The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Regarding Batman's youngest daughter, Clark actually still has some impressions of her.

The vermilion and sparkling nail polish briefly appeared in front of his eyes for a few seconds, and Superman shook his head forcefully, shaking his head out.

She seems to be born without the threat and malice from the outside world, and turns a blind eye to the dangers of the people around her. She is innocent, fragile, and sweet, like a soft flower that is kept under the watchful eyes of ferocious beasts—at least Bruce probably thinks so of.

A pretty pretty girl, and a pretty eccentric one, usually means a certain amount of trouble, perhaps as much trouble as tearing apart a hundred wildebeests with your bare hands on the African savannah.

But Batman left him alone, and Clark didn't want to shirk it.

In the next 5 minutes, Superman silently accelerated the movement of his hands, and several moderately sized wooden boards quickly formed in his palms, which were no different from DIY materials in furniture stores.

"........."

Clark quietly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

He casually picked up a stone from the snow as a hammer, hammered a few nails deep into the gap between the planks, and then lightly shook the large wooden frame half his height twice.

The wooden shelf didn't move at all, just made the sound of the wooden boards creaking after being dragged and squeezed. It looked quite simple and strong, and it was a pretty good piece of furniture.

————Successful production.

Clark blocked the wooden frame with a red cloak, and then hugged it in his arms. He spent another minute smashing the icy lake not far from here, and threw things like dead branches into it.

There was a steady stream of snow here, and even if there were traces, it would soon be covered with more snow, and Clark had nothing to worry about.

Thinking of this, he soared into the sky and flew towards the way he came.

The wooden frame was in front of him, tightly wrapped by the red cloak, so Clark flew a little slower to avoid any unexpected impact midway.

The urban area is gradually approaching, and the scattered house structures of suburban residents come into the eyes of the god on earth.

Thirty seconds later, he rescued a puppy that was nearly run over by a car.

There is also a little human boy who walks and refuses to look at the road.

In order to avoid breaking the wooden frame, Clark could only put the frame aside before saving someone, and then leave with the frame after saving the other person.

Batman who saw this scene through GPS: "..."

What a hard-working little bee, who also took away the ones who kept collecting honey.

After preventing five or six accidents from happening in the city, the God on Earth finally stopped slowly in front of a public restroom holding an important wooden frame.

One minute later, Clark was fresh out of the oven, wearing a T-shirt and jeans at home, and a pair of furry thick slippers on his feet.

The satellite phone vibrated in his pocket, Clark took it out, and clicked on the new message.

—————That is a pretty precise location in Gotham City.

"…………"

The god on earth also fell silent, and the golden eyelashes stopped for a moment when they blinked.

He didn't want to know why Batman had several buildings and rows of information, he really didn't want to.

[They will stay there for another 10 minutes. 】

Batman sent another message.

————Okay, it’s a solid hammer.

Not knowing what kind of mood he was in, Clark still silently liked the two messages, indicating that he had seen them.

He ran all the way to the door of the apartment with the shelf in his arms, put the shelf at the door, stood there like an old father admiring a child, stared proudly at the stable shelf, recovered his senses and locked the door, then took the Superman uniform, Run to the public restroom again and finish changing there.

If everyone living in this world would have skill points and experience bars, Clark felt that his "dressing and undressing" skills would probably be at the master level, just like his teammates.

————It seems that the rest day has become busy, how could it be so.

Clark couldn't help being in a trance as the clouds brushed gently over his face again.

While mourning the rare holiday for 3 minutes, he gradually slowed down his speed. When he was approaching the sky above Gotham City, he saw the right moment, and landed in an abandoned old building like a shooting star.

The red cloak fluttered steadily behind him, and the god on earth grabbed the rusty chair calmly and started to parkour in this place.

Clark ignored the cries of disrepair from the metal plates beneath his feet, since he could fly to safety immediately if he fell.This place is quite close to the address given by Batman. In fact, Clark can already hear the hustle and bustle of the city——

"Uncle, is there anything else you want to eat?"

A familiar voice pierced through all the hustle and bustle, and immediately captured Clark's attention.

"No, baby, you can order what you want." The deep and hoarse male voice replied, "I'm not interested in sweets."

"So, I want to eat marshmallows..."

That soft voice broke into Clark's ears again. It was just an ordinary request, but she unconsciously called it coquettish.

"Father is really too!" she complained softly, "changing the room will waste time, otherwise the limited parfait can be bought."

The girl's sweet voice is enough to make people smile. In the dark and gloomy Gotham, she is like a soft flower in full bloom———Wait a minute?

Suddenly, Clark realized who the owner of the voice was.

He hid in the shadows and turned on his super vision. Sure enough, a girl in a furry white cloak was sitting by the window, smiling with her cheeks in her hand. In the cafe, her beauty was almost shining, overwhelming her. The sparkling diamond bracelet on her wrist.

Clark moved around to a better observation position, Yaoyao and those ice-blue eyes met for a moment, then moved to the bracelet, and glimpsed some familiar locators in it.

Some, not one.

————God knows how those little black dots hide themselves so tightly in the diamond that even Clark can't see it without a perspective.

If it is said that she and Bruce's similar beauty and worth can only make Clark lock the target [-]% of the time, but the moment he saw those locators, the identity of this bat cub was completely confirmed.

The god of the world who has experienced Batman's locator and monitor kung fu: "..."

Well, control freak father, it's you.

Opposite Sisley, the man's green eyes showed a rather gentle look, watching her every move with concentration and doting, never leaving behind her every question, like a very good uncle who would bring the little girl Pretty toys, the kind that make her happy.

"How many days are you staying in the city?"

Drinks were quickly delivered to the booth for two, holding hot chocolate and toasted marshmallows, Sisley asked.

"I just came to see you first, baby." The gray-haired green-eyed man lowered his eyes, "I'm leaving tonight."

It is morning, but even so, there are only 24 hours in a day on the earth. If it is two people who have reunited after a long absence, such a parting is too hasty.

"Eh?"

Sure enough, the girl couldn't help but put down the mug in her hand, and grabbed the man's hand hanging by the table, "Can't you spend more time with me?"

In the damp cold wind of Gotham, Clark did not miss the scars on the man's hands that had not fully recovered. The marks that seemed to be dug out with bare hands were quite strange, and it was difficult to see them repeatedly in daily life.

The god on earth confirmed that he did not admit his mistake, the man who was looking at Sisley intently was the dead man he saw on the train before.

...

"The plane tickets are already booked."

Earl Gray sighed and patted the head of the girl in front of him, "Honey, I'll be back in a few days, don't worry."

"Then play with me today,"

Sisley immediately decided, "I want to go to the playground."

The old and tired man paused for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes became gentle at this moment, mixed with sporadic melancholy.

"Do you remember, baby? I thought you didn't."

"Why don't you remember?" Sisley was distracted while stirring the roasted marshmallows with a straw, struggling hard with the scorched sweet crust, "I remember everything my uncle said, and I can't even remember a single word." I haven't forgotten."

—————She didn't know how much damage her plain words could have.

At this moment, whether it was standing on the eaves of the abandoned building or Earl Gray sitting opposite Sisley, they all thought of the same sentence.

"Crack."

The girl snatched away the biggest caramel shell contentedly, and raised her head suspiciously when she saw that there was no movement on the other side.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" She stretched out a pair of soft paws, and brushed towards the dead man's face, "Are you sick?"

"...I won't be sick now."

Earl Gray said angrily and amusedly, grabbed the two paws that took the opportunity to make trouble, and put them back on Sisley's cup of hot chocolate.

The temperatures of the dead and the living are mixed together, one is bitingly cold and the other is warm and soft.

Just touching the living person's hand, a burning temperature like a flame came over, even if the flame could be tolerated, when approaching the hot chocolate cup, the burning temperature turned into a real pain.

"Uncle, what did you just say?"

Sisley was grabbed by him so irresistibly, she asked vaguely.

When she raised her head, Earl Gray's heavy thoughts just now turned into sighs that could not help but laugh.

"...nothing, baby."

The man handed her a napkin and motioned her to wipe the corners of her mouth.

Sisley:?

The part of the girl around her lips was completely covered with marshmallows, as if she had been rolled in cotton or catkins. She was quite cute, like a child with a white beard eating ice cream.

"Do you like Christmas that much?"

Lord Gray couldn't help showing a smile.

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

The man said with a smile.

He stretched out a hand, Sisley leaned over obediently, and put her chin in the palm of this hand, like a cute little animal.

The man dragged his water glass to his hand, dipped a napkin in some water, and wiped off the marshmallow strands on Sisley's face bit by bit.

"All right."

He withdrew his hand, put the tissue on the dinner plate, and motioned Sisley to sit back, "Don't eat it all over your face."

...

Even standing in the cold wind, when Clark looked at the two people below, he still felt quite warm in his heart.

【The dead person who got off the train,】 he secretly thought, 【Is his obsession with Sisley?It's almost like...]

————Just like a real father.