[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

A few days ago, the Metropolis.

Superman flew up to the clouds, and then fell straight down, again and again as a hero, diligently helping everyone in the city, taking care of every corner as much as possible.The business he takes over includes but is not limited to human beings. Lost puppies, kittens who can't get down the tree, as long as they are trying to ask for help, they can call his name to the sky.

With the continuous efforts of Superman, the metropolis is prosperous again.

It's hard to imagine what it was like here, when the city was battered by Kryptonian attacks during that terrible battle.

It is recovering.

everything will get better.

Superman, who was busy running around today, let out a sigh of relief.

He was suspended in the sky, receiving the warmth from the sun. Some people below looked up to him, and some people just came and went in a hurry, not bothering to care whether Superman was in the sky or not.

In some ways, Superman is used to this.

Whether it is racking their brains to criticize him, or loving and adoring him.

After so many things, Superman was surprised to find himself adjusted.

everything will get better.

Superman, who was enjoying the sun bath intently, felt a special sight.

In fact, since the awakening of superpowers, Superman can often feel this vague gaze. If he turns his head to look for it, he can't find anything. It seems to exist in all directions, and it seems to be just an illusion.Sometimes Superman wonders if this is the sight of the gods, or is it a prayer from afar?

In short, Superman believes it is well-intentioned.

This time the feeling is clearer than ever, so clear that Superman can clearly perceive its source.

So he looked for the past.

The target was on the top floor of the Daily Planet, a place he was extremely familiar with.

A little boy was standing at the top of the Daily Planet, his platinum-blond hair hanging down his ears, as if hiding the downy yellow feathers of a golden peacock, swaying slightly in the wind.

As if into a painting.

The boy looked at Superman with a smile, and was about to say something, but was blocked by Superman's expression.

after all……

Now this picture is completely another situation in Superman's eyes.

a child.

Standing at the top of the Daily Planet!

right!It's on that ball!

Superman was so scared that he was about to scream! ! !

"do not move!!!"

Superman was so scared that he almost forgot how fast he was.

When Superman flew over to try to protect the little boy, the other party raised a big smile, and said in an ethereal voice like a silver bell:

"Hi, Clark. I'm Metropolis of Eternal Day."

Superman braked the car slowly in the air, staring at the little boy in a daze.

Just listen to the other party continue to say:

"And you, you are my patron saint."

The little boy's childish and earnest narration, this appearance can make anyone's heart melt like warm butter, let alone Superman, this guy fell into the ground without even humming.

Why trust this little boy?Superman asked himself.

But soon he had the answer: why doubt him?

"So you are... the city?"

The Metropolis showed a big smile and corrected with a smile: "Huh? Although it can be said that way. But we usually say: this city is me."

The little boy was wearing suspender shorts that are common on the street, a beret on his head, and small leather shoes on his feet. Suddenly, he looked like the kind of kid delivering newspapers that was often seen on street corners many years ago. In the swaying sideburns, the feathers are like the golden feathers of the legendary phoenix. I am afraid it will be difficult to convince Superman that this is Metropolis itself.

He is beautiful, and that kind of beauty cannot be described by mortal words.

Like Superman's blue eyes, they are all evidence of distant alien blood, once looked at, they are captured, and there is no room for struggle.

Superman looked at Metropolis' golden eyes, not knowing what to say.

All along, he thought that he had a lot to say to the Metropolis.If, if one day the Metropolis stands in front of him like it is now, he will talk a lot about his hometown and ask how the Metropolis is doing now?Maybe he'll apologize, maybe he'll promise better things in the future, maybe...

Just looking at each other like this.

"Are you being shy by not saying anything?" Metropolis asked.

Superman froze for a moment, and replied subconsciously: "Oh, yes, since I never thought that one day I would meet a city in this way... Yes, I think I'm being shy." He just admitted it.

As warm as the sun.

Metropolis narrowed its eyes in satisfaction.

He jumped from a tall building and landed right into Superman's arms.

Superman looked down at the little boy in his arms.

"I hurt you." Superman looked at the child's glass-like eyes, which seemed to have broken cracks. He wasn't sure if it was a refraction problem, but he still couldn't ignore the weak throbbing in his heart. "Actually, I didn't think about anything that day. About the city, or anything."

He just fights, and keeps fighting.

Superman often thinks back afterwards that he did a really bad job that day when he could have done better.

"No one has trained you how to be a perfect Superman." Metropolis touched Superman's face, and comforted him seriously, "You did what you can."

In Metropolis' fingers, even if Superman forgets to soften his skin, it doesn't matter. The existence of cities is very different from that of humans, and he can still pinch it if he wants to.

This completely passive experience of being pinched is very novel to Superman.

Superman blinked his blue eyes, confused.

The Mets went on to say:

"God sends down suffering, it unites people's hearts. And I am strong because of the gathering of people's hearts." He never felt that there was anything wrong. "War is the axle of the times. It is not you or others. It is your existence that makes the world It’s a lot quieter, and when death and misfortune are gone, we can grow up healthily.”

"you?"

"to us."

Peaceful times are grateful, and so are cities.

Jump back in time to the present.

When the Bat family and Gotham worked hard to incubate Arkham, the Superman next door began to feed the Metropolis every day.

Incidentally, the Metropolitan's favorite sweet treat is apple pie.

Since coming into contact with Superman, Metropolis seems to have opened the door to a new world. Not to mention dating Superman on the top of the Daily Planet every day, and constantly trying to sell Superman to Gotham.

Gotham didn't answer those twitter calls, and the anxious Metropolis simply ran to Gotham in person.

In the eyes of other cities, Gotham is a very stingy city. Except for New York and Metropolis, no one can easily enter or leave Gotham's territory, and these two cities are not always accessible.

Metropolis can only be entered during the day, and New York is often stuck outside for no reason.

For a city that always remains the same, Gotham, where it rains today and will be sunny tomorrow, can be said to be very inexplicable.

Today Gotham is wearing the most common shirts and leggings suit pants. Jackets don’t exist, let alone ties. Most of the buttons on the collar are unbuttoned, and the whole person looks cynical from top to bottom. With a faint smile on his lips, he looked down at the little boy who kept shaking his shirt sleeves.

"I knew him when he smashed the Wayne Building."

"Ow, we talked about it, he won't smash the building again."

The metropolis is very partial to Superman, the kind that won't allow a single bad word to be said, so Gotham plucked two handfuls of Metropolis' fur and buried his head in his arms.

Ok.

It's really warm and comfortable.

So the whole of Gotham City turned cloudy.

Then it turned cloudy again.

His warm baby Metropolis runs away because it's time for a date with Superman.

It's raining heavily in Gotham tonight.

The Mets really, really like that Superman.

I like it very much.

He opened his hands at the highest point of the Daily Planet and fell with his back to the ground. For him, it was just a wandering spirit returning to the territory. However, Superman would appear in the next second and gently catch him.

Metropolis laughed happily and arched Superman's chest muscles.

The noise made Superman froze suddenly, almost hitting his head on the outer wall of the Daily Planet.

"Don't make trouble." Superman was helpless.

"Just make trouble!"

The lawless metropolis that Gotham has favored for a long time is not afraid of this. The golden feathers dangled on the side of his cheeks, and in the gentle breeze of the metropolis, it announced the little boy's good mood in a high-profile manner.

Under normal circumstances, Superman would not use his clairvoyance ability to peek at other people's bodies. At this time, he looked up and down the metropolis countless times, facing the delicate face like a porcelain doll and the little boy's attire, for a long time. Without an accurate judgment, I could only hesitate to ask:

"Well, are you a boy or a girl?"

Metropolis blinked, reached out and pinched Superman's face, and asked, "Do you think I'm a boy or a girl?"

"Uh, I, not sure?" Superman was at a loss.

Metropolis giggled: "It must be a boy if it's so cute."

Then Metropolis realized that Superman might not understand the nature of their existence at all, so he played with Superman's face while he explained to Superman:

"Our existence is completely different from that of human beings, and we don't rely on male and female reproductive systems to reproduce, so gender really doesn't mean anything to us. Making gender is just a means of self-definition, what kind of clothes to wear , is the so-called aspiration of the people~”

"So, your newsboy costume too?"

"Yes~ Although I can wear other clothes, but the most formal one is definitely the most anticipated one." After thinking for a while, Metropolis changed his tune again, "No, it should be said that people's will will provide a vague definition , and then because of some other factors, such as popularity, will there be a little change?"

It's so hard to explain...

The metropolis has a headache.

Superman rubbed it quickly.

Another great sunny day in the Metropolis today.

Gotham next door didn't stay up until night at all, and it started to rain heavily just after noon.

Gotham, who was in a bad mood and even wanted to beat up Superman, looked around, and saw someone who rarely went to work in the Wayne Building.

uh-huh.

You are the one.

The author has something to say:

Superman: Look how awesome he is! 【Metropolis

Cosmopolitan: Look at him awesome! [referring to Superman

Gotham & Batman: Are You Stupid? [Let's watch Superman together.

Superman: Huh?What's wrong?