The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

"Okay..." Clark showed a little tiredness, "You are always right."

"I'm not always right," Bruce said softly. "I've made many mistakes...some people..."

He did not go on.

"So I'm extremely reluctant to make mistakes."

Clark knew that he was speaking to himself, and he knew that behind this short sentence, there must be more than one bloody story hidden.

He was very glad that Bruce was willing to talk about this with him—after all, Bruce had always been reluctant to talk about the past—but there were some things that could only be truly let go if they were talked about.

But he didn't want Bruce to talk about it, because he knew that every talk would be tantamount to tearing open the unhealed wound in his heart.

He suddenly made a decision, flew closer and leaned against Bruce from behind.

"It's over." The Son of God comforted him with a soft tone, "It won't happen in the future."

"In the future..." He paused, his expression became more serious, "You look at me, and I look at you, let's...together, shall we?"

When it came to the end, I unconsciously brought a little uncertain question, which greatly reduced the shock of the supposedly strong and domineering declaration.

Bruce turned his head sharply, meeting Clark's blue sky-like eyes.

What is revealed there is clear but stubborn, gentle but firm.

Bruce can no longer pretend not to see clearly.

"One day, I will return to my own world." He said.

After getting along for such a long time, even though none of them had ever made it clear, they couldn't hide their inner feelings.

If he really didn't feel anything, with the money he earned, he could have moved out of Clark's crowded and ordinary small apartment. It is counted as a proportional share to Clark. Anyway, he has no relatives and no reason in this world. If he can leave or die one day, he will not be able to take these things with him.

But he didn't.

After more than 20 years of ups and downs in the melting pot called Gotham, Bruce dare not say that he has seen all the vicissitudes of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but it can be regarded as a thousand sails. Perhaps when Clark himself did not notice his own intentions, Bruce had already Noticed a subtle change in his eyes.

But he couldn't respond.

...He will go back after all.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait for this day, and he didn't know what choice he would make when he went back, but he always had to go back before deciding on other things.

And before that, he couldn't make any promises, that would be too unfair to Clark.

Clark laughed, with some sadness on his face.

He didn't directly say what would happen that day, but changed the topic to another place.

"My body hasn't changed since my 20th birthday," he said.

"I didn't pay attention to this kind of thing at first, after all, I'm young, and I can't see anything after a few years." Clark scratched his hair with a smile, looking nonchalant, "Until I found the fort, Only then did I understand what being an alien meant to me...Well, experiments have found that under the yellow sun, Kryptonians are almost immortal."

He didn't want to recall the days after that, the despair, the depression, the emptiness...

One day, everything Clark knows and cherishes will be different under the influence of time, until one day, even the super brain can no longer retain the warm pictures of the past, and then...he will really nothing left.

Bruce froze for a moment.

"So don't worry about this issue..." Clark raised his head with a smile and hid his reddish eyes, "No matter what it is... Martha, you... I..."

Doomed to lose, it is nothing more than a matter of time.

"So I just need to do it now." He said, "Please give me an answer..."

"please!"

Suddenly, warm palms pressed against his face, covering his eyes.

Clark was taken aback.

Then he felt a force pulling him backwards, and he obediently followed that force and lay back.

A deep voice sounded from his ear, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

Such an ugly smile is not suitable for this silly and sweet Kryptonian at all.

The god of the world with a body of steel, the most solid defense line and barrier on the earth, he soars in the sky, does his best to help everyone in need, and saves one innocent life after another from a sad fate.

But facing his own fate, he couldn't even cry openly in front of others.

Bruce sat on the bed, quietly feeling the touch of Clark's crow-feather eyelashes gently brushing against the palm of his hand, feeling the slight moisture from the palm.

"You're tired, go to sleep." Bruce covered his eyes and whispered in his ear.

Just like what Alfred did to his young self many years ago, holding his hand, caressing his face, staying by his pillow all night, dispelling the lingering nightmare for him and miserable.

He even subconsciously used a little hypnosis technique. Although he didn't know whether the earth's hypnosis had any effect on aliens, Clark still fell asleep after all.

And he...

No sleep for one night.