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

A figure walks alone in the wind and snow.

He was dressed very thinly, with his hands in his pockets, his cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his lips were a little purple.

But he didn't seem to feel it at all, and he still walked forward stubbornly.

In the vast snowy day, there are few vehicles, even if there are, they will not stop beside strangers.

Behind him came the sound of a horn and two lights.

A car coming from behind slowed beside him as it passed.

The driver lowered the window, revealing a young face with glasses, it was Clark.

"Merry Christmas. Where are you going? My friend," he said enthusiastically, "I can give you a ride to the next town."

The young man turned his head and stared at him closely.

This look made Clark feel uncomfortable for no reason.

The terrifying look in his eyes just passed by, making him wonder if it was his own misunderstanding.

"Thank you," the young man said in a low voice, "you are the first driver to show kindness to me, I'm just a little wary."

"Don't worry," Clark motioned him to look at the passenger seat. "My wife is here, and we're going home for Christmas... shall we talk in the car?"

The young man unceremoniously opened the car door, sat in the back row, and relaxed his legs.

"Unfortunately there's no hot water in the car," Clark continued, and said cheerfully, "If you'd like to come over to my house, my mother will make nice hot chocolate."

"I'm afraid I can't enjoy it," said the young man.

"Is your family in town?" Louise asked suddenly, watching the young man's eyebrows from the rearview mirror.

Although he was a stranger, the outline of the other party made her feel unusually familiar.

The young man didn't answer.

"Did I be too abrupt?" Louise said apologetically.

The reason she asked this was because a cloud of suspicion flashed through her mind.

Clark rounded things up: "My wife is a reporter. She has no malicious intentions, but she often suffers from occupational diseases."

"No," said the young man at last, "if I have a good time, there will be tears. I have come to collect debts."

"Debt collection?"

Clark was taken aback by this unexpected answer.

"Someone lied to me." The young man looked out the window, "I gave him many chances, but the subsequent development is not the same as what I said at the beginning. My patience is exhausted..."

The sternness in his tone made Louise look at Clark uneasily.

It's still a while before Superman returns.

Baguo Xiaben thought about helping to clean up the dishes, and then found an excuse to stay and wait.

But Connor suddenly pointed out that there is still a place he wants to go.

"I'll accompany you." Baguoxia picked up her coat and said.

"I can go alone," Connor refused, "It's cold outside, it's better for you to wait indoors."

"I don't feel relieved if you go alone." Baguoxia shrugged, "It's too hard to wait for someone."

"Who are you looking down on?" Damian said as he put on his coat, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Bei Guoxia was a little surprised: "Damian, are you coming too?"

"Aren't you welcome?" Damian didn't know why, and obviously asked angrily.

Bei Guoxia tilted her head: "It doesn't mean that, it's just... there must be someone waiting for Superman and Louise at home?"

Damian's brows and eyes stretched a little, and he still said awkwardly: "I think I must have installed bugs in their house."

"..."

Is the full set of monitors in the Bat House installed where they go?

There is more and more snow on the ground.

When Baguoxia and Damian went out, the snow only piled up to the top of their shoes, and now the snow was almost submerged to their calves.

The cold wind was blowing with the momentum to blow everything down, and Bei Guoxia was blown to this side.

After a stagger that nearly fell to the ground, Connor reached out to him: "I'll pull you."

Baguoxia held his hand.

Through the gloves, he could feel the warmth of Connor's palms, and the wind and snow didn't seem to affect his body temperature.

Moreover, Baguoxia suddenly discovered that Connor's hand seemed to be a circle bigger than his.

"This child grows up too fast." Baguoxia muttered.

When we first met, Connor was about the same height as him.

Now, he had to look up to meet Connor's eyes.

Bei Guoxia suddenly felt that the silence was too awkward: "Damian, are you going to pull me?"

"What stupid things are you talking about?" Damian folded his arms tightly, "don't think I'm like you..."

Before he finished speaking, his feet slipped, and after standing still, he kicked down a small snowdrift angrily.

Baguoxia stretched out her hand to him silently.

Damian snorted and grabbed his sleeve cuff.

Damian complained, "I don't know where you have to go in the snow."

Connor said reassuringly, "It's almost there."

When they stopped, they saw an abandoned wooden house with snow piled on the foyer.

The wooden door was ajar, and together with the broken windows and eaves, it screamed and screamed in the cold wind.

In this scene, it seemed that a murderous demon rushed out of it holding a chainsaw in the next second.

Although he didn't know the reason why Connor came here, he walked in, and Baguoxia and Damian followed suit.

The room was not cold at all, and it was still so cold that the dripping water turned into ice.

"It's such a small house," Damian said critically.

Baguoxia agrees with him.

He looked around the house, but there was no sign of the owner's identity.

Photos on the wall, names on the door plate, papers on the desk... nothing.

Connor stood in the middle of the living room in a daze with his hands in his hands.

"This is Luthor's old home," he said.

Baguoxia was surprised: "Luthor and Superman used to live in the same town?"

Connor nodded.

Baguoxia couldn't help asking: "How long did you spend investigating these things?"

He hadn't noticed it before.

Connor replied: "When I have free time, I can't help but investigate."

"Connor..."

Damian touched the dusty chair and asked with a frown, "So, do you have masochism or something? Do you want to come and see the villain's house?"

"He is the provider of the other half of my genes." Connor corrected.

Damian gave a short laugh. "Are you going to call him 'Daddy'? He's not going to be ecstatic about it."

His sharp words made Connor a little distracted.

"No, I just wanted to see where he grew up," Connor said, "I just didn't expect it to be... so ordinary."

Here, once lived Lex Luthor as a child.

But this house is so ordinary, it is hard to imagine that someone like "Luther" would be born here.

"I want to know Superman, and I want to know him," Connor asked. "Am I wrong?"

They stood here for a while.

Finally, Damian rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "My father is Batman, and my mother is a villainous killer. In your words, the genes in my body are also divided in half."

Connor looked at him.

"Then I found out that they were all boring adults," Damian said with a black face, "I decided to find my own way. They can't interfere with me."

"Is your mother really going to kill Louise?" Connor asked.

"She's a killer, but she won't joke about her mission." Damian replied unhappily.

Connor: "She doesn't know that Louise's boyfriend is actually Superman?"

Damian: "That sounds like it."

Connor blurted out: "So, did you stop her to protect Louise, or to protect her?"

silence.

Damian looked up at him, turned his head, and said dryly: "When I was in the League of Assassins, I killed a lot of people. My mother said it was an honor. When I got to my father, I found that they were vigilant and criticized me for it. What was once a glory has become a disgrace and a stain."

Connor scratched his head, his voice full of regret: "I didn't mean to..."

"Then I met James. You see, he used to be a mindless weapon, but he said to be honest about his past crimes and be a role model for us." Damian said, rubbing the hem of his shoe on the floor, " I don't think he's a... role model because of that, but he had the same experience as me, and he..."

"Rehabilitated," Connor added.

"Yes," Damian said, "and Roy. They let me know that my past is not that special, and I'm not the least hopeful person."

Bei Guoxia looked around at the two people: "Have you noticed that these problems seem to be caused by troublesome adults?"

"I found out earlier." Damian whispered.

"If it weren't for Thalia and Batman, there would be no Damian, and if it weren't for Luthor and Superman, there would be no Connor."

Baguoxia said, smiling, "But as myself, I'm glad they did this, otherwise how would I know you two who are so cute——"

He wrapped his arms around Connor's shoulders, dragged Damian, and continued, "Little guy."

"'Small' is redundant!"

"I'm not too young!"

Damian and Connor refuted in unison.

"Haha." Bei Guoxia blushed, "You guys had a tacit understanding when dealing with me."

"What about you?" Damian asked aggressively.

"what?"

"You never said anything about your past." Damian protested, "It's not fair, you know everything about us, but we don't know about yours."

Hearing this, Connor also turned his head and looked at him seriously.

Unexpectedly, trying to ease the atmosphere turned into a fire.

Bei Guoxia's eyes dodged: "I don't have any past worth mentioning. Even the matter of the Pharaoh was a misunderstanding."

"You didn't mention where you grew up, whether you had family members, or why you appeared in Gotham." Connor said, "We all infer part of it from your appearance and words, but no one knows everything."

Bei Guoxia was very surprised: "You deduce my past?"

"Jason and Carl discussed it many times after you disappeared." Connor said with roving eyes.

Damian said: "If I were them, I would do the same."

"Why are I surrounded by detectives?" Baguoxia complained not very sincerely.

"Because we want to get to know you," Connor replied.

Bei Guoxia was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "Actually, I don't think my business is important."

Connor and Damian looked at him together.

Bei Guoxia smiled: "I'm not a superhero, nor... ah, how should I put it..."

He fell silent again.

"When I met you, were you wandering the streets?" Connor asked, interrupting his reverie, "Why would you..."

Bei Guoxia was forced to be speechless.

He really wanted to yell like in the book: "It's long-winded, can you stop asking so many questions", and then evade this question.

But I feel that getting angry like this is too unreasonable.

System: "Take out your skills and write a novel for him."

Baguoxia: "..."

No confidence to lie to Connor.

At this time, the siren on Damian's body sounded.

"They're getting close," he reminded.

"Go ahead first," Baguoxia Rumeng said immediately, "Connor can fly with you, which will be faster."

Connor wanted to say something, but gave up.

He mentioned Damian and said, "Be careful."

Baguoxia patted him on the shoulder.

When Connor flew, Damian climbed on his back, holding his shoulders with both hands, like flying a hang glider.

Connor: "...Don't you Bats like to be hugged?"

Damian said confidently, "No one wants to hug me!"

After a pause, he asked vigilantly, "Who else will sit on your back?"

Connor asked back, "What do you say?"

After they left, Bei Guoxia took out her phone.

"Talia should have brought a lot of people with her during her mission..." Baguoxia said to herself, "Let's start with these people first?"

System: "Do you know their names?"

Baguoxia slapped her head: "I forgot to ask Damian...but forget it."

Breaking through the wind and snow was not easy, but Clark still relied on his Kryptonian vision to drive the car into the town.

The young man who was halfway into the car leaned against the back of the soft seat and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

"If we had known that the climate had become so bad, we should have thought more about it," Clark said.

Louise was sitting in the passenger seat, and she joked, "As long as you think about it, you won't come back."

Clark smiled: "Because I miss Jonathan and Martha, and the work is getting more and more busy, and I can only come back during the Christmas holiday."

After a pause, he asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

Louise touched her abdomen subconsciously: "I don't think super babies will have problems because of the bumpy journey."

"But it's not just the baby that I care about..." Clark was about to continue, then stopped suddenly and looked ahead in surprise, "What are they doing?"

Louise also looked over with his gaze, but she saw nothing in the wind and snow.

Thalia raised the windshield and picked up the gun: "They are coming. I saw..."

In an instant, Damian landed in front of her and kicked her in the face: "What do you want? Mother."

Thalia was kicked aside and wiped the corner of her mouth: "That's it? You have become weak from your father, and you have ruined your training."

"If it's your kind of training to kill people with a knife," Damian said viciously, "yes, I haven't done it for a long time."

All kinds of past events are recurring.

Damian couldn't help but continued, "You're such an unbelievably bad mother."

"That's better than your father." Thalia stood up, and a knife slipped into her hand from her sleeve. She confronted her son as if she was facing an enemy, "I will teach you everything."

Damian untied the straps on his shoulders, and the cloak flew into the sky in an instant: "I hate you two. What do you think?"

Thalia took the opportunity to slash, and when Damian turned to escape, her foot kicked him in the stomach: "I think so!"

The weird scene in front of him made Clark get out of the car.

In the snowstorm, a group of masked people formed a circle and danced the rabbit dance.

No one would find this scene normal.

"What are you doing?" Clark asked, approaching them.

"We just suddenly wanted to dance," one of the masked men chanted. "This snow is perfect for dancing."

Clark found that surrounded by them was a pile of weapons.

They're all real guns, real knives, and pistols.

"Hmm..." Clark took out his mobile phone and said politely without losing his mind, "I guess you should explain this to the police."

The phone has no signal.

Clark sighed and put away his phone.

He said to the masked man: "I know that citizens have the right to move freely, but in such cold weather, don't you think you should stop and find a warm place?"

"I don't think so." The masked people replied in unison.

Clark tried to stop those people from continuing to be stupid, but to no avail.

He went back to the car and knocked on the window.

"What's wrong?" Louise asked, opening the car window a crack.

"There was a strange group of people around there, and I took them to the police station," Clark said. "I don't know how long they've been here. They might freeze to death."

Louise blinked: "You mean, I have to drive back by myself?"

"Of course not." Clark's lenses were covered with frost, and he took them off and wiped them.

The best way, of course, is to leave the car here.He first flew back with Louise in his arms.

But now there is another young man sitting in the back seat, he can't reveal his identity here.

"I'll drive," the young man opened his eyes and suggested, "I can drive, and I can take your pregnant wife home safely. Anyway, it shouldn't be far away, right?"

Now is not the time for Clark to make difficult choices.

He pondered for a while, nodded, and asked, "Louis, what do you think?"

"I think he's trustworthy," Louise said.

Although the character is a bit eccentric.She added in her mind.

When Thalia kicked Damian's abdomen hard with her right foot, her eyes suddenly went dark.

She fell to the ground.

Damian was still kicked by her and fell to the ground.

After a long time, Damian slowly got up, covered his head, and whispered: "Stupid son, you gave me to you..."

The "he" voice stopped.

Because it sounded wrong.

"Talia" also sat up: "Mother, we must..."

Seeing Damian in front of her, she froze: "You..."

"You..." Damian also looked at her like a ghost.

The two realized at the same time that their bodies had switched!

Talia jumped up and asked sharply, "What's going on? Mother, is this your fault too?"

"Be quiet," Damian said coldly, "use your head and think about it, why should I change bodies with you, sweetheart? What am I trying to do?"

"Don't use my voice like that," Talia said disgustedly.

"Don't use my voice to teach me." Damian scolded.

System: "You swapped Thalia and Damian's bodies?"

Bei Guoxia: "Didn't you say that the best way to understand each other is to empathize?"

System: "This switch is too hardcore..."

"Come back with me," Damian's face darkened, "I will study what's going on."

"I won't go back with you, Mother." Thalia refused, "Now I have the physical advantage."

"is it?"

"And if you attack me, you are hurting your own body. So, you are the one who should stay."

Damian turned to run.

Thalia strode forward and took Damian in his hands.

Damian tried to kick Talia's knee, but Talia could have avoided the injury by simply extending her arm.

Damian, wearing the shell of Thalia, said thoughtfully: "I know where the advantage of height is."

When the young man drove the car and took Louise out of sight, Clark tore off his jacket to reveal his Superman suit.

"It's time for me to send you where you should go." He said to these people who appeared inexplicably.

In the car, the young man was driving, silent.

Louise took the initiative to find a topic: "Thank you for your willingness to help. If it weren't for you, my luggage would have been left on the road."

"You're welcome," said the young man, "it's easy."

He glanced at Louise: "So, your child is about to be born?"

"Yes." Louise nodded, "The production date may be in the near future."

She noticed that the young man's eyes seemed to be red.

It wasn't the flushed eyes of "about to cry", but a circle of reddish light from his pupils.

Louise felt a knot in her heart: "You..."

"What's wrong?" the young man asked while focusing on driving, looking ahead.

At this time, Louise realized where the familiar feeling came from:

The outline of his facial features has a bit of superman's shadow.