[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"I felt a very unfriendly rejection."

"That's normal, after all, scientists don't like 'Playboy' very much."

Bruce glanced at Barry and Dr. Stone at the other end of the hall from the corner of his eye. He had just escaped from the reporters' chatter.Seriously, is it so surprising that he just entertained the scientists the company was planning to work with?If one day Brussy had a whim and announced that he also started playing with technology, would the media in Gotham be shocked to the point of explosion?Mr. Wayne responded with a smirk to a girl who was obviously coming to tease him, then got rid of her without leaving a trace, and slid quietly to a corner with few people on the other side.

"You should have more confidence in Mr. Allen."

"I don't distrust him." Bruce straightened his tie a little annoyed, suppressing the desire to tear it off directly.

"Then do some work that the president should do." Alfred raised his eyebrows in the Batcave, "Or go to the balcony where others can't see and send a few text messages."

"Alph..."

"Mr. Kent is a very good person, a friend worthy of... deep friendship." Alfred in the communicator stuttered a little.

"Hmph, so you're also captured by his 'Superman' enthusiasm?" Bruce's tone was full of disgust, and the noisy banquet hall made him fail to notice the pause.

"I'm just stating what's been observed."

Bruce wanted to say something more, but he saw Barry waving at him, pushing his way through the crowd.Dr. Stone was nowhere to be seen, but the smile on Barry's face indicated that things seemed to be going well.

"Oh my gosh, the crowd was scary."

Barry, who finally passed through the crowd, patted his chest exaggeratedly, as if the hall were full of beasts.

"Relax." Bruce patted him on the shoulder, "They won't eat you."

"No, they will." The young man shook his head a little dejectedly, "Sure enough, I am more suitable for working with experimental equipment."

"How's the chat with Dr. Stone going?" Bruce chose to change the subject.

"He never mentioned that kind of thing. But..." Barry looked at Bruce with hope, "But, Silas invited me to visit his personal laboratory, maybe I can find something there. This Isn't the result too bad?"

"No, you... you're doing great, Barry."

The young man's expression seemed to be lit up instantly, his eyes were bent, and there was a happy smile inside.Bruce wondered if he would cheer directly if he said a few more words of praise.

"It seems that you also have fans." Alfred snorted.

"He's a Superman fan."

Barry, who had completed the task, had already left, but Bruce, as the master, continued to hold his ground. Looking at the still noisy hall, he couldn't help but feel a little bit envious of him.

"Superman doesn't have a Batarang."

"It was just a whim of youth."

"Don't deny it, Master Bruce." Alfred's voice added a hint of teasing.

"I need to 'socialize' now."

Bruce deliberately emphasized "communication", and then turned off the communicator, he didn't want to hear Alfred's smug chuckle anymore.

However, the upturned corner of his mouth was not his usual smirk.

Silas put down the package in his hand after confirming that the surrounding area was safe.Today, he brought back experimental item No. 6-19-82 in private.Days of research had exhausted him a bit, but he couldn't stop, and neither could he.What was this thing that almost killed his son, but brought him back from the brink of death?Who made it?Where does it come from?How many hidden functions does it have?The only thing Silas can be sure of now is that it is definitely not a product of earth civilization, even if it was indeed dug out of the earth's soil.Although sometimes he questioned whether he should continue to pursue it, the thing that has been running non-stop since it was activated made him feel uneasy.

But maybe it's just an illusion of being too tired.

Silas hung up his coat and was about to make a cup of coffee. He still had a lot of work to do.There will be a visit from Allen tomorrow, and he needs to find a proper place to put his things away.And... want to tape a football game and take it to the lab tomorrow?Silas thought hesitantly.Victor was still refusing to talk to himself, if only it would make the kid happy... ok.

He stooped slightly and left the living room, not noticing the shadow hidden in the darkness behind him.