A meow and a dog

"A few cents is enough, sir," cried the girl, holding a tabby cat with black and brown stripes in her right hand, and her other arm wrapped in poor quality cloth passed through a basket, some good-looking candies Glittering under her arm.

This is an economical and prosperous street in the metropolis. There is a restaurant on the street that is incompatible with the style of the city. The street is full of shops selling all kinds of things, so the girl's movements hardly attract anyone's attention—except for the people in front of her. This seems to be a particularly picky customer.

This picky customer has long messy hair and thick white powder and green eyeshadow on his pale face. His expression is dazed, and his eyes reveal confusion. He is a typical addict to drugs. Looks like a gentleman.He was stooped, so weak that he had to put his head next to the girl's basket to pick out his wares.He stayed by the basket for a long time, looking like he was carefully picking out the goods, but if someone came closer to observe carefully at this time, he would find that this delirious person was not picking candies, but was whispering , but because of his attire, it looked like a drug-fueled outburst of madness.

He only stayed by the girl's side for a few minutes, and then he staggered away grabbing the bag of candy and leaving. After he left, the girl holding the cat also left here in a hurry, making people dizzy in the afternoon In the stale air of sleeping, no one noticed this.

When Clark returned to the restaurant, apparently everything seemed to be within his expectations. He walked to the table he had reserved before, smiled apologetically at Bruce, who was sitting on the dining chair, and sat down .

"A charming encounter, I guess?" Bruce said teasingly, "Looks like she's getting on well with you?"

Clark frowned helplessly, and seemed to want to say something, but before those words popped out, he closed his mouth again as if he had changed his mind. "Oh, Bruce," he said finally.

Bruce didn't pursue the matter any further, he looked like he didn't care about it all, he handed the menu on the table to the waiter standing aside, and put his hands on the table. "What do you think Metropolis is like?"

"Huh?" Clark asked suspiciously after nodding to the waiter as if he hadn't expected Bruce's question.But when he understood this sentence, the smile on his face turned into a completely serious expression with slight curiosity: "Many orphanages, 'underground residents' everywhere, and chaotic law and order—— Why are you asking this?"

Because the information from the mouths of local residents will have a greater probability of finding the target's weakness - Bruce thought, but he obviously couldn't answer that. "Just pure curiosity. After all, this place is very different from Gotham."

Clark on the opposite side was silent for a while, just when Bruce thought he would not speak again, he hesitated and said, "Do you think, I mean——do you think that if someone is willing to stand up, would such a situation be possible?" Change?"

"You're running for mayor?"

"What? - No, that's not the case." Clark was stunned, shaking his head in surprise and amused, "The mayor is very good - but there are some things the mayor can't do."

"You mean, a 'lone ranger' who is not under the jurisdiction of the government?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, the idea of ​​his new neighbor obviously coincides with his, but it seems that the people who appear in Metropolis are always purer than those in Gotham Many, whether it is "S" or Clark, have thought of using the method of "incarnation of justice (*1)", but when they proposed this idea, they also did not think in advance how to prevent and suppress this uncertain factor. plan.But anyway, Clark's idea was enough to arouse Bruce's curiosity and vigilance.

"It's about the same as this." Clark said, "What do you think?"

Bruce avoided Clark's sight in silence. When he couldn't fully understand Clark's thoughts, any evaluation or suggestion might be detrimental to his plan—especially for a person who had already had some kind of thinking .Bruce turned his head slightly, pretending to be thinking, but this action also made him inadvertently see something on Clark's collar for a moment—a few fluffy light brown short hairs, which should come from a certain dark short hair. Hairy pet breed.

cat or dog?Bruce thought, and pretended to glance at Clark's collar casually, and then took advantage of this obvious movement to reach out and pull the hair from the other party's collar, while Clark on the opposite side focused on Bruce. Answered, so he didn't notice the inappropriateness of Bruce's actions, but just stared at him suspiciously.

"There's something stuck to it," Bruce explained.

"Okay—what do you think about 'The Lone Ranger'?" Clark continued to ask, not paying attention to what was on his collar.

Bruce lowered his head and glanced at the short hair in his hand that was black at the root, light in the middle, and brown at the tip (*2), and an unpleasant hypothesis immediately formed in his mind.Bruce reacted quickly and suppressed all the doubts in his heart. After adjusting his expression in an instant, he tentatively said to Clark: "I have no opinion on this, but if this is the case, why not just build a guard with superpowers—you know, like A city or something?"

"But those with superpowers are more than just guarding the prison, Bruce. They need to be truly recognized, recognized by the public, so that's not enough." Clark said, his expression serious for the first time, but his words But it made Bruce's heart sink.

Bruce leaned back in the chair calmly, his right hand resting on his lap seemingly leisurely.

"Sounds good," he replied.

A somewhat weird conversation ended in a hurry with Bruce's sloppy ending. At this time, the waiter who became extraordinarily considerate brought the dishes in time, breaking the awkward situation.

The lunch ended quickly in the silence of the two, Clark quickly left on the grounds of business, and Bruce also returned to his residence in the metropolis.

Bruce manipulated the machine skillfully, and freely called up the information bar of the tracker.After a few particularly metallic beeps, the computer quickly and keenly displayed the map and a red dot representing "S" that was moving rapidly.

The deep eyes of unknown meaning closely followed the flashing red dot, and Bruce reached out and pressed a button, and the screen quickly changed into a suspended video, showing a girl standing next to a big tree on the street.

The girl seemed to be crying, she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shrugged with the frequency of the crying in the video, and after a few seconds, when the girl almost put down her hand in despair, a positive figure flew from a distance. The small dot became larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, "S" was standing beside the girl.

He squatted down, as if he was comforting the crying partner. After a while, the girl gradually calmed down, and then he flew into the sky again and hugged a cat from the tree.It can be seen from the clear lens that it is a typical raccoon cat with exotic characteristics.

The girl found her lost pet and threw herself into the arms of "S" with great excitement

Bruce's pupils shrank for a moment because of his extreme concentration, but this did not prevent him from seeing a seemingly very normal movement - the girl gratefully stretched her arm behind "S"'s neck, and pressed it tightly for a while , before reaching back again.In the meantime, because the girl was holding the cat, it was inevitable that the side of the cat's rescuer's neck was in very intimate contact with the cat's neck hair for a while.

Bruce folded his hands, habitually resting his thumbs on his chin. He stared at the stagnant image, his eyes lingering on the face of "S". This expression has been maintained on his face for a long time.

That kind of expression is by no means the appearance of a discerning person after hearing or seeing some news, but it seems to be caused by doubts about what is happening and what he originally believed in.

Bruce's expression became unmistakably serious, and he pressed the comm button, and Alfred's face appeared in no time.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master Bruce?"

"Help me contact Fox, I need a plane, I need it to stand by over the Metropolis at night."

"Good sir." Alfred replied.

Bruce nodded and pressed another button, and the display instantly went black before Alfred could make a worried look.

Bruce sat alone in the room for a long time, and he kept his thinking posture motionless until the room became completely dark because of the loss of the sun's light source, then he stood up and put on his armor.

Everything is ready and the battle begins.

The author has something to say:

(*1) The old man disguised himself as a bat at the beginning because he wanted to turn himself into an incarnation, an invincible "god" in the eyes of the enemy, making Batman an invincible existence for people, and Superman wanted to make himself a light On the one hand, it encourages more people to resist crime and stay away from crime.

(*2) The coat is short and hard, with healthy, oily luster, and fits snugly to the body without being fluffy or messy.No thick fuzz.Except for the light yellow hairs on the abdomen and lower forehead, the hairs on the body are all three colors on one hair. For example, the hair in the brown part has black roots, light color in the middle, brown hair tip, and black hair part. Its roots are light-colored, the middle part is dark brown, and the hair tips are black.The brown tabby is recognized as the breed standard color. (From 360 Encyclopedia)

Regarding the matter of the civet cat, it is not our Su, but someone in the United States has indeed studied this breed of cat. In addition, it is difficult to find it in China, and it is probably even less in the United States, so using this breed here will make the master The accuracy of the judgment is greater. As for why the master knew about this—ah, why don’t you ask Da Chao? (Hello!)

Originally, I could post it yesterday, but the author of Yulip was very excited because it snowed in Hohhot, and then accidentally caught a cold and a fever... cough

And at the same time, I wish you a happy birthday~ But is it really good to celebrate your birthday as soon as you finish the supplementary lessons......QAQ