[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark yawned loudly, covering his mouth with his hand, and holding the handrail of the stairs with his other hand. The red solar radiometer on Clark's left wrist was still working. He bowed like an old man and walked slowly. Go down the stairs.

There was a melodious and crisp laughter in the living room, Clark yawned halfway, and saw the beautiful girl waving at him, Rachel smiled and called: "Wake up, Clark," Rachel got up from the sofa He stood up, opened his arms towards Clark, and joked: "You are still the same, you like to stay in bed."

The dark brown-haired girl tied her hair behind her head. She was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and a simple and elegant black skirt, which not only showed her graceful figure but also showed her mature and calm temperament, and her childhood memories Unlike the innocent girl with a bright smile in the movie, the Rachel in front of her has a different feeling.

Clark walked up to Rachel, held Rachel's hand, and led Rachel around like a waltz dance. He said, "Oh my God," Clark said with amazement and approval, "This is Where did such a beautiful girl come from?" Clark glanced at Bruce, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, and said, "How many years have we not seen each other?"

And by Bruce's hand, Xiao Krypton, a big white-haired dog, sat obediently at Bruce's feet, with the dog's head resting on Bruce's lap, and Bruce's hand resting on the top of Xiao Krypton's head. The dog purred comfortably, and wagged its tail cheerfully to express its pleasure—the smart dog didn't even look at his master, and Clark seemed to be able to smell the sour smell emanating from the dog.

I barked for so long last night and you didn't come to see me, so don't try to touch my dog's head today.

Clark caught a glimpse of the mug that didn't have a drop of coffee left, and Master Bruce, who was out at night, was not necessarily sober—obviously he was woken up by Alfred with a cup of espresso.

"Good morning, Rachel." Clark greeted.

"Morning, Clark," Rachel replied.

Clark felt that his eyes were focused on him, and when he turned his head, he saw those sleepy eyes. Then Clark said, "Good morning, Bruce."

Bruce leaned on the sofa, he nodded, and said, "Morning." Bruce leaned on the sofa, sitting very relaxed, the sex after drinking coffee took away most of his sleepiness, but from one o'clock in the morning to five o'clock in the morning A little physical and energy consumption, even coffee can't fully wake up.

But Bruce's eyes were full of ridicule - how could he be snubbed in his home when he saw a pretty little girl.

Rachel thought for a while, and replied, "We haven't seen each other since you two went to college and left here." Clark, who was two heads taller than Rachel, raised his hand and gently pressed Miss Rachel's On the top of her head, Rachel was pressed on the top of her head by warm palms, and complained: "You are pressing my head again, Clark!"

Clark looked at the half-complaining and half-intimate Rachel with a smile, his right hand slid down from the top of Rachel's head, his left hand was lifted up naturally, and the fingers of his right hand slid through the switch of the red pyranometer on the edge of the wristband of the watch. .

Rachel's eyes focused on Clark, and his eyes swept over Rachel's twinkling eyes. The moment Rachel's eyes intersected with his, he couldn't help but wince. Clark sighed in his heart and said, "You talk to Bruce?" Come on, I'm going to have breakfast."

Rachel raised her hand and grabbed Clark's sleeve. Clark turned his head and made a suspicious nasal sound of "Huh?"

Clark blinked. He raised his hand and patted Rachel's shoulder. He looked at Rachel's reaction. He couldn't guess why Rachel came to visit again. Since Bruce officially returned to the Gotham social circle last month, it was just Faintly heard about Rachel's deeds at the Gotham Prosecutor's Office. This girl seems to have a lot of beauty, but she doesn't know how many troubles she has encountered.

Therefore, Rachel's visit must have something to do with what Bruce cares about the most - Joe Chill's parole.

Clark sighed slightly, and said, "It's okay, Bruce is the most reasonable person." Rachel let go of her hand, but her eyes sank, and the joy in her eyes after reuniting after a long absence faded, and deep depression poured out with apologies.

After finishing speaking, Clark tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were separated from Bruce's. He walked around the corner of the living room and walked towards the dining room.

Clark opened the table chairs, but did not make them. Alfred came over with a silver plate. On the plate was a plate and a mug with espresso in it. Fred took the plate in his hand and said, "Ah Fu, it's better for you to treat me."

Alfred turned around steadily, and the dinner plate was removed from Clark's hand. Clark blinked, let out a breath, and said, "Good morning, Alfred."

"Good morning, Mr. Kent." Alfred looked at Clark with some amusement, and joked, "It seems that Miss Dawes is more attractive to you than me, an old man, right?" Alfred said Give Clark breakfast.

Clark sat down, lowered his eyebrows, and bit down the sandwich on the dinner plate sullenly.

Alfred stood with folded arms, and the housekeeper said slowly: "At first, I hoped that Daos would become the mistress of Wayne Manor, but now I can see clearly that you only regard her as a younger sister. And Daos Well, I only regard you two as brothers!"

Clark raised his eyes, glanced at Alfred, lowered his eyebrows again, and the housekeeper continued: "Whether it's Master Wayne, Miss Wayne, Master Kent, or Miss Kent, they can bring something to this retired old man like me. some happiness, and now... hey!" Alfred sighed heavily, and didn't speak any more.

Because, the two people in the living room outside started a somewhat heavy conversation.

Clark raised his head and looked unobstructed across the corner of the restaurant. Rachel was sitting on the single sofa. She was sitting upright. Bruce had crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. Rachel was so restrained. He lowered his right leg that was resting on his sitting leg, put his hands on his legs, and put the tips of his hands against his chin, changing to a less oppressive posture.

"I..." Rachel paused, and said with some difficulty: "You told you yesterday that you had something to ask me for, but I didn't explain to you that Bruce and Zill's matter was related to my boss. "

"Yeah." Bruce made a nasal sound that didn't mean anything, and he said very bluntly, "I know."

Rachel raised her head abruptly, her eyes widened in surprise, she lowered her head again, without looking at Bruce again, she said: "Joe Chill's work as an informant for the prosecution was almost facilitated by me, I There's no need to say sorry, Bruce, but I haven't dared to see you. It's my job, but I'm sorry."

"Joe Chill promised to testify in court against Carmen Falconi, who used to share a cell with him, in exchange for early parole." Rachel continued: "After careful consideration, my boss and I agreed. his request."

"Rachel, I'm going to the hearing tomorrow, and I'm going to tell the judge what I think, describe what I've been through, and do everything I can to stop the man who killed my parents from getting out," Bruce said clearly, slowly, and Rachel Unable to judge Bruce's emotion from Bruce's calm and non-aggressive tone, Bruce said, "You say this is your duty, Rachel?"

"Yes." Rachel said firmly.

To Rachel's surprise, Bruce asked: "Your boss is planning this matter with you. Have you ever hesitated or felt uncomfortable?"

"Of course I..."

"That's enough," Bruce interrupted Rachel, he said: "That's enough, in the city of Gotham, the law has almost become a gorgeous decoration of rights and crimes, you can firmly do what you think is right Things, Rachel, I actually admire you, no need to feel sorry, Rachel."

Rachel stood up and sat down on the loveseat next to Bruce. The little girl held Bruce's wrist, lowered her head, and asked after a while, "Did Clark persuade you?"

"I've been persuaded," Bruce replied.

"You two," Rachel sighed softly, "It's really..."

Clark looked in the direction of the living room, he heard Bruce and Rachel's conversation clearly, and finally he heard Bruce say: "I will try my best to prevent him from being released on parole, and I will do what I think is right," Bruce said. There seemed to be a mask on his handsome face, a mask that would only be torn off when facing Clark and Alfred, he said: "Don't worry about me, I'm sad, but I'm not alone .”

"With you, Alfred, and Clark," Bruce said, "With you all by my side, I have enough support to do what I should do for my parents."

Rachel raised her head, looked into Bruce's eyes, and said, "It seems that I don't need to prevent you from going to Ziel's hearing. I thought you had changed, Bruce. I didn't expect you to be so much less than I thought... ..."

"Bastard?" Bruce laughed, and he said, "I'm just a dude, and I'm not an idiot."

During this period of time, Bruce, according to his and Clark's settings, gradually revealed his design to the media and the public. He is a playboy in the game world, a billionaire who decentralizes the company, and is also a helm with some brains.

Rachel hesitated, then said, "After Ziel gets out on parole, Bruce, if he commits even a single parole violation, I'll take him back, I promise you."

"Okay." Bruce said, "Thank you."

Rachel moved her hand and hugged Bruce's neck suddenly. She patted Bruce's back with her hand. Bruce raised his hand and touched the little girl's back. Rachel let go, stood up, and said : "Then I really don't worry about you?" Bruce nodded, and Rachel said: "Then I'm leaving, I still have work to do in the afternoon."

Bruce stood up, straightened his neatly pressed shirt, and said, "I'll see you off."

"Clark, I'm leaving!" Rachel yelled in the direction of the restaurant.

Clark poked his head out. He looked like he didn't know anything, and asked, "Why did you leave? I didn't talk to you!"

"See you tomorrow," Rachel waved to Clark, and she said, "The hearing is over tomorrow, and I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Oh," Clark walked quickly towards the door, jokingly: "Aren't you afraid to make headlines with Bruce, Master Bruce's new love of the Prosecutor's Office?"

"Hey...you're out?" Rachel glared at Clark and asked, "Then what are you doing if you're patting you?"

"Me?" Clark replied, "Look at how strong I am. In the media's writing, of course I'm Bruce's bodyguard."

"Okay, let's eat at home." Bruce glared at Clark, who was happier with the cute little girl, and the three of them walked to the gate. Bruce said, "See you tomorrow, Rachel."

Rachel replied, "See you tomorrow."

Bruce folded his arms, leaning on the door frame, watching Rachel walk straight to her car, and waved at the two when he approached the cab. The girl waved her hand.

The car starts and drives away.

"Our acting skills are getting better and better," Bruce turned and walked in, Clark laughed, and Bruce said as he walked, "We know that the hearing will end tomorrow, and we will definitely not be able to eat this meal."

Now, whether it is the proposal of the prosecution or the attitude of the court, it is inclined to let Zill be released from prison on parole, and once Zill is released, what awaits him is the murder of him by the boss of Gotham—let this attempt The criminal who testified against Carmen Falconi shut up forever.

"I also think our acting skills are getting better and better." Clark said: "Concealment and deception make people drift away from each other."

Bruce put his elbow on Clark's arm, looked sideways at Clark, and finally muttered, "I wish I didn't know anything."

Clark said slowly: "Then don't listen, I didn't intend to let you know."

This feeling is quite excruciating, knowing that a person will die, but choosing to keep a secret, watching him die, and no matter who they are, they can save him just by saying a word.

"I want him to die, Bruce," Clark said, "for nothing but you."

Clark glanced at the living room. The big white-haired dog was lying on the ground on all fours, snoring soundly, with his white fluffy belly rising and falling.Bruce didn't speak, he closed the door behind his back, and the moment Clark was about to turn around, he hugged Clark.

Best friends don't express their gratitude, so Bruce expressed his emotion with this simple gesture.

Clark, who was being hugged, hugged him back, and Bruce put his chin on Clark's shoulder, and said, "I'm going to sleep, I'm a little drifting when I walk, and if anyone comes, I'll say I'm dead." Then, Master Bruce let go He opened his hands and walked away without looking back.

Clark glanced at the sleeping dog, and Master Bruce, who was walking erratically, and decided to go ho ho dog.