oh, you are..."

"Well, we just got married." Bruce nodded, and he and Clark exchanged glances. "We're actually on our honeymoon."

The brown-haired man resentfully said, "Okay..."

So Bruce and Clark got a group photo, as well as the other party's reluctant blessing.

After the man who came to strike up a conversation left, Clark said, "Maybe I should have more sense of crisis."

The coffee beans here are all lightly roasted, with a unique and rich fruity aroma. Bruce took a sip, tasted the faint tea flavor, and praised: "The taste is really good."

He noticed Clark's displeased gaze and found it very amused. He said with a smile, "You're a superman. It's a good thing to maintain a proper sense of crisis."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Bruce began to tease him again: "Really? Then you have to work hard and improve your charm."

Not to be outdone, Clark said: "Superman was one of the most attractive men in the world in last year's selection."

"Oh, what a coincidence, Bruce Wayne is also on the list, and ahead of him."

"The rankings are not divided..."

"Carl!" The two were joking when Bruce suddenly exclaimed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Clark acted—a three or four-year-old child suddenly ran into the middle of the road, and a car was speeding towards her. Clark quickly hugged the child and pulled the child back.

Cars pass by.

Clark looked to make sure he hadn't scratched the car and caused damage before handing the child into Bruce's arms.

"Her hat was blown onto the road, I'll pick it up."

Bruce nodded and asked in a low voice, "Where are your parents, little princess?"

Only then did the child realize that he was frightened and cried loudly.

Bruce could only reassure her first, and then asked again in Bookmore.

Clark put her hat back on.

Bruce said: "She refused to say anything. She must have been frightened. Go and see if there are any candies or toys nearby. We will send her to the police station later."

At this time, the child's parents hurried over and thanked the two of them.

After inquiring, Bruce learned that the child was a local and was playing with his friends nearby. He ran here after the hat was blown away.

When he wanted to return the child, the child hugged him and refused to let go.

She has curly blond hair, skin like snow, as well-behaved as a kitten just waking up, and a pair of big light green eyes that make Bruce's heart melt.

So Bruce coaxes her for a while, even though he's not good at it.

But the kid seemed to like staying with him very much, and played with him all afternoon before reluctantly saying goodbye.

Before leaving, he also gave him a painting, which was a scene of him and Clark standing on the grass under the blue sky and white clouds.

At night, Clark brought a set of camping gear and sat by the lake with Bruce to fish.

"How about we take the train to the next place tomorrow?" Clark asked, "The train station here is also very distinctive."

When they came to this small town, their pace of life seemed to slow down. The train with a limited speed per hour is a good way to travel, and they can experience the local customs and the scenery along the way more immersively.

Bruce agreed.

He turned his head and saw the painting that the child gave him again, and couldn't help but curl his mouth.

Seeing this, Clark said, "She's so cute, isn't she?"

"That's what kids do," Bruce said.

Clark asked him seriously, "So do you want a baby, Bruce?"

"Ah?" Bruce didn't react at once, and after a while, he thought of the creation chamber in the Fortress of Solitude—with the help of Kryptonian technology, it is actually very easy for him and Clark to have a child.

But he hesitated for a while, and shook his head: "I... I may not be ready to become a parent, Carl. This is not just adding an identity and title, but more of a responsibility, I don't know Can I be a qualified father?"

Clark smiled, he took Bruce's hand, and said: "If we really have a child in the future, he may not be the best or the strongest, but he must be the happiest, because his Dad is Bruce."

Bruce followed him up, "And Superman."

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感谢在2022-01-0917:06:46~2022-01-1215:09:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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