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Clark: "...Oh."

He understood what was going on, and the information processed by the super brain slowly surfaced.

Tim doesn't seem surprised at the fact that Dick is Robin, and all signs indicate that Mr. Wayne seems to be quite familiar with Dick's secret identity.

Clark secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Of course it would be best for Dick to get the support of his family, and it would be a pleasant surprise to resolve the misunderstanding. He really didn't want to know who Superman messed with when he found out from others——

Tim flaccidly pulled himself out of Dick's grasp, and a soft thing touched his forehead. His eyes lit up, and he kept his upper body paralyzed on the bed in the salted fish position, and burrowed into it.

——Dick grabbed his collar and forcibly pulled out a little red bird from the quilt roll, he looked at Tim calmly, with a serious expression: "Why do you think I can have sex with Superman just because I am still Robin? "

Tim: "..."

Why doesn't this person think of himself at all?He thought incredulously, but his tie was in Dick's hand, and he might be hung up and beaten by his elder brother at any time. The little red bird hesitated for a few seconds, and thoughtfully made an excuse: "I'm too sleepy."

Clark: "?"

He might have believed it if he hadn't watched their rich guys posting them all day long.

Dick looked at him dubiously.

Tim turned pale, and looked up pitifully. Fortunately, his dark circles had not completely disappeared, which added a little credibility to his words: "Bruce kept me up for three days."

Clark: "!"

The bad information I saw while searching Dick's name just now rushed into Clark's head like a wild dog.

three days?Is this a little too long?

Dick's fingers loosened a little, he naturally knew how many bad things could happen in Gotham in one night, and his younger brother was still a minor, just in the growth period, so it was understandable for him to be sleepy.

Clark: "..."

And Clark hesitated to speak.

Tat for tat, in the story of three people, there will always be one person who does not have a name.

...doesn't anyone want to be held accountable for the murder of Superman?

It hasn't been a day or two since his reputation has been victimized. Ever since he got involved with the rich guy in Gotham, his reputation has never been normal—this is too weird.

The little red bird glanced at Clark very secretly, and paused.

"I'm really sleepy!" He announced loudly, and forced his head into his elder brother's warm embrace. After taking two deep breaths of the white moonlight, he turned his face sideways: "Superman, tonight's dinner is up to you."

"I need to catch up on sleep." Tim dragged Dick to the bed as if he was boneless: "There is a recipe left by Alfred in the kitchen. If Bruce didn't burn it, it should be in the drawer."

Clark: "..."

Dick pulled the quilt over and slid comfortably under the quilt: "It is forbidden to fry steak with heat vision. By the way, I want to have dinner in bed."

Clark: "..."

Now you look like Master Wayne!

He changed his uniform indignantly, put on his plaid shirt, and put on an apron. After tossing for a long time, it turned out that only he was the purest social animal—the migrant worker had to accept the fact that his friends were also rich.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened in his temporary housekeeper career, except that the house was so big that he might not be able to clean it in a month.

Forget it.

…Since his vest has been stripped off by Tim, Superman can clean the Wayne mansion more legitimately, except that Bruce Wayne has been staring at him with a fascinated smile while cleaning——

But he couldn't force anything, after all, it was Wayne, and too many strange things happened today, so many that Clark was almost physically and mentally exhausted.

When all the housework was done, the bread machine just "ding".

He quickly fried a steak with his heat vision and brought it into the bedroom. Dick had already changed into home clothes, and was leaning against the bedside reading a book in a comfortable cotton coat. When he saw Clark, he raised his index finger to stroke his lips, and then Pointing to the side.

The rich happy bed is big enough, even if Tim and Dick are lying on it, there is still enough space, Clark sighed, didn't bother to change his uniform, quietly wrapped his red cape tightly, and lay down on it too.

The night had fallen for a long time, the dim yellow floor lamp beside the bed was turned to the lowest setting by Dick, and the mattress was also extremely soft. Clark turned off the super hearing, and was so happy that he almost melted into the bed.

Under the yellow sun, Clark didn't feel tired, but he still had the idea of ​​simply not waking up, as long as he didn't wake up, he could escape tomorrow's work.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, the sixth sense suddenly issued an alarm that could make the hairs on steel stand on end, and Clark suddenly opened his eyes——

Clark swears that it is a scene he has never seen in his life. The indescribable shadow seems to be close at hand, the mist of fangs and claws floats in the inorganic void, and the air is full of unparalleled pressure. He is darkness, he is It's distortion, he's revenge... The unbearable eyes directly hit his face.

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Clark was immediately taken aback.

It was really frightening - he lay on his back in mid-air with wide-eyed eyes, only feeling that the gaze from the abyss seemed to be able to freeze the soul of a Kryptonian.

Rao!

The abyss gave him a cold glance, and he jumped down.

Clark shook his red cape, and flew out of the window angrily, the urge to wring Batman's head off was stirring in his heart.

...Bruce actually had no qualms about Superman appearing on Dick's bed.

Brucey Baby was not a mere disguise, a long-term unquestionable disguise had to have something real in it, and to tell the truth, he didn't find it difficult to pretend to be Brucey Baby.

Instead, he showed up late to parties, went on dates with a bunch of supermodels, got drunk and spent a lot of money — and, it has to be said, being an unscrupulous jerk rich guy is pretty darn good.

He does like this.

So Bruce is fine with anything... anything on Dick's bed, as long as it's not some weird and inhuman cosmic race, he doesn't comment on it, but Master Wayne is still worth a few seconds for the little reporter, and then Symbolically raised his head.

"Give me a reason why you are here."

Clark paused for a moment, and stretched out his proud chest muscles: "Same as you."

It's not the same as Batman. Batman probably came to date Bruce Wayne, and he was called by his lover Clark to serve the Wayne family!

Bruce: "..."

Annoying.

How did he not know when Superman joined the Wayne family?Are you here to join us?

Clark felt that the other party's expression was always a little subtle, and he lowered his face: "You—"

But he did join Superman.

"I'm joining the Justice League," Bruce said calmly.

Clark closed his mouth aggrievedly: "Okay, I know—"

Before he finished speaking, Batman interrupted him again: "There was an oil spill off the coast of Philadelphia. The cause of the investigation was a very large cruise ship. There was a small fire in the mountains of California. I'll give you seven minutes and 42 seconds of the oil spill." deal with, other than that..."

"Wait, wait!" Clark tasted the familiar feeling of powerlessness again, and always felt that everything related to Gotham would become very evil: "I know that the wildfire spreads quickly, but why is it seven minutes and 42 seconds? "

Batman glanced at him, pretending he didn't hear, and finished the sentence on his own: "I need your help to build a tower."

Clark: "..."

Can he screw this guy's head off?

Batman obviously has his own source of information, Clark completely let go of his super hearing, and confirmed it again.

Hell, Batman was right, and those were really the only things that mattered right now.

But it's really embarrassing to just listen to Batman's command.

As if guessing what he was thinking, the Dark Knight sneered mockingly and indifferently.

Clark: "..."

"I was planning to go!" Clark stomped on the ground angrily, and there was an extra footprint on the expensive wooden corridor of Wayne Manor, and then he carefully wiped the footprint away with Batman's fierce gaze Ping, forcibly threw half of the pot: "The damage to the floor of Wayne Manor also has to be your share."

……

When it was dawn, Clark couldn't find a chance to catch his breath. Batman definitely has some terrible ability-maybe it is to predict the future?

Whenever he felt that he could take a rest, that calm and hoarse voice would come in through the air. The Dark Knight in Gotham seemed to be very sure that he was being watched by super hearing, and Clark almost turned his The earth circled several times.

Forest fires, waterspouts in the Pacific Ocean, plane crashes, ground subsidence... and a small meteor.

Batman schedules every minute and every second, and Clark thought he'd hate working with Batman, but as the night passed, he had to admit that it was damn good to have a partner.

As long as Batman is willing, he is definitely the best companion in the world.

Clark never enjoyed having teammates, although he heard Peter mention the joy of joining the establishment—it was as if he could see the sun at dawn every time he fell into despair.

But Clark never despaired, and even when the kryptonite nearly killed him, it never occurred to him to draw another human being into the dangerously over-the-top life of a superhero.

Until he had Batman.

It was the first time that the god of the world knew what it was like to be taken care of. Before that, he always wanted a super to solve everything...communicating with local public authorities, appeasing emotional victims, calculating compensation for war damage, etc. Rescuing people is not the most difficult part, the level after the rescue is the real challenge.

"Superman, don't get distracted," Batman said, "Do as I say."

...that's awesome, Batman.

The troubles he was worried about were taken over by Batman. Clark was surprised to find that as long as he obeyed Batman's command, the battle damage would be much less!

Clark rubbed his nose and couldn't help feeling ashamed. He had always been biased against Batman, but maybe the dark knight was just not sociable, and as long as he was willing to work hard, maybe they could be the best partner in the world.

Clark thought as he fell slowly, hovering in front of Batman.

"Batman." He pursed his lips, and changed to a more intimate name: "B... about everything before——what are you doing?"

Clark's voice turned a corner, and Batman calmly put away the strange looking machine in his hand.

"Test your abilities." His imaginary best partner looked up, and Clark could only see an emotionless chin and dark goggles: "I got some interesting news from Luther."

Clark froze for a moment, a trace of anger slowly swelled from the bottom of his heart.

He moved his gaze to Batman's face, unceremoniously opened the X-sight, only to find that the bat hood was completely invisible.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of the cape streaking across the sky, and before it hit the ground completely, he caught a glimpse of a faint green light flashing under Batman's cape.

He's definitely going to screw Batman's head off, Clark thought serenely.

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感谢在2021-02-0100:15:56~2021-02-0200:37:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 shikigami; 1 small animal of black crane and wind discipline;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qingzhou Yuse; 2 bottles of Yunyun Yun;

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