The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

"Do you have a problem with Shazam?"

As soon as the meeting was over, Clark ran into Bruce's break room.

The latter was arranging a bunch of things he had just moved, and he was not surprised to see him come in, guiding him to assemble a bunch of parts he had just picked.

"I have no personal likes or dislikes about any hero," Bruce said.

"And me?" Clark winked at him.

Bruce choked on him, and rolled his eyes unceremoniously under the cover of the mask.

"You are an exception."

So Clark happily started working.

"However, you've included even someone as daring as Hal. I think Shazam is steady and obedient, but you don't seem to want him to be included?"

The joint vote at the alliance meeting is also deceiving the children. So far, none of the partners who have joined the alliance have been fooled back after being spotted by Bruce. There has never been any alliance meeting.

"I've been paying attention to the heroes of this world." Bruce said, turning on the bat computer beside him, and the picture was frozen on the young man in white robe soaring into the sky, and the face with a sunny smile belonged to Shazam.

"Three months ago, a superhero appeared in Fawcett City. According to the information revealed by himself in the battle, he has the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the endurance of Atlas, the divine power of Zeus, The courage of Achilles and the speed of Mercury."

"Then he and Diana must have gotten along very well."

"..." Bruce didn't know whether to comment on him being offline or something else, and skipped the topic after a pause.

The computer kept refreshing new images, including battle scenes and street scenes, and finally stopped at the photos of several children in front of the school.

"What is this?" Clark leaned over.

On the screen, a couple with several children are standing in front of a red house and smiling happily.

"Billy Batson, 15, currently adopted by the Vasquez couple, attends Fawcett School, best friend is his foster brother Freddie Freeman."

"I have a bad feeling..."

"Your hunch is right, he is Shazam's true identity." Bruce closed his notebook, "He is a powerful hero, but I don't know if such a responsibility should be placed on a child."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, looking at him with soft eyes, "Bruce, you have changed a lot."

"Ok?"

"If it's you in the past, you can either simply admit him without telling everyone, or just make a decision to exclude him." Clark walked over with the assembled instrument and put it on the chair next to Bruce.

"Regardless of that choice, you won't tell anyone, even if everyone doesn't understand you, it doesn't matter."

Bruce took off his helmet, and there was a little smile in his lead blue eyes, "Sounds like a boring guy."

"It's already annoying." Clark narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his face was covered with a kind of expression that can be called "screaming" that is not common in Superman Kal-El or the small town boy Clark Kent. , "But who made me unlucky enough to pick it up and take it home, I can only raise it by myself, I can't let it out to harm others, right?"

He saw Bruce looking up at him, his eyes reflecting the starlight outside the window, his deep gaze was like a whirlpool, almost sucking his soul into it.

Clark swallowed, he didn't know where the courage came from, he suddenly moved his head, and covered the thin lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time with his own mouth.

The slightly cool touch made his dizzy brain sober up a bit, and he just wanted to withdraw a little, but he found that Bruce's arm had been wrapped around the back of his head at some point.

They were rarely so close, so close that only his reflection was left in those deep lead blue eyes.

After the kiss was over, Clark shrank back to the chair blushing again, but his eyes were still peaceful and gentle.

He suddenly sighed, "That's great."

Bruce doesn't know if he's talking about how good the world is at peace or how good he is, or maybe both.

He thought for a while and put down what was in his hand.

"Today is a day off, let's go back to the manor."

"That's right, Mr. Alf is still waiting for you, so you should show up to reassure him."

The two packed their clothes and used the teleporter to teleport directly to the grove next to the manor.

As soon as they walked to the door, the two heard the cheerful laughter of many people inside. At this moment, they remembered that Barry and Hal seemed to live here, and they completely forgot to tell Alfred. Virtue.

Bruce pushed the door open, Jason was facing the door, he didn't see them for the first time, he was still happily kicking.

"I just kicked like this, and the big monster was kicked out, and then I grabbed the kid and ran out, and threw a bat bomb in the past, and with a 'bang', the guy fell down."

A thin and small boy huddled on the sofa blankly, his eyes were confused, but he still stood up after hearing the words, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you..."

Barry and Hal were sitting at the edge of the dining table, eating cookies and looking at the scene. When they saw them coming in, they froze. The cookie that Barry had just ate half fell back onto the plate.

Jason waved at him carelessly, "I said you're welcome, you should."

"Can you repeat that from beginning to end, hero?" Bruce said gloomily.

Jason's body froze, like a child caught by his parents to skip class and fight in groups, he turned his head stiffly and stopped talking.

"I remember I said, turn on the protection system, and don't go out no matter what happens." Bruce tried his best to suppress his anger, not wanting to appear too difficult in front of his newly lost relatives.

But he still felt a throbbing pain in his temple, he couldn't imagine what would happen if something went wrong, if he could only see the mutilated corpses of Alfred and a few children after he came back, or simply turned into a monster, What kind of mood does he have to accept it.

Alfred came out of the kitchen and stood aside silently. Bruce stared at him stubbornly, as if he must get an answer from him.

He suddenly sighed helplessly, and said softly in a low and sentimental tone, "I don't know why, but the children I raise will always walk on a heroic path."

Bruce froze for a moment.

The gray-haired Alfred walked towards him, gently combing the hair on his sideburns with his fingers, "I really don't want them to go..."

He didn't go on, but everyone could guess what he didn't finish.

I don't want you to either.

"Alph..."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." The strange boy stood up and bowed to Bruce, "They came out to save me, please don't blame them."

Bruce didn't speak.

He was worried about his family, but he couldn't have said something that he should stand by just because he was worried about his family - because it would be tantamount to saying to this boy that you should die.

How could he stand idly by if he changed his position?

Clark felt the change in his attitude, smiled and touched the boy's head, "What's your name? Where are the parents? Let's take you back, don't make them wait."

"Timothy Jackson Drake." The boy said, his eyes dimmed and his voice dropped, "No one will wait for me anymore. They died this morning."

The little boy's eyes were red, but he still tried his best not to let the tears fall.

He still hasn't been able to shake off the nightmare this morning. The falling beam hit his father. He saw with his own eyes the large swaths of blood smudged, and his gentle father died under the cracked concrete slab. Live.

Then a monster flew from the sky, and with a blaze of flames, his house burned, and his mother threw him out of the window with the last of her strength.

"Boom"

He trembled subconsciously and tightened his body, his senses seemed to return to the moment when the house collapsed.

Clark also trembled, the smile on his face gradually faded, and sourness and more emotions similar to guilt slowly stirred up from his heart.

A hand patted his shoulder, and he turned to see Bruce looking at him, mouthing.

"It's not your fault, you've done a good job."

He smiled wryly, and picked up the child. If outsiders saw him at this time, they would definitely identify him without hesitation.

Because at this time, he was so much like the gentle god in the world who protected everything.

Gradually, the boy felt better, and hastily broke free from the stranger's arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it for a while." He looked up, "Just call me Tim, Drake won't admit defeat, I can take care of myself."

"You are not over 15 years old, no one will hire you." Bruce pointed out the problem.

"There's always a way," Tim insisted.

Bruce stared at him, and he stared back at Bruce unceremoniously.

His eyes softened a little, "Let's stay here first."

"I can not……"

"Listen to me." Bruce interrupted him, "My... son saved you, he invited you to my house, if you leave as soon as I come back, he will think I drove you away You, you don't want my children to hate me, do you?"

Tim was stuck, always feeling like something was wrong, but couldn't tell logically.

He turned to Jason, who looked at him expectantly.

In the previous discussion, he knew that they were also a reorganized family, and they had not lived together for a long time, and they were in the running-in period. He really didn't want to cause trouble to the person who saved him because of him.

"Then let's eat first."

Alfred is always the person who knows Bruce best, so he immediately changed the topic, and brought out a bunch of big meals from the kitchen in a short while.

Barry's eyes straightened, and from this moment on, Mr. Butler's attribute of being a good person in his eyes directly rose to the fourth place.

He chewed the beef and cheese vaguely, and felt that he would be able to go out and run thirty laps around the earth soon after he was happy!

Tim sat next to Jason, sipping the food closest to him, a little uncomfortably.

In fact, thanks to his presence, Dick and Jason, who were eating at the same table with their nominal adoptive father for the first time, seemed to have relaxed a lot, and their attitude towards Bruce was also relaxed.

After eating and drinking enough, Alfred cleaned a room for the three children to live with.

It wasn't that there were no rooms in Wayne Manor, but that after cleaning enough rooms, he didn't clean the rest of the messy rooms at all.

Barry volunteered, and with his speed, it was easy to clean enough houses in a short period of time, but was rejected by Alfred.

"It's not in Wayne's style to let guests do it themselves."

He kept his eyes on Bruce when he said this, and Bruce felt as if he had been taught a lesson again.