[Comprehensive] The daily life of raising children with the mortal enemy

"Papa's mad," Connor said gloomily, "Daddy should go after him."

"It's not mine..." Clark wanted to say it wasn't my fault, but then it occurred to him that indeed, what did he know about Lex's father?Know what Lex is other than dangerous ambitions?There is an untouchable point in everyone's heart, and maybe I just touched that burning point in Lex's heart.

"I don't mean to apologize, but Daddy should catch up, comfort Papa, and make Papa feel better again." Connor said like a sensible big child, "I don't want my fathers to quarrel over my little things, and I will feel very guilty .It's all my wayward fault."

Clark Mer paused for a moment, and walked in the direction of the wind towards Lex. He didn't walk too fast, and he didn't know how to "comfort" Lex.

They also never had a real conversation about the world or anything other than Connor.

Lex walked to the corridor leading to the basement. He needed to return himself to the darkness and calm down alone, and calm down. There was something in the basement that made him feel comfortable physically and mentally.He needs to sink himself into the safe embrace of the basement, take a nap or sleep for a while, and when he wakes up, he will adjust his heart rate and face his "family" again as if nothing happened.

but not now.At this moment he felt irregular heartbeat and shortness of breath, maybe it was Clark, maybe it was allergies.

Lex heard the footsteps following behind him, he stopped, turned around and looked at the owner of the footsteps, of course he could hear that it was Clark's steady and firm footsteps.

Lex turned around, and the afterglow shone through the window pane into the dark corridor, just projecting on Clark's body, dragging Clark's figure into blackness.

Clark thought about the bits and pieces of Lex that he had glimpsed by chance during the past few days with him, his loss of color in the reception, his back pain in the bath.Is there any connection between this and his low air pressure this time?If so, which key word do these three have in common?

"You put on this posture, a posture that seems to be a high-ranking god who wants to save the world!" Lex looked at the black shadow behind Clark, which grew exaggeratedly like a ghost in a dream, and he became even more depressed.

Clark didn't know what kind of gesture Lex was referring to, he just came over, wanting to resolve this "family conflict", at the dinner table, as always, without making people feel uncomfortable, especially Connor.

"Lex," Clark said, but Lex cut him off.

"Where were you when I was young and needed God to save me?" Lex scolded in confusion.

Clark looked at Lex silently, what does that mean?

Lex turned and left, heading for the basement, and Clark knew he shouldn't follow.

Lex walked into the basement, and the numerous secret doors closed behind him.

A piece of faint green light is particularly eye-catching in the unlit basement. Lex walked towards the security-segregated glass cabinet, stretched out his hand to brush over the transparent glass, and stared sideways at the green stone in the cabinet. .

Lex didn't know how long he stared at it, and then he lay down on the recliner in the basement, amid mild allergic symptoms, under the comfort of the faint green light, he closed his eyes.

Memories with my father came like a tide in my light sleep.

Lex recalled—or dreamed, indistinguishable in light sleep, but palpable, a vacation in the wind and damp by the coast, a treasure hunt in an old castle, a stern admonition.

Lex felt the sweetness in his mouth, like honey mixed with 99% dark chocolate.

In the middle of the night, Clark saved the world again and flew home wearing a Superman uniform.

Just when he was about to touch the ground, he suddenly felt a burst of physical exhaustion, and directly fell to the ground on one knee.

In the courtyard of Rex Castle.

Clark hadn't seen Lex at dinner, and now Lex was right in front of him.

He held a sharp kryptonite in his hand.

A bad premonition -- no premonition -- was enough for Clark to know what was going to happen next.

Clark looked up at Lex.

"Nice night sky," Lex looked up at the weather tonight, "Did anyone save again?"

There was silence in the courtyard, no dogs barking.Lex looked in a much better mood.

"Connor thought you didn't show up at the dinner table because of allergies, and was already in a hurry to send Krypton to the town." Clark frowned and said.

"I know, have you brought my greetings?" Lex said wickedly.

"Are your allergies cured?" Clark asked, caring, just asking.

"Of course." Lex rolled up the sleeve of his other hand to show Clark the pinhole where the reliever had been injected.

A daily conversation between kryptonite, a conversation between adults.

"So what do you want to do?" Clark looked up at Lex and said, "Kill me?"

This is a bit strange. It was a reasonable sentence, but when I asked it, I realized that it was a bit strange unexpectedly. In the real daily life of the past few days, it seemed not so real.

But Clark didn't know that Lex still had kryptonite. Before that, he didn't feel any phenomenon of kryptonite here. He didn't know where Lex put these deadly weapons against him.But what he should have expected, Lex couldn't have been unprepared for himself.

"No, of course I know that this alone can't kill you." Lex said with a look like I'm not an idiot, he has already learned from experience.

Lex took a step closer to Clark, pressed the tip of kryptonite against Clark's chin, reached out and stroked Clark's face, and said with a low smile, "I just enjoy you like this."

"..." Clark looked at Lex speechlessly. He often felt this feeling of powerlessness and inability to communicate with Lex, as if they were not from the same world - although to some extent, this was true.

The kryptonite hit Clark's chin, making Clark so overwhelmed that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. Just kneeling on one knee without falling down had exhausted his support.

"You said things you shouldn't have said - especially you shouldn't have said them, you made me feel bad, recalled bad memories that should have been forgotten long ago at the end of time, so you're going to get your punishment, Bad boy." Lex's curls hung around Clark's head, and they were so close, his hand resting on Clark's face, out of reach.

Lex thought of how he had to kneel at his father's feet when he was a child, and how he was insulted and slandered by his father, and how Clark knelt in front of him for the first time on the top floor of Lex Tower.

Surrendering to the gods thrilled Lex.

In the middle of the night wind, Lex's mood is much better.