The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

At this time, there was movement in the kitchen, and before Bruce could react, the big dog suddenly rushed over as if in a panic, grabbed the back of his neck and jumped outside.

A feeling of being watched suddenly appeared, and the door was slammed open. Superman, wearing a full uniform, squatted and opened the door, looking surprised.

The teeth that were biting the fur on the back of his neck suddenly loosened, and a voice that was almost a slap came from behind, "No...would...well..."

Bruce landed deftly, jumped up and gave it a hard paw, then ran back to the sofa.

He found that the big dog looked at a loss, his eyes were full of entanglement and collapse.

"This is...your friend?" The superman of this world turned his head to look at Bru, who was licking his fur non-stop.

Bruce stared at him dissatisfied, and tried to tell him with his eyes that "my uncle doesn't have such a stupid friend", and I don't know if he can see it.

At this moment, the big dog came to his senses and barked desperately in a circle, but it fell into Bruce's ears, and it turned into a chaotic and collapsed raving.

The cat shrugged its ears, once again confirming that this guy's shell was indeed the little reporter Clark, and Clark was the Superman of their world.

He silently moved forward the proposal to buy the Planet Daily by two priorities after he returned.

I don't know what to think of, Superman looked a little nervous, and after realizing that he was not attacked, he immediately took out his cell phone and made a call.

At this time, the big dog has calmed down, circling around him, asking who are you?What's happening here?

But apparently Superman's super power does not include talking to animals.

Bruce watched Clark's frantic actions with cold eyes, and secretly calculated when this guy would realize that his efforts were wasted.

But it's not that he can't understand it. It's really hard for people to accept calmly when watching someone who is completely different from him play his role.

Not long after, Batman in casual clothes opened the door and walked in. He glanced at Clark with a pensive expression.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my house? What's the matter with you? Your identity is going to be exposed! Find a way!!" Clark anxiously spun around, aiming at the man who opened the door and the Superman floating in the air. Barking.

But Superman didn't understand his collapse at all, and instead leaned closer, "Bruce, come on, there's something wrong with this dog, I..."

"Calm down." Bruce was interrupted by him, reached out and gently stroked his face, calming him down.

"!!!!!!"

Clark opened his mouth unconsciously, and was stimulated by the reality in front of him, as if his soul was going out of his body and was about to ascend to heaven.

The consequence of the loss of mind is that another soul that has been suppressed so hard has become active again.

The big dog jumped and ran to Bruce again, sticking out its tongue excitedly.

It wasn't until the body was almost completely studied that Clark managed to control the body again. After regaining his vision, the first thing he saw was a pair of sky blue eyes that were exactly like his own.

"It's really Kryptonian." He heard the man in front of him whisper in a sad and relieved tone.

Infected by his emotion, Clark also fell silent.

He thought of the great war, the city that was torn apart, and his people.

The picture he had just seen was suddenly squeezed out of his mind, and Clark only felt a sense of loneliness rising from his heart. He couldn't help but look up at the soft eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him.

This man was a Kryptonian too—the idea was stronger than ever.

"Maybe it also came here on your spaceship." A female voice rang out, "Maybe it fell somewhere after the spaceship was damaged, and survived by itself."

Hearing this voice, Clark, who had just been honest for a few seconds, became excited again, "Wow, woof, woof!"

Mom, why are you here? ! ! !

But no one answered him.

"Speaking of which, it came chasing Bruce." Superman said, "It thought Bruce was captured by us, so it came here to save it."

Clark stiffened suddenly upon hearing this.

At this moment, he heard a strange yet somewhat familiar voice.

"Don't be stupid, come with me, I have something to ask you."

Clark turned his head sharply, meeting Bruce's eyes.

Those are human eyes.

A cat and a dog ran up to the attic quickly, and Clark couldn't wait to ask, "Mr. Wayne, is that you?"

"It's already like this, call me Bruce."

"Okay, Bruce, please tell me what's going on?!"

"Tell me what's going on with you first?"

"I..." Clark stammered, "I don't know...this dog seems to have magical abilities..."

"Super brain." Bruce understood.

As a Kryptonian species, this dog probably has the same abilities as Superman, which means that its brain is far more developed than that of ordinary animals, and its thinking is more active. Even Superman has a hard time suppressing it completely here.

"Yes...no, no!" Clark said hastily.

As soon as he was anxious, his control over his body began to decline again, and the big dog looked at Bruce with enthusiasm again.

Bruce jumped half a step back, and said vigilantly, "Take your tongue back!"

"Yes... I'm sorry." Clark was about to cry. "This dog seems to be raised by that cat. I have been looking for him for several days. Now I can't control my emotions, and I can't help it."

Bruce didn't have time to wonder why the dog was raised by the cat. He wanted to raise one eyebrow, but failed because the cat's body couldn't do such a subtle expression.

"So you were dragged from the sky by this dog in public?"

Facing Bruce's idiot-like expression, Clark felt extremely aggrieved, "Um... I have to pay attention to avoiding the crowd and monitoring equipment."

"It seems that you have a lot of research on flying skills." Bruce said coolly.

Clark fell silent for a moment.

No matter how much he said, he understood why Baby Bruce was so unreliable in his daily performance, and the stock of Wayne Enterprises was still soaring day by day. This guy was not as easy to deal with as he seemed.

But after a while, Clark still shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, do you know what's going on?"

"How did you get here?"

"I just sent the toy man to prison... I mean, I just finished interviewing the live report of the toy man being sent to prison. When my eyes went dark, I was already in the sky."

The toy man, Bruce's heart tightened, and before he could say anything, Clark said in frustration, "I have to find a way to go back quickly, and there is a crime...the report on the crime scene is not finished, Louise must come to me again, The old editor will fire me."

Bruce does know that Metropolis has not been peaceful recently. Lex Luthor has attracted many villains and seems to be making a big move. He once chose to wait and see what happened because of his distrust of Superman, but now that he no longer struggles with these things, he also It must be admitted that if Superman is not there at this time, it is indeed a very troublesome thing.

Weighing the pros and cons, Bruce made his guess, but he changed the channel through which he came into contact with that strange powder to being sprinkled with a "love potion" bought on the black market when he was dating a beautiful woman. This Clark was convinced, and even expressed a little frustration.

Bruce watched coldly, and ticked off the message "Superman has low magic resistance" in his mind.

Bruce is not good at things related to magic, but his childhood playmate Zatanna is a very powerful magician, maybe she can be a good breakthrough.

"But I think we should be prepared." Clark said earnestly, "I think the people here are very suspicious, Superman... Let's treat him as Superman, he behaves too strangely, and how could Superman be a small town boy Well……"

Clark laughed hard, trying to distract Bruce from what he had just seen.

"I think we should stay and investigate a little bit, maybe we can get new clues."

"Ah... yes, I agree, how could Mr. Superman in Metropolis be a small-town boy." Bruce agreed, and the black cat fur covered his entire expression, so that Clark didn't notice that his performance was a little bit eccentric.

The two people with their own ghosts quickly slipped down from the attic, Superman and Batman were gone, and Martha sat in the rocking chair by the window again, holding the kitten Alfred and looking at the old photos she kept .

Clark hesitated for a long time, but in the end he couldn't stand the temptation. He couldn't help leaning close to her and gently arching the back of her hand with his nose. In exchange for a gentle kiss from Martha, his tail almost swayed into an afterimage.

He didn't notice that in the corner of the sofa, a pair of eyes had been watching him with scrutiny.

It was the first time that he was so close to this "enemy". Bruce accidentally discovered that the little reporter under Superman's skin was actually a childish person, and he was unexpectedly very satisfied. After all, the instinctive reaction of the body cannot deceive people.

In the evening, the two people who had left returned to the manor, and Clark immediately ran over as if smelling meat.

Bruce didn't remember the weird relationship between the two until he saw them. His mind froze for a rare moment, and his eyes fell on Clark involuntarily.

"Baby Bruce, I said you don't need to bring anything back." Martha took the things in her hand, and kissed Bruce affectionately on the face.

Clark, who was halfway running, didn't stop, and bumped his head on the table. The not-so-strong wooden table was smashed into pieces by him.

"Look what you've done, little rascal," Martha exclaimed.

Clark tremblingly crawled out from the debris on the ground, and the naive dog's face was full of deception.

"Maybe it's not very good at controlling it yet." Superman said, "It's okay, I'll be in charge of repairing it."

Clark looked dazed throughout the dinner time. The things in front of him were too unbelievable for this conservative little boy. He even looked a little dull, and all the planned investigation news was forgotten by him.

Bruce was rarely uncomfortable. He had never felt much about being rumored, but this time the situation was somewhat different.

I hope those two guys will be more restrained tonight, Bruce thought subconsciously, otherwise with the blessing of super vision, it is estimated that what Clark saw was the live version.