Clark has something to say

Jason's eyes were a little dull, he picked his wrist absently, and patted the floor with his toe.

How many ways can ordinary people acquire abilities overnight?

It can be roughly classified into three types. The first is natural transformation. For example, like Spiderman and Flash, the probability of hitting one in [-] billion, and the second is to participate in some messy human experiments. Gotham was originally the villain of a good person. Mostly this path.

The last one is the most difficult. It mainly requires more reincarnation skills. Rich guys like Batman, Ironman, and Green Arrow will take this path. Money is the most useful superpower. In addition, if you look If the character is based on the happy point of the rich, it is easy to be caught back and become an assistant.

Jason really likes his black hair and blue eyes.

But Kent's hand skills are even better, which can be attributed to the scope of the mysterious side. Many mages will choose to dedicate themselves to the objects they serve in order to gain power. There are people who can handle such ghosts and beasts in the palace.

Mage is actually the most important existence, there is no one, think about Constantine's garrison area and Loki's children... Jason cut off his fantasy in time.

After all, it's really safe to toss a child of the evil god - different from the previous two risks of being cool at the beginning, as long as you can get the child of the evil god into your body, it is equivalent to carrying a renewable and environmentally friendly sage with you. The stone of the hunter.

The most valuable thing is that during the embryonic development stage, the mother's body will not be damaged due to being unable to withstand excessive force. The overall transformation is a gentle and slow process. Even if the evil god is not good enough, the mother's body can at least last until the child is born.

What's more, Superman is not an evil god.

There is nothing wrong with it, the logic is completely self-consistent, the League of Assassins can do this kind of thing, as for whether Superman can make Kent have children, whether Kent can have children, etc.——

Come on, the League of Assassins can even create Damian, so what's so difficult about having a baby?

Jason's face was sullen, and his eyes flicked across Kent's body without a trace. The tall man didn't seem to notice his abnormality at all, and his movements of moving the wooden box were quite natural.

Robin, who has been trained by Batman, can be sure that Kent has absolutely no sense of being different.

This kind of reaction can directly rule out the first one. For the sudden gain of power, the human body must at least go through a process of adaptation, just like Peter was bitten by a mutant spider and almost directly demolished the bedroom.

All traces were verifying Jason's conjecture. The black-haired young man paused, his train of thought gradually wandering.

As a chaotic and evil camp hero, Jason's thinking is quite flexible, and he has no self-restraint. After becoming a red hood, he has become a purist.

To be honest, he has been coveting Superman's power for a long time. Before returning to Gotham, Jason made a special effort to sweep through the laboratories of various secret societies, trying to see if he could steal a low-quality clone of Superman— —He is self-aware enough, and he doesn't intend to confront the gods of the world.

Nothing.

In the end, he pinned his great hopes on Luther and Hydra, but only some Superman hair samples were kept in those two places, and there were a few more bottles of blood on Luther's side.

He had no choice but to dismiss this idea regretfully, and the twists and turns, the showmanship of the League of Assassins brought him a glimmer of hope, if Kent can—

Clark shuddered inexplicably. He looked around and quickly found the source of his creepiness.

Jason was looking at his belly with an extremely subtle look, exactly the same as fucking Bruce Wayne, with a kind of critical and scrutinizing look.

Clark: "..."

He bit the bullet and put the box on the designated spot. When he turned around, Jason stared at him with an unpredictable expression.

"Kent, you and Superman—"

There was a severe discomfort in Clark's stomach, but after a few days of life in Gotham, he was able to hypnotize himself numbly and calmly: "Yes, I am in a relationship with Superman."

The black-haired young man looked very dissatisfied. Under the stressful eyes of the other party, Clark straightened his back involuntarily, calculated all the details of his relationship with him, and took it whenever he needed it.

"How is your body?" The other party turned around and asked an irrelevant question.

Clark looked bewildered: "...a little heartbeat."

As a human being who wants to give birth to the next generation for Superman, it is only a little arrhythmia, so Superman's embryo is quite gentle, he patted Clark on the shoulder in relief: "You have worked hard to give birth to Superman's child."

Clark gasped for breath: "?"

Pupil Earthquake!

What is this man talking about?

Clark's whole super is not very good now, no, the previous progress didn't just stop at the level of me messing with myself. When, when did Superman make Clark's stomach bigger behind his back?

Clark lowered his head, his mind went blank, and his eyes were extremely frightened.

Jason nodded and asked calmly, "What do you think of Damian?"

Clark had no idea what the other party was going to do, but as a paid social animal, it was the basic rule not to speak ill of the boss.

"It's great." The little reporter's heart was overwhelmed, his mouth was insincere, and his face was extremely sincere: "There is no doubt that he is a genius, I swear he can change the whole world in the future..."

The little reporter racked his brains, even if the boss is not on the scene, he has to fart the rainbow, but for some reason, the black-haired young man's complexion is getting worse and worse, and his eyebrows are getting tighter and tighter, just like seeing Batman riding a rainbow The pony did a lap dance in front of him.

Clark closed his mouth knowingly.

What a disaster, Jason thought desperately, he had really had enough of the loyalty education of the League of Assassins, Damian was the most evil human cub he had ever seen, and he had no doubt that Kent would crawl out of his stomach Next Damian.

The gene is too bad.

He wanted to have his own Superman, but he had only two choices, one was to snatch Kent's child and raise him himself, and the other was to give birth to him—

The grown-up Red Hood doesn't pick either.

He decides to let Grayson die.

Red Hood's wild and over-the-top plan drove a steamroller, and Dick Grayson, his White Moonlight Robin, was an idol throughout the first half of his life. Admittedly, Dick's genes are impeccable.

A smaller version of Dick Grayson whose heart melts just thinking about it.

It's just that Dick's body size is a little bit different from Clark's, and he is a circle smaller than Clark. A man like Superman, a peerless alpha among alphas, must like to develop people who are comparable to him.

But it's okay, Jason swears with the red hood that no one can resist a dick's ass, even gods among men.

He straightened his expression so that he wouldn't look too much like a pimp, but the smell of door-to-door sales couldn't stop coming out of him: "Clark."

He pronounced Clark's name amiably.

The little reporter shuddered and stared at Jason in panic: "What are you doing?"

Genetic Tome issued an instinctive warning.

"I have a friend." Jason used the universal opening without thinking: "His lifelong dream is to be Superman's flesh and blood. From the time I knew him, he wanted to be fucked by Superman once."

Grass came out.

Clark tried to be calm: "Thanks, but I know there are a lot of people who want to be fucked by Superman once—"

"No!" Jason clapped his hands violently: "He's different, don't compare those messy people with him!"

Clark always felt that the other party's voice sounded offended, he was silent for a moment, and calmly signaled: "You continue."

"I bet Superman will fall in love with him." Jason said solemnly, "And I need you to introduce him to Superman."

Clark: "..."

Superman lovers are offended!

Hello, does anyone remember him as Superman's boyfriend?Clark angrily assumed his role, and said righteously: "You're kidding."

Jason thought for a moment, then shook his head solemnly: "You don't understand, I'm sure Superman will have sex with him."

This fucking sounded like a passive humanoid self-propelled gun, and Clark was more serene.

Jason gestured in the air: "His butt is so-up, of course, this is just the most insignificant of his countless advantages."

Clark took a deep breath: "Superman is my other soul, I can never be separated from him, sorry..."

Jason sneered absently: "Promise me, if he wants to fuck you, you don't agree."

Clark was about to be messed around and depressed, the little reporter sighed deeply, and decided to face the core question: "I don't understand, why do you have to have trouble with Superman?"

He took up the posture of Superman persuading the lost lamb: "If he is really that good, why don't you mess with him yourself?"

I have fallen.

Unprecedentedly, Clark realized that he was sliding towards a bottomless black hole, but he had given up struggling, and he laughed bitterly in his heart, ready to continue outputting.

Jason: "..."

Red Hood was lost in thought.

Clark: "..."

Clark's super brain stuck for a moment, no, what are you thinking about?Why are you suddenly thinking?

He rubbed the hem of his clothes, his whole body was stiff, the tricks of fate are always so unbelievable, he didn't want someone to be exploited by the red hood because of his nonsense.

"I'm joking." In order to interrupt the other party's dangerous train of thought in time, he had to create a big enough impact, Clark said palely: "Actually, I suddenly think your idea is pretty good, but who is that person you're talking about?" , is there any contact information?"

"it's me."

A figure stepped out from the corner of the warehouse. With a slight movement of his fingers, the kari stick made a tooth-piercing sizzling sound, and blue-purple electric arcs danced on the end of the stick.

"I'm glad you think so highly of me."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-02-0622:56:31~2021-02-0800:18:44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: 1 small animal of discipline;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of 芖芖, Nianhua Silu; 3 bottles of Banana; 1 bottle of Chenxing, deicide, Yunyun, and Yun;

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