[Comprehensive British and American] Superhero Manual

Fortunately, Thomas didn't let Martha move any further. He reached out and hugged her back, whispering to soothe her emotions.

"Martha, Martha, don't worry, our child is still alive and he's doing well." Thomas said softly, and he began to tell Martha what Karl had just told him about Bruce.

These words of his soothed Martha's screaming nerves very well. She gradually stopped being agitated, but calmed down, imagining the scene following Thomas' words:

Wayne Manor is still bright, magnificent and full of vitality.The garden is full of life, and every day someone takes care of those delicate flowers.They will stretch their enchanting figures under the sun and rain.

And every morning, the most beautiful morning of the day, the owner of the manor will continue to sleep with his head covered under the cover of the curtain, ignoring everyone who tries to wake him up, and hiding himself tightly on the soft big bed .

At this time, only the old butler, A Fu, could call the bedridden owner of the manor and bring him to the breakfast table.

And several of Bruce's children were already sitting at the dining table, and the younger one would even say unhappily, "Father, you got up late again today."

Bruce, who has not yet woken up, will nod at will to admit his mistake, and then take his seat, and begin to enjoy the breakfast presented by the butler.

If there was something he didn't want to eat, Bruce had no choice but to eat it obediently under the watchful eyes of the butler.

Although his children are fighting and fighting, their feelings are very deep.The family's breakfast time is such a happy and harmonious one.

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This picture seemed to be vivid in her memory, imprinted in Martha's heart.

This is the life her Bruce will live, this is definitely her child, he is in another world, doing very well.

Martha tugged on Thomas's sleeve, and a big smile appeared on her face that hadn't smiled normally for many years.

Even though the smile was covered by the makeup on Martha's face, even though the corners of her mouth were still twitching abnormally, it was enough to comfort Thomas.

He hugged Martha tightly, and there was a flash of water in the corner of his eyes.

Carl on the side watched this scene and held his breath unconsciously—although he didn't need to breathe, it was just the airflow simulated spontaneously by his body.

Looking at the two people embracing each other, Carl also felt a little sad. The young man faced the deepest and strongest parental love, and that kind of feeling deeply shook his heart.

This strange yet familiar emotion surged in front of Karl, and it didn't take long for him to look away, pretending to start observing the internal structure of the mansion.

Originally, he was just looking at it casually, but Karl was really attracted by the wonderful patterns carved on the pillars and ceiling. The darkness could not hinder his X-line of sight, nor could the thick dust.

That's why Karl can appreciate what used to be fine art without distraction.

Martha in Thomas's arms was mentally exhausted after tonight's alternation of grief and joy. In addition, the fight between her and Thomas had consumed a lot of her physical strength.So when she sank into the soft sofa at this moment, it didn't take long for her to be swallowed up by fatigue, and she was pulled into sleep, falling asleep in Thomas' arms.

Seeing Martha relaxing and falling asleep, Thomas couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I believe that in tonight's dream, his wife should be able to escape the gunshots and blood in that alley for a short time, and fall into a peaceful and sweet dream.

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Although Wayne's mansion was dilapidated, the bedrooms were still somewhat clean and tidy, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Maybe Thomas kept thinking that Martha would come back to rest, so he deliberately kept it like this.

Carl was led to a room by Thomas. The latter, who didn't care about it at first, felt a sense of guilt when he saw the young boy looking up at him.

Thomas hesitated, maybe... he should renovate Wayne Manor?

But that's all for later, Thomas thought silently, and when he saw Carl enter the room, he turned and left.

In another room, Martha, who had just washed off her makeup, was sleeping soundly on the bed. Thomas walked over and lay down beside her.

His soul, which has been bound by guilt all this time, finally got a short chance to relax this evening.

Carl on the other side didn't really go to bed.

Perhaps Thomas had gotten used to it over the years, but Karl couldn't bear to sleep in such an environment.

He's a Kryptonian, after all, and sleep isn't a necessity.

However, the night is still so long, Carl thought about it, and the super hearing was quietly turned on, slowly expanding the range - he suddenly wondered what Clark would be doing here.

After such a thing that almost subverted Carl's cognition, he suddenly became worried about Clark in this world, and he was afraid that something bad would happen to him.

Karl first heard the peaceful or intense heartbeats, breathing, and various small sounds of people in Gotham City.

Carl focused his attention and set the key word on Smallwell of Kansas.This is not an easy task. In fact, Carl has practiced many times before he can do it so easily.

In the notebook given to him by Superman at the beginning, there is a method on how to control the super hearing. The Kryptonian's brain is like a sophisticated instrument with a clear division of labor.

Superman's super hearing generally only covers the city where he is located, but he also set some keywords, as long as he hears it, he can respond quickly.His brain will filter out the ones that are not keywords without leaving any traces.

Superman could hear voices anywhere on Earth if he could, but he usually doesn't intentionally listen to other people's privacy.In the notes he compiled for Carl, he mentioned this incident.

Carl whispered softly in his ear, and finally found his target.

On Smallwell's farm, the sound of the night wind blowing the leaves was like a lively piece of music. The Kents were not asleep yet, and the sound of their conversation reached Carl's ears faintly.

Carl smiled secretly. With a secret joy, he went to find Clark's voice.

Maybe everything is his illusion, nothing happened to Clark here.Carl thought so.

But to Karl's surprise, there is no third person in this house.

how so?Did something different happen?

Carl's heart skipped a beat.

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