Chapter 2480: The Cape War (47)

Clark gradually gained some influence, and President Wei En wanted to know the public response to the new policies and the issues that the public truly cared about, so he found Clark again. With the help of his website to collect opinions, the two began to gradually become work partners.

In the process of working, Clark gradually discovered that Bruce Wei En was truly a good president, and possibly the best president in history. Many misunderstandings of the public towards him and attacks by politicians towards him 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 little reporter was different from most reporters; he truly wanted to make this world a better place.

Plus, the secret of Batman and Superman was an old story. Who wouldn't hope to have a good friend who could share their superhero identity and what they had done?

Thus, they became more and more tacit, and emotionally became more intimate, soon becoming good friends who were almost able to talk about everything.

On the view of this world, they also conducted in-depth exchanges, and then discovered that in essence, they were the same. They hoped that this world would become better macroscopically, but at the same time paid attention to everyone, hoping to take care of their feelings as much as possible.

Plus the cooperation in their careers, they soon became comrades with common aspirations, sublimating the original friendship into revolutionary friendship.

But just when their relationship was going well, Batman was attacked. Clark, upon hearing this news, naturally wanted to rush to save him, but was also attacked on the way to rush over.

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

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

After listening to this story, Spider-Man was silent for a long time, but he still said, "If Batman knew the truth, he would absolutely not blame you."

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

Spider-Man felt a headache. How come there was another one who got into a dead end? But he still had a question now.

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

Clark shook his head helplessly and said, "If this is really a dream, it explains it. The thing that attacked me is still being held in my body by my flesh. That will significantly weaken my spirit. Now I am no longer Superman."

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

"Then is there any way to make you feel better?" Spider-Man could never bear to see others suffer. He stuffed the food in his hand over and said, "Maybe eat something? It should be able to restore some strength, right?"

"I'm not sure if the human way is effective for me." Clark appeared a bit frustrated, and even a bit self-abandoning. He said, "Even if I can restore some strength, I still can't help much. This kind of weakness is likely to last for several months."

Spider-Man looked at Superman up and down and said, "If you can restore to the level of an ordinary human, you are still very strong. Isn't Batman also an ordinary person? He also became the good president you mentioned."

"Yes, you are right." Clark took a deep breath, sat up straight, and said, "Now I can't give up yet. I still have to save Batman. Tell me in detail about how Batman is also in this dream world."

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

"If it is really as you said, I really have to find him. Can you tell me the address of that gift shop? I will go later."

Spider-Man looked at Clark with some difficulty. It had to be said that it wasn't strange that Spider-Man didn't recognize this as Superman at first. Whether it was from the description of other Batmen or Spider-Man's own photos, Superman should be a sunny, cheerful, and strong person.

But the one in front of him, although still having a strong body, had a dull expression, listless spirit, and a very pale face. By the standard of a corpse, it wasn't a very good quality one. Could he really move freely in this snowy weather?

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

It was getting late, and Spider-Man knew he couldn't be late again. After leaving the address and food, he left in a hurry to go back to school.

Clark had no appetite, but still tried his best to eat the pancakes Spider-Man sent. After that, the shelter issued another portion of food. Although Clark couldn't eat it at all, in order to restore his strength, he endured the discomfort and sent the not-so-delicious food into his stomach.

After eating, he took a short nap until the shelter started driving people away. Looking at the homeless people waiting in line outside, Clark couldn't bear to stay here anymore. He felt that no matter how bad his condition was, it was always better than these people. At least he had never heard of a Kryptonian freezing to death.

Clark left the shelter and began to walk 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 experienced what it meant to be cold. But he had to go and take a look at Batman, confirm that he was okay, and go now.

This kind of thought played in a loop in Clark's brain, making him persist until he walked to the vicinity of the gift shop. Just as he was about to enter, Clark suddenly felt nervous.

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

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

"Bruce..."

Clark shouted in a dry voice.

Bruce turned his head to look. He seemed very surprised that he would appear here. He stood up and frowned, saying, "Why are you here?"

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

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

Clark was almost broken. He knew Batman would definitely be angry, because they had just exchanged ideas before and regarded each other as confidants, and later he didn't save him. Anyone would be angry at this.

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

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

Clark was stunned.

He stood in place, staring at Bruce, as if he didn't know this person, and then he stuttered, "Bruce, what's wrong with you? How can you... I mean, do you really think so?"

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

"What are you talking about?!!"

"I am caring about you." Bruce lowered his eyes, wiping the surface of the counter while saying, "Look at what you look like now, even weaker than humans. 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 huge danger now. We have to find a way to leave here quickly and go back to save the Earth!"

"I said it couldn't be done." Bruce shook his head and said, "I didn't die, but I was on the verge of death. Your situation is about the same as mine. We have already lost, which proves that we couldn't do it."

"Even in this dream world, I am an ordinary person without wisdom, owing the bank money, and having sick relatives to take care of, working three jobs a day and still not having enough money. 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, instead of stubbornly walking around in the snow."

Clark was completely nailed to the spot by these words of Bruce. He stared at Bruce with unbelievable eyes, wanting to find even a trace of evidence on his face that he was saying angry words.

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

"You're crazy, Bruce." Clark shook his head and retreated, saying, "You've gone completely crazy."

"Who on earth is crazy?" Bruce turned around to continue tidying up the shelves behind him and said, "Don't you always warn me not to be too paranoid? The greatest manifestation of paranoia is doing things that can't be done, always thinking about turning the impossible into the possible. This is an abnormal thought. Only a madman would think this way."

"Rather than saying I'm crazy, it's better to say I'm cured. I've learned to accept reality, learned to resign myself to fate, learned not to pursue greater ability for the sake of greater responsibility, and admitted that if I don't have the ability, I can't bear the responsibility."

"You..." Clark seemed to have suffered great damage, and those deep 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. Just when he wanted to say something, the TV in the display window rang.

"Breaking news, the Claw Murderer has appeared in Queens again. This time he attacked a family of four living in the Holder villa area. The poor little daughter became the target of the attack. The police have surrounded the villa area. Will there be good news this time? Next, please watch the live broadcast with us..."

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

How could Batman show annoyance when hearing about crime? He even turned off the TV directly, didn't watch the broadcast screen, and didn't care about any news related to criminals.

He himself had indeed warned that he was too paranoid in this regard, but is it normal to be like this now?

Clark shook his head and retreated, stumbling out of the door. ===== CHAPTER 2481 =====