sinovels Chapter 392
Chapter 392
A pair of lovers getting along like this may seem a bit weird to outsiders, but Carl feels that anyone who knows the complicated relationship between him and Lex will forgive him for choosing to get along.
What he meant was, of course, that he wasn't arrogant enough to think that his chosen mode of relationship was the best.
But the way he chose to get along was indeed the safest.
Safety is very important, so the way he chooses to get along is really suitable.
It's just that there is no need to say these words to others, and it would be inappropriate to say them to anyone, even if the person listening to him is his good friend.
Complaining to a friend about one's lover is also not in Carl's ideology, although he does... well, he does feel like complaining, and he doesn't mind admitting in his own heart that he does too.
But the key to being a human being is whether you can tolerate inappropriate thoughts and block your inappropriate emotions.
People can think wildly in their minds (for a mind-reading person, reading other people's minds is probably almost hopeless torture, which is the biggest reason why Carl always has strong respect for Charles), but people can't do whatever they want --Right?
There's a big difference between thinking about it in your head and actually doing it.
Especially when Lex's thinking is so unpredictable, it is too difficult to accurately judge what he is going to do next, and Carl has to make all his actions cautious.
Serena's proposal sounded full of temptation. She seemed to have put forward a very constructive suggestion, but Karl still felt in a dilemma. Please, this is not an ordinary couple quarreling!
Lex is not like Serena, Serena and Bruce will just push Bruce off a tall building, or give him a paw so hard that Bruce almost loses his life; Carl slapped his hands (although he never gave up on killing Superman), but Lex would cause several serious accidents, taking the lives of innocent people to vent his anger... which is much worse than what Serena did.
Carl has a headache.
He bid farewell to Serena in a low mood. The other party seemed to find his dejected look very funny, and sweetly asked him if he wanted to stay at her house temporarily——
"Anyway, I won't be going back anytime soon. You know, I have to hide for a while after doing bad things to avoid the limelight."
Carl declined quickly and politely.
He returned to Wayne Manor, Bruce was sitting in the living room, beside Dick who hadn't changed his Robin suit, he danced and boasted to Bruce about his actions, Bruce listened intently, did not speak praise, but had a smile in his eyes .
"Carl!" Dick cried. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day."
"He did something bad," Bruce said.
"What? He never does bad things." Dick looked nervously at Carl, then at Bruce's expression, "What bad things did he do?"
Bruce said heavily, "A date with my girlfriend."
Dick opened his mouth wide.
"Hey!" Carl protested loudly, "That's not even a date! I just hung out with her!"
In the middle of the night, the kind of lonely men and widows.
Carl's voice trailed off: "...well, that sounds like a date."
Dick left the living room without a word, feeling that he should not listen any longer.
"Don't worry, I won't be jealous of your relationship." Bruce said ramblingly, and Dick's shadow shuddered on the floor before disappearing quickly around the corner of the stairs, "Besides, you're too decent, she Not interested in you."
"I think she likes me a lot." Carl walked over to the armchair and sat down, "but honestly she gave me a weird feeling. Usually women don't treat me like that, like I'm still a Like a child."
Strictly speaking, since he reached puberty, no woman would treat him like this, even those strange female teachers whom Alexander found from nowhere, after his shoulders slowly opened and his chest gradually thickened , would involuntarily show an ambiguous smile at him.
Bruce didn't comment on Carl's words.
"You shouldn't have let Lex in," Carl began to accuse, "Don't look around, I know you put it in, or at least you must have said hello to Arver—you really said hello to Arver! How could you do this without my permission!"
"He used normal means to enter the door." Bruce said that I don't take the blame, "There seems to be no reason to keep a guest out."
Carl rolled his eyes sharply.
He put his head on the back of the soft sofa unhappily, with a gloomy expression, even those who are not familiar with him can realize that his state is a bit sluggish.
"..." Bruce's lips opened and closed, but no sound was heard, and Carl guessed that Bruce should be asking about his status.
"I feel bad." He just mumbled, "Don't worry, a little after-effects of coming back from the dead."
"..." Bruce was still talking.
"It's not a big problem. I've had a full set of checks after I came back... Relax, it's a resurrection from the dead. You can't expect such a good thing to come without any price, right?"
"...you should go back to Metropolis." Bruce's voice finally became clear. "Gotham City is not good for you. There is a lack of sunlight here, and that's what you need most."
"I've made a deal with Alexander, he'll pick me up tomorrow." Carl yawned sleepily, "It's weird, I thought you'd ask me to stay for a physical examination—" He was suddenly alert, "—or did you already examine me when I first arrived?"
Before Bruce could speak, Carl changed the subject nonchalantly: "Whatever. You know I hung out with Catwoman tonight, right? Sounds like you've been talking to her about your life a lot. Doesn't she talk to me?" Said a lot."
"go to sleep."
"While I'm done," Carl said, "we were talking about you and your hopelessly manipulative nature, and Serena was so upset about it, she said she was fed up with your machismo, your Dark, neurotic, and demanding of her... oh, I edited her words a bit, but I'm sure I captured her core ideas beautifully..."
Dick didn't know when he slipped over again. He had already put on his pajamas, and was looking curiously at Carl, who was clearly half awake and half asleep.
"He looked super tired," he said.
"He is," Bruce said, gently lifting Carl up. "You should go to bed."
"I don't have class tomorrow." Dick followed them up the stairs, tapping his feet, sounding carefree. "Can I walk with him tomorrow? I want to see Connor."
"Carl said Connor can't control his strength yet. You're going to get hurt."
"Connor is only five years old! He is growing up every day, so his strength is also growing. For ordinary people, this process may be so subtle that it is difficult to notice, but for a half-Kryptonian, it must be controlled well. It's not easy to be yourself." Dick curled his lips, "If he controls himself well - he will grow up!"
"Even if he grows up, you are still an older brother."
Bruce puts Carl on the bed.
"I know," said Dick excitedly, "but a six-year-old brother is not the same as a sixteen-year-old brother. The former is an innocent baby and the latter is a rebellious adolescent. Don't tell me you don't know these two things. difference between the
"When Carl wakes up, you can ask him."
"He'll agree to take me there." Dick was confident.
When Bruce pulled the quilt on Carl, he rushed out of the room happily, even his back was full of joy.
"...You have to treat Serena better." Carl said suddenly, his voice sounded sober.
"I'll take care of this myself."
"I know, but you're going to screw things up." Carl laughed. "I mean it, Bruce, how lucky are you to find a fatherless, unencumbered, skilled Good enough to get out of your hands without letting go, and a woman who doesn't just want to sleep with you, but wants to have a stable long-term relationship with you? Come to think of it, she's crazy enough - even crazy enough to I accept your proposal."
"We're not there yet."
"A matter of time." Carl said dreamily, "A matter of time...Of course, the premise is that you have not broken up."
"What did she tell you?"
"She loves you so much. She loves you enough to change herself for you. Not me, you lucky bastard—you really messed things up. You make her think you just want her to be nice girl."
Bruce opened his mouth, and a long breath filled the room.
Carl fell asleep.
There were no dreams to disturb that night, and Karl slept soundly.He woke up at eight o'clock in the morning, with the new clothes Alfred had prepared for him by the bed.
Today's style is a bit more conventional.A three-piece gray-blue suit, a bow tie of the same color, and a pair of black leather shoes.
Carl thinks his claw-scarred clothes must have offended Alfred, and he feels a little sorry.
Bruce doesn't take care of people at all.He woke up to find himself lying on the bed with his shoes on, that's all, Bruce didn't even wipe his face, his hair was messed up, must be because when he was asked to lie down, he just messed with him. The reason for throwing it up.
All in all, Carl spent about twenty minutes in the bathroom to get his hair done. He breathed a sigh of relief and went down the stairs. Dick was reading at the dining table, and when he saw him, he waved his hand happily: "Carl!"
"If you want to go to my house, you have to pack some clothes. Alexander can also prepare, but I think you should prefer to wear familiar old clothes, especially home clothes. Old home clothes are always the most comfortable." Carl said, "Maple cookies for breakfast today?"
Too sweet for Carl.He doesn't like sweets very much.
"It's not yours, it's mine." Dick coughed. "Your breakfast was tonkatsu and cucumber sandwiches, and they looked delicious..."
"You shouldn't eat tonkatsu in the morning." Carl shook his head, "but it's okay to have a little once in a while."
He ate the maple cookies and was surprised that they weren't very sweet.