The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

In the early morning, sunlight filtered in through the open windows, warming the dark and narrow cabin.

Bruce vaguely felt someone move on the bed, and climbed out of bed cautiously over his body.

Then the curtains were pulled back, and bright sunlight was shining on Bruce's face.

The brain that was dazed by drowsiness failed to react in time, Bruce reached out and pulled the pillow to cover his head, and said in the sweet and coquettish tone of Baby Bruce, "No, Alfred, let me do it again Let's sleep for a while~"

The curtains that had just been opened were closed again, Bruce changed the direction, and fell into a deep sleep again.

By the time Bruce woke up completely, it was almost noon.

There was a smell of baking bacon in the room, Bruce felt a little hungry after a while, put on the clothes beside him and went out.

Clark was frying bacon rolls in the living room. Seeing Bruce come out, he took the time to point to the mirror on the other side.

"I bought new toiletries."

After Bruce finished washing, the hot bacon omelette was freshly baked.

"I thought you were supposed to be at work by now."

"I asked for a day off." Clark smiled. "I worked too hard for a while, and I saved up a little vacation time. After dinner, I can take you to the metropolis."

"Will it delay your bonus?"

"No." Clark scratched his head embarrassingly. "Actually, my colleagues persuaded me to take a vacation many times, and Perry happily approved my vacation."

He shrugged, made an exaggerated expression, and joked, "Maybe I'm afraid I'll die from overwork."

Bruce sensitively noticed that Clark's mood seemed to be much happier than yesterday, and he could vaguely guess why this mood came from. There are many stories about heroes, but they are often not complete. Regret, the greater the ability, sometimes the greater the regret.

But he didn't want to get too involved in other people's lives. Bruce wanted to tell him that he didn't plan to stay away from his house for a long time, and he didn't need to waste money and prepare a lot of things, but Clark's cheerful appearance made him unable to hold back his words every time he opened his mouth. Swallowed it back.

He had to admit that he was somewhat soft-hearted towards the first person who showed kindness to him when he arrived in this world.

It shouldn't matter to make him happy for a while, the big deal is that when he moves out, he will be compensated twice for the money he spent on himself.

After a day of shopping, Clark's wallet shrank significantly again. After dinner, he even looked a little pitiful as he crouched on the sofa and counted his money.

Bruce turned on the TV and asked as he turned the channel, "I thought journalists were paid pretty well?"

Clark was still worrying, and said absently, "Most of the salary has been donated. After all, the reconstruction work of the metropolis needs funds. Although it is a drop in the bucket, I think I should do something, and some of it will be sent to Ma. Sha."

At this time, a special report came from the TV. The female reporter’s passionate voice was accompanied by the scene of Superman falling slowly, “This afternoon, the Son of Tomorrow appeared in an alley in the suburbs and rescued a girl who was kidnapped. For the fourth such incident this month, let us thank our heroes."

Bruce changed the channel expressionlessly.

It turned out that the excuse of going to the bathroom in the afternoon was to do this, but judging from the time, this person's speed was faster than he expected.

It was another report of the same event, but this time the announcer's attitude towards Superman was obviously not as respected as the one just now. He satirized Superman for stealing the police's job in a somewhat mocking tone, mocking the Metropolitan Police's Slow and incompetent, and finally blamed Superman for using too much force and damaging a building at the scene of the crime.

"Most gangsters and criminals did not bring as much loss and destruction to the city as he did." The host commented harshly, "That alien should go back to kindergarten and learn how to control himself."

alien?

Bruce noticed the word for the first time, and glanced at Clark quietly from the corner of his eye.

He was a little depressed, and the lowered eyelids covered the expression in his eyes, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

Is he a... alien?

Bruce thought he would be vigilant for a moment. An alien with flying ability, infinite strength, amazing speed, and capable of killing nuclear bombs appeared on the earth. No matter what he did, good or bad, it was enough to make Bruce vigilant. .

After all, human beings are too fragile to bear the risks brought by such "accidents".

But at the same time when he became vigilant, the images of this short day of getting along with each other unconsciously began to replay in his mind. The wrong button of the shirt, the half-dropped glasses, and Clark's silly but sincere smile took turns. flashed in his head.

Batman's face was expressionless, but the baby Bruce in his heart wailed and covered his head.

It's over, the image of the good old man and the silly Baitian is too deep, what should I do if people can't be vigilant at all! !

Is this also a conspiracy by aliens! ! !

"Have you heard of Krypton?" Clark said suddenly.

"There is no Krypton in my world," Bruce replied.

"That's right." Clark sounded a little disappointed, but he still explained, "It's a destroyed planet, far, far away. Superman is the last child of Krypton. He was killed by him when he was very young. parents sent here."

"So, he really is an alien."

"……Yes."

"Oh." Bruce responded flatly.

"The yellow sun gave him great power. He has super strength, super speed, a super brain and a body of steel, as well as the ability to emit heat vision and cold breath." Clark continued, "He hopes to use this power to help more people. Lots of people, but he seems to have screwed up."

"It's not a mess up." Bruce said, "Life is priceless. Just because the victim didn't die, we can't use simple property loss to judge whether the hero's behavior is worth it."

He pointed to the screen on the TV, "The robber's expression was very strange, and his emotions were out of control. I don't think he kidnapped the girl for ransom or negotiating conditions. If Superman didn't rush in immediately, the girl would be very angry." Might be about to be poisoned."

"Your friend did the right thing."

Clark's face looked a little better, and he didn't look as depressed as before.

"But he could have done better," he said. "Maybe he wouldn't be so feared by so many people."

"Maybe you won't like to hear it." Bruce was silent for a moment, but continued, "But fear is necessary."