Clark has something to say

Tired, ruin it, he thought in disbelief.

Clark doesn't want to know why there is such a complicated relationship between brothers. Is this Gotham?

No, this pot of Gotham is not backed up. It is known that Red Hood is Dick's brother, and Dick is the adopted son of the Wayne family. To round it up, Bruce Wayne adopted Red Hood.

But he couldn't remember when Dick had an extra brother, so he had just been adopted by Bruce—although he couldn't see the underage at all.

... so brave.

But he was not surprised by this. After all, Baby Bruce was covered in plaster for most of the year. Thanks to him, rich people all over the United States warned their prodigal sons to find any excitement, just don’t touch extreme sports. .

...So it’s okay for Baby Bruce to adopt a big-breasted man. I heard that in a certain country, same-sex couples who enter into marriage cannot be legalized, and the older one will adopt the younger one, so as to live together legally Purpose.

Clark pretended to be calm and pushed his glasses, his mind was so wide open, and because he forced himself to convince himself, his face showed a sense of sudden realization.

Dick: "..."

Superman's white moonlight filter has changed color in the past few days, and the white moon has become a yellow moon on a rainy day. He paused for his own innocence: "He is my younger brother, the second child of the Wayne family. .”

Clark was startled suddenly.

Dick muttered on the side: "... a terrible day, luckily... resurrected..."

Is there a second child in the Wayne family?Clark rummaged through his memory for a while, feeling a little flustered for some reason. Logically speaking, the super brain would not forget anything, but Dick took it for granted——

Dick turned his face away: "Little Jay Bird, a friendly reminder, don't provoke Damian, if Damian is blasted to the point of explosion, and then spreads to Xiaohong... Do you want to become a social animal?"

Jason: "..."

red hood scared

In Wayne Group's warehouse, wooden boxes that hadn't been unloaded from the truck were piled up on the truck board. Dick picked up the crowbar on the ground and said, "Why are you moving these things?"

There are piles of insulating plastic in the box, which is filled with TNT that can blow up the entire Gotham. He has no doubt that Jason just went to the Iceberg Restaurant to rob a wave of Penguins. Maybe all the contraband in Gotham is here. .

Jason frowned: "Of course it was to blow up the old man, why is the clown still alive?"

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

He didn't really want to get involved in such a dangerous topic.

Jason frowned, his pupils moved up slightly, wait, clown?

He bent his elbows and tried to push the hood with the muzzle of the gun out of habit, but he didn't meet any resistance, and then realized belatedly that Dick had knocked off his hood earlier.

Just hearing the name clown made him feel sick.

——But not long ago, he obviously just received the adaptation training of the Assassin League.

Jason began to recall the unknown blue flower at the foot of the snowy mountains in the Middle East. After grinding it into powder and igniting it, it will emit a special aroma. It is used to treat desperate memories and is an alternative way to overcome PTSD.

In Wayne's warehouse, there is only a damp smell mixed with cool metal. In his perception, that aroma should be very recognizable, but now he feels that it is very far away.

At the same time, he was surprised to realize that he had no fear of clowns. As he thought about it, a pain that could easily be ignored rose from his forehead.

No one spoke for a long time, until the atmosphere was broken by Dick.

"Isn't the clown already dead?"

Jason looked up sharply, as if Dick was speaking in a language he couldn't understand: "What? He—how?"

Dick twirled the kari stick in his hand. His wrist was elegant and beautiful. He rubbed the handle with the scrub on the wristband of his uniform, and said lightly, "He's dead."

Clark pursed his lips nervously.

"Batman killed him."

Dick paused again for a moment before speaking, his voice was very soft but possessed undeniable strength: "Have you forgotten? After you were killed by the Joker, Batman lost control for a while, and he couldn't bear the monster to take anything away— —”

"He broke the clown's neck for you."

"Impossible, he wasn't stopped—" Jason seemed to have bit his tongue suddenly, and shut his mouth abruptly.

Silent.

The warehouse suddenly fell silent. The Wayne Building is located on the busiest street in Gotham. Even though the air was silent, the three of them could still hear the scattered footsteps outside the warehouse.

After a while, Jason blinked and smiled unhurriedly: "I just returned to Gotham."

Resurrecting from the dead has to be a process of acceptance. Even the Red Hood cannot control all the movements of Gotham in the first place.

The big blue bird logically thought that if he didn't get here in time, there might be a big problem now, he let go of Jason, carefully checked the warehouse on one side, and extinguished a warhead that was flashing red.

After he finished all this, he took out a piece of chocolate from Clark's pocket. The little reporter would habitually carry this kind of soothing food to appease the emotions of rescue targets.

This chocolate brand was originally on the verge of bankruptcy, so Clark wholesaled a large bag in the discount area, but because of Superman's inadvertent endorsement, the stock price soared by [-] points.

When Dick accompanied Clark to the supermarket, he decisively invested all his wealth, but Superman himself was so poor that he could only live on photosynthesis, without any capital, and finally failed to catch up with his own dividends.

The big blue bird chewed the chocolate and said vaguely, "Little Wing, are you going home for dinner tonight?"

Jason didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were lowered absently, and he nodded slowly until Dick's hand was on his shoulder.

"Ask Bruce to make me some cream of mushroom soup," he said. "No apple pie."

Clark was as quiet as a chicken, and watched the sitcom in front of him without saying a word-a sudden beginning, an unexpected turn, and finally ended with a beautiful family carnival.

The results were good and the process was hilarious.

The colleagues in the purchasing department were still waiting for him. He had been fishing for a long time during working hours. Since Jason was being talked about by Dick, now was an excellent time to leave without disturbing anyone.

Just let them Wayne torture each other.

The little reporter turned around and walked towards the warehouse gate.

"Clark."

Dick stopped him suddenly.

Clark turned his head, and Dick seemed to want to take a step forward, but his body only swayed slightly and remained in place.

Light came in from the small window on the roof of the underground warehouse, falling on Ye Yi's body and face.

He looked radiant, healthy and rosy under the domino mask.

"Welcome to Gotham."

"I know it's hard for you to accept all this." He draws out his tone and shrugs with a smile: "But you have to get used to this. If you need to talk, I'm always here."

**

Clark rushed back to Wayne Building with his dress in his hands. Although his position was Wayne's exclusive publicist, now it seemed that he was more like a personal assistant or an exclusive secretary.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help but staggered. The concentration of beauty in the CEO's office was simply beyond the standard. Diana—Wonder Woman was wearing a white dress, sitting obliquely on Bruce's desk, and the soft silk fabric was hanging on her. feet.

Bruce Wayne's body is pressed against the back of the chair, his knees are spread apart, and he has a smile on his face, and there is a figure in front of them.

Copying it one by one, the red cloak fluttered behind him, forming a beautiful arc.

No one is more familiar with this figure than Clark, after all, he can see it in the mirror every day when he washes his face.

The little reporter lost his mind for a moment: "Mr. Wayne, your dress."

What is this for?

Why did Diana and Bruce flirt with Superman? What's even more frightening is that he felt that Superman's placement here didn't feel out of place, as if he was born to be in Wayne's office.

"Clark." Bruce knocked on the table: "You are the most familiar with Superman, come and see, what needs to be improved?"

The projector is estimated to use the black technology of the Wayne Group, and the shadow of Superman is too real——

It's so real that Clark himself can't find faults, which is very unusual. Superman's uniforms are made of Kryptonian-specific fabrics, and the difference can be straightforwardly found in both visual and tactile senses.

In the past, there were no deformed villains pretending to be Superman, but they were always exposed as soon as they appeared. No one can imitate Kryptonian cloth. This technology is only possessed by Fortress of Solitude.

Exactly the same, Clark thought.

The uniform of the three primary colors, the crest of the Ayre family woven on the chest in red and yellow, and the bright red cloak, all the colors are the brightest and full of saturation.

The AI ​​of the Fortress of Solitude deliberately mixes this color that symbolizes hope. Superman has been wearing it, like the sun walking in the world.

Clark reached out to touch the red cloak, but it didn't work.

Clark: "..."

"At the charity dinner tonight, I want to announce to the outside world that the Wayne Group will fund the Justice League, but it is not suitable for Superman to appear on this occasion. Fortunately, the gadget developed by Lucius is good enough."

Can he study this projector and create a phantom of Superman himself, so that his insurance for narcissus will be increased.

"How?" Bruce urged.

"Okay, Bruce." Diana held her chin and said seriously: "I swear in the name of my father, he is Superman."

Bruce pressed the projector, and the influence of Superman rose into the air. He looked at it again, but he was still not satisfied. He asked persistently, "Clark, I need your opinion."

The little reporter paused: "He's not Superman."

Clark raised his neck with great effort. From his angle, he could only see the red cloak swinging slightly. When he reached up, he could just touch the hem of the cloak.

The god of the world's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be frozen, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were cold.

He stares at the world with nothing in his eyes.