[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

Bruce didn't respond to Clark immediately, he calmly looked back at those blue eyes for a while, then, as usual, ignored the clamor somewhere, and chose another answer.

"I really don't know when you have such a good relationship with the people in the alliance."

"I'm not talking about them, I'm talking about you."

"Okay okay, forgive me for not understanding your 'best friend' theory, Mr. 'Best Friend'." Bruce put on a smirk to himself, trying to get over it.

"Bruce, why don't you be more honest." Clark straightened up, looking a little frustrated.

"I have honestly admitted that you are my 'friend'." Bruce still looked back at him motionlessly, and the sculpture of the whole person generally did not change at all. "Go back to your farm and don't show up for a while, or it is estimated that in the next week, all kinds of newspapers will be headlines of 'Superman Returns'."

Bruce turned away from his never-ending work, forcing himself to stare at the throbbing data instead of the blue eyes behind him.Clark watched him quietly, then slowly floated up.

"If you need help, you know how to find me."

He had given up trying to hide the frustration in his tone.

"Morning, Mr. Kent" In the corridor leaving the Batcave, Alfred met Clark who floated out like a ghost.

"Good morning Pan—Alfred." Clark changed his words in time under the old man's raised eyebrows.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"No, I-"

"Egg cheese bacon roll." Alfred rarely let him finish, "Maybe this will refresh you."

"……excuse me."

Clark had to admit that Alfred's workmanship was good, but even that didn't quite lift his spirits.Clark tormented the poor breakfast a little unconsciously, his eyes were far beyond the bushes outside the glass wall, and he didn't know where to look.

"If you feel any discomfort, please allow me to apologize for Master Bruce." Alfred put down a cup of coffee for Clark, "To a large extent, it is due to his nature, not intentional."

"Thank you...uh...I mean..." Clark stuttered suddenly, he paused, and then heaved a long sigh. "No, I'm not unhappy at all. It's just that... I may be wishful thinking about some things."

"Master Bruce is just too used to hiding, please don't mind his untimely indifference."

"It's not Bruce's problem. I seem to be causing him some trouble."

"You haven't caused any trouble, I'm quite sure of that. But with all due respect, Mr. Kent, I remember you saying you wanted to be friends with Master Bruce, but . . . it wasn't going to be easy, Especially when you want to go further."

"Alfred...I..."

"You don't need any explanation, Mr. Kent." The old man showed a smile that Clark had never seen before, which made him seem to have aged a lot in an instant. "I appreciate your willingness to stand by Master Bruce's side."

"After so many years, finally..."

"Clark has left?" Bruce stared at the screen and asked Alfred without looking back.

"Yes, Master Bruce. But for some reason, Mr. Kent looks very depressed."

"He's just been hit a little bit."

"It seems that this 'blow' is really not small." Alfred repeated the word with emphasis.

"Trust me, he'll be fine soon. That's nothing to Superman."

"What about you?"

Bruce's movements seemed to freeze for a second, but he regained his composure quickly.

"I don't think it has anything to do with me."

"So you decided to refuse as usual?"

"I'm not coldly saying no to anything." Bruce frowned.

"Then, I wish you a pleasant meal."

Alfred didn't say anything, he put down his coffee and left.Halfway up the stairs, he couldn't help turning around and stopping.

"Mr. Bruce, although this is nonsense to you, I hope you will have a little more confidence in Mr. Kent, and in yourself. This is not so terrible, and you deserve it."

Bruce fell completely into the chair, let out a tired breath, and rubbed his aching temples with his fingers a few times.Then he raised his head slightly to stare at the pale light above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Can I?"