[Super Bat] The third type of god

Chapter 5 chap.05

Of course Bruce wouldn't mind such a trivial matter, but seeing Clark's nervous look, he found it really interesting, and said deliberately: "If I say I mind—"

He glanced around the small room, his eyes fell on the single sofa in the living room, and he asked in a drawn out voice, "——will you sleep on the floor, Clark?"

"I..." Clark was at a loss for words. He just asked casually. He didn't expect Bruce to say that. He was a little surprised for a while, and didn't know how to answer.

But when he met the other's sly eyes, he realized that he was joking again.

Clark threw the quilt on the bed, gave him a helpless look, and flatly refused, "No."

Bruce curled his lips. "Oh, that hurts."

"Yes, I disappointed you." Clark spread the quilt expressionlessly, and the two quilts separated the small bed from the middle, "Actually, I just wanted to say that if you mind, you can choose to sleep on the ground."

Bruce complained dissatisfiedly: "I'm a patient, Clark—"

And Clark responded to him not to be outdone: "And I am the master of the house."

Bruce was leaning against the bedroom wall, Clark was standing by the bed, they both looked at each other tensely, facing each other in silence.

Originally, this was supposed to be a very relaxed and joking occasion, but for some reason, Bruce suddenly remembered the scene where he and Clark confronted each other on a rainy night not long ago.

"Bruce, come on. I was wrong, you gotta tell me, Lex wanted us to..." The Clark looked at him imploringly.

The blue eyes of the two Clarks overlapped in front of his eyes, making his heart skip a beat.

"Haha..." At the same time, the young Clark suddenly lost his strength, couldn't hold back his pretended serious expression, and laughed when he saw him.

Bruce: "..."

Seeming to be infected by his smile, Bruce, who was drawn back to his thoughts, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

In this timeline, nothing has happened yet.Here, they can be great friends, and he can... prevent Superman from dying.

"Get some rest, Bruce," Clark said.

"Okay." Bruce walked over politely and asked, "Where do you want to sleep?"

"On the left," Clark said, "the quilt on the left is mine..."

Before he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and corrected him: "No, of course the quilt on the right is also mine... I mean, I just washed the quilt on the right..."

Bruce laughed loudly: "Okay, I see, then I will sleep on the right side."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Bruce listened to him as if reporting the itinerary to himself, and started to tease the boy in the small town again, asking, "Do I need to wait for you for a long time?"

"Of course not." The dull Clark didn't realize it until he finished speaking again. Their conversation seemed to be about to have a one-night affair, and the tips of their ears were red with embarrassment, "Bruce!"

Bruce raised an eyebrow triumphantly.

It wasn't until Clark entered the bathroom that he belatedly realized that Kryptonians also blush?

-

Everything is silent on a snowy night.

The wind stopped at night, and there was only the rustling of snowflakes falling outside the window, which made people feel calm inside.

But Bruce kept his eyes open, staring blankly at the drab wall ahead.

This single bed was too small for him and Clark, and they could touch each other with a slight movement. In order to avoid embarrassment and leave more space for each other, they tacitly chose to lie back to back.

He didn't know if Clark was asleep now, but when he lay down, his worries, his worries, and the past in his memory all flooded up, making him unable to sleep.

He was sent here by the technology of Apocalypse, what impact will it have on the original timeline?

Did Diana ask about the records about it, have those superpowers been assembled?

There is no Superman in that world, what about Batman, is he still in that timeline, or has he disappeared?

If they lose their two allies and face extraterrestrial civilizations, will Diana and the others still be able to cope...

His responsibilities to this world, as well as all his guilt, overwhelmed him like mountains and seas on this quiet snowy night.

Bruce suddenly had the illusion that he was like a deserter, leaving the alliance he hadn't established and came here, meeting Superman five years ago.

Unable to suppress these thoughts in his heart, he turned over and lay down with difficulty, and saw that Clark was sleeping with his back facing him, his breathing was calm and his posture was relaxed.

clark...

On this timeline, he also has things he has to do.He has to make Clark the Superman everyone knows, and he has to go to Diana to find out what's going on, what is that antique cup, and whether he can return to the original timeline...

No, he didn't have to go to Diana.Bruce suddenly thought that maybe the Kryptonian spaceship would give him the answer he wanted. Luthor learned those alien technologies on the spaceship, and he had to find the spaceship first.

Perhaps because of the medicine, although Bruce couldn't fall asleep, he still couldn't bear to close his eyes and fell asleep.

So he didn't know that shortly after falling asleep, Clark opened those sleepless eyes.

And when Bruce woke up, what he saw was the very familiar Batcave——

He is back!

Bruce stood up suddenly, looking around in surprise, he had indeed left Clark's cabin.

How is this going? !

Could it be that his return to five years ago was just an extremely real dream?

"Alfred!" Bruce yelled, pressing the comm button.

His voice echoed in the empty bat cave, but after a long time, no one responded.

Didn't the old housekeeper hear it?How is this possible... A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart, and he shouted again: "Alfred!"

But still no response.

Where will he go?

Bruce saw a mobile phone on the table, and he walked over, only to find that a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the table.

How long has he been away, what happened in this world, Alfred won't... Bruce wanted to pick up his phone to check the current time, but suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling from behind.

He turned to see a huge humanoid creature descending from the sky with a battle-axe in one hand and a dead Superman in the other.

Bruce: "..."

"I smell fear," said the hideous monster with a smile.

Bruce didn't have any weapons on him, he turned around and ran, but as soon as he took a step, the monster appeared in front of him in an instant, blocking his way.

"I think you'd like to die in the same way as him, don't you?" The monster spewed out bursts of putrid smell when he spoke, making Bruce almost sick, "powerless, weak and arrogant human beings."

As it said, it swung its tomahawk and slashed at Bruce's chest!

The ancient artifact tore apart the flesh and blood of mortals, and blood gushed out.With a scream, Bruce was nailed to the ground and couldn't move.

"You obviously have a chance to save yourself." The monster lifted up Superman's body and threw it aside heavily, "But the gods have fallen, and you are the ones to suffer."

It stepped on Bruce's waist and pulled out the bloody tomahawk.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——' he saw a big hole in his chest like Superman, and the wound was bloody and bloody.

The monster picked up his collar and dragged him into the sky.

He didn't know where he would be taken.

The massive blood loss caused by the split heart quickly made Bruce's consciousness blurred, his eyes turned black, and the piercing pain was slowly fading away—his five senses were gradually fading, and he was about to die.

He floated over Gotham with the monster, and the monster said: "Poor rebel leader, take a last look at your earth, you will soon be destroyed with her."

Bruce opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw the devastated city, the bustling streets are now full of gunpowder smoke, high-rise buildings have been cut off by the middle, and corpses are strewn all over the ground.

Then, the monster loosened his collar, allowing him to fall from the air.

-

"Bruce, Bruce..."

A few eager shouts finally woke Bruce up, and he opened his eyes to find Clark looking at him with concern.

That was a dream... He was still lying in Clark's cabin, and hadn't returned to his original world.

Clark asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Bruce didn't deny it, just responded vaguely.

He let out a long breath of relief, and found that his body was drenched in cold sweat. He forced a smile and asked, "Did I say anything strange in my sleep?"

"No." Clark shook his head.

"That's good," Bruce said with mock relief, and he glanced at the clock to see it was four in the morning.

"But you don't look well." Clark stood up, poured him a glass of water, and asked, "Can you tell me, what did you dream about?"

Bruce took the water glass handed over by Clark and took a sip, feeling complicated.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Clark continued: "Well, I know, you should not be a person who likes to talk. But sometimes you can try to speak out, which will make you a lot easier, because that's what you do. When I was a child I encountered some very...very troublesome situations, maybe you can’t understand, but at that time, my classmates thought I was a freak, often bullied me, and excluded me in school. I didn’t know what to do, and I was very depressed at one time. It’s also very self-defeating. It was my parents who told me that everyone came into this world for a reason, and one day I will find my own value.”

Clark thought Bruce would find his words boring, but to his surprise, he listened very carefully, which made Clark's heartstrings twitch.

Bruce didn't notice Clark's inner touch, and just followed his words and asked, "So have you found it now?"

"No." Clark shook his head, "But I believe I will find it."

Bruce looked at him, wondering what he remembered, and said, "I also believe that day will come, Clark."

"Bruce..."

Clark seemed to want to say something, but didn't know where to start.

He looked into the deep eyes of Bruce, the man he had just met, no matter how lazy and casual he was, his eyes were always calm and sharp.He seems to have a lot of heavy past, but his brown eyes are like the unextinguished gleam in the darkness, with imperceptible warmth and hope.

The two were silent for a while, Clark suddenly came back to his senses, avoided Bruce's sight with some embarrassment, and said, "Oh, Bruce, what I meant to tell you just now is that when you encounter a problem and don't know how to solve it, you can Try to communicate with someone you trust. If he really cares about you, he will not think you are weak. Instead, he will be happy because he is needed."

Clark was actually quite right. Bruce really wouldn't confide in others, but he found that he couldn't refuse Clark's pure kindness.

He thought for a while, and asked with a smile: "So, can I trust you, Clark?"

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