[Clark] mumbled "Huh?" and bit the remaining stem and blew on it.
A large round and fluffy dandelion instantly filled the entire sky. In front of him was a field of white pom-poms, like soft white snow, reflecting the blue sky and smoky white clouds. Bruce suspected that he was in a dream. , the joyful song like the chirping of birds came.
[Clark] exhaled another breath of cold air.
Those fluttering little dandelion umbrellas that could be blown away by the wind in an instant were all covered with a layer of ice crystals. They were attracted by gravity and fell one after another, tinkling on the cobblestone ground.
Bruce stretched out his hand, and the delicate structure of the dandelion condensed by ice crystals appeared in his slightly calloused palm.
There were no branches left in [Clark's] mouth, and Bruce knew that [he] had eaten the plant.
But [Clark] didn't think what he did was weird at all. [His] blue eyes were smiling happily, and his red lips were also curled up, as if he was looking curiously at the ice crystals in Bruce's hand. Dandelions. Already starting to melt.
Extremely weird.
Could it be that after living among humans for so long, [Clark] didn’t know that plants on the roadside were not edible, or did he only think it was OK in front of him? Previous Kryptonian tests with Clark in the Batcave did not reveal a plant-eating fetish. And why did [Clark] create this scene for him—seriously, this scene of dandelions falling from their heads?
Batman was surprised. and vigilance.
"[Clark], can I ask you why you want to eat it?" Bruce pursed his lips and pointed to the dandelions that can be seen everywhere on the lawn: "Humans eating this plant will rupture the esophagus and be unable to digest cellulose. You Why eat it?”
He stared at [Clark] curiously, but MP saw deep vigilance and suspicion in his eyes, and the shadow of Batman floated on the face of Gotham's richest man.
MP screamed: [Raman! Raman! Why are you eating grass? Wow, Superman doesn't eat grass, he's not a vegetarian, he's an omnivore, not a solar energy person. Woohoo. 】
MP rolled around in Raman's will, crying like a cat: [What to do, Batman is suspicious, we are finished! 】
It quickly suggested: [Let’s reverse the timeline and start again. You are not allowed to eat grass next time. Wow, it’s hard to make progress. 】
Raman comforted it: [Believe me, I am a high-dimensional will body with acting skills, so I am not afraid. I ate Dandelion because I had never tasted what it felt like to eat food. 】
MP was stunned: [Then you can continue eating grass, I believe you. 】
Batman was obviously stunned when he saw [Superman]. [His] eyes seemed to be lost in memories, distant and long, after a long time.
"I'm not human." [Superman] said.
[He] lost his expression, and a kind of transcendent divinity emerged from [his] face. Or maybe it was just Batman's tight illusion, because the expressionless face could only show indifference and coldness. How could there be anything divine? How does it feel?
Batman knew that [Superman] might have to show his hand and explain [his] weird behavior in the past two days.
Or maybe it's not these two days, but [Superman] has been disguised for nearly thirty years. Is [Clark Kent] a carefully forged mask? Batman wasn't sure.
"Dandelions taste good, you should try them. No, you're human."
Batman took a step back at these highly suggestive words.
He looked straight at [Superman].
Why haven’t you ever thought that [he] is [Superman]—beyond human beings? No, [he] has always been [Superman] from the moment he shines into the sun.
[Superman] has an expressionless face. Has he finally given up pretending, that friendly face?
[He] said, "It's not crispy." Bruce realized that [he] was talking about the texture of dandelion.
"As soon as my tongue almost touches the dandelion, it melts. It is hard. For humans, the branches can easily cut through the esophagus. To me, it is no different from cotton. Maybe I can only feel the crispness after eating a diamond. Crisp texture.”
Bruce took a step forward, realizing what [Superman] was going to say next.
"Isn't it?" [Superman]'s face suddenly became lively. [He] seemed to be showing a provocative smile, or maybe it was confidence. In short, he was out of the state that would scare most people.
Bruce looked at [him] intently.
"I am different from humans. There are physiological differences. If ten Newtons of force are exerted on the eyeballs, human eyeballs will explode." [Superman] gestured vaguely, and a breeze and sweet fragrance blew through Bruce's eyes.
[Superman] pointed to his eyeball again: "And a bullet hit my eyeball, and I was intact."
"I am not a powerful and flying human being in fantasy works, nor am I a saint in the doctrine recently revised by the Vatican. From a physical level, there is a gap between me and human beings, and this is a difference that cannot be resolved by understanding and tolerance. —— Have you ever imagined controlling your hair, Bruce?"
The sun shines on the aliens in front of us, who are no different from humans. However, humans cannot use the yellow sun like the Kryptonians. The staff who are so busy in every grid of Planet Daily forget to look at the sky for a while, Who would have thought that there would be an alien among them with a diligent, down-to-earth face?
Bruce squatted down and covered the slightly itchy lawn with his hands. [Superman]'s eyes were led by him past the clover, then to the foxtail grass, and finally encountered a dandelion.
He took it off.
The other hand grabbed [Superman]'s chin as fast as a falcon, and [Superman] didn't dodge, even though it was extremely slow for him.
[Superman] blinked blankly, his blue eyes covered with flickering eyelashes opening. [He] may have wanted to ask Bruce what he wanted to do, but Bruce's palm had already pinched [Superman]'s chin.
'You can break free. 'Bruce stared closely, but [Superman] made no move. [His] handsome face remained blank, but he was helpless.
Holding [his] chin with the palm of his hand and applying gentle pressure, [Superman] seemed to be aware of it.
The soft cheeks, smooth and delicate, are no different from humans, and even feel better than humans. How does this stop a bullet?
Bruce squeezed [him] with one hand and held the dandelion in the other hand, brought it up to [his] face, and asked with a smile: "Clark, can you let me see how you eat?"
While asking, at this extremely close distance, Bruce saw the fluff on [Superman]'s face swaying with the natural breeze, and the sun covering [him] with a thin layer of light.
Under this very close inquiry, or in other words, with a strong command, Bruce focused on paying attention to every detail in front of him.
Although [Superman]'s expression may be fake, and the incomparable speed makes it easy for [Superman] to disguise his expression, Bruce still stares at every corner of [Superman]'s face, and even every emotion in [his] eyes. .
[Superman] seemed to be very confused, but a look of joy flashed in [his] eyes, followed by a feeling of helplessness towards his partner.
It's like saying, okay, you're my partner, you can do whatever you want.
[Superman] opened his mouth obediently.
Bruce inserted the dandelion stem first, touching [his] moist tongue and healthy teeth.
