Clark has something to say

It is known that a man with disheveled clothes, a flustered expression, and a man holding his trouser belt suddenly appeared at the home that he had not returned for many years, and the red cloak of the god of the world was lying at his feet indiscriminately——

Still in Crime Alley.

What would a normal Gotham person think?

"Clark Kent..." Jason held the gun against Clark's chin with one hand, and looked at the badge on his chest with the other hand.

His voice became more subtle: "Planet Daily? I remember that you are the most authoritative media that reports on Superman?"

His guess became more and more reasonable.

What the hell, Superman is still on the grass, Jason thought in shock.

Anyone in the Bat-family has a lot of life experience, but even in a group of bats, Jason Todd's experience is a bit too rich.

I can't blame him for this. As a kid from Crime Lane, what big scenes and new ways of playing have you never seen?

Even though his hobbies are all elegant and obscure things, it doesn't mean he doesn't understand—it has to be said that the man in front of him is in excellent shape, and even he can't find any faults, it's that cringe I feel a little upset...

Maybe Superman has this taste, just like Batman likes to pick up black-haired and blue-eyed little boys on the street.

He stared at the circle of dust on the man's chest, and couldn't help thinking how the gods of the world stuffed the upper body of the little reporter into the small window, and the tall and fit man could only be forced to bend over the window——

— Shut up, Jason Todd.

He didn't want to think about what kind of props the red cloak served as during this process. In short, the strange play ended here.

Jason tried to make himself look calm, but he fell into silence unavoidably, while Clark licked his lips uncomfortably, always feeling that the other party's eyes on his face were strange.

The two became embarrassed at the same time.

Why doesn't he speak!

After a while, Jason sighed, took off his hood, and asked in a faint voice, "Why don't you scream?"

Clark: "..."

This question is very soulful.

But it's too late to scream now, he just bought a pizza for the boss, why did he go through all this?

Clark carefully moved his chin away from the muzzle of the gun, and his brain was running at high speed: "Uh... well, I'm used to it, and the Daily Planet is not very safe, there are always people in different places..."

Jason answered the words very naturally: "Thinking to throw you off the roof?"

Clark: "..."

Why are you so proficient in the entire process of the villain!

Clark replied honestly: "No, I want to throw Louis Lane down."

Immediately afterwards, he noticed an imperceptible trace of pity on the other party.

Clark: "...?"

Jason: I see.

It turns out that this is still a script by Dick Grayson-the little reporter who can be honest at first glance is definitely fooled by Superman!

The logic in Jason's mind gradually became self-consistent, and a poignant picture of love slowly unfolded. Although he has now joined the anti-Batman camp, it doesn't mean that Red Hood is a villain. He put the gun back in his lap belt, and patted Clark on the shoulder regretfully.

"...It's not easy for you either."

Clark gasped for breath, his heart suddenly hanging in his throat.

What's the meaning?His vest was lifted?He conscientiously covered it for so long, such a big vest——

"Forget it, I don't blame you, but if you want to mess with Superman next time, remember to stay away from my house."

Clark: "..."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

He fell into the unsolvable cycle of me messing with myself. The super brain thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out the brain circuit structure of the other party, but after such a toss, the pizza sent to Damian would be blown by the wind. up!

Clark was silent for a few seconds, then humiliated and went to pick up the paper bag on the ground.

"and many more."

Clark's movements froze, his fingers moved away from the paper rope, and the young man in front of him seemed to suddenly become nervous—he seemed to have just discovered that there was a bag on the ground, and the gun returned to him at some point: "Open it."

Clark: "..."

He has seen this kind of people who are sensitive to Feng Shui and grass. Without exception, those people have been followed or monitored for a long time.

Maybe this young man needs help.

"It's just some food." Clark squatted down, pointed the mouth of the bag at the young man, and took out the lunch box inside bit by bit: "My...the boss ordered me to buy it."

Jason scanned the logo on the lunch box suspiciously. The familiar smell, the familiar packaging, and the twisted Arabic words gradually awakened his memory——before leaving Gotham, he had ordered this bakery around the League of Assassins. cake.

It shouldn't be a chain store, how could there be such a thing in Gotham...?

Clark was a little flustered by Jason's stare, and took out the pizza below: "There is also a vegan pizza."

Jason stared at the string of familiar Arabic words, and an extremely incredible thought gradually emerged, and his throat began to tighten: "... who is your boss?"

"Damian August?" Clark replied uncertainly.

Master Wayne is hanging out with Mr. Wayne, a rich man, and now Damian is his boss.

Jason: "!"

No wonder there was that string of Arabic words—he completely misunderstood what Clark meant, Clark was referring to Damian as the boss who beat the workers, and Jason took him directly as a member of the League of Assassins.

It was the Arabic food that affected Jason's judgment.

Let people go across several continents to buy food in their hometown?

There's nothing wrong with it, it's very Damian.

As the unlucky guy who soaked in the Lazarus pool and was not clear about his mind, he was transferred to be Damian's subordinate, of course he knew how difficult it was for the little boy to serve.

The innocent and honest little reporter suddenly changed his appearance in Jason's eyes.

People in the League of Assassins definitely won't just mess around with Superman. Kent must have some evil intentions and get close to Superman in some very scheming way, but what good is messing around with Superman? Maybe the whole person will be exploited. —

Damian's figure appeared in front of his eyes in due time.

Jason:  …

Red Hood's expression twisted for a moment.

That's right, making children is an old operation of the League of Assassins. Isn't Damian the result of this operation?Pick someone whose abilities they fully agree with, and then steal the DNA to create the best offspring to ensure the eternal greatness of the League of Assassins.

The last person to experience this manipulation was Batman, now it's finally Superman's turn?

Is this Thalia's order?Not surprisingly, the League of Assassins wanted to use Superman's DNA to create a child, but this was unreasonable, after all, Kent was a man.

...It should be a man... right?

Jason is very uncertain about this. After all, the genetic modification technology of the Assassin League can even be produced by Damian, and the whole modified person is nothing—

He really still knows too little.

Clark found that the other party's attitude suddenly changed, and his expression became more friendly. Although he didn't understand what this person had figured out, it was still a good thing.

He squatted on the ground and tied the paper bag tightly: "I still have something to do."

Jason stepped aside and asked casually, "You messed with Superman just now, did you get it?"

Clark: "...um."

I mess with myself, what else can I not do?Only Clark Kent can loudly announce to the world that he got Superman!

Clark satirized this absurd combination bitterly in his heart, and at the same time grabbed his belt, hurriedly fled to the door, his leather shoes stepped on the broken door in two, making a dull sound.

The heel of the leather shoe stepped on the door, and the other foot was about to step out of the attic——

"I wish you good luck." Jason sighed sincerely, but his tone was full of chaotic and evil happiness: "But have you ever thought about how to deal with Superman's anger?"

Clark: "???"

What happened, how did it suddenly have something to do with Superman's anger?Clark stopped, stiffened his neck, and looked over in disbelief... Forget about messing around, does he think Superman will come back and beat Clark Kent up?

The little reporter looked confused, and asked with difficulty while holding his glasses: "What is Superman's anger?"

The black-haired young man shook the gun familiarly, walked to the window, and touched the edge of the oval-shaped damage: "Talia told you to keep it a secret from me? Forget it, I'm not interested in these, but I'm curious about your How did you keep the superhuman DNA active? I heard that Luthor has never found a suitable method to extract the genetic information...You guys will send me a copy of the specimen and the research report."

Clark: "!!!"

His body immediately rotated 180 degrees.

——Let me be healthy and who is coveting my Kryptonian Fertility Book!

Clark squeezed his fingers quietly, and decided to follow the other party's wishes: "Yes, I have obtained some superman DNA, do you have the contact information?"

Go back and pull out some hair.

Jason opened his eyes slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with Kent: "Primitive DNA? Why do I want that thing? I don't want to give Superman a child."

Clark murmured and repeated, his body almost stiffened into a stone: "...make a child!"

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感谢在2021-01-2600:19:02~2021-01-2623:52:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 small animal from Author_Kirkland, Lanlan, Fengji;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles in the dark; 3039611310 bottles; monitoring Batman's sonic papa 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!