The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

When Bruce returned to Clark's rented house with the re-bought dinner, Clark had already returned.

Although he tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, Bruce could tell at a glance that his face was pale and his body was floating, and he looked like he would collapse on the ground at any moment.

"How are you?" Bruce put the dinner on the table and put Clark in his arms.

The little reporter completely lost his usual sunshine and vigor, and his whole body seemed to wither.

"I'm fine, just take a rest." Clark turned pale and struggled to the side of the bed.

Bruce understood and led him to the bed.

This position is the place with the best lighting in the whole room. Although the sky is getting dark, the afterglow of the setting sun can still shine through the glass.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bruce felt that Clark's face, which was bathed in the sun, looked a little better.

"Terrorist incidents occurred around the Daily Planet in the afternoon. I was nearby at the time and was affected." Clark explained in a low voice.

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said deliberately, "Then I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need!" Clark quickly refused.

If the needle broke on him by then, he couldn't explain it.

In fact, Clark should have returned to the Fortress of Solitude instead of staying here.

There are professional medical equipment and robots, and intelligent AI who is familiar with the body structure of Kryptonians. Only there can he receive sufficient treatment and recover in the shortest time, instead of relying on this little weak The sun hangs itself.

But he just didn't want to.

It may be that when a person feels uncomfortable, he becomes particularly vulnerable psychologically. He has stayed on the earth for too long, and he has also acquired this habit of human beings.

He just didn't want to go back to the cold and pure white North Pole, and he just didn't want to stay alone in the lifeless Fortress of Solitude, lying in a coffin-like medical cabin.

The life that he could easily adapt to or even take for granted before became unbearable, especially when he thought that someone at home was waiting for Clark to go back. Before the super brain could react, his body had already run back to the rented place in the house.

"why are you not going?"

"I'm dizzy with needles." With a muddleheaded brain, he couldn't think of a more brilliant idea. Clark made an excuse casually, and vowed in his heart that if the bad guy in front of him dared to make fun of him with this point, he would definitely charge his rent.

Fortunately, Bruce did not continue to ask.

Clark vaguely heard the sound of footsteps walking away, followed by the sound of flipping pages.

With this lullaby-like sound, Clark gradually fell asleep.

The next day was sunny and fine, and the warm sun's rays gave Clark new strength. He felt that his body was gradually recovering—at least it was much better than yesterday.

Clark stretched and sat up, but when he looked at the opposite bed, he found that there was no one there.

He quickly turned his eyes away, but found Bruce reading a newspaper on the sofa.

He froze for a moment, got up and got out of bed, "Why did you wake up so early today?"

"Wait for you." Bruce said lazily.

"Eh???"

"Can you contact Superman?"

"You're looking for Superman?"

"It's time for him to return the things I left with him."

Clark froze for a moment before realizing he was referring to the uniform he wore and the cool plane he flew when he came into this world.

The problem of the uniform is easier to solve. He asked Bastion AI to repair it very early on, but that plane...although it belongs to the relatively small category, it is still a plane!Where will I put it after I get it! !

"Okay, I'll try." Clark agreed in distress.

"Hmmmm~"

"You want to wear that dress again, don't you?"

Clark looked at his back and asked suddenly.

"Someone helped Superman yesterday, it was you."

Bruce yawned again, and slumped lazily on the sofa, "Does it matter?"

"You are a hero." Clark said sincerely.

"No." Bruce refused again.

"You are." Clark insisted.

"Little boy, are you sure you want to waste such a good time arguing with me about these meaningless things?"

"Why is it meaningless, you deserve it!" The small town boy became stubborn.

He knew very well what the battle yesterday meant to a mortal human being—he could die at any time without leaving any bones.

Seeing that Clark's bloody face turned pale again because of anger, Bruce gave up arguing with a headache, "Don't talk about me, I haven't asked you yet, what happened yesterday?"

"Actually, I don't know too well." Speaking of this matter, Clark's hard-earned momentum suddenly disappeared, and he looked like the poor little reporter from the country again, hesitatingly said, "I heard from them that the metal man was planning an attack near the Daily Planet, and Superman arrived in time to stop him. I was too scared and hid in the changing room of the newspaper. I didn't expect to be affected by their fight. Then it was Superman who sent me back."

"Is he badly hurt?"

"Ahaha...he's Superman..." Clark wanted to confuse him, but he was defeated by Bruce's sharp gaze, and said dejectedly, "Probably."

He couldn't figure out why Bruce's handsome face looked so scary.

"One last question." Bruce said, "Are you still going to work today?"

“上班？啊啊啊啊上班啊！！！！”克拉克这才注意到墙上挂表指向的数字，超贫穷人在又一次迟到就要彻底与奖金说拜拜的阴影下几乎瞬间满血复活, He grabbed the slice of bread on the table and ran out.

Clark trotted all the way to the station, but when he ran out of the alley, he inadvertently saw a young man with yellow hair squatting in the corner next to him, clutching his stomach and looking pained.

His footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and finally stopped completely, and walked over.

"Hey, what's up, do you need help?"

The young man raised his head, his blue eyes were full of struggles and grievances, as if he was silently protesting against the unfairness of the world.

What happened to him?

Clark subconsciously switched back to Superman mode, looked at him encouragingly, and waited tenderly for him to speak.

With his encouragement, the young man finally struggled to stretch out a hand...

"...Is there anything to eat?"

"..."

For the first time, Clark discovered that choking people invisible is not Bruce's exclusive skill-it's just that he is hungry, or do he say goodbye with his face full of life and death? ! !

He rummaged through his bag, and gave all the slices of bread that he had brought with him when he went out to the young man. The young man's eyes were full of gratitude, and he immediately started to gobble it up.

"Thank you... ah, it's delicious... I'm going to starve to death."

With a bulging face, it looked exactly like a hamster.

"I don't know what's going on recently... ah, I'm hungry... I'm so hungry, I've spent all the money I brought, ah, ahem, my friend hasn't sent it yet."

It might be too late to catch the bus. Clark looked at his watch and decided to cheat later and fly over at super speed. He looked through his wallet again and took out another banknote from the wallet that was almost bottomed out.

He handed the money to the young man, "Here, don't be hungry anymore."

A light flashed across the young man's beautiful eyes, and he excitedly held Clark's hand, "Thank you! Thank you! I will definitely pay you back in the future!!"