[Super Bat Super] Decameron

Open your eyes again, still the familiar and disgusting white ceiling

"Why do you keep trying to run away from me?"

The man's voice was slightly hoarse but still pleasant to hear. He sat on the chair and stared at his lover's almost perfect handsome face.Bruce's black tights and cape hadn't been taken off yet, but they didn't give him any sense of security anymore.Superman stretched out his hand and gently stroked the well-proportioned but not hideous arm, exerting a little force with his fingers.

"Why don't you want to stay by my side?"

I can already feel the pain, and the pain is getting worse little by little.Batman looked into those transparent blue eyes, which were as cold as the never-melting snow in the North Pole.He felt cold but didn't know where the chill came from. Bruce's blue-gray pupils began to dilate, and his thoughts returned to the night when the despair began.

It was already too late when Bruce and Diana broke in, and there was only half a leather shoe that hadn't been completely melted on the ground, but the hideous bald head didn't know where it was.His lover was panting heavily with his head down, and when he heard his footsteps, he suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes made him a little uneasy.

"...Clark, are you okay?"

Bruce's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of shocking something.Diana walked over and patted the tall god standing in front of the window, and Superman turned around with an unfamiliar smile on his lips

"I'm fine! I've never felt better!"

——Perhaps from then on, Clark was no longer Clark.

...he killed Lex Luthor.

Superman still crosses that line, the line called morality.

And then...increased

He used violent means to coerce the people to submit to him, destroyed all nuclear warheads in the world, and even killed many innocent civilians-all of which Bruce saw.But he didn't know how to dissuade his lover, and maybe he wanted to know an answer more now.

That night, Batman stopped Superman.

"why?"

Bruce asked.His clear blue-gray eyes with a sharp sense of beauty stared straight at those same blue eyes as before.Clark took a few steps forward and stroked his cheek lightly.

"You've asked that question many times, Bruce."

The man's voice was still as calm as ever, and his eyes were still full of love and gentleness as usual.

"You know why... because I want you."

"I want everything about you"

"Your body..."

"Your soul……"

"Everything about you..."

"I want them."

Superman pressed on, pushing Bruce back a few steps.He looked at his lover in shock, this is not what Superman would say!The smile on Superman's face was put away, and that handsome god-like face was full of indescribable obscurity, "But I couldn't do this before!"

"Now... you already know, Bruce."

"you are mine."

"forever!"

"...how did we become like this?"

Bruce's voice became weaker and weaker, and he tried to open his eyes wide to see his lover's face clearly.But his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil-like mist, making it impossible for him to see his lover's god-like face clearly.Superman's eyes widened, and he could hear his lover's heartbeat slowing down a little...

- until stopped

"Bruce...?"

"Bruce, wake up..."

"Bruce!"

"Do not!--"

"If I can't make you understand while I'm alive, then let me tell you with my death."

"Clark, my love... Borrowed happiness always has to be paid back"

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