[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason took a deep breath, prepared himself, and strolled slowly over to Clark.

Clark was having a great time, stroking the Batmobile like his wife.

Jason:  …

Is this Kryptonian out of his mind?

With difficulty, he shifted his gaze to Tim's face, pointed in the direction of the can, and silently made a mouth shape.

Tim nodded and patted Clark on the shoulder: "Superman."

Clark paused, and turned his head unsatisfied: "What's wrong?"

When he saw Jason, he seemed a little surprised. This little bird has always avoided him, but now it will take the initiative to find him?

Big Blue blinked his eyes friendly: "Do you need my help?"

Jason shrank back quietly. Even though he could face Superman normally now, when he got too close to Superman, his heart would involuntarily miss a few beats.

Jason said dryly: "The machine over there, I guess it is a product of Kryptonian technology."

He pursed his lips stiffly and didn't say another word.

This little bird is still the same.

Clark stepped back considerately, taking a safe distance, and he found that Jason never seemed to like him, whether in the past or now.

The little spider left Tony and Lex aside, and came over curiously alone. Hearing Jason's words, he held his hands a little shyly, and looked at Clark eagerly: "Can I go and see?"

Clark smiled: "Of course."

He turned to Jason again: "I'll take a look right now."

Clark, who became an ordinary person, limped forward clutching his ribs, his back was slightly bent—it was the first time he bowed his back when using the superman identity, and the yellow sun light clearly showed the damage on his uniform Clearly, from the back view, Wuyuan looks a little pitiful.

Jason squeezed his fingers: "What's going on?"

Clark turned his face in confusion, looked around, and then looked down at himself: "Oh, you said this... I don't know what happened, it seems that I suddenly became a human and fell from the sky. "

He pointed to the top of his head: "It hurts a bit."

Jason lowered his eyes. He didn't expect that the negative effects of the system's skills would affect Clark. After all, it was usually his own bad luck.

Under Clark's gentle gaze, he felt a little sorry, but he couldn't make up for his mistake.

Tim saw all of this, sighed subtly, and was about to smooth things over.

The Batmobile sauntered over and circled in front of Clark.

Batmobile: "Wait, don't move around."

Clark scratched his cheek with his index finger, very surprised: "This car? Is it fine?"

Tim: "..."

Only the wrong name, no wrong nickname, Boy Scout really suits him very well, such a grown-up man, why would he think about it?

The little red bird organized the language and explained in an easy-to-understand manner: "No, but the on-board AI of the Batmobile is based on Batman's personality, and it can analyze information and respond by itself according to the surrounding environment. "

Clark: "!!!"

There is such a good thing?I want to make one too!

Clark acted like a big golden retriever who saw a fleshy bone: "Round it up, is that Batman talking to me?"

Tim wiped his face: "Almost."

Clark's eyes widened suddenly, and his face like a marble statue revealed a kind of pure happiness. The big golden retriever was completely unable to walk now. He turned around and happily grabbed the edge of the Batmobile: "Why? Lah? Why did you tell me to wait?"

The Batmobile was suspiciously silent for two seconds, then automatically backed to the side: "Don't move around if you're injured, get in the car."

"Oh." Clark agreed, and consciously climbed into the driver's seat.

Batmobile: "..."

Batmobile: "I didn't tell you to get in the driver's seat, and I told you not to touch me."

Its lights flashed as if to express its displeasure, and then it did a cool drift, and the exhaust chugs out, spraying Clark in the face.

Clark: "..."

Not only does this car look like Batman, it's also kind of like Brucey Babe.

This car is so sweet, two personalities, double happiness——

The Batmobile spun around, pointed its butt at Clark, and popped out a seat for the broccoli experience.

Batmobile: "Sit here."

Clark hesitated: "Here? Can I apply for another place..."

He has seen a lot of people, the first thing he did when he came down here was to vomit in the trash can, and now he is a fragile metropolitan - what if he vomits in it?Not everyone can be like the people of Gotham who insist on getting out of the car before throwing up.

The tone of the Batmobile sounded more and more unhappy: "There is no need to discuss."

"Oh." Clark: "Okay."

With a pious mood, he lingeringly sat on it. He had known Batman for so many years, and it was the first time for him to sit in the Batmobile. The more Clark thought about it, the more sad he became.

Maybe the big bat is just a lemon I can fly, he reassured himself.

boom!

Clark was shaking inside!

As if venting his anger, the Batmobile snapped off the rear cover roughly, the tires grabbed the ground, and rubbed against it in displeasure——

Then it drove out slowly and steadily.

Little Spider: ...

There are so many confusions in his mind——

What's going on with each of you?

Is this an adult world?

Even cars will be treated differently?

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The Batmobile even thoughtfully changed the plane a second time, sending Clark directly onto the machine without making him take another step.

Flattered, Clark dawdled off the Batmobile and thought for a moment.

He seemed a little hesitant: "You..."

Batmobile: "Say what you have to say."

Clark faltered: "I have a whole castle at the North Pole."

Batmobile: "I know? Me too."

Clark made a big circle embarrassingly: "Then have you ever thought about moving?"

Batmobile: ...

It turned its head indifferently, fell to the ground, and parked itself in a corner where Clark could not see.

Clark sighed in disappointment, turned around listlessly, and began to read the text on the machine: "%#%&—"

As he read further down, the voice of the big blue man became smaller and smaller, his eyes opened wider and wider, and finally he stood in front of the machine in a daze, his blue eyes full of fear.

Tim carefully scanned all these texts into the database, and asked cautiously: "What do these things mean?"

He didn't expect that Clark, like a spring, backed up a few steps in panic, and almost fell off the steps.

Clark: "Luthor!"

His voice echoed repeatedly in the empty space.

Lex raised his eyelids lazily.

Tony: Oh wow—it feels like something big is going on.

He took off a bracelet and buckled it on Lex's wrist. The bracelet deformed with a click. After handcuffing the blond young man's hands together, Tony took Lex and flew there.

Clark's face was pale, his body was shaking, and he looked like he was about to faint.

The expression management of the god on earth completely collapsed: "Are you sick? Leaving aside the fact that you steal my DNA from the battlefield every time, the clone is already insane enough. What is this?"

Lex raised the corner of his mouth and asked in an unclear manner: "My masterpiece?"

Clark trembled: "Masterpiece?"

He really couldn't figure out what this bald man was thinking. The little reporter was broken now, very broken, and very confused. Lex even wrote an instruction manual in Kryptonian characters and engraved it on the machine. mean.

Such a difficult Kryptonian essay—that's why he learned it?

Clark now can't wait to jump headfirst into the icy waters of the North Pole and fight a thousand polar bears.

Oh shit.

Who is he, what kind of enemy is he? Either he covets his body or his DNA, or he will send him to death if he makes a big deal, or make a child if he doesn't make a big deal——

Clark: "I think—what's wrong with you?"

His voice was getting higher and higher, until it was a little broken at the end.

Tony listened for a long time, curiosity almost killed him, saw that Clark was still dawdling, he couldn't help but interrupt him: "Excuse me, what happened?"

Tim covered his face: "A child."

The little red bird deduced everything from Clark's reaction. If Clark lost his composure, he probably wasn't an ordinary child. If he guessed correctly, this half-Kryptonian probably has half of Lex's genes.

Tim can also understand why Lex did this. Lex is a person who pursues the ultimate perfection and is extremely arrogant. In his opinion, Kryptonians are not the most perfect, so he mixed himself into the test body when creating the experimental body. gene -

However, although.

This is really weird.

Tony: "!"

Ah, this... The rich man in New York suddenly felt that he was quite conservative. Compared with these people, he could never think of such an operation in his life.

He kindly didn't poke the child's father any more, and changed the topic politely and without losing embarrassment.

Tony: "How to open this machine?"

Lex: "Don't bother... Even if you open it, it's meaningless. The things inside can't be called a person."

Clark's eyelids twitched: "What do you mean?"

Lex looked at him like a fool: "Move your super brain... Oh, I forgot you never had this thing, this is a semi-finished product, healthy, and has the power of a Kryptonian, but he can't wake up Come on, without self-awareness."

Lex: "I tried many times, he is not as good as those waste clones, at least they will respond to the outside world."

Clark: "Then what is your reason for keeping him? According to your usual style, it is estimated that you have destroyed him long ago."

Lex: "Because it's a masterpiece—do you understand what that means? There are no genetic defects, and it perfectly reproduces all your abilities. Do you know how small the chance is?"

As he spoke, he raised his hands bound together by handcuffs and pressed them against the machine. A burst of blue light suddenly lit up where he touched it, and then spread out rapidly.

The huge machine split apart and retreated smoothly.

Jason held his breath, staring intently at the gradually opening gap, a transparent metal tank was gradually exposed.

The system looked forward to it more than Jason, and the panel shook uncontrollably.

——A man with an excellent figure and extremely handsome, quietly floating in the culture fluid.

The system couldn't help but swear.

How is he?