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Metropolis, Daily Planet.

After a day of heavy work, Louise stretched happily and got out of the manuscript hell.

The impact of yesterday's invasion almost destroyed all walks of life in the metropolis. Most of the terrified people hid at home to get the latest information through various channels, and there was a scene of depression everywhere.

But behind this scene, the journalism industry, which has been in decline for a long time, unexpectedly prospered.

There was no one in the office, Louise walked out while kneading her sore neck, and poured herself a cup of coffee to refresh herself.

Only then did he notice that there was still a light on in the last row of the office, and a handful of black shiny hair protruded from behind the screen surrounding the desk.

Louise walked over and knocked on the glass of the enclosure, and the man who was writing quickly raised his head, and the bright light illuminated his face, making him look more energetic and radiant in the dim environment.

But Louise didn't think so. This kind of Clark reminded her of the days when the other party had just returned to the newspaper office after a trip and worked overtime crazily. Colleagues are also as gentle and enthusiastic as before, but she always feels that the other party brings her a feeling of suppressing a forced smile, and the superficial happiness has not penetrated into her heart at all.

"What's the matter, Clark?" She asked with concern, "Didn't you have a friend to take care of recently, so you can't work overtime until too late?"

Then she saw that the corners of the latter's mouth were unhappy and pursed into a straight line. Although it was only for a short moment, it was already very surprising to put it on this good old man recognized by the whole newspaper.

"It's nothing, why don't you get off work early, the old editor won't squeeze you like this." Clark didn't answer directly, but turned the topic around and turned back to Louise herself.

"Richard is taking Jason back to live with his mother tonight." Thinking of her husband and children, Louise laughed. Let’s change the environment first to calm down.”

"Why don't you go together?"

"There's still work to do, and there's a lot of manuscripts to catch up." Louise smiled again, "Richard is worried about my safety, but I don't think it's a big deal to have Superman here."

"Fortunately, you have your support..."

"Didn't you also choose to stay here and support him?"

Clark froze for a moment, then scratched his head apologetically, "Ah, yes...that's right, I mean it's fortunate that you are with me to support him, otherwise I don't know if I can persist."

Not only Louise, but also Perry, Jimmy, Kate, Mr. Anthony, Mr. Lube, Miss Vinnie, Miss Elliman, Mrs. Bucca and so on and so on.

This is not polite, he really never thought that there would be so many colleagues in Planet Daily who would choose to stay after the doomsday disaster, trusting and supporting him silently in their own way.

Louise turned around and made another cup of coffee, which she placed on Clark's table.

"Drink, drink some sweet coffee, all troubles are gone."

Clark took a sip, and sure enough, he added more cube sugar and milk, making it a bit greasy.

"I didn't expect the news queen to have a sweet tooth."

"Actually, at the beginning, Richard always felt that women would prefer sweets, but after drinking for a long time, he got used to it."

She didn't mention the ambiguous relationship between herself and Clark, and Clark didn't mention it either. They are not people who can't extricate themselves from the past. If Clark was still a little bit tangled and uncomfortable when facing Louise when he just returned to Earth, now he can face Louise with a completely peaceful mind.

Clark smiled, sincerely happy for his friend.

The two chatted for a while, and Louise took the initiative to leave.

It was too late, and she didn't plan to go back to her empty apartment, and planned to spend the night in the small lounge on the right side of the floor.

After all, she didn't ask about the friend Clark shared with him. She was a smart and sensitive woman. Clark's changing expression at that moment had told her that, whether it was good or bad, it was no longer her. It's time to interfere.

But before closing the door, she subconsciously glanced in Clark's direction again. It was this glance that she unexpectedly discovered that there was a man wrapped in a dark cloak in the shadow behind Clark at some point.

Louise almost screamed, and subconsciously wanted to rush out to remind Clark to run, but saw Clark stood up suddenly as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned around and kissed him unceremoniously.

She only saw this, and the black cloak was raised, quickly covering the figures of the two people together, he could only see two overlapping shadows cast by the light on the screen of the desk.

Louise covered her mouth subconsciously, and then swallowed back the scream that almost blurted out. She tried to move as lightly as possible, and closed the door carefully, trying not to make a sound.

Louise breathed a sigh of relief when the door was completely closed.

Unexpectedly, Clark, who is usually dull and dull, would have an office date one day, so she began to be belatedly worried about whether her concern just now would have disturbed them.

In fact, Louise really thought too much. Not long after she closed the door, Clark slapped Bruce out and walked out with a cold face.

"Wait!" Bruce yelled subconsciously.

Clark actually stopped.

People really stopped, but Bruce got stuck instead. Baby Bruce’s experience actually didn’t provide him with much experience, just like he knew that what he did this time was dishonest and he should apologize, but wearing this Pi, he couldn't say anything.

But if it was the sweet-talking Baby Bruce, Bruce would always feel that there was something missing.

"Actually... I'm very happy." After hesitating for a while, he said.

"Glad I'm not crazy."

"Do not……"

I'm sure you can do it, Bruce thought.

But "trust" is too subjective and too fragile for Batman to trust anyone.

Clark turned his back to him with a look of disappointment on his face, "Then come to me after you think it through."

No then he disappeared again.

This time Clark was completely invisible, and he couldn't see any movement with the naked eye. Obviously, he just ran at super speed.

In the empty office, only Bruce was left standing alone. The only improvement was that there was no more hole on the floor this time, and there was no other loss except that the printing paper in the room was blown up a lot by the wind.

But Bruce didn't pursue him any further, and it dawned on him that maybe Clark wanted more than an apology.

It is they themselves who chose to embark on the path of Chaoying, and chose to embrace faith and doomed sacrifice. During this long journey, they have already accepted that they and their companions may not live to die of normal old age.

Was Clark mad that he took the risk?Of course, who would want to watch the person they like go through life and death.

Could Clark not accept his risk?In fact, not necessarily, they are the same in this point, they chose this path, chose to let themselves be accompanied by danger.

Was Clark mad that he lied to himself?Of course, who likes to be lied to by someone they care about.

Could Clark not accept his deception?In fact, not necessarily, Clark is not an unreasonable person. If the situation is really necessary, even if it is replaced by him, he will do it without hesitation. After all, countless lives are tied to them, even if it is only a little bit more risk It doesn't work either.

Or angry that he didn't catch up to comfort him immediately?Don't be silly, Clark is not a love brain who loves first. From the day they decided to jointly protect the world, they both understand that the love they can give each other when they are alive will never be higher than the world. Maybe until one day, when they really embrace death, they can give their fantasy partner a nostalgic kiss at the last second before rest, and let the other party become their whole world in eternal sleep.

Perhaps Clark, who had just left the battlefield, was angry, but after such a long period of calmness, Clark should have figured out these points long ago.

What he wants is a promise.

But Bruce wasn't sure he could afford it.

It was a long time before Bruce turned his attention back to the typhoon-like office.

He picked up the papers on the floor and put them away, then hacked into all the monitoring programs near the office, and made cuts and fine-tuning of the videos and other materials, so that no matter which monitoring the security guards who went to work the next day checked, they would only see The scene where Clark leaves the newspaper office alone at night.

He even deliberately made changes in several key places, added the image of Bruce Wayne, and created the illusion that Bruce Wayne sneaked in and sneaked out through the window, preventing Louise from appearing at night on a whim. who the hell is.

After finishing this, he went back to Clark's desk and turned off the light, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a black bat holding the "S" emblem painted on a corner of the calendar.

The drawing is not accurate at all. Clark usually does not use super powers in these areas, and the little reporter himself obviously does not have much artistic talent. The bat's wings are not even the same width on both sides.

But looking at that little mark, he could almost imagine the silly smile on that guy's face as he wrote.

With a "snap", the office went dark, and no one was there.