A meow and a dog

current.

Clark woke up from the darkness. He opened his eyes and groped for a while before he found himself lying on a wide bed.He pushed away the white quilt, rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes gathered under his feet, the space instantly became clear, and through the floor, a clear black shadow flashed across Clark's sight.

Batman?Clark thought dazedly before he remembered that he was still at Batman's house.Embarrassment and relaxed emotions overwhelmed his pounding heartbeat, he quietly put on the coat that Batman's butler got him, turned his head and opened the door cautiously like the car that died in a car accident, making The well-made wooden door seemed to know his mind and did not make a sound.Clark breathed a sigh of relief, but became even more nervous.As he tiptoed down the stairs, that beautiful, fleeting sound came back to him inadvertently, and he knew he would find it eventually.

Two breakfasts were properly placed on the table covered with a snow-white tablecloth in the dining room on the first floor. Clark slowly moved over and put down the note he had written on it. There was no trace in the sky.

three hours ago.

"...what are you going to do with me?" Clark said, walking with Batman down a seemingly endless corridor, the white floor tiles echoing with his own "thumping" steps and heartbeat Voice.

The demon-like man walking in front of him slightly tilted his pointed and long ears, and his tone was the indifference Clark had long been used to: "We will find a way to send you home."

Clark's mood improved a little because of the word "home", but immediately fell down quickly with Batman's words.

"Here we are," he said.

A white door opened in front of Clark, and members of the Justice League stood together in front of several machines with metallic colors.They looked gentle, and after seeing Batman and Clark, their expressions gradually became a little elusive.

"Clark—" said Superman, "we'll give you a plan for the inspection first, so you can go and rest first."

Clark stood there silently, wanting to say that he didn't mind, but when he found that everyone was looking at him, he could only stiffly twitch the corner of his mouth at Superman, then turned and pushed open the door to the lounge next to the hall.After he turned around, it was obvious to Clark that he was being watched by a serious gaze that couldn't possibly be Superman's.

Clark took a deep breath, tucked the hem of his shirt, which was too long for him, into his belt, and sat on the sofa in a strange posture, while staring at the clock hanging on the wall without blinking.

1 minutes......

2 minutes......

10 minutes......

When Clark finally couldn't bear to rush out of the room, Superman, Batman and Martian Manhunter entered the room.

"Don't need someone else to come?—Or like..." Clark said, "...I thought you'd come with needles or something."

"This isn't a joke—Kent," Batman said with his chin tensed, his low tone obviously showed that he was not in a very good mood at the moment: "I will collect your DNA samples for testing first, and then Superman will scan yours Cell tissue, if necessary, the Martian Manhunter will check your memory, what questions do you have?"

"Check my memory?" Clark said slowly, as if he wasn't pissed off by it.

"I'm sorry, Clark," Superman said, looking into Clark's eyes with a slightly apologetic voice, "but this is the only way we can find out what happened before you came here, and I promise you that if I and If Batman's work can be carried out smoothly, Martian Manhunter will not intervene, and even if Martian Manhunter needs to intervene, he will only call up your memory within three days of coming here——Clark, are you okay?"

"I—I'm fine." Clark said blankly, and then he turned his head and looked at Superman with a mixture of doubt and curiosity: "But—did you hear that voice?"

The heroes all had strange looks on their faces, as if Clark's English had suddenly become some alien language they didn't know. "What did you hear?" Batman asked suddenly, and Clarke glanced at the Martian Manhunter after seeing him finish speaking.

"A—a very strange sound, I've never heard it before." Clark tried to find words to describe the fleeting, momentary disappearance, but in the end he found, in frustration , in his poor lexicon, he couldn't find any good words that could describe it.

Clark turned his attention back to Superman, hoping that he could find some clues to the voice, but the other party just shook his head: "I can't hear anything."

Clark looked away in disappointment, wondering why Superman couldn't hear a voice that was clearly not faint to them. "I did hear it," he said again.

"The Justice League will take care of this," Batman said without hesitation, "but you just need to extend your arm now."

Clark pursed his lips, and he suddenly realized that what he said didn't attract the attention of Superman—the Justice League. They might just think he was lying to delay time, or they thought he was lying. There is something wrong with the ear.But he knew that he was fine, and the fact that even Superman didn't hear the voice made him vaguely feel that this matter was for him to solve—that voice found him on purpose.

Clark thought he knew what to do with him—he had to find it.

current.

Clark had been flying over Gotham for half an hour, his ears telling him where it was, but every time he got in the way of something else—but for God's sake, he At least not ignoring pedestrians' cries for help.He knew it would only attract untimely attention from the Justice League, but he couldn't help it.

- Sounds are generated less frequently now.Clark listened carefully for a while and thought.He slightly adjusted the arc of his flight, and reselected a faster flight route.

The convenient route helped him, probably because he was getting closer to the metropolis, and the calls for help were less than before, which also made Clark heave a sigh of relief—but obviously he was relieved too early.

What attracted Clark was a few half-bodied birds that were still fluttering. At first, he thought that the clouds covered the bodies of those birds, but when he got closer, he realized that it was because of several oval black round holes The bird's head was tightly wrapped, and within a few seconds of Clark rushing over, several birds had stopped breathing.

This is - a black hole?

The word circled awkwardly in Clark's mouth, probably out of horror, the stiff tongue didn't even pronounce the end of it properly.

Clark frantically drove his brain, trying to find a good way, but there was nothing.

The bright red on the bodies of the birds stung Clark's eyes, and he stared straight at the pieces of internal organs mixed with the blood of the birds, his heart beating non-stop in his chest.

"I can't stop it." Clark thought almost desperately.He watched two small black holes approach each other and swallow each other, making that sound he was looking for, but he was not at all excited.

He froze in place.

"Clark?" Someone called Clark in a familiar voice, and Clark turned around sharply, almost touching Superman's nose. "What happened?"

"Black hole—there's a black hole ahead!" Clark yelled, but he soon realized that Superman's expression was not as serious as he thought. "Sorry—but what black hole? I didn't see anything."

Clark was about to lose hope: "You really can't see it, it's right in front of that!" He looked at Superman pleadingly, but found that the other person's expression this time was exactly the same as last time.

"I—I didn't see anything," said Superman hesitantly, "but I think Batman should be able to detect it—why don't we ask him?"

Clark turned his expectant eyes to Batman again.

"I didn't find anything." said Batman standing in the green light ball, and Clark saw him nodding to the Martian Manhunter on the other side, "but I'm sure that we can't see the black hole because it's in a place unique to your world." frequency."

Clark turned to look at Superman: "Then how do I fix it?"

Seemingly surprised by the "I" in Clark's sentence, Batman's tone became more solemn unconsciously: "Are you sure you want to solve them alone?"

"But you can't see it!" Clark said manically. "Tell me, tell me."

"... just put it in the center of the black hole, and it will automatically distort the black hole - but the chances of success are very small, are you sure you want to do this?" Batman asked again, holding a square in his hand. Grid-like machinery.

"I'm sure."

"—then here you are. But you only have 2 minutes to put it in, and then go back to your world through the other end." Batman said, silently watching Clark who took over the grid and rushed forward slowly and strangely Disappeared in mid-air. "start the timer."

The time of 2 minutes seems to be extremely long at this moment, and every minute and every second is a torment for everyone. The heroes stood together silently, looking at the timed Batman with unanimous eyes.

"...The timer is over." The knight in black said suddenly, he took two steps forward, and the green light ball covering his body moved forward meekly with his steps. "No anomalies," he said, extending a solid right arm—the tips of his fingers rising unimpeded into the air, parallel to his blue eyes hidden behind goggles.

The Heroes of the Dark Side seemed to sigh softly: "He succeeded—maybe we underestimated him and other young heroes, but I admit that they were braver than we thought."

"...Maybe we should all admit it."

The author has something to say:

I can't adjust the order of the chapters, so I have to update in the manuscript box at the back, heck, the latest update or something--(Wang Tian) But from today on, normal weekly updates, occasional daily updates, and occasional double updates (is it possible? Hello?! )... But, what about the good reviews? ! QAQ is a group of bad, bad silver, I won’t play with you anymore.

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Then the robin...it really hurts to rewrite the outline!Will make it up this weekend~

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