[Super Bat] The third type of god

Chapter 47 extra.02

After leaving Northern Europe, the second stop of their honeymoon was in the Caucasus.

Different from the style of Nordic fantasy fairy tales, this is a real no man's land, full of primitive wildness.The towering mountains in the distance meet the sky, the cloudless sky is as blue as the sea, and the lone eagle flies over the lake like a silver mirror, its body is wide and silent, and the world is vast.

"Dark clouds flowed submissively under my feet. Through the dark clouds, I heard the noisy waterfalls, and the towering mountains towered under the clouds." Bruce said in Russian. He took a deep breath, looked at Clark, and switched back to his mother tongue, "I have only read Pushkin's poems, but I have never seen them with my own eyes."

"It seems that I chose the right place." Clark grabbed Bruce's hand, "I'll show you around."

"it is good."

So Clark familiarly picked him up horizontally.

"...I can walk by myself."

"Who said we have to go?" Clark slowly flew into the air, "You said, 'Dark clouds are under my feet'."

Bruce said speechlessly, "There are no clouds today."

"Then we can see the waterfall directly."

Bruce: "..."

Clark was right. Overlooking the rolling mountains from a high altitude, you can feel the magnificence and magnificence of nature. They flew over the mountains and passed through the sea of ​​fog, as if they were embracing the spirit of the earth.The breeze brushed across the cheeks, like an affectionate and loving kiss left by the sky.

Clark carried Bruce to a wooden house halfway up the mountain. There was an independent lawn yard, a fence surrounded the edge of the cliff, a solid wooden dining table in the middle, and dry firewood piled in the corner, surrounded by mountains. The top of the mountain is piled up with perennial snow, like a paradise.

But there is no way around here that anyone can go up, and it is obviously not a residence used by locals for vacation.

Bruce looked at Clark suspiciously.

"I built this for you," Clark said. "It took about two months."

Bruce looked at him in disbelief: "How do you..."

He was so shocked that he was almost speechless. This wooden house is not big, and some details are rough but not simple, but full of unmodified and rustic beauty.

"Actually, it's not finished yet," Clark continued. "I was planning to celebrate my wedding anniversary, but the honeymoon breaks my plan... It seems that I have to think of individual surprises as gifts, which is really a headache."

His eyes were full of gentle love, and every word he uttered was full of deep affection.

Bruce said with emotion: "This is already the second best gift I have received, Carl."

Clark asked, "Then what's the best?"

Bruce just watched him silently.

Slowly, Clark came back to his senses, his expression changed from doubt to clear surprise.

"It's my pleasure, Bruce."

Bruce played dumb and said, "I didn't say anything."

"But I know the answer." Clark kissed him.

"I took some fruit two days ago and put it in..." Clark said, and suddenly stopped.

Bruce asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head helplessly and said, "The fruit seems to be gone."

Clark took Bruce to the back of the wooden house, and the fruit basket was thrown on the ground, as well as the leftover fruit core residues, and countless messy and huge paw prints, all in a mess.

"The brown bear did it." Bruce couldn't laugh or cry, "It seems to have woken up from hibernation and starved it to death."

"I'm glad I locked the door." Clark picked up the basket and put it aside, and pulled the latch of the door. "Otherwise we would have to go hunting in the forest today."

"Come on, don't use your super power to bully small animals."

Clark shrugged.

There is almost no furniture in the room, only basic tables, chairs, beds, and some simple cooking utensils.

A half-person-high freezer was placed against the wall. Clark took a large piece of fresh beef from it and said, "How about half for roasting and half for stewing?"

"It's always up to you."

The two moved the cooking utensils to the yard, and Clark pulled a water hose from the back of the house and began to wash the ingredients.

Bruce asked, "Is there still water here?"

"It's the melted snow on the mountain," Clark said. "I built a reservoir on it."

Bruce exclaimed and said, "It seems that I have an all-round husband."

Clark said bluntly, "I thought you had found out before."

Bruce gave him a blank look.

Although Bruce is not good at cooking, he still has no problem cutting meat, so he volunteered to help.And when Clark handed him a skewer that was two feet long, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Pray we're going to have a barbecue, not a fencing match, right?"

"Russian style." Clark put the lottery on the table, "This is the size of the model here."

The diameter of the steel stick was as thick as a little finger, and it was heavy in the hand. Bruce said: "It's understandable, this is a plateau, and they need to eat more food to supplement their calories... For the two of us, one stick is enough for each of us." ?”

Clark nodded and said, "Okay."

Bruce was cutting the meat, and Clark moved some firewood out and threw it into the stove. Just when Bruce thought he was going to get a lighter, he saw Clark shoot a hot gaze.

The firewood was instantly ignited.

Bruce: "..."

"What's wrong?" Clark asked.

Bruce said speechlessly: "...For the first time, I know that thermal vision can still be used like this."

Well, he suddenly remembered that Clark had used it to heat towels in the North Pole, so it was no surprise to start a fire now.

"Heat vision is very convenient." Clark touched his chin, "otherwise, how do you think I shaved my beard?"

Bruce: "...?"

The questions he had been asking for a long time were finally answered.

Thank you for the almighty hot gaze.

The other half of the beef was also cut into small pieces, and Clark first fried it in butter for a while before cooking it in the pan.

"The traditional Caucasian method is more fragrant." Clark said.

The altitude here is too high. Even if the water is boiled, the temperature is not too high. Slow cooking at low temperature can preserve the deliciousness of the meat to the greatest extent, but the disadvantage is that it takes a long time to cook.

Clarke also fried some shallots and tomatoes and threw them in the pot to simmer.

He adjusted the sauce for the bacon, and together with Bruce, brushed it layer by layer on the skewers with extreme patience.

"Want some potatoes?" Clark asked. "We can bake some."

Bruce asked, "Are you sure the two of us can finish?"

Clark said indifferently: "Don't worry, eat slowly, we have a whole day."

Bruce compromised: "Okay."

The two sat together quietly grilling meat, Clark cut a small piece of the surface with a knife and gave it to Bruce: "How about a taste?"

Of course, Bruce spoke highly of Clark's increasingly sophisticated cooking skills.

He wiped his hands and recalled: "It's been a long time since I lived such a life away from the city. The last time was about ten years ago, when I went hunting in Canada."

Clark, who grew up on a farm, had farmed, and later traveled to Alaska with fishing boats, but he had never hunted seriously, so he asked curiously, "What are you hunting for?"

"Bears," Bruce replied, "control the ecological balance, reduce the number of bears, and allow reindeer to reproduce better. Their government requires professional hunters to kill bears every year. Winston's CEO was negotiating a business with me at that time. invited me to go."

Clark asked, "Is it thrilling?"

Bruce asked, "What do you think?"

Clark smiled. Hunting a bear is probably the easiest task for Batman.

"It's really not interesting." Bruce said truthfully, "We basically didn't do anything. The hunter's hounds are very experienced. They found the bear's trail and trapped it. Then the hunter shot the bear. We only need to Just follow behind without causing trouble. Everyone else finds it very exciting, after all, the primeval forest is still dangerous, but I think it's more interesting to barbecue with you here now."

"The point is to be with me," Clark said.

"Carl, we will grow old one day, and the future belongs to the young. At that time, I want to live with you in a place like this until death do us part."

This is already Bruce's most ardent and direct confession. It spanned a long time until the end of his life. It was a happy but sad parting.

"No, don't mention that word, honey." Clark kissed him, "We still have a long, long way to go, and I will always be by your side."

It was already evening after the two finished eating, and the temperature dropped sharply after the sun went down. Clark went to help Bruce get a coat.

"Go for a walk in the woods?" Clark suggested.

Bruce asked, "What's around here?"

"The southeast of here is facing Tbilisi."

That's the capital of Georgia, which means "hot springs" in the local language.

Bruce reacted: "You mean there is a hot spring here?"

Clark nodded: "Let's take a look together?"

Bruce had no reason to refuse.

Hiking in the primeval forest of no man's land, especially in the spring when wild beasts wake up, is a very dangerous thing. Even Bruce will not easily set foot in this forbidden human land, but standing beside him is Clark, his The name represents absolute reliability and safety.

Facts have proved that the place Clark chose is an excellent place to live. They only walked for more than 20 minutes, and Bruce smelled a faint smell of sulfur, and then he saw dense fog drifting from the front.

"Here we are." Clark said, he let go of Bruce's hand, walked towards the hot spring, and said back, "I'll go down and have a look first."

The water temperature of this hot spring should not be low, and the surrounding area is full of steaming water vapor.

Clark disappeared into the water soon after going down.

Bruce waited for a while, but didn't see him coming out. He took two steps closer suspiciously, but the water mist was so thick that he couldn't see the scene in the hot spring clearly.

He called out tentatively, "Carl?"

no respond.

Is he joking?Bruce thought.

So he waited for another half a minute, and called Clark again, but this time there was still no movement.

"Carl?" Bruce frowned, staring intently at the murky water, and said, "This isn't funny, come out if you're okay."

"Carl, Carl!" Bruce called him a few more times, but still didn't receive a response, and suddenly became nervous.

However, just as he took off his heavy coat and boots, he was pulled down by a force.

Bruce immediately made an elbow to break away from the opponent's shackles, but the man easily resolved his attack, instead clamped his arm, and pressed him against the rocks on the shore with his backhand.

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Bruce was indeed carried back by Clark.

Tomorrow was the last day of their honeymoon, and both of them wanted to seize this rare opportunity to indulge, so that when it was over, Bruce could barely stand on his knees.

The wet clothes could no longer be worn. Clark went to the Fortress of Solitude and brought new ones for Bruce to put on.

After returning to the wooden house, he lay down tiredly, only to find that the ceiling above the bed was hollowed out and covered with a huge piece of tempered glass, from which he could have a panoramic view of the vast Milky Way, flowing with silent romance.

"Does it look good?" Clark lay beside him, asking him as if taking credit.

Bruce nodded.

"It was inspired by the lake house, and I think you'll love this," Clark said.

"Thank you, Carl," Bruce said.

He was obviously very tired, but he was reluctant to close his eyes, as if he was afraid that time would slip through his fingers like fine sand in his hands.

"I'd do anything for you." Clark put his hand into his arms and said softly, "Sleep, Bruce."

"I don't need you to be like this, Carl, like traveling through the multiverse, that's too risky."

"Not at all. Barry and I got it done with ease." Clark denied. "I haven't told you what happened that night, have I?"

So Clark told Bruce about his second kill of Doomsday.

Bruce asked inexplicably, "You said I was your fiance in front of so many people?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"...You really should go to Arkham to fix your brain."