Clark has something to say

Clark is panicking now.

He was sensitively aware of the change in the atmosphere in the air, and gradually became aware of what Tim's expression meant.

A long time ago, before he knew how to hide himself, as long as he exposed his differences from ordinary people, the atmosphere around him was like this. Fortunately, all the people he met were good people-so far, no one questioned why he was with others. no the same.

The world has been so kind to him, Clark thought more than once.

But now, he hugged Damian and Tim and looked at each other, panicked in his heart, did he offend Mr. Wayne on the first day of work?

Tim was the first to break the silence. As the most similar Robin to Batman, his way of thinking was exactly the same as Batman. After some thinking, he came up with the optimal solution.

——The best place to place a dangerous person is right under your nose.

"Are you interested in a part-time job?"

Clark's first reaction was to refuse. If he could, he wished he would never have to deal with the Wayne family in his life. He pushed his glasses again, and the euphemistic words reached the bottom of his tongue.

Tim took out a checkbook from his body without changing his expression: "Damian fired Ah Fu the day before yesterday... Our housekeeper, maybe you are willing to take over his position temporarily?"

There are countless traps inside Wayne Manor. As long as the master control order is given in the Batcave, it will be the most powerful military fortress in Gotham.

Damian: "???"

Damian was furious.

Clark struggled to hold the check that Tim had taped to his chest, and it was the same problem - he had given too much.

What does a housekeeper usually do?

Damian glared at Tim with eyes like a cat after a tragic betrayal, and Tim looked at him with a smile on his face, which was almost plastic to the extreme.

"That's it." Seeing that Clark didn't object, Tim patted his arm briskly, yawned, and walked straight to the huge desk in the office.

Clark: "..."

Can someone tell me what the hell I'm here for?

And how did he go from one of the best reporters on the Daily Planet to Bruce Wayne's exclusive publicist to the part-time butler of the Wayne family?

"let me go."

Damian's patience has been completely exhausted. If he was willing to put on a little disguise just now, but when his dignity and personality are completely challenged, he has already provided Clark with a hundred ways to die in his heart.

Clark; "Huh...?!"

He let go of his hand reflexively, but Damian had twisted his waist and kicked him furiously—according to Clark Kent's character design, he definitely shouldn't hide, he could only repeat the same trick, pretending to be a lucky guy The stupid guy just fell and escaped.

Damian couldn't help frowning.

He was 100% sure that there must be something wrong with this man before, but now he is a little shaken - there are not many people who can restrain him, but it is not impossible.

Deathstroke, Batman, Nightwing... Let's count half of Red Robin.

But no one can behave like Clark, soft and harmless like a cuddling bear, even if he is a malicious villain in disguise, it is too much.

His body paused for a moment, and at this moment Clark raised his head dumbly and forced a smile at Damian.

The future owner of the Assassin League, Friends of Animals, Damian: "...!"

Forget it.

His heart seemed to be hit by something in an instant, and Kent's eyes were too doggy, directly hitting Damian's point of interest.

Even if Kent has any conspiracy, he can't handle it.

I allowed him to serve me, and Damian thought for a moment before stepping proudly out of the elevator.

Clark didn't know anything about Damian's thoughts. He slowly got up and dawdled his way to the office. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Mr. Wayne with a troubled face, his whole body embedded in his skin like a salted fish. In the chair, he was about to pass out in the next second.

Clark: "..."

When he was still working at the Planet Daily, he had heard stories about President Drake's scheming attempt to sway Wayne, but now, why does he feel that Wayne is always less than himself?

And Damian, who looked like he was going to bury Tim in the ground before, flicked his tongue in disdain, and roughly pulled Tim with his chair aside, moved a sofa by himself, and sat there. In front of Zhang Da's desk, he skillfully took out several reports.

Clark: "...?"

Immediately afterwards, Damian took out the official seal from the drawer, rubbed the rubbing pad, and tapped it on the signature of the document.

Clark: "...!"

He was so confused that he was about to pull the little curly hair off his head, and his heart was so flustered that he was about to explode.

what's the situation?

Will a serious company let a child extend the official seal in the CEO's office?But the Wayne Group is a global giant, and its business is booming. Otherwise, where would Bruce Wayne get so much money to play with?

Mr. Wayne nodded his head abruptly, and opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help showing a bit of anticipation on his face, just when he thought Tim would be angry with Damian's behavior——

"Thank you," Tim said sincerely.

There was a happy expression on his face, as if he had thrown away some heavy burden, and then he floated unsteadily towards the couch, really floating, and then lifted the soft blanket on the sofa and slipped in ——Clark didn't understand, Clark didn't understand what was going on at all.

Damian turned his head indifferently, and threw himself into a new round of work.

nail!

The elevator door opened again, Clark looked over almost desperately, and a yawning, sleepy-looking Bruce Wayne appeared at the door.

Clark's eyes lit up: "Mr. Wayne, I'm—"

Bruce's eyes lit up for a brief moment, and then turned off again, but he was in better condition than Tim, at least the dark circles under his eyes were not so heavy... No, it turned out that he just covered it up with makeup.

The coverage is excellent, if Clark didn't have super vision he wouldn't be able to see anything, maybe he could ask Bruce what brand he used and buy some for Louis and Martha.

"Clark." Bruce's body turned suddenly in front of the sofa, his voice paused deliberately: "The first thing you have to do—"

Clark's little curly hair fluffed imperceptibly.

"Don't let anyone in until I wake up."

After finishing speaking, the rich man in an expensive suit lifted the blanket very naturally, and got in himself. Mr. Wayne noticed the movement, opened his eyelids, grunted softly, and stepped aside consciously. let.

Rich guy stickers.

Clark: "??????"

His career has been challenged like never before.

If the question mark could materialize, Clark bet his questions would fill the entire office. He stood in front of the sofa at a loss, and Damian finally gave him some attention and glanced in his direction coldly.

"Go buy me a pizza, Kent." Damian ordered sternly, "vegan."

The author has something to say:

After that, it will be updated on time at twelve o'clock in the evening, and I will start saving manuscripts.

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