Clark has something to say

"I want a raise."

Clark propped his hands on the table, staring at his immediate boss steadfastly, trying to shake him with his sharp gaze through the glasses.

The metropolis is not a place for people to live at all, and neither are Kryptonians. Clark feels bitter in his heart, secretly calculating this month's expenses.

Clark...Clark Kent, or Kal-El, yes, he has two completely different names. As a small-town youth from a Kansas farm, Clark has no savings, only an extremely warm family.

Although he was adopted, his foster parents, Jonathan and Martha, are absolutely the best parents on the planet.

When he first graduated, Clark had a simple wish, which was to be able to afford an apartment in the metropolis. After that, he only hoped that he could afford to rent an apartment for a long time...

But now, he is almost reduced to the point where he rents with others.

Clark has a secret that means he has to live alone, which means he has to pay the ever-increasing rent for his apartment.

——Hell, he has a lot to do with rising house prices in the Metropolis.

Yes, home prices in the Metropolis have held steady for decades, until Superman became the city's resident superhero, and it went from being one of the most livable cities in the country to being the most livable in the country. City.

Not to mention anything else, compared with the honest Gotham next door and the free and beautiful New York, the citizens of the metropolis can save a lot of insurance money just because of their personal safety.

But no one knows that Clark Kent, Superman himself, will soon be forced to live on the streets because he can't pay the rent——

Fortunately, he can maintain his physical signs through photosynthesis, so this month's salary can cover part of the battle damage caused by Superman.

... Is it too late for him to join the Avengers now?I heard that someone paid for the battle damage when the Avengers were dispatched, and Tony Stark even built a building for them...

"You want a raise?"

Clark's immediate boss, Perry White, editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, pulled his glasses down a little.

Clark mustered up his courage and was ready in his heart to be baptized by Perry's roar: "Yes, yes!"

Perry: "Then you pay for the maintenance first."

Clark: "... what maintenance fee."

Perry crossed his fingers and said slowly: "Elevator maintenance fee, I don't know what happened, the staff picked up some of your shirt buttons in the gap."

Clark's expression became stiffer and stiffer.

How many times has he changed into a Superman costume in an elevator this month?

"Besides that." Perry pushed down his glasses, and looked at Clark with unrecognizable eyes: "Kent, do you want to know how many times a cleaner has complained to me? About him picking you up in the storage room clothes?"

Clark: "..."

Clark wiggled his toes, restraining himself from scratching his leather shoes and digging a few holes in the ground. It may be an exaggerated metaphor for humans, but for a Superman who can shake the planet with his bare hands?

He can really pick out a sea view room.

Perry slowed down. "I can understand young people, but—"

"I'm sorry, old editor, I'm going to write the manuscript now, you just pretend that I didn't say anything—"

Perry changed the subject: "It's not impossible to raise wages."

Clark: "...!!!"

In order to raise wages.

Even if there is a sugar-coated cannonball in front of him, he has to lick off the sugar coating first.

Perry smiled kindly: "Our boss, I mean the biggest one." The old editor-in-chief pointed to the ceiling: "After Planet Daily was acquired, I don't know how to arouse his interest."

Clark stared blankly at Perry: "That one?"

Has the Daily Planet been acquired?Clark rummaged in his super brain and caught a key name.

He stiffened into a ball: "Don't be what I imagined."

Perry's voice softened a little, and there was subtle pity on his face, but he took the young man's last straw without mercy.

"That's right, Bruce Wayne."

Clark staggered, and raised his head stiffly—Bruce Wayne is from Gotham, and Gotham people have always stayed in their Gotham, when did Baby Bruce start to be interested in Metropolis?

Perry seemed to see Clark's question: "Because of Superman."

Clark watched blankly as Perry took out a magazine from the drawer. On the cover of the magazine was a man in a suit and leather shoes, with his beautiful fingers resting on his tie. tied up.

It's Bruce Wayne.

Bruce, the world's top rich man, rich, very rich anyway, Gotham's mascot, the billionaire Wayne who is always kidnapped by villains and waits for Batman to save him.

I heard that as long as he wants to, he can buy the whole of Gotham.

"Baby Bruce publicly stated that he is willing to pay for Superman's blue eyes." Perry pushed his glasses suspiciously: "Perhaps the Daily Planet is the media that reports on Superman with the highest frequency, so it was acquired."

"Tallest? But..."

"We are the most authoritative media for reporting on Superman, and the Daily Planet is deeply trusted by readers." Perry leaned back: "If we report that Superman and Baby Bruce are having sex, then they will."

— creaking.

Perry looked around: "What's the sound?"

Clark moved his palm indiscriminately, smoothing out the handprint that was accidentally pressed on the table just now: "I didn't hear anything? But we really want to report on Superman and Baby Bruce..."

"Of course not." Perry replied lightly, "Unless Superman and Baby Brucey really got together."

Clark tried to discern the believability of Perry's sentence, and the door to the room was swung open in the next second.

"Perry...I heard that you arranged for an intern to show me around?"

An overly handsome man nimbly squeezed in through the crack of the door, his way of speaking was very recognizable, his voice was as sweet as dripping honey, always giving off a lazy and careless air.

... There must have been a lot of people going crazy for his attention.

"Bruce Wayne." Sensing Clark's gaze, the man turned around lazily: "Call me whatever you want."

"Clark!" Perry patted Clark on the shoulder, and looked at the young man with relief, "Mr. Wayne, this is Clark Kent, and he will always be with you in the days to come."

Bruce: "...oh."

Clark felt subtly rejected.

After leaving Perry's office, Clark felt compelled to explain: "I'm not an intern, I'm one of the best reporters at the Daily Planet."

Clark emphasized "the best", but Bruce looked at him with those misty blue eyes: "But you don't like writing Superman?"

...Because it's weird to praise yourself, and it's annoying to criticize yourself.

Of course Clark would not say this, but he still couldn't restrain his curiosity: "Is there a relationship between the two?"

"Of course!" Baby Bruce spread out his hands: "As long as you can get the exclusive of Superman, then you are the best, and the Pulitzer will fall on you, but you don't write about Superman—you treat him Any comments?"

"No, Mr. Wayne."

"You're not as enthusiastic about Superman as other Metropolitans are."

"Uh……"

"why?"

Clark turned his head to the side, and saw Gotham next door through the window. He stared at the gargoyle on the top of the Wayne Building, and suddenly came up with a perfect excuse.

"I like Batman better."

Bruce: "..."

What's wrong with this big stupid brain?

Immediately afterwards, Clark saw Baby Brucie sizing him up critically, and then said slowly, "Batman?"

Clark suddenly remembered the lingering love story between Batman and Bruce, Gotham people even created a forum to knock their CP, and quickly clarified: "Batman has a great soul—"

Clark took his chance and slammed into the elevator door awkwardly. He spent more than two decades pretending to be an incongruous guy so that no one who knew Clark would ever connect him with Superman. While scoring his camouflage, a hand reached out from the side and held his arm.

Clark: "!"

He squeezed the little curly hair on his forehead that was secretly raised, and controlled his feet to fall away from gravity by a millimeter.

When did Brucey baby reach out?

With the reaction speed of a Kryptonian, he didn't even notice Bruce's movement?

Feeling the hard and tight muscles under his hands, the rich guy in Gotham slightly opened his eyes.

The big man in the plain plaid shirt in front of him looks extremely ordinary, but his muscle density can be compared with Batman. Bruce is sure that this is definitely not a figure that can be trained in the gym.

"Wow." He whistled, patted Clark's chest again, and praised jokingly: "Good figure."

Clark tightened his collar guiltily, shrunk his neck, and carefully lifted up the trash can that he had just knocked over: "I'm from Smallville, Kansas..."

"……so?"

Bruce speculated with great interest that although the young man in this small town dressed unbearably, as long as he tidied up a little...for example, black leather...

"I need to milk the cows every day and unload the corn from the tractor into the warehouse."

Bruce: "..."

He closed his eyes in pain, only to feel that the picture in his mind was even worse.

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2. It does not meet the standard taste at all, the main attribute is not obvious, and it is completely inconsistent with the copywriting style.

3. It's pretty sharp, more realistic, not sweet, not sweet anyway.