[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Kate stared at the white paper in her hand. It was a funeral notice. Her eyes were a little straight. This notice was handed to her by Alfred himself. The funeral notice made Kate aware of a problem, even if Clark Being able to be resurrected, even if the Kryptonian can be resurrected from the dead, it will not happen overnight.

Kate sighed, and along with the notification letter were two air tickets and a letterhead with hotel accommodation records attached.Kate took a deep breath and opened the extremely simple funeral notice, which she read many times.

On the undecorated white paper, a paragraph of text was written in slightly inclined topic words:

My old friend passed away on July 25th. I would like to choose July [-]th for burial at Kent Farm in Smallville Township, Kansas. Please come to express your condolences and bid farewell to our mutual friend.

ps: The round-trip air tickets and hotel reservation information are attached to the letter, so you don’t have to worry about long-distance travel, it has been properly arranged.

As an excellent behavior analyst, but from the handwriting of this writing, Kate can see that from the coherent and flowing shape of the handwriting, the handwriting is neat and smooth, and the writer is well-educated. However, the writer I feel depressed and anxious when writing, which can be seen from the slight trembling of the handwriting when I write and write.

Kate can be sure that this funeral notice letter was written by Bruce himself. She has never experienced it, and she cannot empathize with this superhero who just lost his lover. The pain caused by the memories between pen and pen continues to write.

If the death is caused by prolonged illness in bed, the relatives and friends of the deceased will accept the fact that the relatives must pass away in great pain for many years. The most sad thing is this kind of sudden death. For a while there was no response to the world.

Most importantly, Clark is a good guy in every sense. He is handsome, funny, cheerful, generous, and friendly. Just talking about his daily work, he is serious and careful; and his other job, let alone, Metropolis has become one of the most livable cities in the world because of the existence of Superman.

Kate glanced at the driver who was driving. This was the service staff hired by Bruce to provide them with pick-up business. Kate sat in the back seat of the spacious and comfortable SUV, and she leaned back.To be honest, in terms of the particularity of her profession, she has attended quite a few funerals, those of victims, colleagues, criminals, etc., but at this moment, she is not sure what attitude she should use to attend Clark's funeral. Kent's funeral.

Kate is sure that, apart from her, everyone attending Superman's funeral will have another identity-a superhero.

The car passed through the dense cornfields in the small town of Smallway. Kate leaned on the window with her hands, and she was blowing the air-conditioning wind from inside the car. The sun was shining outside, and the cornfields were covered with gold. Just kidding, only an environment like Kansas can breed an optimistic person like Clark.

What left the deepest impression on Kate was Clark's smile, the smile that comforted the victim, the smile when the mission was successful, and the occasional joke that succeeded, this man...

Kate took a deep breath. She took out a pack of napkins from her bag. The decent FBI agent didn't wear any makeup today. She took out a napkin and wiped her eyes carelessly.The driver couldn't help but glanced at his passenger through the rearview mirror. The eyes of the young female detective were already slightly swollen.

The car passed through the village lane, and Kate suddenly recalled that Clark once said that the road leading to his house was dilapidated and bumpy. Master Bruce specially funded the construction of a country asphalt road.

Just like the fun things about Bruce when he was young that Clark could casually say, Bruce's growing up days will inevitably be full of traces of Clark. Kate got out of the car and stepped on the hot asphalt ground in the sun. I saw the white cottage surrounded by farmland - Kent Farm.

Faint and noisy human voices came over, accompanied by faint laughter—the kind of laughter full of bitterness.

Kate walked around the field at the entrance and approached the door of the white hut. When she looked up, she saw Barry sitting on a chair in the corner with his head down and an energy bar in his mouth, taking a sip of the energy bar and a Coke to replenish his energy , it was obvious that The Flash, who had just run all the way from the center field, was still stuck in a mood that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Walking into the small yard surrounded by fences, I saw that the heroes of the Justice League and the Avengers had almost arrived-they were almost there, because Kate did not see Bruce in this group of people.

These people are all gathered together and are chatting.

"...Call meringue for help, meringue is of course the fastest to respond!" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy spoke with a heavy nasal voice, and Kate guessed that he should be Shazam. "What do you think of the heroine," Shazam said, "It was fun when you abused Superman in the past!"

Tony and Diana stand together. The couple who are still in love try to restrain their intimacy on this occasion. The Amazon goddess puts her hand on Mr. Stark in a formal suit. The beautiful demigod is wearing a pure black suit. The skirt, even the hair is meticulously tied up.

"The puff pastry has a high level of cooperation," Diana said, her voice a little hoarse: "Sometimes it is the commander of the battle, and sometimes it is the absolute coordinator. The bat is well trained..." Diana said with With a nasal voice, he made a joke, instead of amusing people, instead, there was a trace of emotion surging, and the nasal voice became stronger in the words.

"Clark's leadership and coordination are good," Tony commented: "It's just..."

Diana glanced at her boyfriend in surprise, and asked, "When did you fight with him? Isn't the mission we did together the only one in Injustice?"

Tony looked at Diana helplessly, and said, "I mean playing games.

"You can still play games in puff pastry?" Shazam was shocked by his real name.

Cyborg let out a "ha", and he complained: "Our meringue really plays games, and he is still a krypton gold player. My God, sometimes I feel that poverty restricts my online performance. But, to be honest Said, sometimes I am really curious, sometimes the team command style is different, is it..."

Everyone immediately understood the meaning behind the steel frame's "is it?"

At this time, Kate looked at the young man who was listening to Shazam with his arms folded. The SSA agent paused. This person was the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent from Hyena Manor last time. The young man noticed Kate’s gaze. , looking over, Quinn waved at Kate.

Immediately afterwards, Quinn made a "come here" gesture towards Kate, and Kate tugged at Barry, who was groaning. Barry looked up at Kate, then at Green Arrow, swallowed the energy bar in his mouth, Nodding, dejected, he walked into the crowd with Kate.

Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Dr. Banner gathered together. These four people rarely interact with Superman at work, so although these people are in the crowd, they don't talk much.

Kate approached the crowd, and everyone looked at her. Quinn introduced in a gentlemanly way: "This is Clark's work partner, Kate Callahan, an SSA agent from the Metropolitan FBI Branch." Quinn looked at Kate , asked: "Do you need me to reveal the identity of the hero here? Although you must have guessed it." Kate nodded with a wry smile.

Quinn changed the subject in a timely manner, and he asked: "Tell me, Kate, you are the person we have spent the longest time with meringue besides Bruce, what's interesting about Clark?"

Kate thought for a while and replied: "Clark has a bad stomach." Everyone present smiled, and Kate continued: "So much so that the deputy director recommended him a private doctor."

Barry raised his head, a smile appeared on his bitter face, and he said: "A long time ago, when we were on duty in the watchtower, Supi complained to me, and their deputy chief asked him when he met him, why didn't he Go and see, that gastroenterologist is a classmate of their deputy bureau."

This group of people chatted, and they all talked about some interesting things about Clark. The good-natured big blue man was willing to play with his friends in private, and there were noisy laughter from the crowd from time to time.Everyone is aware of the possibility of Superman's resurrection, and they are all aware of the dormant "death" state Clark is in at this time.

Although the sadness in my heart is thick and colorful, the kind of oppressive weight in my heart that can't be dispelled is always there, but life must continue, and sadness will always be heavy, depressing, and low, but people are still To keep going the rest of the way, everyone, all superheroes who have been through a lot know this best.

Diana leaned her head on Tony's shoulder, and she said softly, "I'm so sorry, Tony..."

"Clark will wake up," Tony said firmly, "As long as we find a way, Dale, I will do my best to wake up my best friend."

Breathing out slowly from Diana's breath, she said, "You... hey, you didn't understand me, I said..." Tony squeezed Diana's hand tightly, and the two of them Looking at the small white house on the Kent farm together, Diana said: "You also know Bruce's character. I listened to the movement inside, and my heart was about to break."

Everyone looked in Diana's direction, with concern in their eyes. Diana thought about it, but shook her head. She didn't explain, and planned to save some dignity for their alliance consultant.

Bruce, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, is crying with Mrs. Kent in his arms at this time, not crying loudly, not crying bitterly, just—like a water embankment that is about to burst. murmur of water.

And Martha, with her wrinkled hands, stroking the back of the big boy who held her, she was also crying, she lost her treasure, but the sensible woman said: "I understand, I believe you."

Mr. Kent, who was at a loss, put his head heavily on his wife, and Martha's shoulders were wet.