[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

"Superman," Batman said gravely in the comm, "you have to stop Luthor from proposing to the Joker."

Superman said with question marks all over his head that he heard every word of this sentence clearly.

But being connected together made him very puzzled.

Luther was standing on the roof of a skyscraper, well dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

A luxurious hot air balloon lay deflated not far away, and several employees were busy inflating it.

At the end of the balloon, the two-person basket was stuffed with flowers.

"Where's my diamond ring?" Luther held out his hand and asked arrogantly.

The assistant immediately took the box containing the diamond ring with both hands.

Luther opened the box, revealing a ring with a hundred carats of diamonds inside.

Under the sunlight, the diamond ring reflected a strong light, printed on Luthor's head, and was reflected a second time.

For a moment, Luthor's head and the diamond shone brilliantly together.

cause serious light pollution.

He frowned, closed the lid, and gently threw it back: "It's too small, it doesn't fit, change it to a bigger one."

At this moment, Superman landed in front of him: "Luther."

"What brought you here?" Luther looked at him alertly, "I haven't done anything recently."

Superman looked at the flamboyant hot air balloon, paused, and replied, "I don't think it's 'did nothing'."

"God," Luther stroked his forehead, "how come even you, an alien, can't get rid of the worldly prejudice? Everyone is nagging in front of me today, 'ah, Mr. Clown proposed ',' Mr. Luther, you can't do this' Barabara ... as if I get married will let them die. "

Pointing to Superman's nose, he accused: "Do you love me that much? You just can't stand me being happy!"

Superman choked momentarily.

What kind of conversation is this between a rebellious teenager and his wretched old father!

"How do you think this is happiness?" He couldn't believe it.

"Why not? I'm getting married." Luther said confidently, "Who wouldn't be happy on a honeymoon?"

"That depends on who you marry," Superman replied.

And kind woman, newlyweds, OK.

And kind man, newlyweds, OK.

With the clown... newlyweds... hiss...

A bunch of news headlines about major social crimes, tragedies, and serious cases flashed before Superman's eyes.

Even the title of the shock department and the bloody scene photos were drawn up.

Luther showed a dismissive expression, and was about to say something.

His cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and yelled after hearing a few words: "So what? What regulations did I violate? Why doesn't Arkham approve my application? Is there any law prohibiting me from proposing marriage to a clown?"

After hanging up the phone, Luthor complained to Superman aggrievedly: "I spend a lot of money every year to support this group of lawyers, and now I can't do it just to propose a marriage. When I get married, they can still help me What?"

Superman was speechless.

The lawyer team is indeed innocent, and even the important government officials are probably confused:

Who would come up with the idea of ​​proposing to the clown in a whimsical way?

However, both parties are adults and have the right to marry freely.

They didn't know how to dismiss Luther's request, let alone how to agree.

Superman put his hands on his hips and said forcefully, "I don't know what you're thinking, Luther, but you can't be together!"

Luther looked at him in surprise, and slowly, his eyes turned to him.

Superman thought he understood.

The next second, Luthor said loudly: "I see, you are here for Batman! He is jealous that I will snatch the Joker, so I asked you to come and stop me!"

Superman looked around.

Judging from the livid faces of the employees present, they might rather jump off the building now.

He pinched the bridge of his nose involuntarily, and said with a headache, "No, that's not the case."

"Are you sure?" Luther asked aggressively.

"I..." Superman recalled what happened last night, feeling guilty for some reason.

"I knew it!" Luthor slapped Superman's chest hard with his right hand, and the result was that his own hand hurt. "This is between me and Batman, and this is a private matter between rivals. You shouldn't Get involved, Superman, and get away from me!"

Luther walked to the balloon.

Superman stopped him and asked, "What about the hundred atomic bombs?"

Luther replied frankly: "That is my sincerity to this marriage."

"You'll take Gotham—you'll destroy the whole planet!"

"How could it be?" Luthor crossed his arms and sneered, "It was just a celebration fireworks on the proposal day. Do you know how much this order cost me?"

He shook his head: "No, I can't say that, the value of true love is immeasurable."

Superman couldn't take it any longer.

Superman called quickly, and his voice was a little weak: "I... held Luther back."

Batman: "How did you do that?"

Superman: "I can't stop him from proposing to the Joker, he's a free adult so I knocked him out. Maybe you can make the Joker refuse him too."

Batman: "..."

Superman: "Rao, this statement makes me feel like we're breaking up a relationship."

"A bad relationship." Batman corrected him dryly, "It involves a 'world-destroying fireworks' and countless disasters."

Batman cuts off the comm.

Now that Superman has stopped Luthor, it's his turn to undo the superficial impact of the incident in Gotham.

He called again.

Not long after, Bruce Wayne bought back all the advertising screens in the city with three times Luthor's bid, and replaced the earth-shattering marriage proposal with a new subtitle:

Hahaha, Happy April Fool's Day, Mr. Luthor! ! !

—Signed: Bruce Wayne.

He couldn't think of anything else to say.

However, the citizens have always seen that funerals are not too grand.

"It's still early until April Fool's Day." They talked one after another.

"It seems that there must be something hidden in it." They speculated in groups.

Luther woke up suddenly, screamed and got up, sweating coldly, and found himself lying on the big bed.

Turning his head, he saw Superman standing by the bed with folded arms, looking at him seriously.

"What did you do to me? What's wrong with me?" Luther quickly wrapped the quilt tightly.

Superman explains: "Calm down, you... black out for a while."

"Well, I had a nightmare," said Luther, wiping his sweat, "I dreamed that I proposed to the Joker."

He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I actually get scared like a child because of a nightmare."

"Uh," Superman's eyes faltered for a while, then he looked at him squarely, and said, "That's not a nightmare."

Luther looked at him in surprise.

"You did propose to the Joker," Superman explained further, "on the billboard in Gotham."

Luther looked at him in horror.

"You must help me, Superman!" Luther chased after Superman, begging bitterly.

"You told me earlier to 'stay away from you and mind your own business'." Superman reminded him as he walked towards the gate, "You also said that you and the clown are true love and should not be profaned."

Luthor let out a gasp and struggle like a heart attack: "No, that's not my intention! Please, Superman, you can't leave me!"

He grabbed Superman's cloak violently and roared: "If I don't want to correct this, I will definitely die, or life would be worse than death!"

Superman easily dragged the Luthor-shaped pendant for a few steps, sighed, turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I wonder if we can transfer this matter to Wayne?" Luther assumed hopefully.

Superman turned around and left.

"No, no, no, I'm joking!" Luthor quickly corrected, "As long as there is a press conference, I will explain that I was just framed, and you will testify for me."

"The one hundred atomic bombs?" Superman reminded him slowly.

"Of course I'll return it!" said Luthor in disgust. "Why should I pay a fortune for something that's giving me trouble?"

"Your latest evil plan?" Superman continued to remind him.

"Oh," Luther lamented, "now it's your turn to make terms with me, isn't it?"

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