[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The four of us had dinner, Clark helped take the dishes out of the dishwasher and put them away, and the whole family set off, Alfred drove, Bruce held the moving cub, Clark held the moving cub Moving the dog, waiting for the whole family to drive to Wayne's apartment, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Xiao Krypton has a dog lying on Clark, with its front feet resting on Bruce and its back feet on Clark's lap. Masanina comfortably sits half on Bruce and half on the dog. Both cubs and dogs are asleep. Yes, two tall men with a height of 1.9 meters are sitting in the back seat of a very spacious SUV. Looking at the posture of a dog and a cub, they are a little at a loss.

Why did you fall asleep like this?

Alfred looked through the rearview mirror at the two adults who were suppressed by a puppy and a dog. He opened the car door, stepped out of the driver's seat, and then opened the door beside Bruce's car. Alfred stretched out his hand, and with Bruce's help He carried the child out first, and Bruce, who had been in this position for two hours, felt numb in his legs. Clark opened the door by himself, lifted the sleeping soundly dog ​​onto the chair, and got out of the car before carrying the dog out. .

Marzanina was hugged by Alfred, the child rubbed her face against Alfred's neck, and opened her eyes in a daze, Clark "Princess hugged" a big dog, but the dog Without waking up, Mazanina asked mutteringly, "Are you home?"

Alfred let Mazanina lean on his shoulder and said, "You're home, Miss."

Mazanina yawned big, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and said, "Ah Fu, I'll go by myself!" Her sleepy tone was a little complacent.Alfred put the child on the ground and watched Mazanina bouncing towards the elevator.

Bruce got out of the car, closed the door, and Alfred pressed the car remote.

Clark, who was holding a big dog, followed Mazanina to the elevator, but Clark found that Bruce hadn't followed. He turned around and saw that Bruce was holding the phone in his hand. Clark asked, "What's wrong?"

"'Mudboy' was captured by the face recognition system," Bruce said, and walked over: "It is estimated that his address will be located later."

Mazanina tapped the up button of the elevator, and the three adults walked over. Clark asked, "Tonight?"

Bruce nodded, the elevator door opened, and Mazanina walked in first. She reached out to touch the dog's belly-up but hanging tail. Bruce said, "My vacation is over."

Mazanina glanced at her father and Papa, then at the butler who was silently accompanying her, and muttered, "Papa has no holidays, and Papa is a social animal..."

Clark accepted the critical attack from his daughter's "community animal" in a daze. He turned around and glared at Bruce. Bruce shrugged and said, "I didn't teach you..."

Clark lowered his head, and through the white dog fur, he saw Marzanina's cute and smug expression, and then Clark heard Bruce say: "I doubt that our future lives will have intersections with people, Nina I don't remember who taught her this..."

"Avoid the time paradox?" Clark said to himself.

"Maybe." Bruce said.

Clark thought about it, and finally said: "This is either a memory that has been accurately processed after hypnosis, or it is magic. No matter who it is, this person is not simple."

"Ding." There was a sound from the elevator door, and at this moment, Alfred said, "Master Bruce, Mr. Kent, Miss Wayne, you're home."

Got home.

……

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and at this time, the night was dark, Bruce's penthouse.

Clark, who was wearing a pajamas, walked from the kitchen to the monitoring room with a coffee in his hand. He heard the steady breathing of the little princess sleeping soundly in the pink princess room, and Alfred also fell asleep.Clark stopped by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking through the polished glass windows at the deserted road in the distance.

The cityscape outside Wayne’s luxury apartment looks the same as the cityscape of New York. There are high-rise buildings with glass curtain walls, black and asphalt city streets, and high-rise neon lights flashing brilliantly. In a good area, there are very few cases of robbery/robbery and rape/rape.

In the quietness of Gotham night where no one can be seen, there is a darkness like an undercurrent lurking.The slums of Gotham are only separated by a stinky ditch from the wealthy area on the upper floors of the building.The lighting equipment here is aging, the light is dim, and the narrow and cramped alleys are dark and damp.

Under the dim moonlight, there is an eerie atmosphere here.

Gotham's lead-in old-fashioned buildings blocked Superman's vision. Standing on a high place, he couldn't see clearly the crimes happening in the gloomy corners of the city. Batman's realm.If Clark only used his superpowers, he would never be able to find "Mud Muddy" among the tens of millions of people in this huge city.

And Clark followed the sound of Bruce's heartbeat, and he couldn't see where Batman was because of the blockage of the leaded wall.

At this time, Batman did not move, he stood motionless by the chimney on the roof of the old apartment house, as if he had merged with the chimney.

Clark raised his hand and clicked the touch screen switch of the remote control curtain, and the gray curtain closed with a "wow".Clark took a sip of his coffee, it was well past his sleep time and the Kryptonian had woken up.

Clark's focus was on Bruce's heartbeat, Batman's heartbeat was very steady, a large part of Superman's super hearing was distracted by the city of Metropolis, and the rest of his attention was focused on the man and the circle around him.

Clark walked back to the monitoring room, and the video captured by the infrared surveillance of the alley in the apartment where the "Mudboy" temporarily lived was played on the screen - there was no one in the alley, only mice could be seen jumping out of the broken water pipe and running along the base of the wall into the alley to the other side.

"Fuck..." Suddenly, a voice attracted Clark's attention. The man who was making a cursing muttering sound was sloppy, sniffing his nose from time to time, very much like the kind of movement that an addict/junkie makes when he is addicted, Clark heard the man muttering and cursing: "The policemen in Gotham have become fucking saints, and Batman is so scary? All of them are cowardly and useless, fuck, I've been looking for a fucking night Nothing was found."

Clark looked at the screen, and the hidden surveillance captured the front of the person. The image captured by the infrared camera was very clear, and it was "Mud Muddy".Clark's super hearing allowed him to hear the sound of a very light grappling gun shot, and two "da da" sounds of the soles of the shoes landing that ordinary people could not hear at all.

Clark listened, and guessed the source of these many sounds in his mind. Clark heard the dragging footsteps of the "muddy" going upstairs, and heard the collision sound of the "mudboy" taking out the keys. Clark heard There was a creaking sound from the old wooden door when Mudboy opened it.

"Mudboy" just walked into the entrance, "bang." This is the sound of his head hitting the wall. Junzi was subdued by the attack from behind him before he even had time to resist. Neck, his forehead pressed against the wall of the entrance, "Mudboy" was dizzy.

"Who!" asked the "mud guy" in panic, and he begged for mercy without even hesitation, saying: "Let me go, I don't have drugs, friend, I will pay you back the money I owe you, I really don't have any now money."

"I don't want your money." Batman's voice was hoarse and deep. In a dark room, this kind of voice itself carried a terrifying deterrent force. Batman grabbed the shoulder of "Mudboy", and he firmly held the "mud boy" with his arm. The person turned around, and the "Mudboy" was pressed against his shoulders, and the "Mudboy" looked at Batman's eyes covered with white film under the black mask of Batman in horror.

The one-way white film at the eyes of the mask covers the original color of the eyes. Batman's inorganic devil-like eyes are just staring at the restrained "mud boy". At this time, the cowardly drug addict even He could hear the "click" sound of his shoulder being pinched by Batman's gradually increasing strength, his teeth trembled, and he let out a scream.

Batman's hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, and he said, "I just want the truth."

"What's the truth?" "Mud Muddy" replied in horror: "Ask, Batman, what do you want to know, I will tell you." This man is at the bottom of the criminal chain. Batman is oppressive, and the "muddy" who just cursed Batman said so without even hesitating.

"You used to work for Falconi?" Batman asked.

"Mudboy" cursed loudly in his heart the delirious drug lord who had been mad for a long time, and said with trembling teeth: "I have stopped doing drugs/products a long time ago."

"Mudboy" heard Batman who was staring at him sneer, and Batman said, "Let me remind you, it's a murder, a murder you concealed."

"I don't know!" Batman looked at the man's evasive eyes and guilty conscience, and he was very sure that the murder was done by this man, while Mudboy said stiffly, "Really, I don't know! "

"You don't know?" Batman repeated, with grim sarcasm.

"I really don't know, let me go, please!"

Batman is clamping down on "Mudboy", and he easily pulled the addict/junkie to the balcony of the living room. He pushed "Mudboy", and Mudboy leaned on the rusty iron railing of the balcony, with his upper body thrown out of the railing He fell back and said, "Then let me remind you again," Batman reported a date, and he said, "The cold chain sent from the Metropolitan Port to the Gotham Port will be signed by you, Charles Becky."

"Mudboy" fell backwards, most of his body was already outside the balcony railing, Batman saw that he was still not cooperating, Batman grabbed the man's leg, threw it out, and then grabbed his ankle, " Mudboy" hung his whole body outside, "Ah" the man screamed.

Batman said: "Tell me the truth, otherwise, I will let you fall from here." The wobbly "mud boy" tried his best to maintain his balance, he was terrified, as long as Batman let go, he would fall from the third floor If you fall from the balcony, there is a high probability that you will not die, and most likely you will be seriously injured.

Batman's hand loosened.

"I said, I said," "Muddruff" let go, and he said: "I swear, Batman, I... I only know that there is a male corpse in the freezer. It is said that it is a forensic doctor from Metropolis, and someone... …Someone hired me to sign for this container and asked me to find a place to bury the corpse inside, as for who hired me, and who was the male corpse, I really don’t know!”

Gotham's employment method is not surprising at all, a transfer from an underground bank, a small printed note - write down what time and what needs to be done.

"Where's the body?" Batman demanded.

"It's at the Catholic Church Cemetery on the west side of the city!"

Batman growled, "Where in the cemetery?"

"Just... just bury those homeless people in the grave!" "Mudboy" staggered on the edge of the railing, he was terrified, he said: "At that time, there was only one grave in the cemetery!" "Mudboy" tried hard Straightening up his upper body, he said, "I swear to God, I don't know anything anymore!"

"Swear to me!" The hoarse voice carried terrifying pressure.

"I swear, I swear to you! Jesus, pull me up, I really don't know anything anymore!" The "mud boy" was hanging upside down outside the balcony, his brain was congested and his eyes were black. Under such pressure, He dared not hide any more.

Batman didn't ask any more questions. The man told the truth. He held the man's ankle and pulled the "muddy" up with force. When Batman let go, the "mudboy" collapsed on the ground. Before Hua's eyes recovered, Mudboy felt a pain in his neck, and his eyes went completely dark.

By the time Mudboy woke up again, it was broad daylight. "Mudboy" was sitting on a chair in the interrogation room, with his hands handcuffed under the interrogation table. Opposite him was a smiling police officer Gordon, and a very inconspicuous recording pen was placed on the table.

When Gordon saw the "mud boy" wake up, he pressed the play button of the recording pen, "...I only know that there is a male corpse in the freezer...someone...someone hired me to sign for this container, and asked me to put Find a place to bury the bodies inside."

"Mr. Becky," Police Officer Gordon said, "Now there is evidence that you have committed the crime of hiding criminal evidence and insulting the corpse. I will give you a chance. Let's talk about it. I will tell the judge that you are very cooperative."

"fuckbatman!" "Mud bastard" cursed, and then began to explain the problem.

And the night before, after Batman tied the "mudboy" to the bat lamp, and left a recorder with key statements very intimately, following the instructions of technical support Clark, after preventing a rape case, He just drove the Batmobile to the temporary Batcave - this is a temporary base arranged under an abandoned warehouse after Wayne's old house burned down.

In the center of the brightly lit temporary base, Batman pressed the switch, and the storage cabinet of the bat suit rose up. He took off the hood and hung it in the glass cabinet. At this time, a prompt sounded from the direction of the temporary base elevator: " Permission to land."

Bruce looked towards the elevator entrance, and a Kryptonian in pajamas walked into the base. Clark walked to the workbench, pulled out a chair and sat down, admiring his boyfriend with great interest——

Undress.

The Kevlar and titanium composite battlesuit was taken off by Bruce one by one, arm gloves, cloak, universal belt, breastplate, carapace, boots and finally leg armor. The composite suit can protect Batman is immune to reaction damage in battle, but in summer, the suit is not friendly to the wearer.

"Your plan is better, Bruce," Clarke judged.

Kate plans to formally report it in the form of a report after she gets the clues, so that people with ghosts in their hearts will be afraid; and Batman's plan is even more circuitous. The Gotham police will investigate the burial case, and the final result of the investigation will lead to the cooperation between the Gotham police and the Metropolitan FBI.

In this way, without Kate doing anything, Kate and Clark can intervene in this case logically and legally.

"Why did you come here instead of sleeping?" Bruce asked, a little concerned, after all, social animal papa still had to go to work the next day.

Clark looked up at Bruce slightly like this: "The poor social animals eat grass, milk milk, work hard, stay up late to accompany them, and can only bask in the sun and do more photosynthesis the next day. How do you sleep? Woolen cloth?"

Some tired Bruce looked at Clark with eyes full of pure admiration. Bruce put his hand on the armrest of the chair, and pressed the other hand to Clark's face. He bent down, and Clark watched the sweat dripping from Bruce's forehead. A bead of sweat, slid from his forehead, down Bruce's cheek, down his chin, onto Clark's satin pajamas—

Smudge a little darker.

Naturally, the two exchanged a sweaty kiss. In the end, Bruce straightened up. His voice was a little hoarse, and it was a little low, but unlike the horrible hoarse before, this low hoarse voice was full of Testosterone, he said: "It's a pity you can't sweat, Clark, or it would be damn hot."

Satisfied with both the kiss and Bruce's compliment, Clark said, "I'll take you home, my B."