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

A sense of responsibility makes Superman go to the Batcave first.

It happened that Batman was hugging Arkham, and Gotham squatted in the shadow behind him, the picture was very strange.

"You...?" Superman hesitated.

What happened to the sense of sight of this family of three?

But Superman didn't dare to say it, he would be killed by Batman if he said it.

Arkham was very calm and gave Superman a question, hoping that Superman would ask Metropolis.

"We can extract the information we really need from Metropolis' answer." Arkham was very arrogant, "It is said that this is a deduction method of human beings, which can avoid lies."

"Cities don't lie at all."

Gotham smiled very reservedly, watching Batman hold the back of Arkham's neck with restraint, and carried the little brat who needed a beating out to educate him alone, and he followed closely behind.

The education lasted nearly an hour, and the stunned Superman flew back to Metropolis.

As soon as he entered the airspace of the metropolis, the little boy with beautiful feathers fluttering around his ears fell down, and the colorful flying feathers that followed almost fascinated Superman's eyes.

Still, he's firmly catching the Mets.

"Superman~" Metropolis fell into Superman's arms.

Today's Met is not a newsboy outfit.It was replaced by black and white suspender bloomers with vertical stripes, white stockings and leather shoes, retro children's clothing white loose short-sleeved shirt, a beautiful black and white star top hat on top of the head, and colorful ropes with feathers tied around the wrists.

Superman notices the stars marked under the corners of Metropolis' eyes, and he understands why the aesthetics of urbanites have become a bit Gotham lately.

"The circus is coming?"

Metropolis nodded and nodded excitedly: "I've been here for two days, and I'm leaving today."

Superman took him down, sitting on the ball of the Daily Planet, relying on the ball being big enough, not afraid of the pedestrians below discovering the two of them, while Metropolis sat sideways on Superman's lap, swaying its little hoof, enjoying The delicious Xiaolongbao brought by Superman from Chinatown.

The seasoning package of vinegar, soy sauce, pepper, and sesame oil provided by the boss is placed.

That spicy and sour stuff is horrific for their taste buds!

Dadu squinted his eyes, savoring the taste of Xiaolongbao carefully.

"Gotham can't enjoy it~" This Xiaolongbao shop is still on Chinatown in Gotham City.

"This restaurant is really delicious. Batman said that even if Penguin and the others do things, they will avoid this restaurant, so as not to be closed the next day and have nothing to eat." Superman thinks that this is also very capable.

The metropolis took a sip of the soup in satisfaction, and said comfortably, "Because appetite is very important. You see, even a city with good taste will be captured."

Superman froze.

"Cities, will there be obsessions? Will they be tempted?"

"Hmm..." Dadu paused, and tapped his lips with chopsticks, his lips were light vermilion, which looked like colored shadows painted on porcelain, "Well, it's hard to say, right? For example, the relationship between the central city and the seaside city? Is it an attachment?"

"Central City and Waterfront?"

"Central City has always been very concerned that he didn't save Seaside City back then, but watched from the sidelines."

"Then, can it be saved?"

"I don't know," the metropolis shrugged, rubbing his head sideways against Superman's chest muscles, but his upper body was not long enough, so he could only make do with the arch of his head. "We don't know, and that kind of incident has never happened before."

There are still some in history. For example, ancient cities such as Pompeii have experienced disasters, but no information has been left after the disaster. For modern cities like them, everything is still unknown.

In the long river of time, it seems that everything is breaking.

The only few ancient cities that have survived to this day either talk to each other or refuse to communicate with each other.

Anyway, Metropolis feels that there is a clear generation gap between them.

"Central City said he gave up without even trying, and that was the problem." Metropolis ate his share and started trying to feed Superman.

"Guilty?" Superman found a word.

"I don't know, but I heard him praise The Flash is very good, and he will try his best to do it no matter what, whether it is his own business or not, he will not turn a blind eye."

That's true of The Flash, and so is Superman, and Iron Man, and Spider-Man, and many, many superheroes.

Superman ate the last xiaolongtang dumpling with the chopsticks of the metropolis, and exhaled contentedly: "You just don't know yourself yet."

"Humans don't understand themselves either." The Metropolis hummed.

After they were full, they squatted on the ball one by one, Superman hugged the little boy without saying a word, while the Metropolis started to yawn a little because it was too comfortable to stay.

"Do you have anything to say?" The Metropolis yawned and asked, "My characteristic is 'tolerance', if you have any troubles, you can tell me."

Superman smiled: "Psychological counseling?"

"Huh? Maybe it's about the same? Even the brightest people will have times when they want to cry, and I can help you." Metropolis reached out and touched Superman's face, "You are just a 'human', don't be too Reluctantly."

No matter how strong a bat is, it needs support, and no matter how bright a superman is, he will be defeated by anger and pain.

In this world, an individual should not be responsible for everything.

"I'm thinking about a test." Superman took a breath.

"If there is a deadly threat that is shared by 1 people selected, each will only get a non-infectious disease. Otherwise, 1000 people will be randomly selected from all people to kill one after another. The implementation of the first option At that time, if one of the 1 people gives up, another option will be activated immediately."

"The test question asks: What would a human do?"

The Metropolis raised its head.

"What kind of subject is this?" This question made him feel uncomfortable.

"That kid from Arkham asked." Superman resolutely blamed him.

But this is also the fact that this question was originally provided by Arkham.

"If you choose the second option, it will end after killing people? If you suffer together, can those diseases be cured?"

Superman recalled Arkham's smile, helplessly: "If you choose the second one, it will be over after 1000 people die. If you choose the first one, the disease you get cannot be cured by normal means."

"..." The metropolis fell silent now.

Everyone was silent for a while.Superman was half lying down, and Metropolis rolled onto Superman's belly.Speaking of which, Superman has a very powerful ability. He can soften or harden his body at will (restore the regular hardness of Kryptonians), which feels a lot like silica gel.

Cosmopolitan is super fond of poking.

"Do you know what Batman would do?" said Superman suddenly. "He'd definitely choose the first one."

"Reasonable?"

In terms of the way of thinking of the metropolis, there is really no big problem. After all, randomness itself may follow these people?

"That's why I hate Batman." Superman sighs. "He... just isn't human."

Metropolis did not understand.

It doesn't look like a person to choose the second...

Facing the little boy's puzzled expression, Superman explained patiently: "He is a guy who can order the killing of hundreds of people for the sake of millions of people."

Metropolis was even more puzzled.

After all, the first option doesn't kill people, but the second option will kill people?

"Do you think he can't feel pain? Unlike that question, some pain is actually shared, it's just that everyone suffers together." Metropolis guessed the emotions of those humans, "Maybe, I mean maybe. Maybe he is not bad Do you understand pain, but feel that it is meaningless to say it?"

Metropolis looks into Superman's best blue eyes.

"Maybe you just hate yourself for not being the one to take on more pressure."

Superman doesn't refute these.

"So...you support Batman's answer?"

"I just don't object." The Metropolis has reservations, "After all, if I were a human being, I would definitely not be this bad guy. Regardless of whether the 1 people can persist successfully, the person who made this decision in the first place must definitely I will be scolded. I will not run out and be scolded."

What's more, I don't know how long it will last.

I don't know whether the disease is fatal. What if this choice is just to send the designated 1 people to die in a more cruel way?

"However, why did Arkham ask this question?" Metropolis's thoughts jumped, and his expression became subtle, "Didn't Gotham beat him?" So used to it?

"Fighted." Speaking of this, Superman's expression became subtle, "Mixed doubles with Batman."

"Oh~" The metropolis suddenly balanced.

"And then I was educated by my brothers. When I came out, he was drawing circles and planting mushrooms in the corner." Superman had a complicated expression.

Among other things, the quality of the clown's food has dropped again, which is simply an "indiscriminate disaster".

"..."

Hey, why do you feel a little pitiful.

After a while, the Metropolitan raised his face and kissed Superman, "So, what's your conclusion? Don't deny it, I heard your inside voice~"

This is the metropolis, and everything here is under the watchful eye of the metropolis.

Superman looked down at Metropolis.

"I believe you."

"I don't know what happened. It's only been a few days since I left the earth this time, but it makes me feel like years have passed for nothing, and everything has become strange." Superman put his hand on the head of Metropolis , "But I believe the time we've been through together is real."

"That's enough. We're all real to each other." The metropolis narrowed her eyes contentedly and purred like a kitten.

It doesn't look like the Met is surprised that this Superman will be sent out to test itself.

"You already knew?" Superman was surprised.

"I know what happened to me, but I didn't expect that some idiot didn't even have the courage to come and ask me." That hot chicken.Metropolis snorted, "Tell Gotham to come and apologize to me."

"...Okay." Why should I say it myself.

Superman felt a big head.

Behind Superman's communicator, Batman looks back at Gotham.

"Don't open an umbrella in the room."

"Oh……"

Metropolis: "However, your reasoning is not wrong, I am indeed a spy."

Superman, Batman, Gotham: "!!!"

The author has something to say:

Arkham: If there is no one to take over the pot, it will be up to you!Zhou Ke'er! ! !

Zhou Ke'er: What kind of ghostly plan is this? !There is a p relationship with me! ?

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Why do you have to give Gotham an umbrella?

[-]. Gotham City always loves rain, and the characteristics of seaside cities are placed here. The author himself lives in a seaside city, and he carries an umbrella every day when he goes out all year round.weather forecast?It's useless, just bring an umbrella.

[-]. Fuck this scene is so fun hahahahaha

【My smile is really weird】

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Take a reassurance first.

No troubles, no big conspiracy in the light-hearted text, happy to tell the story ing~

The situation in the metropolis is a bit complicated, so I will explain it slowly~