A meow and a dog

"...We woke up to find that Batman was no longer trembling. At first Hal thought it was you who calmed Batman inside, but in fact, the connection between Batman's consciousness and body Cut off, I'm afraid you won't be able to come out with Batman again."

Superman's previous happy mood was swept away. He stared at the scene in front of him dimly, and turned his body slightly, not wanting Bruce, who was standing in front of the French window on the second floor, to notice something strange: "Have you found the murderer? If I can't go Find the sleeping Batman—what's the good news?"

"I think, I found a way to make Batman conscious, but all his memories in the inner world will disappear." The Martian Manhunter said in his calm tone.

Superman froze for a moment, but he immediately covered up the strangeness at this moment: "Well, that's really great...then how should I get out?"

The Martian Manhunter was silent for a while: "You have to wake up his memory again, let him subconsciously reject you, and then be kicked out of Batman's inner world-I'm sorry."

It was a long time before the Martian Manhunter heard a faint sigh from Superman: "...it's okay...I'll do it."

Carl stood on the solid ground, feeling the warmth of the sun, but felt that a certain angle in his heart was getting colder.

Superman turned and walked into Wayne Mansion.

When Clark set foot on the floor of Bruce's bedroom again, the first thing he saw was Bruce's back in a suit, which was a bit cold and firm, like the corners of his lips tightened in those alliance meetings, expressing his decision. No compromise.

But this feeling only lasted for a second, so fast that Clark thought there was something wrong with his eyes, because Bruce turned around with a slightly mischievous smile on his face: "I thought it would take a few more minutes for you Come back—you remember the time."

Clark stood there a little hesitant, but he still moved his legs and walked up to Bruce: "Well, Bruce?"

"what?"

"Have you ever tasted the feeling of being betrayed?"

Bruce looked up at Clark unhappily: "Why are you asking this?"

Because I'm doing this.

"Just asking... Also, do you remember when you were a kid? It happened around seven or eight—at the movie theater(*1)—do you remember?"

Bruce waved his hand, expressing his impatience with this topic: "I don't know why you are so interested in me, it's just a robbery, what's so good about it? But if you want, we can do something more interesting. "

Clark looked at Bruce's side face, and replied as if he hadn't realized it yet: "Oh——what did you say?"

"Have you ever folded stars? The ones made of long, thin paper?" Bruce asked excitedly, holding Clark's arm with his hand, "Tell me, will you?"

"I did, but—"

"Then it's okay—it's nothing to do anyway, and they're folded together—No."

Clark looked at a box of colorful star paper and several folded finished products that Bruce took out from a drawer with a strange expression, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Uh, Bruce?"

Bruce looked back at Clark, raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Aren't you with me, Clark?"

Clark stared at him, trying to see the Joker or Luthor out of Bruce's shell, but failed. "How did you do this. Bruce? These..."

"Ah, a kid taught me that, if you want to ask," Bruce said, tying a star paper knot.

Clark sat next to Bruce hesitantly, his eyes following his swinging fingers: "A child?"

"When I went to inspect Wayne's - you know, it's my father's business, but I've got to...do something polite - but Aff's not big on that -" Bruce shrugged Shrugging, "Ah, he doesn't like my approach much, you know."

"Then, you met that child?"

"No, of course not. You see, I never liked playing by other people's rules, so I just sneaked out of Wayne & Co. - crazy isn't it? Bruce Wayne doesn't like his mother at all hard work (*3)." Bruce tilted his head, and pretended to be relaxed: "But I also met that kid because of this, I don't know his name, and I can't remember in which alley I met him That’s right, but he said that his parents are both acrobats, and they were performing today, so he sneaked out—unexpectedly, he met me.”

Clark touched his nose and secretly smiled in his heart: "I think you must like him very much?"

Bruce laughed "haha". "If you think so, it's more or less the truth," he said.

"and then?"

"He took me to buy this kind of, um, fancy stuff—although it's not very strong, it's a good way to pass the time. Assuming you have patience, you can stack tens of thousands of these."

Clark opened his mouth, and for some unknown reason, he gave a short laugh: "That's why you called me here?"

Bruce hummed, and purposely called out, "If Mr. Kent doesn't like it, then I'll take it back."

"I'll just fold it for you." Clark took the box from Bruce, "But don't blame me for not folding it well, I told you in advance."

Bruce blinked, then sat on the edge of the bed, chin resting on Clark's clumsy movements—until Clark suddenly passed out on the ground, along with the stars.

Bruce squatted beside Clark silently, and breathed out: "Stupid."

He dropped a small piece of kryptonite (*4) on the ground.

The author has something to say:

(*1) It is set according to the comics here, because I don’t know how many chances they will survive in the theater (hey!).......It’s so remote there......but you can also use it as It's a theater, because the scumbag author doesn't know what he set up now...QAQ

(*2) Superman undoubtedly confuses Batman and Bruce again, but how can Su Batman know how to origami! ← Hey, what a joke!

(*3) In the setting of the movie, Wayne Co. is managed by Martha Wayne.

(*4) Don’t ask me about this, I don’t know why Bruce has so much kryptonite and why there will be a kryptonite that has not been officially set up to make Superman unconscious in the first place. do not know either!

Ah, it is expected that there will be a small theater → why did I say it in a hurry...

Ok, let's take a bad joke:

Today, the Chinese teacher asked a classmate to come to the stage to read a composition titled "Feelings from Reading "XX", and then the classmate began to read in cadence:

On a clear night, I was reading a book, which made me feel so emotional...  

Classmate A: Doesn’t seem right?

Classmate B: Can you describe the night as sunny?

Everyone: ......

Well, the star paper and stars in the article: