[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Bruce stroked the white fluffy dog's head, and saw that the dog's head, which was originally squatting upright, changed little by little, and then slowly, the dog relaxed its upright front legs, and lay on its stomach. on the ground.After a while, the dog lay down on the velvet carpet and snored a little.

Bruce looked at the big white fluffy dog ​​on the ground, and couldn't help chuckling. The dog was so sleepy, it must have been a rather humane Kryptonian guarding him all day—he was at the North Pole with Clark The dog was found in the Castle of Solitude, and the dog cared for him as much as his master.

Not long after, Alfred walked into the bedroom with a dinner plate. Bruce sat up and stood up between the dog and the bed. Alfred put the dinner plate on the small table by the French window, watching With Bruce in his hands, he walked to the bathroom. After a while, Bruce, who was refreshed, did not have the slightest weakness left after recovering from a serious illness.

Bruce walked towards the French windows, carefully stepping over the snoring dog, the big fluffy dog ​​was sleeping with its belly up and down, Alfred sat on the chair on the other side of the small table, Bruce held his hand with one hand Picking up the armchair beside the table and pulling it away, sitting on the chair, he picked up the upside-down spoon on the dinner plate and stirred the rice porridge in the bowl.

There were chopped green vegetables under the boiled soft rice porridge—somewhat light, Bruce finished the rice porridge in the bowl slowly, and Alfred asked: "What are your plans, Master Bruce? "

"Act according to the plan," Bruce said, "I'm worried about Rachel's safety now. This nebulized neurotoxin is very volatile and toxic. According to the pharmacological analysis of the poison given by Clark, inhalation of 0.3 mg , it only takes 5 minutes to kill."

"Oh, yes," said Alfred, "Mr. Kent put the antidote in the refrigerated medicine cabinet in the Batcave."

Bruce nodded. He put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, pursed his lips, and seemed hesitant to speak.

Alfred is quite used to the hesitant appearance of Master Bruce, who he took care of and grew up with. To be honest, if Bruce hadn’t had the character of Clark when he was growing up, it would be impossible for Bruce to be as excited as he is now.

"Do you have anything to say, Master Bruce?" Alfred very considerately opened the prelude to Bruce's confession.

"After I was poisoned," Bruce leaned back on the chair, he raised his head and closed his eyes, and said, "I had a long and real dream, and those memories that I suppressed in my heart reappeared in my dream. In my dreams I was that helpless boy in Crime Alley."

"I dreamed that my parents were shot in front of me, Zill ripped off Mommy's pearl necklace, and Dad stood in front of me and begged the robber to let them go." Memories of bats flying past me and flying into the air when the well fell into the batcave."

Bruce opened his eyes, lowered his head, looked at Alfred, and said, "I admit, this is a fear I will never forget," Alfred listened carefully, and then Bruce said: " But in my dream, although there is a scene that is not scary at all, it appears again and again in my dream, but when I wake up, the most vivid memory is that scene."

"What is it, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked, the butler was a little curious.

"A birch lounge door," Bruce said with a slight arc of his mouth, "I pushed that door open over and over again, and a strange little boy sat inside the door."

In his dream, he could even feel the coldness of the doorknob, and he remembered the natural and complex patterns on the door.

Bruce still clearly remembers that in that incomparably real illusion, after he pushed open the door of the birch lounge, he saw the little boy with a strange face turning back and smiling at him——

Not the one who had become the most important part of his life.

In the illusion, Bruce felt unprecedentedly dazed and at a loss, as if someone swung a heavy hammer and knocked a big piece of a perfect gem.

Clark was standing in front of the big screen in the company's big conference room, pointing at the slides on the screen with the infrared light of the page presenter in his hand. Clark quietly listened to the conversation between Bruce and Alfred, and the high-speed super brain was listening. When it came to Bruce's words, it froze uncontrollably for a moment.

Bruce describes their first meeting, their conversation after Bruce pushed open the birch door, the beginning of their friendship.

Clark edited a text message at a speed the directors couldn't read, and it read:

Assuming this, our other identity will also meet, and we will definitely become friends.

Bruce’s text message back was quick and simple:

That is also my biggest regret, our relationship will not be so pure.

"It's hard for me to trust you like this," Bruce said.

Clark nodded and sent out a symbolic expression:

:)

Clark couldn't help but smile, Emily looked up suspiciously, and asked, "Boss?"

"It's okay," Clark said, "We will continue to look at the company's listing plan..."

Clark heard the sound of Alfred standing up with his hands on the small table, and heard the crisp touch of the tableware on the plate as he tidied up the tableware. Alfred picked up the tableware, and then Alfred said : "Master Bruce, are you embarrassed to say this in front of Mr. Kent?"

Alfred understood it. Although his master Bruce looked at what he said, the person he really wanted to listen to was wrangling with his board of directors at Metropolitan's new technology and biological company.

At this time, Alfred held the dinner plate in both hands, and looked down at his smiling master Bruce——the Wayne family master showed a little childlike naughtiness on his face, and Alfred sighed , Bruce like this, to be honest, Alfred couldn't be angry.

So, Alfred said: "Mr. Kent left a newspaper on your workbench in the Batcave. After you read it, you can continue working."

"What newspaper? Anything important?" Bruce asked.

Alfred walked to the door of the bedroom with the dinner plate, and replied: "The Daily Planet of the Metropolis, Mr. Bruce, as for the content... it is the joy that your cherished friend wants to share with you."

Bruce blinked, and Alfred turned around quickly and walked away without looking back.Bruce stood up from the chair, squatted next to the dog, and rolled it from the dog's neck along the back to the heel of the tail, back and forth twice, the sleepy little Krypton dog moved its head, and the dog's head rubbed Rubbed the carpet and slept more soundly.

Bruce stood up, put his bare feet into his slippers, and walked to the elevator in the study leading to the Batcave with his slippers. When he got out of the elevator, he walked to the workbench in the Batcave, and saw clearly what Alfred said. His cherished friend wanted to share in the joy that was given to him.

The front page of "Daily Planet" only has the newspaper headline of "Daily Planet", a photo covering the entire page, and a very attention-grabbing headline.And that photo, no matter in terms of aesthetics, angle, composition or light, is a very attention-grabbing photo.

Bruce sat down at the workbench. He looked at the photo in the newspaper. The upper part of the vertically typed photo was the belly of the plane, and Superman raised his hands high. He was holding the plane firmly, and the wind was blowing towards He, on his dark blue battle suit, the "S"-shaped logo on Superman's chest is very bright, and the red cloak is flying behind him, and the red cloak is very brightly colored by the light on the runway.

Title: Superman - God Among Us

Saved 789 people on American United flight A3S278.

Bruce picked up the newspaper, and he saw the line of small words marked in the corner of the photo on the front page, and the specific report turned to the second page.Bruce unfolded the newspaper, shook it, and turned to the second page of the newspaper. On this page, he saw the second photo.

This photo takes up only one-third of the entire page, but it is no less attractive than the photo on the front page.Superman faced the direction of the camera and showed a smile. There was a little boyish complacency in this smile, and joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart.

Title: Superman's Smile

Bruce leaned back in the chair. He read the report at a glance. The person who wrote the report described the whole process of Superman saving the crashed plane in the air. The reporter also interviewed several passengers on the plane. The vocabulary used by the reporter Undoubtedly, they are all approving, commendatory, and praiseworthy.

Just like the words used by this reporter to write this report, all the people interviewed were also full of gratitude and praise for Superman.

The last two paragraphs of the report read as follows:

Although Superman flew away without any interviews, before today, Superman has always existed in the urban legend of the Metropolis, but starting today, this superhero with brightly colored suits has entered people's eyes.Now that the past of mutants has been recorded in the annals of history, this mutant who saved 270 and eight lives is definitely worthy of the title of hero.

The author waits and sees what Superman can do to the city of Metropolis. His superpowers can save those in need.He's our superhero, he's our superman, he's a metropolis superhero, he's a metropolis superman!

Louise Lane reports for you.

After reading the report, Bruce folded the newspaper, put it on the table, tapped his fingers on the newspaper, and it took only a second to make a decision to acquire the Daily Planet.

The newspaper was folded, and the front page had half of Superman facing up on the table. Bruce looked at the photo of Superman printed on the newspaper. Bruce had to admit that his friend's debut left a deep and positive image on the world:

Although the brightly colored suits are designed from Krypton, this bright color scheme will leave a positive impact on people's first impression, and Superman saved more than 200 lives in this operation , these people who had no chance of survival were unscathed except for being frightened.

Bruce rested his chin on his hand, he had to say, he felt the joy his friend shared with him, just like Clark was in his bedroom, holding him crying bitterly, and earnestly promised that he would do his best Can help ordinary people.

Although his power comes from aliens, Clark, like his oath, makes Kal-El the hope of all those in deep danger.

Bruce put his hand on the newspaper and tapped it between his fingers. He pulled out the outermost page of the newspaper and folded it slowly and neatly. Then Bruce twirled the folded newspaper with his fingers, Go to the locker in the corner of the Batcave, take out an empty folder from it, put the newspaper in the folder, and put the folder in the locker.

After finishing all this, Bruce sat in front of the bat computer, and he began to sort out the information on the Falconi drug trafficking case.

There is still a part of the original oath, Kal-El has become the hope of all those who are in deep danger, and Batman has become the fear of all those who intend to break the law and commit crimes.

Hope and fear are absolute opposites, yet subtly matched.