[Super Bat] The third type of god

Bruce searched all the recent Department of Defense reports on UFOs, including a suspected Clark with coordinates near the North Pole.

He looked at the date when the report was submitted, and suspected that it might be the day Clark had just learned to fly, and accidentally got too far away from the spaceship and was caught by the radar.However, the image captured by the satellite is very blurry, with only a dark shadow, and the human form cannot be seen at all.

Bruce stared at the short report many times, put his hand on the Del key, weighed it for a long time, and then backed out quietly.

Since the Ministry of Defense did not suspect Clark, there was no need for him to risk deleting the data for the time being.No matter how concealed he is, as long as he deletes the file, traces will be left, and he may be tracked by the other party and get burned.

With the help of Kryptonian technology, the watchtower project went very smoothly. Bruce also designed the AI ​​of the watchtower based on Jor Al, and built a defense system similar to the spaceship.

In order to finish the work as soon as possible, he spent almost all his time on it, and went out to patrol at night as usual.The result of this going on is that I basically never close my eyes every day.

Alfred warned him predictably.

But Bruce just dealt with it lightly: "This sounds familiar, Alfred, and you said the same thing five years later."

"I understand your feelings, Master Wayne." Alfred didn't expect him to listen, and said, "Perhaps you should look in the mirror now, and you will find how bad your current state is. I believe that Master Kent does not want to see you like this."

"Clark?" Bruce looked at him suspiciously, "What does it have to do with him?"

"Today is Master Kent's entry day." Alfred reminded, he looked down at his watch, and continued, "If there is no accident, he will be off work in five hours."

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Clark for two weeks, but of course he didn't forget that today was his starting time.

Clark called him the day he came for the interview to say he had been hired, but Bruce happened to be in a group meeting, so the two missed their chance to meet.

Before coming to the Metropolis today, Clark also sent him a message. Bruce had already arranged a place for him to live in—an apartment not far from the Daily Planet, which was bought almost at the same time as the newspaper.

To be precise, he knows everything about Clark...

Did Alfred mean that Clark would come to Gotham after get off work?Bruce suddenly realized that this is indeed something Clark can do.

Bruce nodded knowingly and said, "Okay, got it."

He rubbed the space between his brows, and decided to go to sleep for a while - after being nagged by the butler, he didn't want to be nagged by the Kryptonians again.

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Metropolis, Daily Planet Building.

On the first day of work, Clark was not assigned any work. He was basically familiarizing himself with his colleagues and the company's rules and regulations. From time to time, he pulled out his phone to watch the short chat records between him and Bruce.

He could almost imagine the appearance of the other party saying these words - frowning slightly with a serious face, but there was a soft brown color in his eyes, just like the imperceptible concern and tenderness in his tone.

But his contact with Bruce is not frequent, he is not a young boy in adolescence, and he will be dazzled by love.As much as he wanted to see Bruce, he knew that he had to keep a certain distance from him and not disturb his life.

In truth, he had little dissatisfaction with the way they were currently getting along.

"Perry, I got first-hand information!"

Clark suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up, and saw a curly-haired lady with a work card rushing into the office area and heading straight for the editor-in-chief's office.

It was Louise Lane.

Clark remembered that this was the reporter he had seen at the North Pole, as if her station was not far from him.

After a while, Perry emerged from the office with Louise.

"Give me the first draft by three o'clock this afternoon," Perry said.

Louise nodded: "Don't worry, I will finish the task ahead of schedule."

Perry looked at Clark and said, "That's a new colleague, Clark Kent. He has never been a reporter before, but he has good writing skills. He is now an intern at the sports page. You can take him with you when you have time."

"Okay, boss." Louise said, waving to Clark.

Louise walked towards Clark and shook hands with him friendly: "Hi, I'm Louise Lane."

"Clark Kent, from Kansas."

Louise stared at him for a long time, as if remembering something, and remained silent for a while.

Clark asked, "What's the matter, Miss Lane?"

Louise said with some doubts: "Have we met before? I always think you look familiar."

Clark graciously admitted: "Yes, at the North Pole."

"Oh——" Louise covered her mouth in surprise, "So it's you, Clark! I said, I seem to have seen you before, I can't even recognize you with your glasses on!"

Clark smiled.

Louise pointed to her eyes and said, "I remember you said before that you are Mr. Wayne's bodyguard, but your eyesight..."

"It's just anti-fatigue, there is no prescription." Clark casually made up a reason, "Personal habit."

"I understand, I understand." Louise also laughed as she thought of the nature of their work.

Just when Clark thought they had finished exchanging pleasantries, Louise pulled a chair from the side and sat next to him, apparently not planning to leave for a while.

Clark suddenly became alert and asked, "What's the matter, Miss Lane?"

Louise leaned over, lowered her voice and asked, "Tell me, what happened at the North Pole that day?"

"Didn't you say it was a former Soviet submarine?" Clark stepped back and pretended to be stupid. "Is there anything else that is being concealed? I didn't know anything after I left with Mr. Wayne that day... "

Before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and he and Bruce left alone to find the spaceship that night, and Louise followed them.

Sure enough, Louise took out her mobile phone, flipped through her photo albums, enlarged one of them, pointed to the two blurred figures on the screen, and said, "I caught it, you and Mr. Wayne did not leave, but went to Found the unknown object. You're really bad at lying, Mr. Kent."

Oops.Clark thought angrily, Bruce was right, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalists were really hard to deal with.

"Don't tell me it's a Soviet submarine, the commander told me, the ice around it is 2 years old, and I saw it fly with my own eyes. If you can convince me, the Soviet Technology can build a huge spaceship and quietly bury it under a glacier 300 meters deep, I think I will believe it."

Louise put away her mobile phone, smiled confidently and said to Clark, "After I left the North Pole, the Wayne Group bought the Daily Planet, and the transaction price was staggeringly high. It doesn't make sense, and it's not Mr. Wayne's style." .Also, as his personal bodyguard, why did you come to the newspaper as a reporter? Do you want to grasp the first-hand guidance of public opinion, or do it yourself?"

Clark didn't answer for a while, thinking about how to answer her.

Colleagues around handed them two cups of coffee. Louise took them, thanked them, and asked in a low voice, "Now, are you willing to tell me, Mr. Kent?"

"Well, Miss Lane..." Clark sighed as if giving up, and said, "I did go out with Mr. Wayne that night to see if the Ministry of Defense was hiding something from us. Mr. Wayne is always cautious. But we didn't go far, the thing flew out, and Mr. Wayne and I were almost buried in it. To be honest, I really don't know what it is, and it's the first time I've seen it."

Clark put the hot coffee aside, and continued: "I think you really asked the wrong person, Miss Lane, even if I know something, I won't tell you, this is confidential, Wayne Group must choose not to make it public. There is a reason."

Louise had an expected expression, and it was hard to see whether she believed this set of arguments.

"Also, I came here to work at my own request, not arranged by Bruce."

Louise was finally a little surprised, obviously she noticed Clark's affectionate address to the helm of the Wayne Group: "Bruce?"

"Yes, Bruce. As you think, Miss Lane, I'm not actually his bodyguard? Of course, it doesn't matter. The reason I came to the Daily Planet is that I want to better handle my relationship with him." Clarke graciously admits, "I like Bruce...I love him."

Louise was stunned: "So you and Mr. Wayne are..."

"No." Clark shook his head in denial, "He doesn't know yet, you have to keep a secret for me."

"Okay, okay, I see, I'm absolutely tight-lipped." Louise agreed, "Then when are you going to tell him? Well... well, sorry, I admit, I can't tell the richest man in Gotham Gossip doesn't generate interest."

"I can understand." Clark didn't mind, but still dealt with it vaguely, "Because of some special reasons, I can't tell him now, at least it's not the best time. That's why I chose to leave his side and come to work at Planet Daily , so I hope you can help me keep this secret."

Seeing that Clark was unwilling to say anything, Louise didn't pursue the question. She just nodded, got up with a coffee, and said, "Okay, I see. If you have any good news in the future, can you share it with me?"

"of course."

Louise got up to leave, but Clark stopped her.

"Miss Lane."

"Ok?"

Clark asked tentatively: "I want to say, about the North Pole...can you suspend the investigation?"

Louise just smiled at him.

"Okay." Clark bowed his head in resignation. He knew that he would not be able to persuade the big reporter, so he could only pray that she would not find any clues about Kryptonian civilization so quickly.

"I'll get to work first, Clark." Louise pushed the moved chair back to its original position, and said, "By the way, just call me Louise from now on, Miss Lane is too out of touch."

"Okay, Louise." Clark said kindly.

In the afternoon, Clark helped his colleagues proofread and left work on time. He couldn't wait to go to Gotham to find Bruce.

I don't know what he is doing now?

He came out of the elevator, held his breath and searched for the heart rate he knew so well, and suddenly found that the powerful and beautiful voice was not at the right distance from him—it was too close, even though there was only one city between them The distance, but it is so close as if it is by your side.

A huge surprise hit him suddenly. Among the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Clark followed the guidance of the voice and saw the familiar figure at a glance—the person he was thinking of, wearing a casual suit, standing on the planet Coffee on the sidewalk across from the daily newspaper.

That's his blues.

Clark never expected that Bruce would come to Metropolis to pick him up from get off work!

He was almost crazy with joy, and with difficulty he resisted the urge to fly straight across the road and cross the road with the crowd.

Bruce stood not far from him with his back turned to him, suddenly Clark became playful, and quietly walked behind him holding his breath.

Just when he was about to reach out and pat on the shoulder to startle Bruce, the other person turned around suddenly, grabbed his mischievous wrist, and startled himself instead.

How did Bruce find out?

"Trying to sneak up on me? You're too young, boy." Bruce said slyly, he took a sip of coffee calmly, raised his chin, and signaled Clark to look across.

It wasn't until Clark realized that the shops on the opposite side were full of floor-to-ceiling glass, and Bruce had already spotted him on the mirror.

"Okay, you win, Bruce." He shrugged in frustration, and asked again, "Why are you here?"

"Let's see how small-town boys can adapt quickly to life in the big city."

"Oh, come on, Bruce."

Both of them laughed, and at the end, Bruce said sternly, "It's nothing, I'll come and see you when I'm done."

Bruce was telling the truth. He originally planned to wait for Clark to come over in the Batcave, but after resting for a while, he thought it would be nice to come out for a walk.

He had to admit that he relaxed when he was with Clark.

So he came to Metropolis to look for him by accident.

"You're still wearing a suit." Bruce looked him around.

Clark could hear the teasing in his tone, and said embarrassedly: "I bought it before the interview. Today is the first day I join the job. It must be more formal."

The suit was indeed new, with almost no signs of being worn, but it looked a bit wrong, the size of the suit seemed to be too big.

Bruce frowned and thought for a while, and then he found out the reason - Clark's suit didn't fit because he bought the wrong size, nor was it because his figure was not up to standard, it was precisely because he was too good that the size was too large.

Compared with ordinary people, Clark's figure is too strong, and the suit and shirt suitable for his height can't support his arm circumference at all.And when he bought a large size, even if he cut the length of the suit, the most exquisite shape of the suit was completely destroyed, not to mention that Clark didn't have the money to buy a good brand.

In fact, Bruce himself has the same problem, but his clothes are completely re-opened and customized according to his figure, which avoids such troubles.

Get him a suit that fits.Bruce thought.

"No need to wear it tomorrow, the plaid shirt you're wearing at home is fine," Bruce said.

"Hmm." Clark also knew that his suit didn't fit.

"Where are you going now?" Bruce asked.

Clark thought for a while: "I planned to go to Gotham to find you, but now you're here... Do you want to have dinner together?"

Bruce nodded and asked, "Do you want to go to the supermarket?"

Clark originally wanted to ask Bruce where he planned to eat, but he didn't expect him to speak first.Of course he'd rather be at home alone with Bruce than eat out.

"There's nothing in the refrigerator at home now, so we have to go there." Clark said, "Should we go by subway or by taxi?"

Bruce took out the car key from his pocket, twisted it around his index finger a few times, and said, "I came by car and parked in the underground garage."

Unsurprisingly, Clark's eyes fell on the Lamborghini logo.

Bruce patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to follow: "Don't look, I know what you're going to say, but this is already the most low-key car in my garage."

Clark: "..."

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感谢在2021-04-1823:35:20~2021-05-0517:11:42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 threw the mines: 1 little Arkham patient;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：蛛精女孩14瓶；cara10瓶；清歌云中来6瓶；威士忌的碎冰、你好我是深情5瓶；28岁前的约定2瓶；

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