[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

"Perhaps Mazanina's DNA results will be more real," Bruce said through the chubby dog's paw, curling his fingers to hook Clark's hand, "I want to hear your response, not just a kiss."

Clark turned his head, and a big fat dog sat between the two of them. The dog was fluffy, and through the fluffy white fur, Clark stared at the pair of steel-blue eyes. The dog looked left and right. Look, she lay down very sensiblely.

As a result, Clark slapped Xiao Krypton on the ass, and Clark said: "Let it go, Xiao Krypton!"

The dog let out a whimper of coquettishness and forgiveness from his throat, and Clark slapped it cruelly on the buttocks. The dog straightened up angrily, and yelled "Wow" With a sound, a large dog stomped on its father Clark before jumping off the sofa and running towards the door of the bathroom.

Clark turned his head and glanced at the Kryptonian dog squatting at the door of the bathroom, and then turned his head and looked at those blue eyes again. He said, "So, listen, Bruce, this is my answer."

"You said, you like me and you want to be with me," Clark said, leaning on the sofa with his hands on the armrests of the sofa, "When I heard this, I was a little flustered and even a little dazed, But my heart exploded like a firework when your voice fell."

Clark looked at the corner of the mouth of the man next to him, and slowly moved towards him. Bruce's hand slid across the leather of the sofa, and his fingers slowly passed through the gap between Clark's hand and leg. Clark felt his touch , opened his hands, and held them together.

Bruce asked slowly, but there was joy from the bottom of his heart in his words: "It's been a long time since we held hands." They used to hold hands like this when they were young, happily bouncing through the woods behind Wayne Manor, stepping on the small tree. In the golden paddy fields of the Kent Farm in the town, the joy of childhood is pure and simple.

Clark looked at him relaxedly, and said, "Probably, it started when we thought we were big boys?" Clark felt the temperature of Bruce's palm, and he continued, "I listened to your confession, and the panic at the beginning After the confusion and confusion disappeared, I felt... very good."

The two just looked at each other intently with entangled eyes, and Bruce asked, "What a good way."

"As you said," Clark said, "among the people I know, past and present, you are the one who understands me, understands me, and is always in perfect harmony with me. I think it's very good, I only need one Eyes, you only need one movement, you understand my request, I understand your meaning, no one else in the world can do this."

"Originally, you were just my best friend, and I originally thought that the definition of 'best friend' was enough to explain our relationship," Clark said unhurriedly: "However, I found that when you said you liked me, I completely Willing to maintain our relationship more simply as your partner."

"Ahem," Clark cleared his throat, he stared into his eyes full of smile and joy, and said, "You know, Bruce, on our way back from Gotham, you were driving, and I hugged you. With a small child, that kind of simple happiness is within my grasp."

"Yes," Bruce sighed, "happiness, a family. You, me, the little girl, Alfred and the dog."

The dog squatting at the door of the bathroom pricked up his ears, and couldn't help but turn his head back and let out a "Wow"—here he is.

"And, most importantly," Clark said, moving his fingers, rubbing the hard callus that Bruce had worn on the side of the first knuckle of his index finger after a long workout, "of all the people you know, Only being able to be your other half, accepting that you don’t seem to care about anything, is actually quite a strong character.”

"My pleasure, Clark," Bruce responded. "Of all the people you've ever known, I'm the only one who, as your other half, understands your sense of justice that borders on arrogance, Kryptonians." people.

Bruce leaned forward again, and Clark couldn't help sitting up straight. Bruce continued: "I put the newspaper you sent to the Batcave back then, and I put it in the locker in the Batcave. It's a pity that it was destroyed by fire." Bruce was referring to the newspaper that reported the "God on Earth" that was published in the "Daily Planet".

Clark smiled and said, "You think I don't know that you bought the Daily Planet."

Bruce said: "Of course I want to prepare supporters for you, but what I want to say is not this." Bruce just shook Clark's hand and said: "I want to say, you'God of the world' will eventually fell to the ground for me."

Clark laughed loudly, and he said: "You, the incarnation of Gotham horror, finally gave me all your tenderness."

"That's not necessarily the case," Bruce said with a smile, pointing to the bathroom with the splashing water, "However, I can give you all my love."

Clark exhaled a little air from his nose, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth could not be lowered.Bruce leaned over like this, holding Clark's hand with one hand, and hugging Clark's waist with the other hand. Clark tried this kind of passionate posture that only couples can have. He stretched out his hand and hugged Clark. This person in front of me.

The two foreheads touched, and Bruce said, "One more."

Kissing is an addictive action.

Parting, panting, continuing, the touch of lips, the temperature of temperature, the two couldn't help but close their eyes, deepening the kiss.Until the bathroom door opened again, the little princess with wet hair shouted at the door: "Dad, help me dry my hair."

Mazanina put her left hand on her hips and grabbed the nape of the big white dog's neck with her right hand. Only then did the two stop this heart-pounding, panting kiss.The little girl's eyes were a little red. After all, she was still young. She couldn't accept that her father and papa didn't remember her. However, the little girl looked at the two people on the sofa who kissed so deeply that they separated.

Mazanina couldn't help but muttered: "It's no different. From time to time, I kiss as if I don't exist." The little girl complained in a childish voice, and she let go of the dog's hair and pressed it on the On Xiao Krypton's white dog's head, he said, "Right, Xiao Krypton?"

"Woof!" Gouzi answered regardless of whether he understood or not.

Clark laughed and pushed Bruce, and said, "Go, Dad Bruce, dry your daughter's hair." Bruce stood up, not letting go at all, and he pulled Clark towards the bathroom , Gouzi wagged his tail and watched the two fathers walking towards them.

The little princess rubbed her eyes, put her hips akimbo in imposing manner, and waited for her father to come and blow-dry her hair.Bruce walked to the door of the bathroom. Bruce took the little girl's hand and led Marzanina into the bathroom. Clark stopped at the door of the bathroom. He took off a towel and wiped Mazanina's hair very gently.

Bruce's movements are not skilled but very serious.

Clark stood with his body crooked, and asked, "Nina, why don't you let Papa wipe it for you?" Xiao Krypton squatted at Clark's feet, resting his head on Clark's lap, quietly looking at the scene in the bathroom. Big and small.

Mazanina's head was covered by a towel, her big blue eyes looked this way, and she said, "Dad is all year round, and it's rare that he doesn't go to work at night."

"Work?" Clark repeated, and he asked, "What shift?"

"I don't know." Mazanina replied.

Bruce didn't stop rubbing the little girl's hair. He asked, "Then how do you know Papa's other name?"

"Papa told me," Mazanina replied, and then she said: "My future papa wants me to promise that I can only be called papa by my father, or when I am in danger, and I can't tell People other than Dad, Papa, and Ah Fu. Also, what a coincidence, Papa, your name sounds a bit like Superman."

Apparently, their future self didn't tell Marzanina who they were as superheroes.

Bruce rolled up the towel in his hand, threw it into the laundry basket, and picked up the comb on the sink. He recalled how the hairdresser he hired in the past combed the hair of his female companions, and then gently gave Marzanina combed her hair, and finally, Bruce put down the comb and picked up the hair dryer to dry Mazanina's hair.

Bruce turned off the hair dryer, Mazanina closed her eyes, and she heard Bruce ask, "Is Nina sleepy, do you want to go to bed?"

"Yeah!" Mazanina let out a soft nasal voice.

Clark just walked into the bathroom. He picked up the little four-year-old girl and said, "Papa will carry you back to the room." Mazanina stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around Clark's neck, and kissed Clark.

The rare and childish Bruce came over and said, "Daddy wants too."

Mazanina sighed pretentiously, but still gave her father a mouthful of joy.It can be seen that after accepting the fact that Papa didn't know her at this time, Marzanina finally relaxed.

Clark was holding the little cub, and the three of them walked to the guest bedroom on the second floor without saying a word. Clark was holding the baby and walked into the guest bedroom. When she opened the door, she pursed her mouth, and she whispered, "My powder is gone!"

Bruce said without hesitation: "Dad will buy it for you tomorrow."

"Hmm!"

Clark put the little girl on the bed, and she climbed into the quilt by herself, "Daddy, I want to hear a story!"

Little Krypton followed closely behind the two big ones and one small one. It wagged its tail leisurely and squatted beside the bed as a dog. The dog's head rested on the place closest to Mazanina, looking at the little one with black jewel-like eyes. girls look.

"What story?" Bruce asked.

"As long as it's what Dad said, it's fine." Mazanina said.

Bruce took out his mobile phone, he searched for "Snow White", and the web page loaded, he sat on the edge of the bed, and Clark sat on the other side.

Then Bruce read softly: "The queen sat by an open window, and the winter snow pricked her finger like a needle, causing three drops of blood to drip on the snow and the ebony window frame. She admired Mix and change the three colors and say to yourself: 'Oh, how I wish I had a daughter with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as an ebony window frame.' Soon after, the queen did give birth to a Daughter, with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony. So they named her Snow White..."

Mazanina lay on the soft pillow, she closed her eyes, and finally Bruce read: "...then, the prince and Snow White will live happily together forever."

The little girl just turned sideways, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Clark touched the obedient and silent dog, and asked, "Does Xiao Krypton want to accompany my sister?" The dog licked its nose, but did not move.

The two adults stood up gently, and they quietly walked to the door, turned off the light in the guest bedroom, and softly closed the door of the guest bedroom.Bruce said in a low voice, "It looks like there's going to be a lot of shopping tomorrow."

Clark nodded with a smile, and replied in a low voice, "It's all up to you."

The two walked downstairs one after the other, with Bruce walking in front. Clark watched the man walk into the storage room with a single turn, and took out the storage compartment from the storage compartment at the bottom of the storage room very familiarly. From his spare toolbox, he took out a pair of blue latex gloves and put them on, holding a sealed evidence bag.

Clark narrowed his eyes, he was so used to it that he didn't even bother to sigh.

Bruce walked to the bathroom. He squeezed the thin neck of the toothbrush and put the toothbrush that the little girl had just brushed into the evidence bag. He twisted the evidence bag and walked to the basement. The basement of this mansion was remodeled by Clark. It became a personal laboratory, and Clark followed behind with his hands in his hands.

The two walked into the laboratory. Clark lifted the chair to the corner, sat on the chair, leaned back with his legs up, and watched Bruce start to handle the toothbrush. He cut off the bristles of the toothbrush. Finally, after setting the parameters of the DNA sequencer, Bruce also answered many questions from the public relations department of Wayne Enterprises—it should be related to Marzanina.

When Bruce turned his head, he saw Clark slumped on the chair. The Kryptonian yawned lazily when he saw Bruce look over.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked after finishing his work.

"It's something, but let's talk about it tomorrow," Clark asked, propping his head on his hands, "Where do you sleep at night? Although there are other rooms in my villa, the quilt and pillowcases have been placed for too long, and they have not been exposed to the sun. My aunt is only responsible for keeping the master bedroom and the second bedroom clean."

Bruce blinked and said very calmly: "Do you have the heart to let me sleep on the sofa?" The eyes of the steel blue eyes were extremely soft.

So when Clark woke up the next day, he saw Bruce's peaceful sleeping face as soon as he opened his eyes.