[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The moment he saw Alfred's name on the phone screen, Clark connected to Alfred's call. Alfred rarely called him at night, so when Clark saw Alfred When the name appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Because of the panic caused by worry-Clark knows what kind of city Gotham is. They disappear from sight.

Cops want vigilantes arrested, criminals want vigilantes gone.

Booth caught a trace of anxiety from Clark's tone. When Clark answered the phone, he didn't even greet the person on the other side. He asked directly, "Is he all right?"

Clark's super hearing swept across the city at this moment, focusing on the manor on the outskirts of Gotham. He was with Tempus and Booth, so Clark didn't look over there. Clark heard the sound coming from the Wayne Manor Batcave. Clark breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of a strong heartbeat.

Alfred's calm and deep British tone rang on the phone, and he said, "Mr. Kent," the butler's voice was usually unhurried, but Clark clearly caught a little worry from it, Alfred said : "If you ask about Master's body, Master Bruce is fine."

If there is nothing wrong with the body, is it a mental problem?

Sure enough, Alfred said: "But I'm afraid, the master is in a very bad mood at this time."

"Why?" Clark frowned, and then asked, "Because of Joe Chill?"

"Yes, Mr. Kent," said the steward, "Joe Zill shares a cell with Carmen Falconi in prison, and Zill said he is willing to testify in court in exchange for early parole. If he doesn't If there is an accident, at the parole hearing the day after tomorrow, Joe Chill will be allowed to be released from prison."

"Mr. Kent..."

Clark interrupted Alfred, he said bluntly: "I see, Alfred, I'll come right over."

"Thank you, Mr. Kent," Alfred said.

"You never have to say thank you, Fu," Clark said, before hanging up.He stood up and said to Booth and Temples: "I'm sorry, my friend has something to do, I have to go see him... We will meet again when we have a chance." As he spoke, Clark glanced at the table number, he Without even waiting for the two to answer, they hurried out.

At the cash register, Clark paid the bill, his attention completely focused on the man in Wayne Manor.

The man's heart was beating a little faster than usual, and he was clearly in a state of extreme agitation, and there was no keyboard tapping, no Batmobile roaring, no other superfluous sounds around him.

Clarke knew very well that if the murderer who killed Bruce's parents, the villain who caused the tragedy of Bruce's entire life, whether it was really allowed by the law or mixed with the hands of some muddy waters in Gotham, got out of prison How painful it would be for his friend to be free.

He had to consider what extreme choices Bruce would make in this situation.

Under the cover of night, Clark descended from the sky. He sat silently in front of the gate of Wayne Manor. Alfred was waiting for him at the gate with folded arms. Alfred's expression was clearly seen, the old butler made no secret of his concern for his master.

The moment Clark landed on the ground, there was a barking sound of "Wow, woof, woof" in the manor—Xiao Krypton heard his master's movement, and "Wow, woof, woof" almost broke out.

The dog barked for a long time but no one came, and the more he barked, the more wronged he became.

"Mr. Kent..." Alfred wanted to say something, but he stopped, and he said, "The master is in the bat cave."

"Hmm." Clark raised his hand and landed on Alfred's shoulder, patted it lightly, and stepped forward, passing Alfred by the shoulder.

Alfred heard Clark's footsteps disappearing at the corner of the stairs, he took out the handkerchief from his pocket, touched the corners of his eyes with the corner of the handkerchief, and said with a bit of self-mockery: "I'm still getting old."

"Woof, woof, woof," the neglected dog barked very sadly.

Clark went upstairs, walked through the corridor into Bruce's study, walked to the piano by the French window, bent down and struck a few keys, and there was a mechanical sound on the bookcase facing the piano, and the hidden door opened.Clark walked into the elevator in the secret door, pressed the start button, and the fingerprint scanner on the start button automatically activated, and the elevator hidden behind the bookshelf fell straight towards the underground cave.

Clark looked through the steel plate of the elevator and looked straight at Bruce, who was leaning on the chair in front of the computer. As if his strength had been drained, the man raised his hand to cover his forehead and closed his eyes tightly.The elevator stopped in the Batcave, the elevator doors opened automatically, and the elevator issued a female electronic voice "Landing Permission", but the person leaning in the chair seemed to hear nothing.

Clark exhaled a trace of air from his nose. He could see clearly that the warning light of the bat computer indicating that someone had entered the Batcave had long since gone out, and the owner of the Batcave was just leaning back on the chair. Clark stepped heavily and walked behind Bruce. , he raised his hand, along Bruce's shoulder, slid it on the back of his neck, and squeezed it gently——

With a pinch and a release, Bruce's tense nape muscles loosened.

Bruce raised his head and opened his eyes, with a little surprise in his words, and his performance couldn't be more natural, he said, "Why are you here?"

"Tsk," Clark said, "you go ahead, B." Clark couldn't believe he didn't know he was coming.

No matter who needs company, it's just that this person's request for company is a detour.

Clark passed another chair in front of the bat computer and sat next to Bruce, without speaking or trying to appease him. He knew exactly what Bruce was thinking now, and Clark knew very well that his presence was enough to accompany his best friend.

"You know, what was I thinking just now, Clark?" Clark didn't answer, and the two looked at each other, and Bruce said a little abruptly: "During the time I was in the League of Assassins, you paid attention to me, you know that I learned in that place What, right?" Clark nodded.

But Clark remained silent. He knew that the person in front of him only needed someone to confide in. He needed to pour out his almost overflowing anger to someone who knew him deeply—to confide in the overwhelming anger that almost drowned him in the abyss. in anger.

Bruce leaned on the chair, his body was extremely relaxed, Clark heard his heartbeat calm down, and Bruce's tone was also very calm, Clark hooked his lips in an indiscernible manner, and after seeing him, his best friend said this Relaxed as if, Bruce said slowly: "Just now I sat here and carefully and carefully planned what I should do with Joe Zill if he was released on parole."

Clark's super hearing spread, and the sound of the whole city exhausted his ears in an instant. He heard something, and Bruce fell into his almost out-of-control emotions, and didn't notice Clark's slightly frowning and loosening brows.

"From which route, which car, which street from the courthouse, which corner was not monitored, kidnapped him, tortured him in which warehouse, and killed him by what method," Bruce put his hand on his forehead. : "I planned a kidnapping very carefully, imagined a torture very carefully, and planned a murder very carefully."

"I want to kidnap him, I want to torture him, I want to punch him in the face with my fist until he vomits blood until he dies, I want to torture him, I want to kill him," Bruce closed his eyes With that said, Clark pursed his lips, and Bruce continued: "But I won't do that, and I can't do that, I can only be angry with myself."

"I'm the richest man in Gotham, Clark," Bruce said with complete frustration in his voice, "but I can't even affect this simple parole meeting, a criminal who killed two extremely innocent civilians the day after tomorrow I can get out on parole and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Our damn principles are strangling me, Clark, I have no right to deprive anyone of their lives, I don't want to be a saint, I want to kill him! I really want him to die!" Master Bruce dropped his hand, Fu raised it again, covered his face, and finally cursed: "Shit! Damnshit!"

Bruce opened his eyes and looked at Clark, who was sitting upright across from him. Clark sighed softly and said, "You are a noble person, B." Clark paused, and continued, "You did your best." Clark was very calm on the face, but he was a little uneasy in his heart. After hesitating again and again, he still swallowed what he heard.

"Yeah," Bruce repeated, "I tried my best, Alfred said that, Rachel said that, you said that, and what was it, I just stopped at that goddamn red line pace!"

"Rachel is here today. She heard that I was back and came to see me," Bruce changed the subject, sat up straight, and continued: "She wants me to say hello to you for her, and she will attend Joe the day after tomorrow." .Zill's hearing."

Clark exhaled a bit of air from his nose. The three of them always played together in childhood, but they didn't know when, the two of them and Rachel drifted away. In their memory, Rachel was still the girl with a bright smile, But in fact, Rachel is already a young and promising prosecutor in Gotham City, and a guardian of the law who has seen too much darkness.

And the two of them once played the marriage game with Rachel, one played the groom and the other played the best man, the other pretended to be a playboy who was outside the crimes of Gotham, and the other was stationed far away from Gotham in a place completely different from Gotham. in the city.

There was a sound from the elevator leading to the Bat Cave, and Alfred came over with a tray. On the tray was a teapot with black tea and two tea cups. Alfred put the cups on the table of the Bat Computer , poured deep red black tea overflowing with tea fragrance from the tilted teapot, Clark picked up the teacup, and Alfred asked, "Mr. Kent, are you resting in the manor today?"

"Of course." Clark said, Clark was about to say something.

Bruce said suddenly, "I'll go up and take a rest, Ah Fu, call me when it's time for night watch."

"Okay, Master Bruce." The two people who stood and sat watched Bruce's figure disappear around the corner of the elevator, and Alfred put away a little untouched black tea and was about to leave.

Clark grabbed the corner of Alfred's clothes, just like when he was young, he asked Alfred when he encountered a problem. He pursed his lips and said sullenly: "I..."

"Did you hear something, Mr. Kent?" Alfred bowed slightly, Clark's eyes widened a little, and the old butler saw Clark's reaction - it was obviously an affirmative answer.With simple reasoning, the butler knew that Clark must have heard news about Joe Chill.

Clark followed the direction of Alfred's finger and saw the hidden camera above the bat computer. Clark pursed his lips, and Alfred saw Bruce's unnoticed reaction through the camera. Alfred asked again: "Someone Do you want Joe Chell's life?"

Clark nodded, and Alfred straightened up. The old butler was wise and mature after years of precipitation. He asked, "Don't you want his life, Mr. Kent?"

"I think," Clark said, looking away, "...I might even throw him into the sun and destroy him."

"That's it, Mr. Kent, you must not kill people," Alfred's tone was unusually calm, and Clark could hear the joy in the calm, Alfred said: "But you don't have to save him, we hope Master the day after tomorrow can convince the judge not to allow him parole."

"The bed is already made," Alfred continued to work as a housekeeper, "Or do you want to eat some cookies here?"

"It's all here," Clark said, "I'll just eat some cookies here." By the way, I'll be Batman's technical support.

Alfred exhaled a little breath from his nose, and his laughter attracted Clark's attention. He stared at him with blue eyes, and Alfred said, "Mr. Kent, you are really partial to Master Bruce."

"Say... what are you talking about?" Clark said stiffly.

Alfred stood aside, looking at the tough-talking boy in the small town, he organized his words again: "Mr. Kent, then you are really partial to Master Bruce by scraping the red line that must not be crossed!"

Clark stared at Alfred for a second, then looked away——what's wrong with being biased, who doesn't have a biased heart?

The dog in the kennel outside the house was tired, and had given up and stopped barking—the Kryptonian dog understood that his master's partiality had already reached his armpit.

Bruce lay on the bed in the master bedroom. After a while, he took out the wireless earphones in his ears and threw them on the bedside table. He couldn't help smiling, and then he closed his eyes, taking the time to take a nap before the night watch started.

Bruce is used to the injustice and darkness of this city, but as long as there is one person who favors him so much, he can get enough pleasure.