[Super Bat] The third type of god

Clark said so, and Bruce didn't suspect anything.

"By the way, Bruce, I have to apologize to you for something."

"what?"

Clark walked in front of him, and Bruce couldn't see his expression, but he could imagine the embarrassment of the other party now.

Do you want to completely confess your superpowers?Bruce thought.

"Before... I tied you up, not because you attacked me." Clark said, "When I rescued you, I found that you had many scars on your body. I suspected that you were from the military and wanted to take me away. Do the research. You know, you just called me 'Clark' while you were unconscious, so... I'm sorry, Bruce."

Bruce didn't expect it to be this, he'd almost forgotten about it.But this also explains why he was tied up by Superman superfluously-in that case, no one can make small moves under Superman's nose, but Clark didn't intend to expose his superpowers.

He asked a little amusedly, "Are you worried that I'll take you to Area 51?"

Clark asked curiously, "Is there really Area 51?"

Bruce thought for a while and said, "Yes, but it's not called that, and I haven't been there either."

Clark doesn't look back, but Bruce feels him smiling.

"I told you, Bruce, I was pushed out and bullied as a kid, and they treated me like a freak. Nobody wanted to talk to me, and you were the only one except my parents," Clark said. Alaska knows you, Bruce, you let me know I'm not alone in this world."

What he said was sincere, but it stung Bruce a little.

Superman has always been strong and invincible. He saves mankind with the attitude of a god. No one thinks and no one cares that he also has human emotions. He has his own pain and confusion. Except for the man of steel, he Also a real person.

So, why was he so dazed in the first place, bewitched by Luthor, thinking that Superman must be eradicated?Obviously there can be a better solution, if he had been calmer at the time, it wouldn't have been...

Fortunately, he now has a chance to make amends.

"Hey, listen, Clark," Bruce said, "You don't have to care too much about what other people think, just be yourself. No matter what the situation is, no matter how bad your situation is, you have to stick to yourself Faith, this is the meaning of life.”

Clark paused.

Bruce continued: "There have been countless people who have said to me that my persistence is meaningless. Gotham is not a city worth protecting. No matter what I do, the people there will not change in any way. They even Wouldn't appreciate me. But I don't care, I don't need anyone to appreciate me. Compared to them, at least I can deter those criminals, can't I?"

Clark was silent for a while, then said, "Thank you, Bruce."

"Also, Clark, no matter what happens in the future, I will stand by your side."

Clark asked casually, "What if I did something wrong?"

But Bruce didn't care, just said: "In that case, I will teach you a lesson."

Clark smiled, "How are you going to do that?"

Bruce said mysteriously: "Because I also have a secret that I didn't tell you."

Clark subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

Bruce said, "You've been hiding such a big thing from me, and you think I'll tell you so easily?"

"..." Clark was speechless.

Clark was defeated, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Well, I really can't imagine how you will teach me."

Bruce said disdainfully: "There are more methods."

Clark didn't answer any more, but suddenly remembered something, and suddenly laughed again.

Bruce asked strangely: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, no, it's nothing, I think of something happy..." Clark waved his hand.

Bruce: "?"

In the dark tunnel, Bruce couldn't see that Superman's ears were red again.

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Clark was right, it was indeed an alien spaceship buried under the ice.

Standing under this behemoth, Bruce couldn't help feeling: "Clark, you're right. If this is the former Soviet submarine, then the United States should be the one that disintegrated."

The space around the spaceship is very empty, and a huge dome is formed on the ground, and even a slight sound can cause a huge echo.

As if awakened by Bruce's voice, an operation desk next to it, which had been silent for an unknown amount of time, suddenly floated from the ground and lit a blue indicator light.

The console was about half the height of a person, hovering in front of the two of them, as if identifying the identity of the visitor.

Bruce subconsciously held his breath.

Clark noticed that there was something like a keyhole on the operating table. He took out the jewelry that had been hanging around his neck with some doubts, and found that its outline was exactly the same as the keyhole.

He exchanged a glance with Bruce, took off the ornament and inserted it.

But at the same time, another suspended silver console suddenly appeared behind Bruce, with two silver mechanical tentacles protruding from the side, heading straight for the two of them.

Bruce's reaction was faster than Clark's, and he immediately threw himself on the ground and rolled around a few times, shouting, "Clark!"

Clark turned his head sharply, narrowly avoiding the attack of the mechanical tentacles, and then jumped up and rushed over to grab it.

Taking advantage of this stall, Bruce quickly got up, rushed to the operating table, and suddenly let out a muffled snort.

The sharp mechanical tentacles attacked from behind him, but Clark didn't have time to stop it. He only caught it the moment it shot, making its attack deviate from the direction - it scratched Bruce's windbreaker, and slashed from his waist. He slashed hard.

However, at this moment, he ignored the pain, and slammed the half-inserted ornament into the keyhole.

The spaceship's attack stopped abruptly.

"Huh..." Bruce covered the injured area, panted heavily, turned around, and looked at Clark with a sigh of relief.

Even though the silver console had stopped attacking, Clark still ripped it to pieces with his bare hands as if venting his anger.

Bruce: "..."

Hey, don't you feel bad about the things on your own spaceship?Bruce couldn't help complaining.

"Are you okay?" Clark threw the console aside, and immediately came to Bruce, carefully pulled off his windbreaker, and observed his wound.

Bruce's face was a little pale, and he shook his head pretending to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, I just scratched my skin."

"Come on, Bruce. I have eyes, so I can see." Clark said with a sullen face. Although the wound didn't hurt any internal organs, it was at least half an inch deep. Fortunately, it was extremely cold in the Arctic, so the amount of bleeding wasn't too big. "Do you call this scratching the skin?"

As if he couldn't hear the sullenness in the other party's tone, Bruce said, "You have to help me stop the bleeding." He stretched out two fingers and pointed to his eyes.

"You can do it, can't you?"

Clark looked at him helplessly, and said, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Bruce is really tolerant.

When the wound was burned, he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't say a word.

Clark worried: "Bruce..."

As if knowing what Clark was going to say, Bruce took a deep breath and said indifferently, "I'm used to it."

Clark tore off the hem of his shirt, bandaged Bruce briefly, and said in disapproval, "How can you get used to this kind of thing, you are too harsh on yourself, Bruce."

Bruce glanced at him, and choked: "You haven't experienced the feeling of 'pain', have you? Then how do you know, I won't get used to it?"

Clark was not angry when he choked, but said with a good temper: "Trust me, I know, Bruce. I was not born so tough. When I was young, I didn't adapt to the air here. I almost died of asthma. I remember that Feel."

Bruce lowered his eyelids and didn't answer any more. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure appearing beside him, and immediately pushed Clark with his elbow: "What is that?"

It was a short-haired man in a strange robe, standing on the aisle of the spaceship, watching them quietly, as if waiting for them to pass by.

Clark asked, "Who's there?"

The man didn't answer, but turned and walked away.

Clark glanced at Bruce, as if hesitating how to take him with him.

Bruce signaled him with his eyes to follow quickly and leave him alone.

However, Clark hesitated for a moment, and hugged Bruce effortlessly!

Bruce: "?!"

Bruce struggled: "Put me down, I can walk by myself!"

But Clark didn't intend to let go at all. While chasing the man in the robe, he refused, "Strong exercise will make your wound open again."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce knew he was right, but the feeling of being held was... so weird!Especially being hugged by a strong man who was about his size, the embarrassment was indescribable.

But in the current situation, it is not wise to go against Clark, and they have to keep up with that strange figure.

Forget it, no one but Clark saw it anyway, Batman thought to himself.

That figure is not a real person, but an AI named Jor-El based on Clark's scientist father.

He was a little surprised to see Clark hugging an earthling.

Although Bruce knew it was just an AI, the ambiguous expression on the other side made him very uncomfortable, as if there was some special relationship between him and Clark.

"I trust him." Sensing Bruce's resistance, Clark slowly put him down and said to the AI, "He is my only friend on this planet, and if you want to tell me something, it's okay to let him know. "

Hearing what he said, Bruce was a little surprised, but under Joe's scrutiny, he shut his mouth wisely.

This is not only the history of Clark's first contact with the home planet, but also the first time Bruce has a close understanding of the Kryptonian civilization. She was once a rich and beautiful planet like the earth, with a magnificent and long history, but she could not escape her fate. trial.

Clark is the orphan of Krypton. He should be lonely on this planet. Fortunately, he can meet the kind-hearted Kent couple who accompany him to grow up.

If he grows up alone, will he become another murderous General Zod?Bruce couldn't help thinking, but he wasn't so sure when he saw Jo-El's politeness.

Jor-El told Clark his original name and gave him a red cloaked uniform with their family crest on it.

This is where he becomes Superman.Bruce thought.

"S stands for 'hope'." Clark looked at the imprint on his chest, and said it after AI's father.

"Hope." Bruce felt a little emotional. He looked down at the sign and subconsciously said, "Superman."

"What?" Clark's super hearing heard clearly, but he didn't understand what the other person meant, "Bruce, what'Superman'?"

Only then did Bruce realize that the current Clark doesn't have the code name "Superman", so he hurriedly remedied: "I, I mean, if you want to face humans in the future, you can't tell everyone that you are Clark Kent, from the Kansas farm .I mean, gotta have a code name or something to hide your real identity, and just so happens to have an 'S' on your logo, I think 'Superman' would be nice."

Clark was stunned for a while, and understood what Bruce meant. He hugged him ecstatically: "You are so thoughtful, Bruce! I like this name, and I will be called 'Superman' from now on!"

Bruce avoided him touching his wound, looked at the ground with complicated emotions, and said, "...well, as long as you like it."

Actually Bruce wasn't happy.

He knew that Louise had taken the name Superman, and now he seemed to have replaced her inexplicably, and the feeling was indescribable, even a little guilty.

"Okay, let me go, Clark." Bruce pushed him gently.

Clark was still very excited, and silently said a few words "Superman".

Bruce looked at the AI ​​and asked, "Mr. Al, for the protection of Clark, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

Clark had an unexpected expression on his face: "Huh?"

Joe nodded slightly: "Mr. Wayne, please tell me."

Bruce asked, "About Krypton..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly saw the familiar image of the Apocalypse cup flashing past in front of him and disappearing.

Bruce looked at the AI ​​in front of him in horror, wondering if it was his hallucination just now.

Seeing that Bruce didn't speak, Clark poked him with his elbow in doubt: "Bruce?"

Bruce glanced at him, and asked hesitantly, "Clark, did you see something flying in front of you just now?"

Clark looked inexplicable: "No, if there is anything else, I will see it. What's wrong with you, Bruce?"

Bruce suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing, I was wrong."

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感谢在2021-03-0101:44:37~2021-03-0412:04:16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 landmine: Xiaofeng did not speak, a thought bloomed, and one when he acted;

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