Chapter 2517: Battle for the Cloak (Forty-Seven)

Chapter 2491: The Battle for the Cape (Forty-Seven)

Clark gradually gained some influence, and President Wayne wanted to know the public response to the new policy and what the people really cared about, so he approached Clark again and used his website to collect opinions. The two gradually became working partners.

In the process of work, Clark gradually discovered that Bruce Wayne was really a good president, and possibly the best president in history. Many misunderstandings of him by the public and attacks by politicians were false, and he believed that he had the responsibility to clarify all of this.

Bruce received a lot of help from Clark in terms of public opinion. He found that this young reporter was different from most reporters. He really wanted to make the world a better place.

In addition, the secrets of Batman and Superman are old news. Who doesn't want to have a good friend who can share their superhero identity and deeds?

So they became more and more tacit, emotionally closer, and soon became good friends who could talk about almost everything.

They also had an in-depth exchange of views on the world, and then found that they were actually the same in nature. They hoped that the world would become better in a macro sense, but at the same time they paid attention to everyone and hoped to take care of their feelings as much as possible.

Coupled with their cooperation in business, they soon became comrades with common aspirations, sublimating their original friendship into revolutionary friendship.

But just when their relationship was good, Batman was attacked. Clark wanted to rush to save him the first time he heard the news, but he was also attacked on the way.

Clark didn't actually know what attacked him, but he knew that thing must be very dangerous, so even if the first hit was not fatal, if Clark let go at that time, he might still have the energy to continue flying, but he was worried that the thing would fall and hurt ordinary people, so he finally chose to fall with it.

But affected, half asleep and half awake, Clark was full of guilt. If Batman really died because he didn't go, he would never forgive himself.

After hearing this story, Spider-Man was silent for a long time, but he still said: "If Batman knew the truth, he would never blame you."

"Of course, of course." Clark muttered, "But he doesn't know, he will think that I didn't save him. He knows I have the ability to save him, but I didn't go..."

Spider-Man felt a little headache. How could this be another stubborn person? But he still has a question now.

"You don't look that strong." Spider-Man said, "At least not as strong as I heard from my friends."

Clark shook his head helplessly and said, "If this is really a dream, it makes sense. The thing that attacked me is still held in my physical hand, which will greatly weaken my spirit. Now I am no longer Superman."

Clark pursed his lips, his expression revealed a trace of bitterness, and then said, "Maybe I am not even as good as an ordinary person now, just a seemingly strong patient."

"Then is there any way to make you feel better?" Spider-Man can never bear to see others suffer. He stuffed the food in his hand and said, "Maybe eating something should help you recover some strength?"

"I'm not sure if the human way will work for me." Clark showed Somewhat frustrated, even a little self-destructive, he said: "Even if I can recover some strength, I still can't help much, this weakness is likely to last for several months."

Spider-Man looked Superman up and down and said: "If you can recover to the level of ordinary humans, you are still very strong. Isn't Batman also an ordinary person? He has also become the good president you said."

"Yes, you are right." Clark took a deep breath, sat up straight and said: "I can't give up now, I still have to save Batman. What is the matter with Batman in this dream world? Tell me in detail."

Spider-Man briefly talked about the situation that he and Jason met Batman in the gift shop that day, and talked about their views on this special Batman, which made Clark frown again and again.

"If it's true as you said, I really have to go find him. Can you tell me the address of the gift shop? I'll go there later."

Spider-Man looked at Clark with some embarrassment. It must be said that it was not surprising that Spider-Man didn't recognize this as Superman at first. Whether it was listening to other Batman's narration or Spider-Man looking at the photo himself, Superman should be a sunny, cheerful and strong person.

But the one in front of him still had a strong body, but his expression was distracted, his spirit was depressed, and his face was very pale. Judging from the standards of corpses, he was not in good condition. Could he really move freely in this heavy snow?

But Clark asked again and again, and Spider-Man never refused others, so he finally told him the address of the gift shop.

It was getting late, and Spider-Man knew that he couldn't be late anymore. After leaving the address and food, he hurriedly left to go back to school.

Clark had no appetite, but he still tried to finish the meal Spider-Man sent him. After that, the shelter gave him another meal. Although Clark could not eat it at all, he still endured the discomfort and sent all the unpalatable food into his stomach in order to recover his strength.

After eating, he took a nap for a while until the shelter began to drive people away. Looking at the homeless people waiting in line outside, Clark could not bear to stay here any longer. He felt that no matter how bad his situation was, it was always much better than these people. At least he had never heard of Kryptonians freezing to death.

Clark left the shelter and started walking towards the address of the gift shop. This was ten thousand times more difficult than he imagined. When the weather was bad, he almost never walked on the ground.

This was probably the first time in Clark's life that he felt what cold was, but he had to go and see Batman to make sure he was okay, and go now.

Such thoughts played in Clark's mind repeatedly, making him insist on walking to the vicinity of the gift shop. Just as he was about to enter, Clark suddenly felt nervous again.

No, it's okay. As long as he tells the truth, Batman will understand him. After all, they all want to help ordinary people. Clark thought that Batman would not agree to let such a dangerous thing fall on the heads of ordinary people. He will understand.

With this thought in mind, Clark walked into the store. Although it was close to Christmas, there were still no customers in the store. As soon as Clark walked in, he saw Bruce wiping behind the counter.

"Bruce..."

Clark shouted in a dry voice.

Bruce turned his head and looked. He seemed surprised that he would appear here. He stood up and frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

"I... I don't know, but I came to find you. I have to make sure you are okay. I was attacked at the time. That thing..."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Bruce interrupted him, turned around and said, "If you want to buy something, bring it over to check out. If you don't need it, please leave."

Clark was about to break. He knew that Batman would be angry because they had just exchanged ideas with each other and regarded each other as confidants. Later, he saw someone die without helping. Anyone would be angry.

"Bruce, listen to my explanation. I really didn't..."

"You don't have to save me." Bruce said, "Because you don't have the ability, you didn't expect the attack, and you didn't dodge it. You have tried your best, so you don't owe me anything."

Clark was stunned.

He stood there staring at Bruce in amazement, as if he didn't know him, and then he stammered, "Bruce, what's wrong with you? How... I mean, do you really think so?"

"Of course, you are strong, but not the strongest. The fact that you were defeated proves that you can't do it. Since you can't do it, why force yourself? You should take care of yourself first."

"What are you talking about?!!"

"I am concerned about you." Bruce lowered his eyes and said while wiping the surface of the counter, "Look at how you look now, weaker than a human. Shouldn't you heal your wounds first and then have a good rest?"

"But we don't know who attacked you yet! The world is in great danger now. We have to find a way to leave here and go back to save the earth. !"

"I said I can't do it." Bruce shook his head and said, "I'm not dead, but I'm dying. You and I are in the same situation. We have already lost, which proves that we can't do it."

"Even if I am an ordinary person without wisdom in this dream world, I owe money to the bank, and I have sick relatives to take care of. I can't make enough money even if I work three jobs a day. How can I investigate the truth?"

"And you..." Bruce looked at Clark and said, "You look no different from those homeless people who are about to freeze to death. What you need now is a cup of hot coffee and a good sleep, not walking around in the snow."

Clark was completely nailed to the spot by Bruce's words. He stared at Bruce with disbelief, trying to find even the slightest trace of him speaking in anger on his face.

But no, Bruce was not angry. His expression was very calm and his attitude was very gentle, as if he was just stating a fact.

"You're crazy, Bruce." Clark shook his head and stepped back, saying, "You're completely crazy."

"Who is crazy?" Bruce turned around and continued to clean up the shelves behind him and said, "Didn't you always warn me not to be too paranoid? The biggest manifestation of paranoia is that you have to do things that you can't do, and always want to turn the impossible into possible. This is an abnormal idea, and only a madman would think so."

"Rather than saying that I'm crazy, it's better to say that I'm cured. I've learned to accept reality, learn to accept my fate, learn not to pursue greater abilities in order to take on greater responsibilities, and admit that I can't take responsibility if I don't have the ability."

"You..." Clark seemed to be very hurt, and his blue eyes were as red as hot steel that had just been quenched.

"Leave here, Clark." Bruce said, "Find a place to have a good rest, you are no longer Superman."

Clark clenched his fists, and just as he was about to say something, the TV in the window rang.

"An urgent news interruption, the Claw Killer reappeared in Queens. This time he attacked a family of four living in the Holder Villa District. The poor little daughter became the target of the attack. The police have surrounded the villa district. Will there be good news this time? Next, please watch the live broadcast with us..."

Click, the TV was turned off, Bruce took back his hand holding the remote control, and Clark saw a trace of boredom on his face, and he was stunned again.

How could Batman show boredom when hearing about a crime? He even turned off the TV directly without watching the broadcast and caring about any news about the criminals.

I did say that he was a little too paranoid in this regard, but is this normal now?

Clark shook his head and stepped back, stumbling out the door.