Clark has something to say

Barry licked his lips anxiously.

When the signal from the watchtower appeared on his communicator in a half-dead state, the Flash, who had just saved a beautiful day in Central City, put down the hamburger in his hand painfully and reluctantly.

"Hi." He turned his head sideways, holding the little black block produced by Wayne Technology between his shoulders: "Clark? The watchtower has observed that the Sith Lord is coming to destroy the world?"

His Injustice Alliance PTSD has almost been treated. In order to avoid that future possibility, he must work harder than before, so he has to deal more with the Chairman of the Zhenglian Alliance.

Clark himself is an archangel with full affinity. At the beginning, he was easy to think of Kal-El when he saw the exact same face, but after more times, he gradually got used to it.

These days, everyone has witnessed how careful Clark is. He can't wait to treat the superheroes who are slightly out of control and become human-shaped nukes/bombs as fire hydrants at the entrance of the Metropolitan City Hall, for fear of accidentally breaking them.

When the protective desire of the gods on earth spread to certain people—— Barry quietly rolled his eyes.

Superman is good, but he's too good to be true, which is also a sweet distress.

While chewing, Barry asked vaguely, "What can I do for you?"

Clark took a long breath.

High-tech products can clearly pass Clark's anxious and desperate exhalation into his ears, which made Barry straighten his back unknowingly. He swallowed and asked again: "What happened?"

Clark's voice was fast.

"I originally sent a text message to everyone at the watchtower, and I thought you would like to know me...or let's have coffee or something, you know, like Friends-Coffee near Central Park now $20 a cup, and the coffee on the watchtower is free."

Barry: "And then?"

Clark: "...I'm with Bruce."

Barry quickly took a sip of Coke to make his voice seem extremely sincere: "It's good."

Some things are less exciting to hear the second time around, plus the Justice League bet a long time ago on how the three of them will line up, but this is definitely a big deal for Clark, and they are certainly worth a cup of coffee and doing it again. Throw something like movie night.

But it's kind of weird to think that Batman will also be sitting on that round sofa, holding a colorful mug.

Changing to rich Wayne didn't make it any easier for him.

Barry was distracted by his thoughts, and asked, "Is Bruce here?"

"No, he's not here." Clark's voice rose a little: "I originally planned to go directly to Wayne Manor to find him, but fortunately I haven't gone yet. The problem now is-"

Stopped abruptly.

Barry shook the communicator: "Clark?"

"I've got a baby," Clark said desperately.

Barry gasped for breath.

Barry stepped out of the portal. The screen of the communicator in his hand has not been turned off, but he has already moved to the watchtower. Opposite him, colleagues in uniform are standing or sitting, with the same expressions on their faces... …strangeness.

He saw his expression in the reflection of the porthole.

It was a mixture of excitement and excitement, with a hint of joy eager to eat melons. The corners of his mouth were raised desperately, but his eyes were restrained. Clark poked twice on the console, looking preoccupied.

"I don't understand," he said suddenly, and then repeated: "I don't understand."

The greatest Green Lantern of all time coughed, "Big Blue, you should have known."

Pointing to the ceiling with two fingers, he announced in a solemn voice, "Batman is omnipotent."

Clark's face froze, he paused for a few seconds, thought carefully about the connection between Batman and the child, and stared at him slowly and confusedly: "What does it have to do with Bruce?"

"Because you're with Batman." Shazam quickly interjected, and he said passionately: "No one knows how you Kryptonians reproduce, but it's really a bit fast. In a few days, your Did Batman grow a baby out of tulips?"

Stared at by a pair of shining eyes, the little curly hair on the top of Clark's head trembled. He didn't understand why such a serious matter seemed to the group of people as if he climbed a tree and hugged a cat.

Does anyone care that he's going to be a dad?Clark thought angrily.

The earth was actually protected by such a group of people, and then he found sadly that he was the nominal leader of this group of people.

"It's Luther." Clark said dryly, "It has nothing to do with Bruce."

Barry: "...oh."

Hal: "...harm."

"You all seem disappointed."

Clark brought over a tray with a bunch of mugs with their symbols on them. He picked them carefully, then brought over the mug with the golden "W", and handed the mug with bat ears to Dai anna.

Everyone took away the mugs they wanted.

A group of superheroes who are always saving the world on weekdays are lazily nestled on the sofa with their eyes blank. No one wants to hear about Clark's little troubles as a new father, including Diana.

If Batman had been the hero mother, they'd have had a blast today—

But Luther?

Dull.

"I only know that I have a child, but I don't know the gender of the child. Will he have my abilities? Should I take him back to Smallville, the environment of the small town will be much more friendly to a special baby , I can teach him how to fly, play football with him..."

Scenes from the past flashed in his mind.

Clark's fingers were trembling. He was so shocked that he couldn't hold the mug tightly. He looked at Hal for help, wanting some comfort: "Will I be a good father?"

Hal choked up for a few seconds, then looked away without a trace.

Batman's announcement of the entire future obviously still has some moisture, or he didn't give Clark the origin of the popular character, but just mentioned the name.

Otherwise, there's no reason why Clark didn't know the kid was Connor.

No one wanted to break Clark's illusions, he secretly glanced at the god of men with pity, and elbowed Barry.

Barry yelled at Victor.

Victor yelled at Billy again.

In the end, Shazam, who has an absolutely pure heart, stood up. He struggled to hit a few sparks from his fingers to attract Clark's attention: "You are too nervous."

"Having a baby makes you so nervous." Billy pursed his lips in embarrassment. "You can push a star, and now it's just a...baby."

He said out of conscience.

Clark murmured, "One day I was a happy bachelor, and now I suddenly have a baby."

The handsome face of the ancient Greek statue was faintly livid. He seemed to be comforting himself, but also seemed to be exhausted: "My child, I have a child, and I only have one child—yes, in the best case, I only have one child."

His performance made Diana bow her head hard, and Hal couldn't figure out whether this was Superman's unique way of expressing excitement, the Emerald Knight picked the little red man on the coffee cup: "I thought you would be happy to have a child. "

You know, you look like the kind of guy who's going to marry a beautiful lady, buy a big house in the country, have three kids and a dog, Hal thought.

"I don't want to." Clark smiled bitterly: "Think about Bruce."

When Batman's name appeared in the air, all the staff were silent for a while, and no one could question it, but the kind-hearted Billy opened his mouth to comfort him: "Thinking about the good, at least there is no such thing as superdick." Pair up, and your sons don't covet each other... what."

Clark's eyes died a little more.

Hal thought for a while, then said worriedly: "But your child may get mixed up with his son. The problem is that the relationship between those little birds is always weird."

"You know, when I was a superhero, no matter where I went, I would find recognizable creatures who had a relationship with their family."

Clark looked around blankly: "You know what you're doing won't help me, right?"

"Connor." Hal rubbed his hands together: "He may be different from what he imagined."

Clark leaned on Diana's arm full of security, wrapped in the small blanket that Billy took out from another dimension, he stretched out a hand and wrapped it tightly around the neckline.

Barry stuffed a glass of red wine into his other hand like lightning, and smiled at him understandingly.

"That's why his name is Connor." Clark flinched again, speaking in a betrayed tone, "Aside from me, is there anyone here who doesn't know my child?"

Great, no.

He struggled in his heart for a long time, but still asked what he cared most: "Is he like me?"

Superman anxiously gesticulated twice above his head.

No matter how powerful a superhero is, it can't save the baldness problem. Luthor even created a child, and he can only accept it, but he doesn't want to comfort the child when he is eight years old. You are just different from other children——

Superpowers are fine, but he can't do anything about being bald.

"No problem... right." Barry thought uncertainly: "He gets along well with you, the only problem is that you don't like him wearing ripped jeans and wearing rings on his body."

Clark gasped.

"Who would let a child wear ripped jeans and piercings?"

Barry's eyes flickered: "You, you said that you would respect all of Connor's choices, including the fact that the person he wants to get is Red Robin, not Nightwing."

"and many more."

The super brain in every sense finally reacted, and Clark looked terrified: "When did it happen?"

Everyone turned their heads away.

Diana wrapped some blankets around Clark tightly, and said calmly, "Next year."

Superman's throat sounded like a screaming chicken being choked.

"You can be understood as a... Angelic Damian." Barry reached out and gestured at him: "But you'd better send him to boarding school."

The god on earth was completely stunned.

"Sorry." Cyborg, who has been acting as a transparent person and WiFi, leaned forward: "I can't understand why no one mentioned how strange it is that Superman and Luthor have a child—especially you, Clark."

"I didn't expect it at all." Clark almost whimpered: "I just thought that I was coveted by someone who had a fertility book—"

"Coveted?" A deep and recognizable voice.

The boom channel split open in the air, and then, a pure black boot stepped out.

"Booyah!" Cyborg blows them up a cyberfirework