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Superman got some clothes for him from somewhere, and after Bruce put them on, he activated the transmission system of the fortress and sent the two of them out together.

Bruce only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the whole person had moved from the beautiful fortress like a snow palace to a remote alley.

Standing in the sun again and stepping into the human world again, Bruce was a little dazed.

Although he knew that this was not his world, to be able to witness such a vibrant and prosperous scene again was still a kind of happiness for a person who had just experienced life and death.

"Sorry, I heard someone calling me." Superman floated up slightly, and said to Bruce.

"I have notified him, you wait here for a while, he will come soon."

As he spoke, he floated into the air and waved his hand to Bruce as farewell.

Bruce waited quietly on the spot. After waiting for about ten minutes, a panicked man rushed in at a trot.

It was a very rustic-looking man with bulky black-rimmed glasses and a cheap suit that was one size too big, with flamboyant and clumsy movements.

He stopped in front of Bruce, supported his leg with one hand, panted heavily, and stretched out his other hand to Bruce in a friendly way, struggling with a sound that seemed to be squeezed out of the trachea He said, "Hello... ha... my name is Clark, ha, ha... Clark Kent, Superman... cough, I heard about you, you can live with me."

Bruce watched his exaggerated performance silently, and had a subtle illusion that his IQ was insulted.

He looks... so deceitful?

Let’s not talk about his exaggerated movements and poor acting skills, nor mention that the rhythm and sound of his breathing do not conform to the normal heartbeat rhythm of human beings at all. Most importantly, in his bulky and ugly lenses Underneath, those beautiful blue eyes are shining brightly, filled with the innocence, kindness and tenderness that human beings tend to lose after childhood.

The ill-fitting clothes may have greatly reduced his appearance, but there is always something that cannot be concealed, so how can it be impossible to recognize it?

But after thinking about it, Bruce didn't expose him.

He shook hands with him blankly, "Hi, Mr. Kent, I'm Bruce, Bruce Wayne."

After shaking hands with each other, Clark's breathing almost calmed down.

He happily took Bruce out of the alley, and introduced him to the shops along the way.

There were more and more pedestrians on the road, chatting and laughing in twos and threes, getting closer to the human world in Bruce's memory.

Bruce looked around as he memorized his introduction by heart.

He noticed that "Superman" was very popular here. They walked less than 100 meters down the street and saw two shops selling Superman peripherals and Superman toys.

And more shops hung real-life posters of Superman in the window. The man as handsome as a god opened his arms on the poster, smiling softly, as holy as a statue in a monastery.

People in this world seem to have an obvious complex of god worship.

Bruce thought that he usually does not agree with such ideas, and worshiping heroes as gods does not bring any benefits to human beings. Human beings are prone to stagnation due to dependence, and heroes are also easily troubled by such emotions and become restrained.

From this perspective, he is quite satisfied with his Gotham City.

Another thing is that people in this world generally have bad eyesight.

Bruce took another look at the chattering young man beside him and came to a conclusion.

He saw with his own eyes a young man avoiding Clark who almost ran into him with a look of disgust, and then staring at the Superman poster in the window with fanatical eyes, as if he wanted to rush up and kiss him.

Well, it seems that this guy can't be blamed for being big-hearted, perhaps one of the characteristics of this world is that he doesn't recognize people.

"arrive."

Clark led Bruce to the downstairs of a somewhat dilapidated house.

There is only one elevator in this building. It broke down a few days ago and no one has come to repair it.

The two climbed up to the sixth floor, and Clark opened the room on the left.

"Come in, Mr. Wayne." Clark let the door out with some embarrassment, "The house is a bit small, so don't dislike it."

It was indeed a small house. It might not look half the size of the living room in Wayne Manor, but it was cleaned very cleanly, and all the supplies were neatly placed, and it could be seen that their owners cared about them. , Every piece of equipment has been carefully maintained.

"You really brought me home?" For some reason, Bruce suddenly wanted to tease him, "Do you know who I am? Aren't you afraid that I'm a well-disguised criminal?"

"Huh?" Clark didn't seem to have thought of this question, and said in a hurry, "Hey, Superman said..."

"You trust him so much? Superman is your boyfriend?" Bruce blinked and said wickedly.

Then he saw with satisfaction that Clark's face turned red all of a sudden, and it became colorful and very beautiful in a short time.

Looking at his tangled face that wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, Bruce, who was somehow thrown out of his own city or even his own world, felt that the depression in his heart eased a little.

He laughed and walked into the house, "I'm just kidding."

Clark was relieved, but not angry.

He moved the manuscripts piled on the sofa aside to clear a place.

"Sit down, Mr. Wayne, I'll get you something to eat."

"Call me Bruce." Bruce was still looking around, habitually using his detective skills to figure out Clark's daily life when he wasn't Superman.

The conclusion that can be drawn so far is that his life is very regular, he is engaged in the newspaper media industry, he likes to read books and newspapers when he is free, and he is interested in collecting newspapers.

He probably doesn’t have any close friends or lovers, and he doesn’t keep pets, but he should like small animals very much. There are unfinished cat food and bird pecking marks on the window sill. He often feeds unknown animals here. animal.

Overall, he was an ordinary man who couldn't be more ordinary.

"Okay, Bruce, you can call me Clark." Clark looked a little happy.

He took a ham sandwich and a glass of milk from the refrigerator at the base of the wall, and a large slice of apple pie.

"You're hungry too, eat a little first, I'll cook later."