[Comprehensive British and American] Flying around the sun

"Ah...it hurts so much." Audrey squinted her eyes, complaining half-heartedly.

Holding a small jar of ointment in one hand and a cotton swab in the other, Clark shrank his hands nervously when he heard this, and blew on Audrey's wound lightly and gently.The cool air blows over the red, hot and painful scar, soothing its effects.

Audrey laughed, and blew a breeze with snowflakes at Clark.Clark playfully blows one of the hexagonal snowflakes into the air with his freezing breath, and Audrey immediately catches it up. The two of them sit face to face and play snowmaking games for half a day, until the sheets are wet from the melted snow. only stopped.

"Sometimes being with you makes me feel like I haven't grown up yet." Tired of laughing, Audrey leaned half on Clark's arms, turning the sheets with one hand to dry the sheets while the other hand fiddled with her. Clark's forehead, said lazily.Clark patiently lowered his head and continued to apply ointment to her, and replied with a light smile, "Then I will be very happy, my good girl."

He said the last three words softly and lowly, and drilled into Audrey's ears with his warm breath.Audrey's ears twitched, and they faintly turned red.Clark put down the ointment, and carefully looked at Audrey's wound with concern.

"It really hurts, Lily." He said sadly, "I should apologize to you."

"It doesn't actually hurt, most of the impact is cushioned by the gas armor—and you didn't hit it." Audrey tilted her head to look at him, showing a smile, "And this is the only way I have to go .”

"If it wasn't for me, B's training for you should be more gradual." Clark tightened his arms holding her, "I don't want to quarrel with you again."

"Then, will you stay with me tonight?" Audrey said with a chuckle, as a hot wind climbed up Clark's spine not too obviously.Clark's body tensed, and there was a distressed smile in his voice: "It's too rude. How will I explain to Bruce and Alfred tomorrow?"

Audrey turned around and held his face, smiling like a little golden fox: "...I'll think about it tomorrow."

Clark responded with a passionate kiss.

……

"Want to listen to poetry?" Clark gently combed Audrey's long hair with his hands, and whispered.

"Hmm." Audrey's voice was vaguely sleepy, but after a while she added her request, "Sonnet."

"Okay, honey." Clark said with a chuckle, "Give me three seconds."

Three seconds later, Audrey returned to his arms, and Clark already had a book of poems with a simple cover in his hand.Clark turned a page at random, and read softly in his magnetic and pleasant voice:

"...When the summer green shoots are bundled into bundles / with gray beards are loaded on the hearse / then I will think of your beauty / I will think of you will step into the wilderness of time / because you are bright and fresh There is always a time to fall / When you see a new bud blooming, you will wither..." *

His voice slowly lowered, and finally paused slightly.

"...and no one can resist the sickle of time, only Shengxi can fight against it behind you.*" Audrey with her eyes closed whispered the last sentence.She showed a faint smile and moved slightly in Clark's arms.

"Life dies, but love doesn't die, Clark," she said softly. "I love this poem."

Clark reached out and closed the book of poetry, leaning down to kiss her.At this moment, a piece of paper fluttered out of the poetry collection and landed on Audrey's chest.

"Huh?" Audrey finally opened her eyes, and she picked up the piece of paper for a closer look.

It looked like a torn piece of paper from an exercise book, neatly edged, and written in a ballpoint pen: "Literature is like a rope from the sky, which can make me less panic in my dreamlike life."

On the back are some calculations and sketches.The owner of the draft paper is obviously a hard-working child. The content on the draft paper ranges from geometry, electromagnetism to the outline of an essay. Audrey smiled lightly when she saw it.

"Which one of the Wayne children left in the book?" She held up the draft paper and looked at it under the lamp. "Is there a mark from the previous page here? j....a...s...o... ...Jason?"

Clark had been looking at the paper with her with a smile, but his smile suddenly disappeared like melting ice and snow.He reached out to take the piece of paper, looked at the slightly green handwriting on it silently, and then let out a slightly inaudible sigh.

"It's Jason..." he whispered, reopening the poetry book and clipping the paper back.His eyes flicked from the poem on that page, and he looked away as if stung.

"Who is Jason?" Audrey noticed his sudden depression, turned her head and asked softly.Clark put the poetry collection on the bedside table, turned around and stroked her hair: "Have you noticed the Robin uniform in the Batcave?"

Needless to say, Audrey's eyes were already filled with sorrow.She whispered, "Are we right about sin?"

"I think about it sometimes, but sometimes... maybe the answer is no answer," Clark replied.They embraced and fell asleep with the same heavy heart.

……

Ye Yi felt that there was someone in the training room, but he had no evidence.

"Girl? Superman? I heard you were here this morning?" Dick called. "Timmy? Little D? Bruce? Alfred? Is that you?"

No one responded, but the sense of someone in the room lingered.Suppressing the weird feeling in his heart, Dick scratched the back of his head and started his own training.Recently, Bludhaven had solved a major smuggling case, and the detective Richard Grayson, that is, Dick himself, was given three days of paid leave, which is why he was in the training room of Wayne Manor at this moment.

Nightwing warmed up on his gymnastics ring, the "someone in the room" feeling still undiminished.He muttered to himself, simply put it behind him, and did his best leaps and twists on the gymnastics ring——

"whatthefxxk!" Dick uncontrollably uttered as he turned the third lap because he saw something.He almost fell out of mid-air, but thanks to his superb technique and muscle memory, he landed flawlessly.Dick took half a step back, reached out and fumbled for his short stick, and divided them into two hands, staring at the thing that just appeared in the air.

It was a line of letters that appeared out of thin air, with a dazzling blue-purple light: [Hello Yeyi]

Dick threw a stick at it without hesitation.His short stick mate whirled through the line, blowing it a little crookedly, but it was right again.It looks like a ghost floating in the air.

"What are you?" Dick caught the bouncing short stick and asked vigilantly.

The letters twisted and changed rapidly: [I am in the swimming pool]

"...?" Dick turned his head to look at the locked swimming pool in confusion, then turned his head again.

【Help! ] The letter became bigger, and an exclamation point jumped out, floating up and down in the air.

Dick grabbed his short stick and opened the pool door.He cautiously walked to the edge of the swimming pool and looked down:

The angry girl is breathing bubbles weakly at the bottom of the water, and two tires that seem to be filled with sand are tied around her waist with iron chains, so that she can only sink and float helplessly at the bottom of the water.Seeing Ye Yi's face upside down on the water, she opened her eyes wide and waved to him eagerly.

"Do you want me to pull you up, Audrey?" Dick said with a sigh of relief, dumbfounding.

The letters followed.

【No, this is a special training】The letters are shaking, 【I can't come out before the time specified by B】

"God, that looks like hard work," Dick said sympathetically. "What can I do for you?"

【Chat with me, it's too boring here】

"Okay, okay." Dick sat cross-legged by the pool and poked the letters in the air curiously, "What is this?"

[Argon gas that exhibits electroluminescent properties] Audrey said in letters, [common gas in neon lights]

"Oh!" Dick exclaimed. "You're amazing. So what are you training for now?"

[Look at the air exchange pump] Audrey raised her hand, pointing feebly at a device that is constantly bubbling in the corner of the swimming pool, [Batman hopes that I can control the gas that has already dissolved in the water]

"So can you?" Dick asked curiously.

[I had to call for help after being in the water for 5 minutes this morning] Audrey gestured, [After being soaked by Batman for a day, I now have to stay in the water for an hour at a time]

Dick couldn't help laughing (sympathetically, not gleefully) and gave her the thumbs up. "A girl who can adapt to Batman's devil special training is indeed the girl that Superman likes!" He said, "Isn't Superman here? I remember he appeared in the morning."

【He has to go to work】Audrey couldn't help grinning in the water, 【Hope he won't be late】

"Haha." Dick, who was on paid vacation, smiled this time without gloating. He tapped his short stick on the ground and said happily, "Then what are we going to talk about? Music? Movies? Food? Or Batman gossip?—he won't be listening?"

[It's hard to tell] Audrey pointed at the monitor and smiled, the row of letters changed again, but she seemed to hesitate a lot.

The new sentence made Dick's smile disappear.

Audrey looked at him quietly, her blond hair was floating in the water as if alive, but she was not breathing, and her drifting posture made her look a bit like an inanimate doll.

[Can you talk to me about Jason? 】The new sentence said.

【I want to know about him】

Dick looked at the line, ran through his hair, and sighed low.He stuck the short stick behind his back, leaned over to look at Audrey in the water and said, "Well, if you want to know, I'll tell you...but wait until you get out of the water, okay?"

The blue-purple letters flickered for a moment, becoming a gleaming neon hand that patted his shoulder and blew his hair flying.Then, Chishou shook his hand comfortingly, the cold feeling seemed like a ghost flew past him.

*Note 1: From Shakespeare's "Sonnets"

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The author has something to say:

Not written into the text, but I still want to release it, the page of poems sandwiched between Jason's draft paper:

Precious friends are clouded by the everlasting night of death / My long-lost eyes fill with tears / Griefs that have passed make me weep again / Mourn the many scenes that have faded / I grieve for the past with sorrow / Too many to count Those painful misfortunes/…

DC makes me sometimes feel that there is a lot of sense of fate (mumbling)

The difference in lifespan between Clark and Audrey is also a point that I like very much :D (But the final ending will not use it to abuse (guilty heart