[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Peter must keep their secrets. Superheroes' secrets are not disclosed to unrelated people. This is a matter of principle.

But Peter had never been the type to keep secrets.

The secrets were driving him crazy.

So Peter opened his mouth, and all the secrets that he swore to keep in his heart just now came out of his mouth uncontrollably.

"You don't know the true identities of Fast and Clark Kent, so you don't even know how shocking what happened just now." Peter said very fast.

Hearing what Peter said, combined with Peter's obviously unusual attitude towards Fast, Ned also had a slight guess.

"...they're superheroes too?" Ned said skeptically.

Peter nodded. "Clark Kent is Superman."

Ned took a deep breath, and immediately took out his phone to search for Superman's photo, compared it carefully, and found that it was really the same person.

He said with a look of horror: "Why haven't I found out? It's actually quite easy to recognize."

"Superman's status is all right."

"Do you know who Fast is?"

"Who."

Peter leaned close to Ned's ear mysteriously, and whispered, "He's the Pale Knight!"

Peter's words managed to stop Ned from breathing for a few seconds.

...What?Fast is the Pale Knight?The newly born second-generation pale knight?

"What? He's the Pale Knight?" Ned couldn't help but let out a sharp cry like a little girl, which attracted the attention of many people.

Peter quickly made an apologetic gesture to passers-by, and he looked at Ned helplessly.

Ned is a superhero fan, he likes all superheroes, so he knows the birth history of superheroes very well.

From the beginning, the idol Captain America who can only be regarded as a super soldier, to the watch pioneer born by the United Nations during the Omnic Crisis.

Then there was the first pale knight who dared to guard Gotham but died in the fire. After that, more and more superheroes of all kinds were born.

Not long ago, the news of the return of the second-generation Pale Knight occupied a large media and communication platform for several days, and Ned also remembered this hero again.

He turned into a keyboard warrior on the Internet, boycotted the return of the Pale Knight, and sparred with netizens who supported the Pale Knight.

The past is for remembering and remembering.

Another Pale Rider?Another fire?

Don't be funny, there are so many superheroes nowadays, isn't the second generation of Pale Knight just an existence similar to the seven members of Walt Company who used the name of Pale Knight to gain popularity?

Ned's fleshy face suddenly turned pale, and he glanced at Peter. "I'm done with Peter."

Seeing this roommate who should have an excited expression when he saw a superhero on weekdays, Peter didn't yell excitedly like in the past, but instead had an expression of 'my life is over'.

"what?"

Ned scrunched that face, squeezing the features together. "I blackmailed the second-generation Pale Knight on the Internet. If Fast found out, he wouldn't beat me up, would he?"

"The Pale Knight is scary."

The corners of Peter's mouth twitched. "Why didn't you catch the point?"

"The point? I'm likely to be beaten by Fast, that's not the point? Peter, you have to protect me..."

"Who made you black the Pale Knight..." Peter rolled his eyes, seeing that he was taken off topic, he hurriedly continued: "You know that, right? Superman and the Pale Knight don't have a good relationship."

"Of course I know. In the support match between Superman and Pale Knight, I still use Superman blue as the support color..." Ned said.

Suddenly he realized the meaning of Peter's words, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "Superman and Pale Knight have a bad relationship, but Fast and Clark are lovers? My God..."

Therefore, the two of them did not know each other's hidden identity, otherwise they would not be together.

Peter patted Ned, who was constipated, and said to Ned briskly, "Keep it a secret, Ned."

Now it wasn't just him who had to keep the secret, it was Ned, and the pain was no longer his.

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On the co-pilot of an ordinary silver Volkswagen, Fast pulled out Stark's business card stuffed in the flowers, opened the car window, and threw the bouquet of roses into the roadside trash can.

Immediately afterwards, Fast turned his head to look at Clark with some embarrassment, and apologized to Clark: "I'm sorry, Clark. I grabbed your hand just now and didn't ask for your opinion."

Clark tightened his hand on the steering wheel, and he parked the car on the side of the road.

He forgot the series of preparations Bruce Wayne had set up for him, including a perfect date after a perfect date, a perfect romantic confession under fireworks.

He just thinks now is a good opportunity to confess.

"Fast, I want to tell you something." Clark took a deep breath, his expression was serious, and he was already mentally prepared.

"what?"

Clark stared at Fast's dark, earnest eyes, which reflected his own appearance.

Extremely serious.

At this moment, all of Clark's original psychological construction disappeared, and the red glow rose from the base of his ears all the way to cover his entire cheeks, and his serious expression turned into a somewhat awkward expression.

"I.."

"I want to say..."

Fast tilted his head, his eyes were looking straight at Clark, his inside was open, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He knew what Clark wanted to say, he was waiting, he was waiting patiently.

This silent waiting encouraged Clark, which gave him the courage to speak again.

Clark settled down, staring at Fast's deep eyes, his thin lips parted slightly.

"I want to say that every bit of you attracts me, and I am deeply infatuated with you. Can you date me?"

After saying this, Clark lowered his head, not daring to face the reality. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands into fists, waiting for the coming trial.

So he didn't notice Fast's indifferent expression, which was not as refreshing as he usually saw, and there was deepness in those dark eyes.

But in the next second there was nothing.

"Is that all? Confess to me without candles, champagne, nothing?" Fast said teasingly.

"Seriously? Huh? I thought it would be more romantic to confess. But, forgive you, there's still plenty of time to make up today."

Fast's words made Clark's heart beat wildly, and of course he knew what it meant.

Clark opened his eyes, and Fast was facing him, with a sweet smile, two velvet eyebrows with slight ripples, curved, with a smile, and pale pink lips slightly parted, showing clean teeth.

"Now, it's time for you to hug me, boyfriend." Fast opened his arms, and the sunlight through the car window illuminated the tiny fluff on his arms, shining brightly in the sun.

"Of course, boyfriend." Clark smiled back at Fast, and stretched out his hand to hug Fast.

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On the conference table of the Justice League, Wonder Woman Diana was pointing to the content on the projection screen and talking, and they were summarizing the intelligence they had collected from all over the world.

When Wonder Woman asked about Superman, Superman maintained a serious expression and took out the information he had compiled, and began to talk about some information he had recently detected in the Fortress of Solitude, as well as Lex Luthor's recent movements.

Suddenly, the cell phone he placed next to him vibrated, which seemed particularly inappropriate in this quiet and solemn environment.

As soon as the phone made a sound, Superman had already picked up the phone.He looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I might have to reply to a message first."

Wonder Woman first glanced at Superman in confusion. You must know that Batman may choose to receive messages first on weekdays. Superman always turns off his phone and refuses to receive any messages during the meeting.

"It's okay, if you have more important things, please go first." Wonder Woman nodded understandingly.

"Important matter?" The young Flash showed a teasing smile. He didn't know about the gossip inside the Justice League, except for Batman.

"I guess it's replying to your lover's message."

These words made all members of the Justice League except Batman turn their heads to look at Superman, which quickly faded the serious expression on Superman's face and transformed it into a cramped expression.

"Are you in love? When did it happen?" Wonder Woman asked with interest.

Before Superman could speak, The Flash answered for Superman. "Just yesterday, they went to watch the fireworks together."

"It's understandable, after all, it's still in the honeymoon period of love." Neptune winked at Superman.This time Superman was even more embarrassed. He turned on the phone and quickly replied to Fast's message, then turned off the phone, made a serious expression and continued to report the situation, regardless of the phone's screen turning on again.

Instead, Batman, who was sitting next to him, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the brightened lock screen of Superman's phone.

Then he froze.

On the slightly reflective screen was an extremely familiar half-face.

There are colorful fireworks exploding behind him, the man is holding a glass of Coke, his eyebrows are lowered, without any imposing manner and usual indifference or sharpness, this is a level he has never seen before——

He had seen the man tossing the coin in his hand with an indifferent face, the sly look with his hands behind his back, the sly look with high eyebrows, and the look of staring at the height in a daze.

He shouldn't have seen that person in so many ways, they had nothing to do with each other.

The color of fireworks exploding in Fast's eyes, the light falling on his fair and clean face, all without edges and corners, and the two red lips with watery luster of moderate thickness were smiling, and he didn't notice the camera was looking at him at all. Target him.

He raised one hand and pointed to the fireworks blooming in the sky, which was a moving scene.

This scene was then photographed by Clark and used as the lock screen wallpaper.

It was obvious that last night's date planned by Bruce went perfectly.

Bruce shouldn't have noticed this young man who had been rubbing his eyes several times in front of him, but he did notice him for something.

For example, the conspicuous circle of black around the young man's fair neck was obviously pinched out by hands.

The black circle was quite familiar to Bruce.

He couldn't even recognize whose hand it was.

The familiar bruises from his hands were his own, and the fact that this meant nearly made Bruce's brain almost incapable of functioning.

As Bruce used to think, the person who always comes up to him and reminds him is, nine times out of ten, a criminal, and this one is the most special, the most dangerous one.

Gotham King of Chaos and Crime.

The Joker.

The author has something to say: Xiaofa and Superman are together to take advantage of Superman, and they break up after a few chapters, and there is no sweet plot. Similarly, it is also to make the old bat show jealousy.

Today's Little Theater

Since the Little Theater in the last chapter, Damian was mailed to Wayne Manor. Although Fast didn’t want to bring a child, he still took on the responsibility of an old father. Kick him away.

When Damian was a few years old, he could already think independently.

He didn't understand why Bruce and Xiaofa were always fighting. It was said on TV that parents should live in harmony, but it was fine for Bat and Xiaofa to fight each other during the day. At night, Damian heard Xiaofa being beaten and crying.

Sitting on the sofa and hearing Damian's question, the three older brothers looked at Damian in shock, and said seriously that beating is kissing and scolding is love.