[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Batman's makeshift base.

Bruce watched Clark's movements. He was a little unhappy about Clark's statement that he was going to give "Batman" to Kate at the beginning. He only heard Clark say the word "figure", and Bruce just stared at Clark so quietly. ——This person is so naive, and he likes to tease him so much.

It's just that fun.

Then, Bruce just stared at Clark as he took a box off the shelf, Clark handed the box to Bruce, and there was another black box on the shelf.

Bruce knew exactly what items were in his base, and the two extra boxes on his locker were obviously brought by Clark. Bruce held the wrapping paper of the cod sandwich in the convenience store in his left hand, folded it with his right hand, and threw it into the box. In the trash can, then Bruce raised his hand to take the black box that Clark handed over.

"What's in that box?" Bruce asked, and he lifted the lid of the black box. When he saw what was in the box, he didn't care much about what was in the other box. Because there is a Batman made of soft clay in the box——the workmanship is very exquisite, and the clay Batman is so detailed that his fingers can move.

Bruce took the clay sculpture of Batman out of the box. This half-palm-sized Batman is very delicate. There are movable wire joints under the muscles of the clay sculpture. The clay sculpture armor can be disassembled, and the exquisite details are painted on it. Armor, breastplate, carapace, universal belt, grapple gun, and even the cloak on the back and a mechanism that can be turned into wings. Bruce flicked the hand-made mask, the eyes with white film The mask was lifted up.

Bruce looked at the blank face under the mask with some amusement, and the word "handsome" was written in red pen on the face.

Clark walked up to Bruce, he looked at the slightly displeased expression on Bruce's face with great interest, and asked, "In order to avoid accidents that reveal your identity, I won't pinch your face," Clark raised his arms He hugged Bruce's shoulder, touched his head, and asked, "How is it?"

Clark looked at Bruce with great satisfaction, pursing his lips. The man's words were full of displeasure, and he said dryly, "How about it, you just take this as a gift?"

"Haha," Clark laughed twice, he loved Bruce's reaction so much, he said, "Of course not, this is a gift from me, can you feel it, when I saw you gave the bat dart to Kate, I Mood."

Between lovers, isn't it a particularly romantic thing to be jealous by chance?

Bruce lowered his eyes, to be honest, he was about to laugh, why is his boyfriend so...

Clark took out the base of the Batman figure from the black box, placed the gift he made by himself on the base, and then placed the propped up Batman figure on the workbench.Clark said, "Your workbench is empty, a trinket I made for you."

Bruce reached for another black box on the locker—he probably guessed what it contained, and that box contained another clay Batman, this Batman was not the Batman on his console The figure is so exquisite, it is just a clay sculpture of Batman purely made of clay.

Although it is also very beautiful, it cannot be compared with the first one at all.

"So?" Finally, Bruce giggled, he was always very relaxed when getting along with Clark, and he said, "You just want to see me jealous." Clark nodded very sincerely, and Bruce asked knowingly: "Satisfied Yet?"

Clark raised his hand, he followed Bruce's example and nodded his lips.

Bruce put the box on the locker. He raised his hand to hold Clark's hand on his shoulder. Clark's hand slipped down. Bruce turned around and happily complied with Clark's request.

The two kissed each other, slightly intoxicated.

The two separated slightly, Clark put his forehead on Bruce's shoulder, and said with a smile, "I just like watching you because I failed to control my expression." Bruce glanced at the Kryptonian who was particularly arrogant, and rubbed his fingers Clark clenched his hand, let go and took a step back, sitting on the chair.

Bruce withdrew the joyful smile on his face, he became serious, and asked seriously: "Did you upload the recording when you played me yesterday?" Clark nodded, and Bruce continued: "Okay, I will listen to it later All at once."

This will prevent him from showing his flaws in front of Kate.

Bruce continued, "Where are Nina and Kate?"

"Last night Kate came out of the bathroom with Nina in her arms. She drank the milk with the soothing agent that Alfred sent." The soothing agent has no side effects and can make people fall into a deep sleep quickly. At this time, Clark listened carefully. , replied: "I haven't woken up yet, she doesn't know anything about what happened last night."

"Okay," Bruce asked after a short pause, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes," Clark pulled the back of the other chair with his hands, sat down, and asked, "Diana, when Diana said she was older than me, I was not very good. Trust me, Bruce, how old is she?"

Bruce shook the mouse, and the bat computer lit up. He called up the folder labeled "Superheroes", and there was a folder named "Diana Prince" in it, and opened the photo taken in the first Bruce replied: "If this is her, she is at least 130 years old."

Bruce put his hands on the keyboard, he quickly typed a piece of code, and then there were a few more documents and videos in the "Diana Prince" folder, and Bruce didn't even look at it. With such a helpless expression, he clicked on the first video, and a video of a female soldier in armor stopping a robbery began to play.

Clark glanced at the background in the video and said, "This is Washington."

"Well," Bruce said, "Washington, DC, Wonder Woman."

"Wonder Woman, good name." Clark put his hands on the workbench and said, "Your folder is called 'Superheroes', so are there any other superheroes?"

Bruce nodded, he released the hidden folder, and Bruce finally glanced at his boyfriend who raised his hand to cover his forehead, Bruce raised his mouth and said, "I'm still investigating their identities, but it's true There are other heroes, the Flash in Central City, the Green Arrow in Starling City, the Green Lantern in Seaside City, and..." Bruce said: "The Captain America that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been looking for in the Arctic Ocean."

"Captain?" Clark couldn't help but exclaimed.

Bruce nodded, and he said: "According to the information I revealed from the inside of SHIELD, SHIELD judged that Captain America who fell from the plane into the sea at the time was because his physique was four times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he had at least 28.75 % survival rate."

"Rao," Clark said with emotion, and then he realized something, and asked, "Is the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency you're talking about under the UN Security Council?" Bruce nodded, and Clark continued to ask: "How did you bribe a member of such an intelligence agency? How did such a member who does not abide by the principle of confidentiality master such a secret?"

"Well, this is an interesting question," Bruce slowly unwrapped the curtain covering the answer, he said: "Through some of the information I collected, I suspect that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent I bought is working for Hydra. "

Clark tilted his head, his eyes moved from the computer screen to Bruce's face, and there was a gasp in his throat, and then Clark asked cautiously, "Why do you say that?"

Bruce began to explain. He said: "The first thing I noticed about this S.H.I.E.L.D. Before the money is transferred, an encrypted email will be sent out. Although I can’t crack the content of the email without decrypting the password, I followed him once and successfully planted a bug on him.”

"After this person left the SHIELD headquarters and went to a place, the word he saw when he saw people was 'Long live the Hydra'."

"What's more interesting," Clark said as he listened blankly to Bruce, "this shell company's public account has been transferred to more than half of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents."

"Huh?" Clark felt that no other particle could express his mood at this moment.Clark suddenly realized a problem, he asked hesitantly: "You... tell me now, what to do?"

Bruce glanced at Clark's expression, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Wait, what am I yours, B," Clark said angrily and happily, "Is it a tool man, ah, a useful cheating intelligence collector?"

"Because the sound-absorbing/sound-absorbing equipment for Superman is not popular yet, you can make good use of your super hearing to collect information, listen to the keyword 'Long live the Hydra', and I need you to judge Nick. Fury's position. Finally, if your idol does survive, you don't want him to be used by Hydra, do you?" Clark nodded.

"But when it comes to sound-absorbing equipment," Clark frowned, and he said, "I didn't hear the clown's heartbeat until he entered the apartment building, which means that someone has developed an absorbing device for my super hearing. /sound device."

To be precise, Clark only heard the sound of his heartbeat after the clown got out of the car. The sound-absorbing device should be installed on the vehicle driven by the clown gang, but I don't know where they got the sound-absorbing device.

Bruce said without hesitation: "That's right," Bruce said with a slightly serious tone, "As for what you are to me, you are my boyfriend, Clark, my partner, there is no doubt about it."

Explanations of idols, descriptions of the definition of boyfriends and partners—Bruce subtly soothes Clark's annoyed point.

It's just that Clark didn't feel very relieved. He "hummed" and didn't speak.Bruce stretched out his hand, put it on Clark's shoulder, and slid his fingers along Clark's chin toward the earlobe. Clark tilted his head and touched the back of Bruce's hand. Bruce made a muffled nasal sound and smiled wryly. Withdraw your hand.

There is only one last question left - the clown.

Bruce put his hands on the workbench and his chin. After a while, he asked, "He... I mean the clown, how did he say I... Batman?"

Clark took a deep look at his boyfriend, took the mouse, and clicked on the audio recorded when he played Bruce. "...I am indeed a monster, but I am a monster created by Batman himself." Clark clicked the mouse, and the recording paused.

Clark didn't speak, he didn't press Bruce, he just reached out and held Bruce's right hand hanging on his knee.After a while, Bruce let out a self-deprecating laugh, and said, "Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with what the clown said."

Bruce hooked his fingers towards Clark, and the Kryptonian dragged the chair and moved over to Bruce's position. Bruce stretched out his hand, his fingers penetrated into the gap between Clark's hand and the armrest of the chair, and five fingers passed through the gap between Clark's fingertips. His hands overlapped and held together, Bruce felt the warmth of Clark's palm, and his originally agitated mood calmed down.

That's it, Bruce couldn't be more clear in his heart, he has a strong and controlling personality, and Clark has his own principles and ideas for this kind of him, but he doesn't mind tolerating him at all.

Clark stared at Bruce quietly, and Bruce lowered his eyes slightly, and he said, "You know the red hood."

"I know," Clark quickly recalled the meaning of the code name, and he said, "Didn't you investigate clearly, 'Red Hood' is not an identity used by a specific criminal, but a criminal who uses the code name 'Red Hood' to carry out criminal activities." criminal organization."

"Yes, that's right," Bruce said with a sigh, "The last person who used the code name 'Red Hood' to commit a crime was an ordinary person playing a clown in the park, an ordinary person who needed a sum of money. "

"And I gave him such a light push," Bruce said, looking down at the back of Clark's hand, "Batman watched him fall from the railing of the factory connection bridge into the chemical processing tank, By the time he was flushed out of the pipe down the stream, the chemicals had soaked into the red hood and his face had turned pale from the chemicals. A clown who had fun at an amusement park became the crazy and obsessed man he is today. Criminal 'Joker'."

Clark listened to the voice of Bruce narrating the incident. Clark rubbed his thumb against the hard callus on the first joint of Bruce's index finger. At the end, Clark said, "Are you blaming yourself, Bruce?"

"No," Bruce looked up, staring at Clark, and said, "I have a clear conscience, it's just..."

"Just?" Clark repeated.

"It's just that the clown holds a grudge against me because of this. He may feel that all the torture he has experienced, all the pain he is experiencing now," Bruce said: "I caused it, if I didn't chase him, if he didn't panic. Evolution chemical processing tank, otherwise he wouldn't be targeting Batman like this."

Clark smiled abruptly, and he said, "That's why you didn't tell me about it." Bruce was taken aback for a moment, and Clark said, "So I'm your boyfriend, your tool man, but I can't be your trash can of your mind?"

From any point of view, there is nothing wrong with Batman and the clown. Before becoming a clown, the "red hood" was a criminal. After becoming a clown, the clown is an even crazier criminal. The reason why Batman concealed this matter is that he just He didn't want Clark to be bothered with him.

Whether it was the relationship between the two of them as close friends before or as a couple now, Bruce was unwilling to pour out the frustration and negativity of this pure negative energy to Clark. Clark's hands tightened, and Clark raised his empty hand , holding Bruce's hand with his fingers intertwined, he said, "Is it better to say it?"

"Honestly," Bruce said, looking down and resting his forehead on his folded hands, "not really."

"I don't care if you have a plan to solve the problem, B, I mean," Clark said, "Did you feel better after you said it?"

"It's a little bit better," Bruce replied.

"That's good." Clark said: "I understand your thoughts, B, you think that even if you are a friend or a couple, you can't always dump your negative emotions on each other, but I am not only your friend, you mate, I'm still Superman."

"Superman?" Bruce caught Clark's point.

"We have never been two isolated existences separated. You don't want me to intervene in Gotham's affairs because the situation in Gotham is too complicated, and I have the risk of being brainwashed by potions or magic," Clark continued Said: "But, B, in addition to being your friend and your partner, I am also your comrade-in-arms, the person who understands you best in the whole world."

"I don't care what you think, a control freak," Clark said very seriously. "I never hope that one day you will be the camel that gets crushed by the last straw, even if the possibility of this is very small. As you Comrades, I have a state of mind that needs to be understood."

"Okay?" Clark raised an eyebrow.

"Okay." Bruce said, "It's not that you can bear me."

Not to mention anything else, as far as Bruce's talking is halfway, the things hidden in his heart are several times more than the things he said, that is, Clark can understand that he tolerates him.

It's not that Clark is weak, but because Clark understands the origin of Bruce's behavior style-it originated from the uncontrollable criminal incident at the age of eight. Because of Clark's understanding and because of the specialness of Bruce to him, he did not Take to heart the illusion of alienation that this style of acting creates.

"It's not because I can bear you, B," Clark said. "I used to think it was because I cared about you, but now I know that I like you. If I think it's necessary, I'll ask you."

"Yeah." Bruce grinned.

"Although I believe in your ability, I don't want you to keep everything in your heart. Even if you can't solve the problem by speaking out, at least you will feel better."

Master Bruce nodded obediently. The awkward and abrupt obedience even made people feel a little funny-he said that he listened, and Clark patted his boyfriend's hand in a particularly cooperative manner.

"Okay," Clark nodded, and he leaned over to kiss the cheek of his boyfriend who was pretending to be well-behaved - this man looked exactly like Mazanina when she was pretending to be well-behaved.Clark said: "Let's go, go home, Kate and the cub are awake."

"Clark," Bruce said with his eyes sinking, "Tomorrow is the weekend, you send Mazanina to Tony, I suspect that the clown is brewing a bigger conspiracy."

Clark didn't question it, he said, "Okay."