Clark has something to say

Clark flew over Gotham at a moderate level. Most of Gotham's urban areas are old buildings containing lead decades ago. X-sight is not very effective in Gotham. The boy moves extremely fast. lost track of him.

. . . a ghostly robin.

The cloak behind the young man drew a sharp arc in the night wind, and the claw gun retracted up and down. Every movement when rising and falling was clean and neat, which could be called art, without any excess.

Someone trained this kid.

Clark's fighting style is very rough. He always punches, hits, and kicks straightforwardly... He doesn't need to think too much. Once he has absolute power, his skills become trivial, but this doesn't mean that Clark doesn't understand Skills - the super brain is learning all the time, and spontaneously stores the best fighting posture into every cell.

He felt a swell of anger.

Did the man who trained him know what he was doing?

Clark is against all underage superheroes, it's the worst job in the world, and being a superhero means that the person under the mask is doomed to sacrifice something.

Friends, family, a peaceful life, a healthy body... The identity of a superhero is like a game mod with a difficulty of max, or a junk plug-in that is difficult to uninstall once loaded. Life returns to ordinary.

Think about it, what does it feel like to lie to someone close to you [-]/[-]?

Not to mention, not every superhero has a man of steel.

Superman usually stays out of the way of other superheroes, but the teenage hero is clearly injured, and he'd better make sure he gets home safely, just to be on the safe side.

He followed for a while, but saw the boy suddenly stop his feet and look up to the sky expressionlessly.

Clark was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, it's you."

"Superman." The boy sighed, "Maybe you want to talk to me?"

**

Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne's third adopted son, CEO of Wayne Corporation, Batman's Robin, is very tired right now.

In the middle of the night, he had already wandered half of Naihe Island, and when Superman left Gotham, he could go back to the Batcave to catch up on a good night's sleep——

Who knows what medicine Superman took wrongly today?

He passed by his No.60 eight safe houses with heartache, imagining the soft big bed inside, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the sequelae of excessive blood loss began to appear, but no matter where he went, Superman was like a pendant hanging over his head.

Only the weak sleep, and the little red bird secretly hypnotizes herself.

...what the hell is Bruce doing?Even though his mood was as stable as Tim's, he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

People tend to be irritable when they lack sleep, and Tim is no exception. He slowed down his speech, and the indifference in his tone was naturally revealed: "What's the matter with you?"

Clark frowned slightly, only feeling that the footsteps of the young man in front of him were floating.

"You need help."

"I'm Robin." Tim replied succinctly.

Robin is a symbol, a symbol, invincible, and naturally invulnerable.

Clark puffed up his chest, frowned slightly, and put on a superman-like gesture of disapproval: "Do you have a guardian?"

Robin who can smash the penguin's head with his bare hands: "..."

"No." Tim wiped his face and stood crookedly: "Excuse me, I have a personal request."

Clark floated a little closer.

This kid doesn't even have a guardian!

Clark Kent has the conditions for adoption/children. Martha and Jonathan will never mind having one more family member, but they don't know if this child is willing to be adopted by him...

Thinking of this, his eyes became more gentle.

Tim: "..."

Is it an illusion on his part, or does Superman really want to be his dad?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"The Starbucks on the corner isn't closed yet." Tim lowered his eyes, his vision blurred from sleepiness: "Buy me forty cups of espresso, and put them in big cups. It's inconvenient for me to buy them myself when I'm dressed like this."

Clark: "..."

It's Gotham, just a little too wild.

He had no doubts that it was enough for Robin to drown himself in the coffee.

Tim yawned again, and Clark was stunned to see the exhaustion in the dark white goggles. He took a deep breath, almost to the point of being unbearable.

"You need rest."

Clark held Tim's arm irresistibly, and carried him to float a distance: "I'll take you to treatment, I swear, your secret identity will not be affected in any way."

Tim took a breath: "!"

Is Superman's character so tough?

Tim kicked his legs twice, struggling desperately: "Thank you, there is no need..."

"... Let go of my Robin!"

A low, hoarse voice roared behind Clark, like a voice from hell.

mine.

A nerve that had been tense suddenly exploded.

Clark turned around abruptly, tensing his muscles silently. The next second, the figure of the god among men disappeared like a ghost, and flashed in front of the dark knight again.

"Are you the one who trained this kid?" He grabbed Batman's cape tightly, lifted him to the same height as himself, and thrust him against the wall.

Clark felt unprecedented anger, and in this anger... was also mixed with deep disappointment.

He has always had a deep respect for Batman, but can he train a child to be a warrior?Even Luthor has to think twice about doing this kind of thing, but Batman has no problem with it.

"It's none of your business." Bruce replied coldly.

Clark's hand suddenly lightened, and Batman directly cut the piece of fabric he was holding with a dagger, and then two strange-shaped sticky pieces flew to Clark's chest at some point.

——Zi la!

Accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of electric current, the blue-purple electric light struck Clark's uniform along the sticky sheet. The ground he stepped on already gave off a burnt smell, and the temperature in the air seemed to have risen a little.

If Superman's uniform was not made of Kryptonian special materials, he would probably fly back to Metropolis naked.

This level of voltage can electrocute several elephants in an instant.

...is it true that Batman doesn't kill people?

With a gloomy face, Clark tore off the sticky sheet casually and crumpled it into a ball in his hands. Looking up, the black shadow had jumped up the escape escalator outside the building at some point.

He frowned: "You think you can run away?"

"Try it." Bruce snorted coldly.

The fire sprinkler in the corner of the building vibrated imperceptibly, and the invisible sound waves trembled and spread round and round, while Batman squatted in the corner like a big cat, discreetly showing half of his head.

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Staring at those two pointed ears, Clark's evil fire burst out.

It sucks.

The infrasound waves, which humans cannot hear, drilled into Clark's eardrums like a chisel. He slowly raised his head, his baby blue eyes were faintly shining, and the hot blood-colored eyes were in the eye sockets, ready to go.

It is obviously not advisable to directly use thermal sight to blow up infrasonic weapons. If the control is not good, it will damage the structure of the building, but Batman...

boom!

The escape escalator was fused in two by the heat's sight. Batman lost his foothold and rolled down the stairs neatly. He was always moving in the shadows, almost merging with the darkness.

A bat dart aimed at Clark's face came through the air.

"Useless trick." Clark easily pinched the batarang with his fingers, and when he was about to crush it, a red dot on the batarang flashed rapidly.

Gotham's somewhat famous villains have a code engraved on their foreheads.

- Never, never, never pick up anything Batman throws!

Boom!

The fiery flames exploded in clusters, and in the raging flames, Clark clenched his teeth, wishing to wring Batman's head off.

Hell, although these little toys can't break the Kryptonian's defense, they are annoying enough. Clark's hands naturally hang down by his side. Affected by the biological position, the bright cloak is automatic without wind, hunting in the night of Gotham.

He clenched his fist suddenly and threw it at Batman with great force——

"Superman!"

Tim almost pressed the rpg-launching controller in his hand. He watched the heavy punch about to hit Bruce's face, but at this moment, Superman stopped his hand.

Clark stared at Batman's waist without saying a word, hating his clairvoyance for the first time.

"Why are you wearing Bruce Wayne's..."

The author has something to say:

The timeline is messed up, and it can't stand the test at all. I just want to play with all the birds. If it is really written according to the first meeting of Super Bat, then Robin will still be Dick.

感谢在2021-01-1902:32:52~2021-01-1917:03:01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 one-way street;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：飞流将57瓶；momo超超超可爱39瓶；Charis32瓶；娇嫩的白莲花30瓶；25271175、何青云之流澜10瓶；

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