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Clark was still a little unresponsive when the scene suddenly changed, but soon, when his eyes hurt by the flash were gradually able to see clearly what was in front of him, his sanity was restored immediately.

He blinked, the first thing he saw was a broad palm, only then did he realize that he was sitting on the ground.With the strength of that hand, he stood up, facing a pair of pale blue eyes full of apology and concern: "Hi, child, are you all right?"

Clark blinked again, his drowsy mind paused for a few seconds before hesitatingly replied: "Me? I'm fine——I can't be better, sir." He opened his hazy eyes, feeling that One hand held his arm again in the darkness: "Are you sure, child?"

"I'm sure—" Clark said, his tone a little unreal because of the sluggishness and viscousness of his body.But in order to reassure the person who was supporting him, he still shook his head, tried his best to give him a not-so-perfect smile, and repeated his own words, "—I'm sure, sir."

"Okay," the man said, as if turning his head to say something to the others, then turned his head back again, and continued, "But I have to send you home myself, you don't look as good as you say In that way—child, where is your home?"

Clark held his forehead that was faintly aching, and wanted to reject the man's proposal, but when he saw the obvious distrust on the man's face, he knew that he had to rely on his help: "Kansas——My family is in Kansas In a small town in the state, you can just find the Kent couple, they are my parents (*1)."

"Kansas?"

"That's right, sir," Clark said, and had to lift his heavy arm to press his temple again to get those damn pains to go away—seriously, if he really has superhuman powers, wait When he encountered kryptonite one day, maybe it would feel the same way to him?I hope not, even though it's only been a few minutes, he's had enough of this torture-like tickle.

"Uh—kid," the man said, his voice sounded hesitant, and Clark wasn't sure if he heard a hint of doubt and nervousness in it, "although it sounds strange—but I have to ask, what's your name ,child?"

Clark was a little inexplicably angry, probably because of his name.But for him now, this doesn't bother him anymore, after all, Superman and his friends can no longer make him envious or - jealous (*2). "Clark Kent, sir," he said, hearing the tiniest gasp of a gasp almost in unison beside him.Oh, although he doesn't care about this anymore, for his weak body now, hearing this voice again undoubtedly makes him a little more uncomfortable, because the anger that jumped out of nowhere, he is almost merciless He said to those people—probably the ladies—"I know my name is very curious to you, but please don't make such noises. I believe the real Mr. Superman will not be happy."

After Clark finished the call, even though there was some sense of victory to support him, it was obvious that his body could not continue to bear that inexplicable feeling of weakness. After only a few seconds, he had to close his eyelids to recover Spirit.

"...Um, if you don't mind, maybe you can come to our——home to rest first? Judging by your face, I think you may not be able to bear this journey." The man supporting Clark said , and turned to hold his waist so that he could lean on him completely.Then he put his hand on Clark's forehead and added, frowning again, "Besides, you have a high fever, and I think you should take some medicine or something—do you need to go to the hospital, son?"

Clark barely opened his eyes again, and saw clearly the clothes on the man's body—the tights, and felt that it was exactly the same as the one he was wearing.He glanced behind the man again and saw Martian Manhunter, Hawkgirl, and Wonder Woman standing behind him, and a Flash and a Green Lantern standing by the side of the road, talking to Batman.Oh well, they're close to putting together a Justice League.Clark thought, licked his chapped lips, nodded almost unconsciously, then immediately closed his eyelids again, and fell into an incomplete dream.

...Clark thought he saw Superman descending on him, calling him a vile thief.He angrily retorted that he was not a damn thief, and that he did not have the ability to steal him.But when he finished saying those words, Superman became his mother and his father—Lola Kent and David Kent, holding a newborn baby—himself, but the baby's His hair was blond, and he was not named "Clark" because of his black hair.Clark wanted to rush up and snatch the baby, tell his parents he was their baby—but in a flash, his parents were Aunt Sally again, smiling and handing him a stack of tall, thick Superman merch and toys (*3), but this time she said, oh Clark, I know you don't like superman stuff, but what can I say, you're "Clark" aren't you?And your mother will love it too.

Clark yelled at her that he didn't like these things—not at all, he'd never liked them growing up.But when he finished speaking these words, the tall superman surroundings fell down and covered his head, and he couldn't breathe for a moment. He struggled and tried hard, but those surroundings seemed to be rushed at him He was held down like a fist, and soon, his heart began to strike as the surrounding air became weaker and thinner. He was fighting with his heart, but he was desperate as if he would never win... ..

"Oh——" Clark opened his eyes suddenly, and used violent breathing to break himself out of the dream completely.He blinked, took another deep breath of fresh air in shock, and realized that he was not at home, but lying on a bed with white sheets and white pillows.He turned around and looked at the room carefully, and found that the four corners of the room were equipped with cameras, and there was a glass door on the wall in front of him where the cameras were fixed.There were four beds not far from the main door. On the one he was lying on, there was a towel on which was resting his left wrist which was undergoing an infusion.On his left side, a tall instrument stands in a corner of the room. There is a small table in front of the machine facing him, with a stack of papers on it, and a green plastic chair beside it. Not long after I got up, someone was sitting there.

Clark looked around and looked down at the needle in his hand again, not sure if he was going to pull it out, but just as he was hesitant to take action, the door that was suddenly pushed open immediately dispelled his idea—the man dressed as The Superman came in, and Clark, who was clearly awake, surprised him, but soon, he moved the plastic chair with a smile, sat next to Clark, and asked gently and worriedly: "What do you think?" ?”

"I'm fine, thanks—" Clark said, looking at him hesitantly.Just when he was about to ask him where he was, he found that the other party seemed to have misunderstood his thoughts, and said to him comfortingly: "We haven't contacted your family yet, I don't know if we've missed it—how can you help me?" Any information? Like your parents' names—?"

"My father is David Kent," Clark said, without thinking too much. "My mother is Laura Kent."

The man nodded to him and asked him, "Do you have any questions?"

"--I am at the hospital?"

"Technically—yes." The man looked at Clark with those involuntarily relaxing blue eyes, "but really, you're in the infirmary. I'm sorry, but we have to ask you a few questions. question."

Clark felt that there was an answer rushing up his throat, struggling to jump out, but there seemed to be a membrane preventing him from jumping out of the answer: "Okay, I mean, of course it's no problem."

"Ah, that's not what I'm going to do, but don't worry, I'll always be there for you."

"What is—" Clark's confused question stopped abruptly, because another person came in from the other side of the door.He was wearing a black hood, with two pointed black ears standing on top of his head. His body was wrapped in a black cloak, and the long hanging cloth looked like the ominous wings of a devil.

"This is Batman," the man said with a smile, casting a presumptuous glance at the other man. "I'm Superman."

Clark was completely confused now, he stared at the two clown-like people with his double brown eyes, and finally couldn't stop his question from slipping out: "This is so funny, isn't it? ?I mean, aren’t Superman and Batman—fictitious characters? Why do you think of yourself as heroes?”

"Then how do you think we got the needle into your vein?" Batman said, threatening Clark like a dangerous snake in his lowered voice. "Or, would you like to explain how you acquired superhuman abilities?"

They're like bad actors in a circus.But since he could act like Superman, he shouldn't be so surprised by this, Clark thought.But this kind of self-consolation was useless at all, he grinned and smiled weakly, and another deep panic gradually crept into his heart-they would take his power away!Clark instinctively glanced at Superman, as if he wanted some comfort, but he immediately turned his head back, suppressing his anger and fear: "Where's my ability? Where did you get it?"

"You should be glad we couldn't get it off, but apparently, I can make it go away for a while," Batman said, and Clark couldn't see anything through his eyes covered by cold white goggles. "I don't know how you got it, but I think it probably wasn't yours in the first place."

Clark felt his heart was strangled. Batman's cold and probing eyes seemed to have washed him dozens of times. A sense of crisis of being offended and peeped spread from his brain, and his anger almost immediately It went to his head.

"B, he's just a kid." Superman looked disapprovingly at the man hiding in the darkness, a mixture of worry and seriousness on his face.He turned his head again and smiled apologetically at Clark: "I'm sorry, but he didn't mean any harm, he's just used to it."

Clark took a deep breath and ordered himself to calm down. He glanced at Batman as calmly as possible, and raised his chin towards Superman: "If you want me to believe you, you have to prove it to me."

"He can't," Batman said suddenly, looking back at Superman until he shook his head again, but in a much better tone than before, "but we have other ways to prove it. - The Flash , come to the infirmary."

"Okay, bat." A voice said quickly but indistinctly. At first Clark thought it was coming from a communicator or something, but he was wrong, because the owner of the voice hadn't reacted before him. I was already standing in front of him when I was young, looking at him with curious and kind eyes: "Hey, you are that 'Little Superman'? But you have brown eyes! However, I don't think that's a big deal, after all, it's too late. Too much blue is not good."

Clark stared blankly at the red figure, obviously not keeping up with the other party's topic of jumping too much: "Uh, hi."

"Flash," Batman nodded coldly at Flash. The person who was called changed his activeness just now and stopped obediently like an ordinary person, winking at Clark.

Clark didn't see what the Flash did to him. He was immersed in the message "Justice League is real!!!" at the moment, even Batman walked up to him and pulled out the needle in his hand. Did not notice.When he regained his sanity, he saw a golden needle being withdrawn from Batman's belt-golden kryptonite, which can make Superman lose his superpowers.He belatedly recalled the setting in the comics, and realized that the needle had just been taken out of his blood vessel.

"Uh, Clark?"

Clark was attracted by Superman's voice, just in time to see the back of Batman leaving.He froze for a while, and then suddenly woke up under Superman's worried gaze, and subconsciously avoided it, and then he heard Superman's helpless voice: "Flash, maybe you can show Clark a tour of the watchtower?"

What did the Flash answer? Clark didn't hear clearly. He felt that his brain was running at high speed, so he made a buzzing sound, but immediately, he realized that it was just his heart beating because of tension. echo.

This doesn't look like a brave psychic at all, but man!Superman is by his side!

The author has something to say:

The background setting of this chapter comes from "Superman: Secret Identity", which roughly talks about a teenager who has no superpowers and is named "Clark Kent" because he is a boy with black hair and born in Kansas. decides to rescue people like Superman, but begins to hide his identity after being betrayed by a reporter who promised him not to take pictures.

(*1) Clark and Superman were also born in Kansas to parents of the Kent couple.

(*2) Clark in the comics doesn't have a single friend, so while he yearns for friends, he also inevitably feels a little envious of Superman for abandoning his classmates.

(*3) Sally is Clark's aunt in the comics, and she always gives him Superman doll toys and various Superman peripherals on Clark's birthday, but I don't know that Clark doesn't like them.

(*4) The author studied the various fronts of Clark in the comics for 10 minutes, and then had to completely retreat in the shadow of the dark tone, so the brown color has yet to be verified, but because it was not mentioned above, it was named because of the blue eyes For "Clark", so Clark's eyes should not be blue.

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