Clark has something to say

Freddy decided to make today his unlucky day.

First, there was something wrong with the crutches, and then he was ridiculed by several annoying ghosts, saying that Billy, who was going to give him a surprise, couldn't even see the figure.

Freddy sighed and poked the broccoli on his plate with his fork, trying to imagine the bland vegetable as a steak.

"Freddie! Hey! My best friend—"

The little boy covered his face in despair and joy. It wasn't that he wanted to complain, but his little friend always spoke in the shell of Shazam, which always made him feel very silly——

Then he saw Billy wink his eyes with a smile: "I also invited another friend."

Freddy tried to express "Dude, don't you" with his eyes, until he heard the strange sound of people screaming and being choked in the restaurant.

He subconsciously looked towards the door.

——Freddie was first distracted by the crimson cloak. As far as he knew, there was only one person who could wear the cloak like this. Then his eyes were attracted by the huge "S".

...Superman?

His heart seemed to be able to jump out of his body at any time, and the overly strong emotions rushed over like a flood, and his gaze slowly moved up.

He collected and sorted out half a hard drive, and it appeared in front of him.

Superman is unbelievably handsome, and when he smiles, he looks even prettier than the sun god in ancient epics. Any object as hard as iron will be melted by such a smile.

"Hello, Freddy."

He talked to me!Freddy heard a completely broken scream, and it wasn't until the god on earth pulled out a chair helplessly that he realized that the scream was made by himself.

……

He ate the whole meal in a daze, and he was shocked for countless times during the whole process—the posture of Superman drinking milk is also beautiful!He also eats like a normal person, and at the end, at the end of his stammering plea, Superman gives him a big hug!

...Superman is not hard!

The little boy was buried in Superman's plump chest muscles. Even though the roots of his ears were red, he was still reluctant to let go. He didn't stand upright until he was patted on the shoulder.

"Superman, can you sign me?"

Of course Clark would not refuse, even though he felt ashamed no matter how many times he signed it, he borrowed a pen from the students watching Superman and asked gently, "Where is the sign?"

The eyes of a little boy with soft curly hair lit up, and then, like a squirrel digging through his inventory, he tremblingly took out a box from his schoolbag.

"I signed the box—"

Clark spit out the tone with a strange look: "Is it?"

Wrapped in red velvet, a batarang lay upright in the box.

The whole body is pitch black, with two sharp corners protruding in the middle, and there are a few gaps on the original sharp blade. Although it is a bit deformed, he will never admit it wrong, after all, not long ago, this thing made his face confused.

"Can you sign it on the batarang?"

The little boy said embarrassedly: "It cost me a whole year and a half of pocket money, and yesterday it was fired up to [-] dollars on eBay..."

Clark: Pupil earthquake!

Freddy's voice was small, but in Clark's ears it was no less than a lightning strike.

Damn, why, Clark closed his eyes peacefully.

Why didn't anyone tell him this shit was worth so much sooner - the little reporter who made a bunch of batarangs into a ball in front of Batman is now dying to have his head ripped off -

Is there still time to provoke Batman at night?

And he can also adjust the hardness of the skin to ensure that there are no gaps on the batarang!

"Of course." Clark tried his best to control the fluctuations in his heart. He took the bat dart from the little boy's hand, engraved a Superman logo on it with his heat vision, and blew his frozen breath again: "Here."

Gotham suddenly became fragrant!

He hastily bid farewell to Freddy, rushed into the Wayne Building as fast as he could, and stamped his fingerprints on the punch card machine. The CEO's office was still dark, maybe Bruce Wayne hadn't woken up yet...

"You came later than me, Clark, did Superman delay your time?"

Clark's eyes darkened.

Faced with this kind of soul torture before entering the door, he shrank back to his work station as quietly as a chicken, and continued to work on the unfinished work yesterday.

Master Wayne sauntered behind him and leaned against the window, watching him with interest.

Clark: "..."

Is it his illusion?Why did he see some kindness in Master Wayne's eyes?And it is quite indescribable, with a bit of critical and scrutinizing kindness.

He couldn't sit still for a while, could it be that Batman told the story of himself and Superman to the rich man, rounding it up, he also counted as joining the Wayne family?

I really didn't come to join this family.

He was in a panic, but luckily the phone on the desk rang twice in time. It was a colleague from the purchasing department who asked him to pick up Bruce's dress for the banquet at night.

Clark looked back flatteringly, eagerly: "Mr. Wayne, your handmade dress has arrived, I have to go and get it..."

He couldn't wait for the other party to agree, so he stood up from the chair and went into the elevator. When the cage was halfway down, there was an extremely small sound of the lever being pulled, and passed along the metal plate to his ears.

Is this Gotham?

He had only been in Gotham for a few days, and he was quite calm about the sound of the safety catch being pulled, but the source of the sound was too close, so Clark glanced over there.

The little reporter looked away, but it was just a bucket with a face...

Wait, where's the bucket?

He was so exhausted by the Wayne family that he even forgot the most important thing!In addition, he was ordered by Batman all night, so he didn't have time to trouble Luther.

There are still people coveting his genetic treasure!He was a little bald with worry, he was delayed for a few days, maybe he was going to be a father——

Clark stared at the hood that could make expressions, and scanned the person in the hood with his x-sight. As expected, it was still Jason.

The elevator dinged.

Clark found an unobtrusive place to sit down, staring solemnly at the load-bearing wall in front of him, his see-through eyes could clearly see the movement around Jason.

The black-haired youth was instructing his subordinates to carry boxes along the rutted path. Their destination should be the warehouse of Wayne Building.

Definitely nothing good.

Jason Todd's dangerous aura was almost overflowing, and those wearing courier clothes had abnormal muscle density. Clark couldn't recognize what was in the box, but instinctively felt that it was dangerous.

His first reaction was to call the police, but he immediately realized that this place in Gotham was different from other places, calling the police might as well be as useful as shouting Batman to the sky.

The relationship between Wayne and Gotham is quite delicate. For some reason, Gotham villains seldom attack the Wayne Group. Although they try to throw Master Wayne off the roof every day, based on past experience, once the Wayne Building goes bad Disaster, Gotham must also be almost destroyed.

Clark's heart sank suddenly. He thought for a moment and felt that he still couldn't ignore it. The daily fights in Gotham were fine, and the chaotic Superman involved in power struggles should not intervene, but if it endangered ordinary people, he couldn't ignore it. .

In view of the fact that Clark Kent's identity has been registered with the other party, Clark did not change his uniform, and he tidied up his plaid shirt a little. There was only one small flaw in the whole operation-he couldn't explain why Clark Kent could find out the conspiracy of this group of people , so along the way, he has been embellishing the made-up excuses.

He moved lightly to the warehouse, speaking as quietly as possible, and it was the first time he participated in villain activities, even Superman was not used to it, which made his actions always look a little sneaky.

"Jason?"

Jason was startled, and the gun suddenly turned around. After seeing that it was Clark, his shoulders slowly relaxed, and he complained, "What are you doing?"

Clark paused: "...Uh, connector?"

In X's line of sight, he saw Jason's expression became quite complicated. After a while, the black-haired young man said in a word: "We Gotham people never do things in secret."

Clark: "..."

Very well, Batman, you're expelled from Gotham.

You Gotham people are so fucking weird, look, is this a human language?

It's so wild.

The little reporter slandered angrily, and was about to tell the story he had been rehearsing for a long time, but he didn't even open his head, so Jason pointed at the box naturally: "Come over and help when you're here."

Clark: "..."

He had a new understanding of the people of Gotham. The little reporter silently walked to the container. The wooden box was not very big, so he put several boxes together and picked them up calmly.

Jason wasn't surprised that people from the League of Assassins could find him. Rather, he was surprised if Clark really honestly went to the old room to connect. He lowered his head and checked the communication. When he looked up again, he found that Clark had already left Went to Area A.

Area A is filled with Currier metal that has not yet been melted and shaped, and its density is extremely high. It is difficult for someone like him who has received special training from Batman to lift a wooden box.

Jason's eyelids twitched, and he stopped him: "Wait—"

Clark hugged the box and looked over innocently. His glasses slipped a little, so he turned his head and slapped him with his shoulder.

Jason: "!"

Did he remember it wrong?

The red hood who had just issued a declaration of never being sneaky, with a sullen face, quietly slid to Area A, with his back to Clark, and his backhand against the corner of the top box.

Did not move.

Jason: "..."

Red Hood confused.

What the hell is going on.

There are stronger men everywhere, Gotham can find a dozen, but Clark Kent is not a fighter at all - he just doesn't look like he has ever been trained or participated in hand-to-hand combat.

The League of Assassins will not waste the transformation quota for this kind of person.

But just in case, he quickly followed Clark and asked directly: "Have you accepted Thalia's transformation?"

Clark looked over innocently.

Jason: "..."

"Okay, you don't need to answer." Jason waved his hand impatiently and stood still.

It’s not good to see too much. If it’s on other people, it’s easy for them to guess whether Clark has a secret identity, but Jason has really seen ordinary people suddenly gain abilities—Gotham mutation There are so many villains that even Batman has a few one-shot hangs.

Moreover, Kent behaved too naturally, as if he didn't realize that his strength had changed at all, and members of the Assassin's League in his direction were usually not sent to places where they could come into contact with dangerous mutants.

... Eliminate all impossible situations, and the rest, no matter how unbelievable, are facts.

The only thing special about Kent is that he was developed by Superman.

Jason's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized——

He's pregnant with Superman's child!

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I saw that the comment section said that my wife wrote about sexual ability.. Sorry, I read too many fanfictions, and I couldn't remember it at all. I quickly changed it, and please let me know if this problem occurs in the future. 【Dogeza】

感谢在2021-02-0515:57:29~2021-02-0622:56:31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 landmine: Feng Ji's little animal, Gu Yun 1;

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