The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

This silly and sweet alien!

Bruce thought, but his heart softened involuntarily, "I found some clues, and I won't be back for a while."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Not sure yet." Bruce frowned slightly looking at the rapidly changing data on the screen, "I need to go to the scene to see."

"Call me anytime you need it." Clark said with concern.

Bruce didn't speak.

In the next few weeks, Clark returned to the days before Bruce appeared, going to work, leaving work, and saving people step by step. The only difference was that his small dormitory became an independent manor, and more time was allocated every day. to sort it out.

That weird feeling reappeared twice, and it came and disappeared suddenly, but Clark still couldn't find the reason for it. Fortress AI had already used all the inspection equipment imaginable on him, but no matter what No matter how you check his body, there is nothing wrong with him, and there is no sign of being attacked or other external injuries. The AI ​​has already extended the direction of suspicion from kryptonite to the magic mentioned in the ancient legends of the earth.

Clark was a little uncertain whether he should tell Bruce about this matter, after all, if he really had a problem, he hoped that someone would stop him immediately.

But Bruce's workload was already too great, and Clark didn't want to distract him with these unsettled matters.

Barry also came back a few times during the period, and brought some decorative trinkets.

According to him, his security work is progressing very smoothly, and he also helped the police in Central City solve several major cases in his spare time.

"A gang called the Rogue Gang recently appeared in the Central City." Barry was full of oil, and he talked endlessly, "Their leader seems to have superpowers, but I took it down quite smoothly, by the way, now I have a title, and the citizens of Midtown call me The Flash, cool!!!”

"Congratulations." Clark said with a smile.

The things Barry brought back immediately reminded Clark that Bruce bought the manor, but most of the things in the manor had become non-recyclable garbage over time, and Bruce only added some necessary items where needed. Equipment, most of the rooms in the manor are empty, even their bedroom has only a bed, a lamp and a desk, it looks like a cheap hotel, maybe he can tidy up the house while Bruce is away , give him a surprise.

Clark collapsed on the soft bed, staring at the sky outside the window while thinking.

He still has some energy involved in Bruce, following him around every corner of the metropolis.

This is also a little tacit understanding between them - when Bruce takes off the lead armor, it means that he tacitly agrees that Clark can always listen to his voice and pay attention to his movements, but Clark can't casually participate in what he is doing - This is already the biggest concession he can allow.

Of course, Clark doesn't want to go now. He knows that Bruce has tracked down several suspicious locations in the past few weeks, but almost all of them have been deserted, and some of them have even been destroyed by man-made accidents, which makes Bruce's anger It's almost reached its peak, and even Superman doesn't want to run into his bad luck at this time.

Suddenly, Clark's movement of covering the quilt paused.

In the monitor, the lazily lying person on the big bed disappeared in an instant, leaving only a human-shaped indentation on the soft mattress, just like what is described in every classic ghost story.

And in the sky of the metropolis, the child of hope turned into a stream of light, swept across the neon-lit streets within one ten thousandth of a second, and rushed into a lighted factory building in the south of the metropolis.

"boom"

The fallen cabinet crashed onto him, and he couldn't move forward even though he supported him. In the corner behind him, a small safety zone was formed, just enough to protect the knight in black intact. There.

Clark turned around immediately, "Is everything okay?"

Although he was only listening, he still had to see it with his own eyes to be at ease.

Bruce stood behind him, the exposed lower half of his face tensed, looking at him disapprovingly, looking like he was frantically swinging between teaching him and teaching him.

"Bruce?" Clark called innocently, his beautiful blue eyes were like a newborn animal.

Bruce was discouraged all of a sudden, stretched out his hand and pushed him, "Chasing."

Plan pass!

Clark made a V letter to himself in his heart, and thoughtfully used his body to carve a way through the pile of debris.

At super speed, Clark quickly caught up with the monster that attacked Bruce. It looked slimy and deformed, just like a slime in a legend.

Clark stopped one, and found that although it looked soft, it was actually very powerful, and its movements were unexpectedly sensitive, which did not match its appearance at all.

Clark fought with them for a few rounds, and he had a general judgment on their abilities in his heart, but just when he was about to take down those two things in one go, the sudden headache hit him again, and he grunted, from The roof was loaded down.

This accident happened in an instant, leaving almost no time for people to react, but soon, one of the monsters transformed into a woman again and pressed the button in his hand.

Bruce caught Clark at the last second before the explosion, and landed smoothly with the high-quality bat claws.

In the flames, he couldn't see Clark's face clearly, so he could only support him to sit on the ground, leaning his head against his shoulder armor, posing in a posture that could ensure unimpeded breathing, and then gently patted his back. The face kept calling in his ears.

"Wake up, relax... how are you?"

The feeling came and went as quickly as ever, and Clark shook his head, regaining consciousness in no time.

"Sorry." Looking at the mess all over the floor and the monsters fleeing in the chaos, Clark blamed himself.

"Put these aside for now, how about you?" Bruce said grumpily.

"I'm...probably fine...the fort has been checked and there's nothing wrong with it, I don't know..." Clark was speechless.

Bruce's expression became even more ugly, and he said sharply, "So this is not the first time."

Clark looked around in embarrassment, and subconsciously clenched his fingers, hesitating and hawing, not knowing what to say.

Bruce gave him a reproachful look, and pressed the button on his belt to recall his plane.

"Where are you going?"

Clark hurried to catch up.

"Fortress of Solitude."

"No need, this side is more important, I'm fine..."

"Supermen." Bruce stopped, looked at him with disapproval, and said to him in a stern tone for the first time, "You should have a clearer understanding of your destructive power, and it's not just yourself It is also responsible for the lives of others.”

Clark was a little sad, although he didn't know what he was sad about.

He bent down in frustration, and followed up feebly, with a low "oh".

At this moment, a ray of fire suddenly pierced the night sky.

Clark raised his head alertly for the first time, and instantly appeared at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, raising his hand to block the falling path of the meteorite.

A huge meteorite hit him, but he couldn't move forward any further. The splashing sparks exploded like fireworks, turning into a striking halo under the night.

People on the ground who didn't know the situation thought that someone had organized a fireworks show in the metropolis, and many people happily stopped to watch.

But when the second and third flaming meteorites fell from the sky and hit the metropolis, the crowd finally became agitated and realized that everything was not quite right.

Clark threw the meteorite out of his hand and hit another one like an oversized lead put.

A meteorite shower, which is nothing to Superman, in fact, after experiencing Metal Man, Luthor's conspiracy and alien invasion, this small adjustment is almost like an after-dinner pastime. The activity is as gentle and harmless as it is pleasant.

At least that's what he thought at first.