[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

The watchtower is suspended in a geosynchronous orbit 22 kilometers above the ground. It is composed of a spindle-shaped main building embedded with a ring-shaped guard wing. Its existence is completely confidential. Only members of the Justice League can pass through it. Passage to this secret base.

When Clark took Rorschach into the watchtower, there was no one there.

Inside the huge and empty watchtower, there was only the slight sound of life support devices running.

When he escaped from the Hydra base, Rorschach lost a shoe. He was held in Clark's arms, his clean right foot was exposed, and there were some cyan plant juice scratches on his ankle.

After observing the situation in the watchtower, Rorschach couldn't help feeling a little puzzled—why didn't he see anyone else here?

He grabbed the folds of the cloak on Clark's shoulders and tried to ask Clark, but Clark carried him into a small room.

This room is boxy and simply furnished with just a bed, a sofa and a table.

Clark put him on the small sofa, squatted down, and said to him, "You live here first, okay? This is where I usually rest. I'll bring you some furniture later."

Rorschach lifted himself up, sat up cross-legged, touched Clark's temples with his hands full of distress, and gently ran his fingertips through Clark's hair, not daring to touch it too hard: "How did your hair change like this?"

Clark grabbed his hand, stared at Rorschach, and didn't care about the white hair on his head, "It's not important... what's important is that you're back by my side."

He took a deep breath, his eyes flushed again.He tilted his head and lowered his eyes, and pressed a cautious and exhausted kiss on the back of Rorschach's hand: "Rao...you are real, I'm not dreaming..."

"I was just wondering if I had started to hallucinate. You don't know, when I heard someone calling the name of the angel beast, my heart was beating like crazy," he said tremblingly, turning Luo Xia moved his hand to his chest, "Look, it's still jumping so hard."

When he touched the blood-red "S" letter, Rorschach shrank subconsciously, and then pressed his palm tightly against Clark's chest.

Rorschach felt his nose sore, and his vision was gradually blurred by tears.He took the initiative to lean over to hug Clark, and buried his head on Clark's shoulder and neck, "I miss you so much, I miss you so much, you don't even know how scared I am that I won't see you... I, I didn't mean to hide it You, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that after you know that I am an angel beast, you will feel that I have been lying to you..."

Clark hugged him and said in a low voice: "It's not important, these are not important...as long as you can still see—" He paused suddenly, as if the spoken word was so cruel that he couldn't pronounce it, " As long as I can still see you, I have nothing else to ask for."

Rorschach hugged Clark, tears rolled down one by one silently, the teardrops slid down Clark's white cloak and dripped to the ground.

"Don't cry, Rorschach...don't cry," Clark wiped Rorschach's tears with his thumb in a panic, kissing the tears hanging on his eyelashes, "You cry so hard that my heart will break."

He was full of sincerity, and the love in his heart was burning like a prairie fire. He almost wanted to rub Rorschach into his own flesh and blood, but in the end he just gently and carefully inserted his fingers into Rorschach's black hair, and hugged him again.

They said a lot of repetitive tedious and trivial things.People who are in love never seem to get tired of each other's love words, repeating "I love you" over and over again without getting bored, competing to say meaningless nonsense, but never getting tired of it.

It seemed that as long as they kept talking, all the pain in the past three years would be overwhelmed by the sentences and recede into the sea of ​​hearts.

They lay on the bed, Clark with one leg bent on his back, Rorschach lying on his chest, Clark with his arms around Rorschach's waist.

Rorschach grabbed Clark's white cloak. He seemed to be tired. He turned his face to the huge red "S", thought for a while, and asked, "Why did you change your uniform to black and white?"

Clark stroked his soft black hair, looked down at his heart, and was a little reluctant to speak. He opened his mouth, and finally gave up and said, "...to commemorate."

"To commemorate what?"

Clark tightened his arms around him.Hearing Clark above his head, Rorschach slowly said in a heavy and solemn tone: "To commemorate all those who have passed away."

Luo Xia panicked. He thought of the scene of the metropolis he saw at Dr. Manhattan, his back immediately turned cold, the blood on his face faded, and he sat up, "Is it the metropolis... What's wrong?"

Clark stared at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Metropolis has disappeared. The clown detonated a nuclear bomb in Metropolis... Millions of people died, and Martha and Jonathan also..."

He couldn't go on anymore, his lips were tightened, his jaw tensed, the glimmer in his eyes seemed to be thrown into a pond of stones, and the surface of the water melted and split in an instant.

Rorschach's face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, he couldn't say a word, his whole body collapsed suddenly, and his arms rested weakly on Clark's shoulders: "They, they..."

His memory only stays on the day when Clark told him with a smile that Martha and Jonathan came to Metropolis.

He was even thinking about what gift to bring Martha...

……why?

He didn't know why fate treated Clark in such a cruel way.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be for Clark to face all this alone.

Metropolis is a city that Clark protects.

Rorschach knows that Clark has a natural desire for protection and kindness and selfless love for Metropolis. Clark will even save every kitten in Metropolis that is stuck in a tree and dare not come down.

Under the bright sunshine, the bright red cape flies in the sky of the metropolis every day...

It was the only city where people looked up and looked for the red cloak in the sky.

That's the city they live in.The city Clark loved.

Not to mention Jonathan and Martha...

He suddenly felt that part of his heart had been gouged out—what did Clark do wrong?

What the hell did he do wrong?

Why should he bear this pain?Why?Has this world ever been fair?Has there ever been so-called half-pity and intolerance in this world?

Why should all bad luck be imposed on one person?

He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, as if passing through the entire universe, his angry and mournful eyes pierced the god at the end of the universe like a sharp sword.

——Is this the timeline you see all the time?

— Did you already know that all this was going to happen?

——You are watching from the sidelines, would you rather let Clark bear this than make a move?

—Dr. Manhattan?

The boundless and deep universe outside the window only responded to him with silent darkness.

Rorschach leaned forward, hugged Clark, and choked up, "I'm sorry, Clark."

In Clark's most painful time, he was not by his side.

If he could have found out earlier...he could have known about the Joker's plot earlier, he would have never let these things happen.

But his stupidity even made it all—

He gritted his teeth, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and the shoulder blades on his back were like a butterfly. He felt that millions of innocent lives were falling on him.

What should he pay for all this?

"You don't need to say sorry," Clark held his face and said seriously, "What's wrong with you? The one who should really pay for this—he has already received the punishment he deserved."

"clown?"

Clark's face turned cold: "He took everything from me."

Rorschach noticed something, and asked tentatively, "Did you take the clown... back to Arkham Asylum?"

Clark fell silent.

Looking at his expression, a more terrifying guess vaguely appeared in Luo Xia's heart.

He suddenly put his hands on Clark's shoulders, "You won't, will you? Clark, I know you won't do that, your hands aren't for getting their dirty blood—"

"yes."

Clark just replied softly, sighing.

For an instant, Luo Xia felt that the blood in his body was congealed.

He was so cold that he even shivered.

He looked at Clark in disbelief, his fingers were weak and unwilling to let go, with his eyes open, he seemed to be unable to see Clark's face clearly, "Did you kill the clown, Clark?"

"He killed millions of people, took you from me, and my parents, and made me lose everything." Clark's blue eyes were as cold as ice.

"—he should have died long ago."

Rorschach let go of Clark as if he didn't know what to do.Something seemed to collapse inside him.When he took a closer look, he realized that the pile of collapsed bricks and stones all came from the last line of defense of justice.

"How do you let him get your hands dirty?"

Rorschach murmured tremblingly, "Your hands are used to save the world, not to kill, Clark, they will leave scars on you, and you will never turn back—"

"But worth it."

"If you can bring permanent peace to this planet at this price, then it's worth it," Clark sat up, with an incomprehensible persistence and conviction on his face, "every pain is worth—" — worth every drop of blood.”

Rorschach looked at him blankly.

The look in Clark's eyes made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

—He doesn't seem to know this Clark anymore.

"Clark..."

Clark patted his head as if comforting, "Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing. I'll give you the gift you want most."

"--What gift?" Rorschach muttered.

Clark didn't answer.He looked out the window, looking at the quiet and huge blue planet in front of the watchtower, "You will see it soon."

Clark had been with Rorschach in the watchtower for seven hours.

Clark didn't leave the watchtower until the western hemisphere of the earth ushered in the yellow sun.

In fact, he was not willing to let Rorschach out of his sight, but there was a backlog of seven hours of busy affairs on the earth, so he had to go back to the Justice League headquarters to deal with it.

These seven hours were the only time in several years that he let go of the affairs of the Justice League.

He left Rorschach alone in the watchtower, and told Rorschach to use the watchtower's communicator to contact him if he had anything to do, and he could arrive at any time.

Rorschach nodded and watched Clark leave.

But he soon discovered that, apart from the communicator, the entire watchtower had no way to communicate with the outside world.

The computer unit here has been turned off, and fingerprint verification is required to turn it on. There are no communication tools such as TV, mobile phone, and telephone. The only person he can contact is Clark.

Not even a clock.

He could only tell time by reading the Earth's rotation through a tiny window.

When the morning and evening line continued to advance westward to the middle of the Pacific Ocean, he had already searched most of the watchtowers.

He only found two old comics that maybe Victor or Barry had left there.

The comics are old and seem to be flipped through a lot, one is a modern adaptation of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and the other is The Adventures of Tintin.

There were many torn and messy handwriting on the pages of the book, and Rorschach quickly finished flipping through it. After killing some time, he continued to search the watchtower, but still found nothing.

The entire watchtower seemed to be an isolated island isolated in space, besieging him heavily.

Rorschach was a little restless.

He found the teleportation passage in the watchtower, but the passage had already been closed, and he had no way to get out from here.

And if he evolves into an angel beast and forcibly breaks through the gate of the watchtower to go out, the life-support device here will fail, and the watchtower will start a self-destruction program to disintegrate in space to prevent it from falling into the earth.

The watchtower was funded and built by Bruce Wayne. Superman and Martian Manhunter provided Kryptonian technology and Mars technology respectively. It can be said that the Justice League has invested countless efforts in the watchtower. He will not choose to do so unless it is a last resort.

Rorschach waited until the morning and evening line advanced to the vicinity of the Mediterranean Sea, and then waited for Clark to return.

Clark brought him new ottomans, food, discs, and video games.

He helped Luo Xia install the video game console, carefully adjusted the circuit, and downloaded many games in advance for him.

"Try to see if it works? I bought the one they said was the best." He said to Rorschach.

Rorschach held the handle that Clark gave him, but he was not very interested, and had no intention of playing games at all.

He hesitated and called "Clark" and said, "I don't want to stay here, Clark, I want to go back to Earth...I'm going to see my parents, are they okay?"

Clark paused.

He turned around. "Have you missed them?"

Rorschach: "Of course, don't you think I won't miss them? How are they? Did you tell them I'm back?"

Clark straightened up, his tall body cast a shadow over Rorschach's head.

He said: "I haven't told them yet...but they are fine, don't worry, they have moved back to New York now."

"I'm going to see them," Rorschach said.

Clark knelt down to comfort him and said, "I'm a little busy these days, how about a few days? I'll take you to see them in a few days, and I'll tell them, and they will be very happy too."

"I can find them by myself," Rorschach frowned, "I know where my home is. You just need to take me back, and I can go home by myself."

Clark exhaled through his nose: "... There are some dangers on the earth now, and it is safest for you to stay in the watchtower."

"Then my parents are also in danger? Then I have to go find them." Rorschach said.

Clark didn't expect to be choked up by Rorschach like this. He glanced at Rorschach, kept silent, and put away the game console and discs he brought: "I will take you to see them."

Rorschach stared at him, "Do you want me to stay here forever, Clark?"

Clark turned his gaze away: "I'll take you away after I've dealt with other things. Be obedient, wear it here for a while, it won't be long."

Rorschach looked at him silently. He shrank his feet as if resisting, curled himself up on the sofa, folded his arms and said to Clark, "...How long will it take?"

"——I brought some cheese potato pancakes, I'll go and warm them up for you. When you go out here and turn left at the end, you will see the kitchen. I put a lot of your favorite food in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, you can take it out Eat, you know?" Clark avoided his question bluntly.

Rorschach remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Clark simply didn't say anything, left the room, and went to help Rorschach prepare dinner.

After he finished dinner, he called Rorschach to go out for dinner. Rorschach didn't leave the room, so he came in with the food and put the dishes, knives and forks in front of Rorschach, "You used to like the potato pancakes, don't you like them?" ?”

"...I have no appetite, I can't eat." Rorschach turned his head and said.

"You should have some," Clark said, picking up a spoon, "you're so skinny, you're—"

He looked at Luo Xiaxin's face and body, carefully choosing his words, "How do you..."

"It has nothing to do with Hydra," Rorschach said.

Clark sat down in front of him, "Then let me feed you, okay? You'll starve if you don't eat."

Rorschach shook his head, picked up the knife and fork: "I will eat it myself."

They finished their meal in silence, Clark tidied up briefly, went back to the room, and asked: "I remember there is a larger lounge here, if you think this room is too stuffy, I will Move the bed over there, and you should sleep more comfortably."

——But they all know that as long as Rorschach can't leave here, no matter how big or small the room is, it doesn't matter at all.

Luo Xia sat on the bed with his head down, revealing a slender and fair neck.His black hair made his skin pale as snow, and the blue blood vessels on his arms were also particularly clear.

He looked a little sleepy, Clark found a few topics to talk to him, but he didn't talk to Clark much, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes followed Clark's tightly wrapped black boots all the way up, and fell on Clark That face that he had known for a long time, yet looked extremely unfamiliar.

—It wasn't his Clark.

This is Kal-El.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-12?22:50:02~2021-05-13?22:15:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Qing Miao? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: holding soy sauce, bowed his head and walked away. ?24 bottles; Korea? 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!