Clark has something to say

Every city has a specific temperament, and people living in the city will inevitably be contaminated with one or two. Human society is also used to define people in this way. The city label is similar to a stereotype, firmly affixed to everyone,

Clark is well versed in the rules of the game, so when he introduces himself, he always states that he is from Kansas, so that the first impression left on the outside world is that Clark Kent is a simple and rustic guy.

And he does bear the imprint of Kansas, the golden corn, the dry and clear sky... This is his first memory of the earth.

But Gotham is different. Gotham is an extremely complicated city. Even in a federal country, its existence is subtle enough. After all, not every city will declare a state of war every now and then, blowing up all connections with the outside world. suspension bridge.

The city seems to be getting better since Batman came along.

The most intuitive comparison is that crimes in Gotham are now going to the police, and Clark heard the news on the radio when he was a child. It is divided into green zone, red zone and yellow zone. The red zone is directly occupied by lunatics and indiscriminate murderers.

Human experimentation, human trafficking, biochemical transformation... There is no taboo here, it is precarious, but opportunities are everywhere, and there are always people who throw themselves into this hopeless city like a swamp.

And Bruce Wayne is simply the property of Gotham. If Gotham consciously exists, then she will definitely make Bruce Wayne her own taboo without hesitation.

His every move reminds one of the bad-tempered young master in the old days, and his gestures will inadvertently bring out the unique decadence and extravagance of the golden age, and any absurd things can't be too much for him.

People will hold Tony Stark to a high standard and look at Lex Luthor with scrutiny.

Can Bruce Wayne?

"Oh, he's Gotham's Bruce Baby."

That's Gotham.

He seems to be easy to fool, but if you think you really understand this young master's temper, in the next second, he will be able to smile, turn his back on you mercilessly and drive you out of his world.

It's like those shallow sea-like eyes, but if you take a closer look, you will find that there is a layer of dark ice clearly inside.

How on earth did he get the reputation of being an idiot?

Clark was thinking about how to reasonably explain to Bruce why he felt Bruce needed a break, and he couldn't just say to the boss, sorry I'm Superman, I have super senses—

Before Clark became Superman, he knew not to tear off other people's disguise at will. Even though Kryptonians' super senses can easily distinguish a person's real appearance, the more Clark sees, the more clear he is that there is no one's disguise. It's a figment of imagination.

Rather, everyone did not pretend to be themselves, but selectively exposed a part of them.

Baby Brucey is a part of Bruce Wayne. He chose to expose this side to the public. He must have his own reasons. In Clark's experience, this reason is usually not very good.

the reason.

A very heavy word.

It is difficult for Clark to use human values ​​to judge a person, because he can always see something deeper in human beings. Clark can understand why criminals commit crimes, and why good people do bad things. In the true sense, everything has a reason , so when he encounters tragedy, he will be very sad.

If someone reached out to them before they fell into despair, if someone could stop the tragedy before it happened——

This is the original intention of the birth of Superman.

Clark is not stingy with his strength, he just wants to do as many good things for the world as possible. After all, he has already lost one planet, and he can't afford to lose the second. The earth is so kind to him, so good that Superman can't wait Put the earth in a bottle, and let everyone live in peace.

While Clark was hesitating, Bruce was also looking at the little reporter in front of him openly. This is the most convenient thing to be Brucey's baby, and no one will find it strange what he does.

Bruce always felt that what the other party said just now didn't seem to be a simple evasion.

Clark Kent is a very strange man.

Anyone as athletic as Clark Kent is more or less aggressive, just as the admittedly mild-tempered Golden Retriever can sometimes tear down a home.

But Clark wasn't.

He's truly non-aggressive, turning himself into a limp puffy cloud, wrapping his good figure in a plaid shirt and wearing the most rustic black-rimmed glasses, in keeping with the country's take on traditional values Everything described is a typical over-the-top young man from a small town who was born on a farm.

Bruce can guess Clark's ideals in life.

Buy a small house in the suburbs, marry a wife I really like, have three children, and raise a dog. On rest days, I will have picnics, go fishing, and watch baseball games with my family...

There is nothing out of the ordinary about Clark Kent's life.

But such a person actually likes Batman?

The core of Batman is not a likable thing, fear, despair, coldness, violence... No one likes Batman except lunatics and a small group of people who hope to be unique by liking Batman.

Even Bruce himself doesn't like Batman.

But Clark is definitely not the above two types of people, and he doesn't seem to know anything about Batman. Bruce himself is a master of lies, so he can naturally tell whether Clark is lying or not.

Maybe this little reporter has a side that he hasn't discovered yet.

"Ah, it's your turn!"

Clark's eyes lit up, and he finally had a chance to squeeze Bruce away without facing Bruce's questioning, and leaned in front of the ice cream truck: "What flavor do you want?"

"One of all flavors." Bruce waved his hand, and his voice was loud: "Kent, go get my driver and let him fly the helicopter to send the ice cream back."

He didn't feel how shocking his behavior was.

The people in the team poked their heads out to both sides in unison, wanting to see who would be so stupid and rich——

For the first time, Clark felt so alone in the public eye.

He was silent for a moment: "Send it back?"

"Wayne Mansion." Bruce rested his index finger on his chin: "It may not be in Wayne Mansion, but remember to deliver it to my housekeeper."

Clark: He also has a butler!

"Remember to give one of them to Diana, the vanilla flavor." Bruce emphasized again.

"$160."

Clark was uncomfortable with the strange eyes of the ice cream shop owner, lowered his head hastily, and gestured for the shop owner to do what Baby Bruce said, but the next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.

- Click.

A shot went off.

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