[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The contactor of the satellite communication only rang once, and Alfred got through the communication. He calmly asked, "Master Bruce, what can you do?"

"Ah Fu," Bruce leaned on the sofa and stretched his legs. He said, "I have some questions in my heart. I don't know who to ask. I can only find you."

"Is it related to Mr. Kent?" Alfred said.

"Yes." Bruce replied curtly.

Alfred asked, "What's the problem?"

"I think," Bruce said, "I like him."

"You're talking about Mr. Kent?" Alfred's tail voice floated up in a rare way, he cleared his throat, and very cooperatively opened the muffler on his side to shield Superman's super hearing—he The raised master has someone he likes.

Clarke's attention, who heard his name, was swept away by Alfred, and then swept away full of doubts. To Clark's surprise, he couldn't hear the voice from Bruce's side either.

"Master Bruce," Alfred called out almost sighing, "Perhaps you haven't noticed that when you have a question, you usually communicate with Mr. Kent, and you asked me when you came to me At that time, the question must be with Mr. Kent."

Oh? is it?

"Really?" Bruce leaned on the sofa, he closed his eyes, and the end of the interrogative sentence was stretched out.

"Master Bruce, did you quarrel with Mr. Kent?" Alfred asked deliberately.

Bruce's denial was quick and firm: "No."

"Then what is it for?" There was a little interest and curiosity in the steward's words, Alfred said: "Since you have called me, Master Bruce, please ask your question."

He asked bluntly, the only way to pry open the tight mouth of the Wayne family master.

"I..." Bruce said the subject, paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "In the past few days, I met a wise and beautiful lady in the metropolis, and she said something that made me very concerned .”

Alfred listened quietly, and Bruce said directly: "She asked me, have I ever met someone who understands me, understands me, and cares about me, has I ever met someone who makes me care and care about me?" Someone who doesn't ask for anything in return."

Bruce's voice was a little low, and he said slowly: "She should be describing the person I like, and she also said 'don't miss mine'." Bruce let out a breath, and Master Bruce, who could hold his breath for 8 minutes, suddenly had an almost With suffocating tension, he said: "But, Ah Fu, when I listen to her say these words, there is only one person in my mind."

"Yes, Alfred." Bruce replied, his words were full of uncertainty, and he asked, "When the lady said these words, I thought of Clark, but...I..."

"But you're not sure," Alfred added to Bruce's words, and said, "But you're not sure, whether your reaction can be called liking, right, Master Bruce?"

Bruce rang out in the frequency band with a helpless sigh. He put his hand on his forehead and asked in a muffled voice, "Ah Fu, what is liking?"

Alfred paused for several seconds, the butler who was taken aback but took it for granted organized his words very seriously, and then Alfred said: "Master Bruce, I think I should explain to you Why do you like this abstract question, why not ask you a few questions."

"Please," Bruce said shortly.

Alfred asked slowly: "Do you have an almost selfish possessive desire for Mr. Kent, Master Bruce?"

Bruce didn't answer, but asked, "What do you mean?"

"In other words, you don't want to like anyone else, because you know very well, Master Bruce," Alfred analyzed: "Mr. Kent is after the kind of love that is constant, and he wants to have an understanding." He, who cares about him, but you don't want him to have such a partner now and in the future, do you?"

Bruce closed his eyes and replied honestly, "Yes."

Alfred added: "You want that person to be you, don't you?"

"Correct."

Alfred pursed his lips and smiled, Xiao Krypton wagged his tail, the dog jumped onto the warm beach chair and leaned against the butler man's chest, Alfred hugged Xiao Krypton like a child, Alfred De continued to ask: "So, the second question, Master Bruce, just like what the lady said, do you understand Mr. Kent, understand Mr. Kent, care about Mr. Kent, are you willing to help Mr. Kent when he is in trouble?" , lending a helping hand without expecting anything in return.”

"Of course." Bruce replied.

Alfred smiled softly, and the dog lying on his chest grinned happily, and Alfred continued to ask: "The last question, Master Bruce, when you talked about liking, When Mr. Kent's face appeared in your mind, did you have a flutter in your heart, a feeling as if you were swept by a feather?"

"Yes," Bruce said, covering his eyes with his hands, "yes, I have."

"Yes, Master Bruce," Alfred said with such determination: "We usually call this kind of reaction like liking." Gouzi dog mouthed Alfred's earphones and muttered, "Wow " With a sound, it is in agreement.

"That's liking?" Bruce repeated.

The heart of Bruce, who was always calm and self-possessed, was just like what Alfred described at this time. His heart was beating, like it was trembling after being lightly swept by feathers with fine down. With the hand covering his forehead, he stared at the luxuriously decorated chandelier on the top of the hotel living room. The chandelier decorated with fine pendants flickered with tiny lights. His eyes were dazed, but his heart couldn't be clearer.

He likes Clark, just like darkness always chases light, he likes Clark by his side, he likes how Clark can understand him, support him, and care about him without words.This person, even if he doesn't do anything, just stays by his side so quietly, he has a kind of peace of mind.

Just like Alfred asked, if Clark encounters any trouble, he will help him without asking for anything in return. He is not worried that Clark's troubles will destroy his principles, because they have the same philosophy in protecting justice. Surprisingly similar.

But, he thought so, what did Clark think?

If he told Clark what he wanted, wouldn't they even be friends?

"Master Bruce," Alfred's voice rang again in the communication channel that had been quiet all this time, and the butler said, with an extremely firm tone: "Don't underestimate your position in Mr. Kent's heart."

At the end, Alfred said word for word: "Don't miss him." "Crack", the communication was cut off.

Alfred was lying on a beach chair by the beach in Hawaii, hugging a fluffy and warm dog. The dog's fat paws rested on Alfred's chest, and said: "I guess in the future, your Father Clark is going to live in Wayne Manor."

The old butler was a little surprised when he heard Bruce's question just now, but he was surprised for just a few seconds, because even he had to admit that there was an unmatched tacit understanding between the two .It's just a pity that the Wayne family and the Kent family may not have the next generation.

A little excited, Alfred wobbled around the dog and said, "Little Krypton, why do I feel that you have gained a lot of weight?" The dog's ears pricked up, and Alfred continued: "Let's go, Go swimming with grandpa."

It took a long time for the butler to calm down.

Don't miss him!

As if a thunderbolt was on his forehead, Bruce leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes tightly, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened them, sat up straight, and fell back again.

Damn it, he has flirted with so many girls and is invincible, but he doesn't know how to confess his love to Clark!

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door of the guest room.

"Who?" Bruce asked.

"I, B, open the door for me." It was Clark's voice.

Bruce couldn't help but rubbed between his brows. He stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the door of the guest room, and opened the door of the hotel room. After the door opened, Clark saw Bruce's crimson face from the front, and Clark stepped forward. After entering the door and closing the door, he asked eagerly, "What's the matter with you, someone drugged you?"

"Who can give me medicine?" Bruce asked back, I was poisoned by you.

Clark heaved a sigh of relief, Clark walked in, he sat on the sofa, relaxed and leaned against the back of the sofa, Bruce's eyes fell on Clark's relaxed appearance, he pursed his lips, and then said: "Before, I told you You said that Diana said something that concerned me very much about you."

Hearing this, Clark sat up straight. He saw Bruce walking across from him. He rarely saw a trace of nervousness in Bruce's movements. The hand in the pocket was obviously tight.

Seeing Bruce like this, Clark was a little cautious, and he felt a little irritated. As long as Diana was involved, he would have the feeling that the wool was in knots and couldn't be untied.

Clark retracted the smile on his face, and he asked, "What did Prince tell you?"

Bruce couldn't help laughing. Clark was sometimes very childish. He originally called that lady Diana, but now he called someone Prince angrily—this person may not have ideas for him.

Bruce seemed to have a hundred little kryptonites in his heart, and the dog ran around with "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Clark listened attentively, the room was extremely quiet, obviously the muffler hadn't been turned off yet, so he couldn't hear Bruce's heartbeat far beyond the nervous frequency at this time, the Kryptonian couldn't help asking: "Are you and Fu What did you talk about, and what did Ah Fu comment on what Prince said."

Bruce took a small breath and let it out slowly. His years of meditation and yoga kept him from flushing like a teenage boy, but his palms were already sweating, Bruce Across the coffee table, he stood across from Clark who was sitting nervously.

Although the small town boy didn't know what Bruce was going to say to him, he intuitively believed that today's conversation would change his relationship with Bruce.

"Listen to me quietly, Clark, as you can see, I'm nervous." Clark blinked his blue eyes, and Bruce stood upright, his steel blue eyes meeting his, and he spoke slowly: "That day, I put the bug on you, and I heard Diana ask you, have you ever met someone who understands you, who understands you, and who can always be in harmony with you? And you, you also understand She, understand her, care about her?"

Clark opened his eyes, and his mouth was almost over his head, and he asked, "You mean Diana?"

"No," Bruce denied faster: "Of course not."

"It's not her, it's him." Clark had doubts on his face, and he heard Bruce say, "It's you."

"When Diana said this, I was thinking of you," Bruce said, "You are the one who understands me, who understands me, and who can always be in perfect harmony with me."

Clark opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he closed his mouth, but, listening to Bruce's words, he even forgot to breathe, and that naughty little Kryptonian dog seemed to have got into his body, steel and iron. The bony dog ​​"owed" and grinded his paws on his heart with his paws that could slice through steel plates.

"That day," Bruce said, looking into Clark's dazed but extremely bright eyes, "in the vault of the auction, Diana said to me again, she said that I had never met someone who cared about me, and I didn't ask for it. Where is the person who returned? When I heard this, I still thought of you."

"She said, don't miss me." Bruce continued: "I don't want to miss you, I like you, Clark, the kind of love that selfishly doesn't want you to fall in love with another person, the kind that wants you to be with me forever There is only my favorite in the eyes."

"I like you, Clark." Bruce repeated, "I want to be with you."

Clark sat on the sofa in a daze. Little Krypton, who was sharpening his paws on his heart, suddenly had fun. The big fluffy dog ​​kicked up from his heart, kicking his heart to his throat, making a "bang" a bang.

Like a gorgeous firework exploding in his heart, countless tiny shining light bars fell from the sky like meteors, he didn't want to refuse, he didn't want to agree, his mind was blank.

Clark was dumbfounded.

Bruce stared at Clark, nervously waiting for an answer.

At this moment, Bruce's cell phone rang, and Clark's gaze slowly fell on the lit phone screen. It was an unfamiliar number. He paused and connected the phone: "Bruce, you who is it?"

"I'm Officer Gordon of the Gotham Police Department," Gordon said, staring at the little princess who was obediently sitting on a chair out of reach, "Mr. Wayne, today there is a police officer named Martha Nina Wayne The little lady found the police station, and she gave us your mobile phone number, driver's license number, and the phone number of Wayne Manor, I believe, she is your child."

"My what?" Bruce's voice cracked.

Bruce tries to stay calm, but he can't help but look over at Clark.

"Your daughter," Gordon said, looking at the little princess who looked so much like Bruce Wayne between her eyebrows and eyes, "I sent a multimedia message to your mobile phone, which is a picture of Miss Wayne. I'm sure she is you daughter."

Bruce didn't hang up the phone, he moved the phone away, clicked on the text message, and it took only a second for the MMS to load. The photo was taken from above. Bruce stared at the little soft little girl's upturned face in the photo, although It's this mysterious angle, but with this appearance, there is no need for DNA testing at all. This girl must be his daughter.

"I..." Bruce swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and he said, "I'll be right there. Where's the child's mother?"

"I haven't seen Miss Wayne's mother," Officer Gordon replied. "Miss Wayne doesn't want to talk about it. She insists on talking about it after you come."

From the receiver, the little princess asked softly: "Is Daddy coming?"

Bruce hung up the phone. He endured the feeling of choking on food and looked at Clark. Clark had already stood up and walked to Bruce silently. At this moment, he was standing beside Bruce, looking intently at the screen of Bruce's phone The little girl on the bed.The little girl has a pair of azure blue eyes that look like jewels. Through the lens, she seems to be able to melt people's hearts.

how cute.

"You..." Bruce squeezed out a subject.

"Me?" Clark was in a mess, he forced himself to say calmly, "Do you want me to reply you now?"

When the daughter you played with came to the door?

"You don't need to answer me now, I want to calm down," Bruce flipped his hands, slipped his phone into his trouser pocket, and said, "Will you stay with me?" with a demanding interrogative sentence.

"I'm with you." Clark joked, "I'm worried about you driving into Gotham Bay."

Bruce didn't dodge again when Clark approached, and Clark got close to Bruce.There was a line between Bruce and Clark, but the terrified alien put his feet up and refused to step over.

Bruce gave him a helpless look, and he said, "I'm worried about you driving your car into Gotham Bay."

"I'm fine," Clark put his arms around Bruce's shoulders, and he said, "I don't know why, but when I saw the little girl, I liked her a lot."