Clark has something to say

"Batman?"

Bruce glanced at Clark slowly, a little unhappy: "You saved a Wayne."

The displeasure in Baby Bruce's voice can be heard even without super hearing, how can I say... worthy of being a superman?Such a big Wayne is in front of him, but his mind is full of Batman?

"That's my only request," Clark said.

Well, Bruce thought indulgently.

He was willing to pay for Superman's blue eyes and face. Seriously, no one would refuse such blue eyes. The precious sapphire he had stolen by Catwoman a while ago was directly compared to a stone.

Bruce is not worried about Superman's bad intentions. From the current point of view, this alien in disguise is willing to be a rescue dog, and he originally planned to test Superman's ability. Now this big blue man is willing to take his own initiative. After packing it up and delivering it to your door, he has no reason to refuse.

Besides, Gotham is his home field.

Just as Clark was about to nod, he suddenly felt a chill. He let go of his super hearing suspiciously and searched for Lex's heartbeat, but found nothing unusual.

...probably nervous.

"Thanks." He thanked Bruce, and decided to buy an ice cream for the talkative rich guy.

Bruce smiled reservedly.

Watching that blue shadow merge into the sky of the metropolis, Gotham sweetheart murmured unconsciously: "He's so hot."

Just got close to Baby Brucey, changed clothes in half a second, held ice cream, was rated as very spicy Clark: "..."

He decisively took a bite of the ice cream in his hand.

Bruce was brought back to his senses by the sound of biting the egg roll, and when he turned his head, he saw the intern eating ice cream while the boss was hanging out, with a look of joy in eating melons.

Bruce: "..."

He looked around and saw the same expression on many people's faces, the peaceful and happy melon-eating expression unique to metropolitan people, the calmness that only living in a city guarded by superman can have.

No tension at all.

Maybe the little reporter is still regretting that he didn't take a photo just now.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and said peacefully, "Kent."

Clark chewed the ice cream and looked up dully: "Mr. Wayne?"

After such an experience, even Bruce, who is alive and kicking like a baby, should be tired. I will move him to the hotel in a while, and talk about the agreed-upon interview...

After finishing all this, he went to repair the fire hydrant at the entrance of the police station. He accidentally loosened a screw when throwing those idiots just now. Although no one knew about it, he had to repair it——

"You got promoted."

Clark: "!"

He blurted out: "How much?"

Baby Bruce gave him a raise, and even Perry couldn't have a problem with that.

Bruce rolled his eyes and announced triumphantly, "You are now my exclusive publicist!"

Clark: "..."

He didn't understand what Bruce meant, was the personnel transfer such a random operation?

Is there any relationship between Planet Daily and the public relations of Wayne Group?

Clark suppressed the downward urge from the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Wayne, I just want to add a little bit to the current salary base. After all, I am very satisfied with my current job."

It is no exaggeration to say that he is willing to work for the Daily Planet for the rest of his life.

Bruce shrugged. "I thought Gotham was the mecca for all journalists."

That's right, the ultimate dream of all journalists is to go to Gotham. As the capital of chaos, Gotham never lacks big news, but the Fourth Power is a joke here, and the intricate power relations alone are enough to make people drink It's a pot, and no one wants to die on the street because of a manuscript.

Bruce followed the persuasion: "It's only a temporary secondment, your salary in the Planet Daily will not change, other than that, I will give you this amount."

He gestured a number slowly.

Clark: "!"

Based on his loyalty to the Daily Planet and his resistance to the engraving of Brucey's DNA, Clark planned to make a dying struggle. He reluctantly said, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't..."

Bruce unhurriedly stretched out a few more fingers.

Clark: "..."

Most of his struggles were suppressed.

Bruce smiled and added another hand.

Clark: "... When will you join the job!"

Sorry, Perry, he gave too much.

**

Gotham, Sunday night.

Clark didn't know how many times he had locked the zipper of the satchel until the last time, a child who looked obviously very thin deliberately bumped into his leg.

In Clark's vision, he clearly saw a few dirty little fingers touching his wallet.

Forget it, Clark smiled helplessly.

He originally ordered a car to go directly to the Wayne Building, but because of the shabby tip, he was kicked out of the car by the driver at the entrance of a wet and greasy alley.

"From here is Wayne Building, I'm still in a hurry." The driver took a sip of rum and forced the pickup truck into the alley.

Since drunk driving is definitely not the worst part of this alley, Clark is not going to comment on it for the time being, but he sent a report text message to GCPD and described the color and shape of the pickup in detail.

No way, this car is not listed.

He glanced at the boy's wrist, the wrist bones were shockingly high, and there were still bruises hidden under the sleeves, it had been a long time.

Clark pursed his lips and let the kid take the wallet without saying a word.

Is this how Batman takes care of his city?

Gotham is probably in the terminal stage of cancer. If he was in the metropolis, Clark would immediately take the child to the hospital and let him receive free welfare treatment, but he clearly saw a few children nesting in the sewer, not far away, A woman with heavy makeup is unzipping her skirt.

A strong sense of suffocation pressed towards Clark from all directions.

The night in Gotham was also gloomy, without any starlight. Clark patted his trouser legs, tightened his shoelaces, and continued walking into the alley.

"Hey!" A brisk voice sounded diagonally above him.

"Is this your first time in Gotham?"

Clark looked in the direction of the voice. He had foreseen that the owner of the voice must be very young, but when he really saw it clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

He is a child who can still be called a teenager, his stature has not yet grown, and his physique is not considered strong.

He was wearing a red tights, with two straps crossing his chest, his face was covered by a half-wrapped hood, a long stick was held loosely in his hand, and the dark cloak was hanging down, piled up in random At the boy's feet.

—The masked vigilante.

Clark is no stranger to such people, in fact, it is not the first time he has met his peers.

But it was indeed the first time he had seen such a young vigilante.

What kind of city would require a child to dress up as a vigilante and patrol a place where adults wouldn't feel safe?

Clark slowed down his voice: "Yes, I want to go to Wayne Building."

The boy sighed: "Who sent you here?"

"Someone told you that Wayne Building is just across here? Do you know where this is?"

Clark shook his head inexplicably.

"Crime Alley." The boy stood up unsteadily, holding a long stick, "For a good person like you, it's better to stay away from Crime Alley."

Clark smelled blood.

"Your wallet."

Clark pretended to be unresponsive, let the wallet fall to the ground, and then slowly bent down to pick it up.

——The sound of steel claws digging into the building.

Clark didn't raise his head, but slowly straightened up after hearing slightly staggering footsteps at the back of the building.

His hands slowly covered the buttons on his chest.

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我寻思一下，之后就固定时间日更吧。感谢在2021-01-1717:19:27~2021-01-1902:32:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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