[Super Bat] The third type of god

Although he was a little delirious from the fever, Bruce still reacted quickly. After he found out that Superman didn't know him, he immediately prepared to ask back: "So...cough——"

So your name is Clark too?He had intended to say so.

But maybe it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and just now when he opened his mouth, a strong smell of blood swept over with stinging pain, making him cough violently.At the same time, severe pain exploded in his lungs. He was no stranger to this kind of pain. He probably contracted pneumonia from choking on water in the glacier.

The high fever was probably also caused by pneumonia.Bruce guessed.

Superman stood beside him, hesitated, and poured him a glass of water anyway.

Bruce followed his movements, and suddenly froze for a moment. He noticed that there were some antibiotics on the table where the water cup was placed, which Superman presumably prepared for him.

"Although I don't know who you are, I can't just watch you die like this." Superman explained.

Although his tone was very cold, Bruce still heard the long-lost familiarity - he didn't know why he saw the real Clark here again, but the character of the Clark in front of him was indeed the Superman he knew.

Bruce's hands were still tied, and Superman knelt down and brought the water glass to his mouth, motioning for him to open his mouth.

Is this to feed him water?Bruce raised his eyebrows, but he didn't resist much.After all, he is still a stranger of unknown origin to Clark now, and he doesn't expect the other party to untie him.

The water was still warm, Bruce took a sip and felt the heat subside a lot.

Superman probably considered that he was infected with pneumonia and worried that he would choke if he drank too fast, so although his water feeding movements were very rusty, he was patient enough.

He can maintain such kindness under such circumstances, Bruce sighed inaudibly, and couldn't help thinking, if it was that Clark, would he do the same?

The answer is obvious.

After the distance between the two was shortened, Bruce also took the opportunity to see the Clark in front of him clearly.

He looked no different from the Clark he knew, except that this Clark was unshaven, completely unkempt, and more youthful.

It's youthful, not young.

Bruce didn't see the age difference between the two Clarks, but the Clark he was familiar with had more complex emotions in his eyes, while the one in front of him was a kind of inquiry and ignorance.

After drinking half a glass of water, Bruce didn't feel so uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and asked hoarsely, "Cough...so, your name is Clark, isn't it?"

Superman looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, damn it, of course I don't know you! Can you think about it, how could I know you?" Bruce cursed feigned anger, he moved his stiff shoulders, and as expected, there was a sharp pain Suddenly hit, he took a breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Clark, can you explain why?"

Before Superman could answer, Bruce asked himself and answered, "Oh, come on, don't tell me this is kidnapping."

"...No." His aggressive attitude made Superman frown. He hesitated for a while before saying, "You answer my question first, who are you and why are you here?"

Then he added: "Don't lie to me, I can see."

Bruce: "..."

Yes, if he is Superman, he can easily detect the slight difference in heartbeat and blood flow rate, so as to distinguish whether the other party is telling the truth.Bruce thought.

Although he was sure enough to make up a flawless story on the spot to get away with it, he didn't want to do it.

He has to use his frankness in exchange for the trust of the other party.

Even if it was an absurd dream, he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, and he would never be an enemy of Clark again.

"Bruce Wayne," Bruce said.

But it was obvious that this Superman had never heard of this name, and his handsome face was still full of doubts.

Bruce didn't care. He raised his head and looked straight into the blue and clear eyes of the other party, and then said: "Listen, sir, I didn't know that your name was Clark. The Clark I knew...he ..."

When Bruce said this, he suddenly stopped, and the scene of Superman flying to Doomsday that night quickly flashed through his mind. The sharp kryptonite spear pierced the monster's heart, and at the same time cut off his connection. The words that come down are so-so, making it difficult for him to speak.

He found himself flooded with guilt when confronted with Clark himself, overwhelming him.

Clark was keenly aware of something wrong in his tone, and looked at him silently without saying a word.

Bruce took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "He's gone."

Clark's expression was touched, and a trace of guilt flashed across his eyes.

"It was an accident, but..." Bruce said with difficulty, he spoke slowly, as if unwilling but had to face the memory, "...but I owe him an apology."

Neither of them spoke, and for a while there was only the crackling of firewood burning in the wooden house, which seemed particularly quiet.

After a while, Bruce went on to say: "About a month ago, I went to his funeral... No, I just watched from the sidelines from a distance. I am not qualified to appear at his funeral. His mother didn't know I went because I promised her that night I would bring Clark back safely, but I..."

But you couldn't do it.Clark silently added what he hadn't finished.

"Can you imagine?" Bruce asked Clark suddenly, he twitched the corners of his mouth, it was a smile that was more sad than crying, "Clark's father died very early, and then she lost her only son... all this It was my fault."

After hearing this, Clark suddenly got up and walked around to the back, untiing the hemp rope that bound him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Bruce turned his head slightly and asked him, "Aren't you tying me up?"

Clark threw the hemp rope aside, returned to his original position and sat on the floor.

"As I said just now, I can tell if you're telling the truth." His expression was much more relaxed than before, but he still didn't let go of his guard. "So you came to Alaska to relax?"

This is actually Alaska?Bruce wondered, how did he end up in Alaska?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, rubbed his stiff hands, and replied vaguely: "Where to go is not important to me, I just don't want to go back for the time being."

Clark seemed to believe his rhetoric, and said, "I saw those injuries on your body. Are you and that Clark from the military? The Marine Corps, or the CIA?"

This time Bruce didn't answer him.

But Clark seemed to have misunderstood what he meant, and said to himself: "Well, it seems that I asked the wrong question. I understand, sir, the confidentiality regulations." He shrugged to show that he understood.

"Call me Bruce."

"Okay, Bruce, can you stand up now?" Clark changed his address graciously, stood up and reached out to him, "Go to bed or rest on the sofa."

Bruce tried to stand up by himself, but he didn't know how long he had been tied up, and he still had no strength from the waist down, so he had no choice but to raise his hand and let Clark pull him up.

Clark's hand was warm, which was Bruce's first reaction, and he also noticed that the skin on his palm was smooth, and nothing seemed to leave marks on it.

man of Steel.Bruce thought to himself, the Clark in front of him is undoubtedly Superman.

Clark held his arm, helped him stand up slowly, and asked, "Do you want to..."

"The sofa is fine," Bruce replied.

So Clark half-supported him to sit on the sofa.

"Bruce, I tied you up because you attacked me unconsciously, and then you yelled 'Clark,' so..." Clark argued without changing his face, "I did it for my safety. "

Bruce: "..."

Bruce sneered, if I didn't know who you were, I would have almost believed it.

He made a surprised expression and asked knowingly, "Sorry, that might be a conditioned reflex, did I hurt you?"

"No, I escaped."

Bruce said with a look of lingering fear, "That's good."

Clark didn't seem to want to dwell too much on this issue, so he changed the subject and asked, "Are you hungry? I'm going to cook, but there's only fish at home."

Bruce asked subconsciously, "Can you cook?"

"..." Clark looked at him speechlessly.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Bruce immediately apologized and remedied, "Because I don't know how, I'm a little surprised."

Clark gave him an indifferent look, turned and went to the kitchen.

Bruce looked at his back, and his mood improved inexplicably. He didn't expect the communication with Clark to be so smooth.

From the time he knew the existence of Superman to the eve of Doomsday, he regarded him as an alien, a threat to the earth, and he even planned to kill him.It was the phrase "Martha" that brought back his reason, and at that moment he remembered that apart from his superman identity, he was just an ordinary person, he also had a mother who loved him, and an ordinary but warm family.

This is the other side of Superman, and this is the first time Bruce has really come into contact with him. He has the power to destroy the world, but also has unparalleled kindness.

He shouldn't have been instigated by Luther, obviously they could be allies.

Bruce shook off the messy thoughts in his head and asked, "Do you have a cell phone, Clark? I want to call my family."

"No." Clark said without looking back, "If you want to make a call, there are public phone booths in the town."

Bruce: "..."

Superman really doesn't need a cell phone much.

But he needed to contact Alfred, he had to go back to Gotham and find out what the hell was going on.

Bruce began to observe this small room again bored. The furnishings in the room were simple, there were not many things, and the arrangement was a bit messy. The TV was still an old model from more than ten years ago. All the details showed that Clark was now a poor bachelor.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the calendar hanging on the wall, and when he saw the date clearly written on it, his whole body was struck by lightning——

This was five years ago!

If this date is true, it means that he has returned to five years ago!

Batman did have an accident, and that explosion took him back in time.

Five years ago... that is, nothing had happened yet, there was no General Zod, no Doomsday, and there was no Superman either.

Because Clark isn't superhuman at all right now.

No wonder he thought this Clark looked different from the Superman he'd known... Bruce looked incredulously at the kitchen, where Clark was concentrating on frying fish, oblivious to it.

Bruce doesn't think it's impossible to travel through time. He clearly remembers that the night he got the Luther hard drive, someone seemed to come from the future to talk to him.

The fact that Earth's current technology can't do it doesn't mean that Apocalypse can't.

However, even if Bruce doesn't understand the core technology of time travel, his common sense of physics tells him that the flow of time cannot be disturbed at will.

But now he has returned to five years ago, he has become a great unstable factor, how will things develop in the future?

Will Clark still be Superman?

If Zod invades Earth, will this Clark stop him?

And Luthor, and the extraterrestrial civilization that Luthor said...

After the huge shock, endless panic followed, Bruce immediately gave up the idea of ​​returning to Gotham now, he had to find a way to stay and stay by Clark's side.

He's got to get things right, he's got to make Clark Superman.