Save that bat! [Comprehensive British and American]

Carl was No. 11 years old. With Bruce's efforts, he was finally transferred from the red sun room to Wayne Manor. This will be the first night they have spent together since Bruce's resurrection.

Although Superman was in high spirits, Batman seemed no different from usual. He was still so calm and calm, and even personally put on a controllable collar inlaid with kryptonite for Carl, and then took him back to Gotham, as if life The addition of a Superman has no impact or change on him.

Carl had dinner with him, and consciously did the housework, then walked up to Bruce, sat upright on the chair, he seemed a little nervous: "Bruce, I'm going to sleep at..."

Batman closed the book and said calmly, "Sleep with me, and take care of him personally, do you have any objections?"

Carl shook his head quickly. He thought he needed to give Bruce some more time. In fact, it would be nice to have a floor under Batman's bed. Of course, Superman doesn't need sleep, so it's okay to watch Bruce all night.

At night, Carl woke up from his sleep. He looked at the sleeping Batman beside him, and couldn't help but leaned down and kissed his lips.

Bruce is still wearing conservative pajamas, but Carl knows how hot and flexible his body is under the pajamas. When he opens his body to welcome him in, the face of Brucey, the Gotham baby, will show impatience and temptation His facial expression, when he raised his neck, revealed the imprint of Krypton representing hope, no matter what kind of request the rose-like lips uttered, Karl would always agree to him.

The kryptonite collar opened around his neck prevented his next move. Batman woke up. He just woke up. The moment he saw the red-eyed Superman, he subconsciously turned on the controller.

Carl propped himself up on the bed, and the sudden weakness didn't feel good, but he knew that he scared Bruce. In the past, Bruce was not facing Carl who was full of guilt and only tried to ask for a kiss, but tyranny. Superman, who fumbled and left traces on his body, he should be more cautious.

The influence of kryptonite disappeared, and Bruce had come to his senses. He frowned in frustration and sat up: "...Sorry, Carl, I just——"

"Call me Clark."

Carl interrupted him gently, he bent down, and kissed Batman's hanging fingertips in a beastly taming gesture, he murmured: "Or alien rescue dogs, did I tell you, in fact, I Love this."

The red-eyed alien rescue dog rubbed the curly fur on Batman's fingertips affectionately, and he said softly and tenderly: "Never feel sorry for me, Bruce. I've got a lot , and there will be more in the future, these small prices are not worth mentioning, I know you can't accept me yet, but it doesn't matter, I waited for your resurrection in the first ten years, and I got you in the second ten years Forgive me, we still have another ten years, and I will try my best to make you trust me and love me, and I will do the same."

Bruce is his already, they have a long time, long enough to make up for what he has done, Bruce will accept him, maybe in another ten years, they will be like all normal couples, cuddling and kissing and making/love .

They can also adopt a few children. Although Carl doesn't like children, Bruce is always patient with children. Besides, in Clark's world, they are indeed a god assist.

If conditions permit, Carl hopes to have a lovely daughter who can make Bruce happy, and he will call her Barbara. If it is a boy, the name will be the same as the Robins of the Bat House, and maybe there will be a Connor.

All the harm caused by love will eventually be made up with love.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and he said softly, "That may be a long time."

Carl showed a smile, which belonged to the former Superman, upright, gentle and radiant: "It doesn't matter, I will always love you. There is no Superman who does not love Batman."

Bruce's expression softened a little. He reached out and touched the kryptonite collar hesitantly, as if he wanted to take it off.

Carl stopped him, he groped around his neck, and said with a smile: "The style is good, Bruce really has a good taste, is this our fun suit or a special mark of the Batman? I want to wear it."

Bruce withdrew his hand. He seemed to be acting like he didn't want to open it at first. He nodded and said, "It does have a bat mark. The alien rescue dog wears a bat collar. Am I the owner?"

"Of course, Bruce, I belong to you."

Carl leaned closer to his ear. To Bruce's surprise, the alien didn't blow or lick something in his ear. He said softly and in a low voice:

"Wang."

"........."

Batman pushed him into the quilt, and he said expressionlessly: "Sleep."

Carl swears that he heard Bruce's rapid heartbeat and blood flow that has not recovered until now!

Rao!It turns out that Batman likes this kind of play, maybe he can secretly buy some sex/fun props online tomorrow, dog ears are very good, and their emotional process will definitely be accelerated a lot!