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Although the little reporter has tried his best to have a tone and appearance of "I don't mean anything else, I'm just talking casually", but obviously for the simple town boy, his acting skills are not very outstanding, at least It took Batman less than half a second to catch what he was saying.

——Bruce, Batman, are you green?

Batman felt that the chairman of the alliance should ask Green Arrow, who wears a green hat every day, instead of calling him.

Master Wayne glanced at Finch, who was still focusing on the monitor. Seeing that the image displayed on the screen was still normal for the time being, he simply turned around and entered the room, closed the door, and said in an extremely indifferent voice, "I know."

"What? You know Thea's dating someone else?" The little reporter's voice was full of shock, and he quickly reacted, "I mean, uh... I didn't know you guys broke up? Seriously, Bruce , you should be gentle with the girl..."

"Shut up, Clark," Batman couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted the little reporter with a dark face and a calm voice before he could finish, "we're fine. If your brain is not completely occupied by gossip, you should You can hear that I'm in Metropolis right now, and not far from you."

His tone was already quite blunt, but the always good-tempered Son of Krypton was obviously not angry—or perhaps, he had long been accustomed to his partner's bad temper.There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the little reporter's voice rang again quickly: "Yes Bruce, I found you. I'm sorry for what I just said. So... what happened Is something wrong?"

After finally being able to communicate normally again, Master Wayne roughly explained the whole story in the most concise language, and finally concluded: "The man next to her should be the culprit of these missing girls."

"Don't worry about not being able to come forward, Bruce, I will protect her for you." The little reporter quickly heard the implication of Mr. President's words, and immediately made a gentle but powerful promise, and then with a little The heartfelt blessing sighed, "I'm glad you have a kind girlfriend."

Mr. President gave a "hmm" with precious words, and he didn't know whether he was responding to his partner's promise or a blessing.

"Is she really an adult though? I mean... she looks really small..."

Master Wayne hung up the phone with a snap, and opened the door expressionlessly—when he stepped into the living room again, Master Wayne had already put on the dandy expression of Brucey's baby again, Just right with the worry and anxiety about the girlfriend.

……

The girl carrying the schoolbag followed the man across two streets, and finally couldn't help asking softly, "Where is it? Has it arrived yet?"

"It's right in front." The man unhurriedly stretched out his finger and pointed to the front, his tone was still unhurried, gentle and melodious.

But there was nothing in the direction he was pointing.

Not only the direction he was pointing, but it seemed to be getting more and more remote along the way. Not only were there no shops, even pedestrians were almost invisible.

"Let's go next time." The girl looked around, hesitated for a while, and was still a little scared. "It's very late, I have to go home."

The man seemed to sigh.

"I'm glad that you are finally alert. If a beautiful and lovely girl is not alert, it is really a dangerous thing." He turned his head and said softly.

The girl nodded: "Thank you for your reminder, I will remember."

"However, I have to tell you another regrettable thing." The man suddenly leaned over and reached out to grab the girl's wrist, "I'm only alert now, I'm afraid it's too late."

The girl struggled in horror, but she couldn't overcome the power gap brought about by the gender difference, and was easily crushed by the man to the trunk of a tree.

"Do you know the girls who disappeared recently?" The man leaned over and took a deep breath on the girl's neck, "You are the most beautiful and cutest among them."

The girl dodged instinctively but couldn't struggle, so she could only ask in horror: "What did you do to them?"

"Teach them things that grown-ups can do—although grown-ups are often extremely dirty." The man reached out and pinched a lock of the girl's curly hair, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, "You are really cute, I hope You can be so sweet in bed, and I hope...you can last longer than them. I seem to be a little bit reluctant all of a sudden. "

The girl frowned: "You killed them all?"

"I'm not a playful person," the man touched her face. "When the prey is still alive, I always put my heart into it."

"Your neck is so beautiful, it really fascinates me," he said, he had already lifted the hair on the girl's shoulders and wanted to lower his head to kiss the side of her neck, but suddenly froze for a moment, and then almost jumped into a rage, brushing from He took out a knife from his pocket, and almost without thinking, he pressed it against the girl's neck, "What is this?"

"Obviously," the girl sighed, her tone sounding a little helpless, "probably...a hickey?"

On the side of the girl's well-curved neck, there was a clear hickey.

The man became even more irritable immediately: "Who did it! Who is it!"

"Oh, I suddenly have a little understanding of his current mood." The man not far away put away his binoculars and loaded his gun. "Mr. President is indeed a bit outrageous."

Finch, who was sitting in front of the computer, subconsciously looked back at the person who should be condemned by his partner—the richest man in Gotham was staring at the man on the screen who had almost no distance from the girl at this moment, his face was frighteningly dark.

"It's almost over, little princess." The man's deep and sexy voice came from the earphone again.

"Understood..." Thea agreed, then raised her head to meet the man's furious face, and shrugged, "Of course it was left by my boyfriend."

As soon as the last word was spoken, the girl suddenly flipped her wrist, easily breaking free from the man's originally firm restraint, and then kicked his knee.

The man fell down immediately.

He was in a daze for a second, then quickly got up in a rage, and then he was stunned again: "You..."

"Usually I don't like to fight directly with others. You know, women's power is really difficult to take advantage of. This is not the most practical idea." The girl threw the small schoolbag on her back to the ground, and quickly Walking towards him, he punched him in the head, "But I have done well in fighting classes recently, and I have a little more confidence."

"You abducted those innocent little girls, raped them, imprisoned them, tortured them until they died," the girl stepped on the man's wrist, screaming at him as if she didn't hear him at all, just calmly asked, "To satisfy your twisted and morbid fascinations?"

……

When the best agent of the former CIA arrived, the girl was just sticking the dagger that belonged to the man into the ground near his face... The measure was really good, neither blood was drawn, but It seems that there is no distance from the skin.

The man fell to the ground under her stepping on his chest. It didn't look like there was any wound, but... for some reason, it looked like he was in extreme pain.

"Uh..." John glanced around, shrugged and called her, "Are you okay, little princess?"

"As you can see." Thea retracted her feet and turned to look at him.

The man in the suit pointed to the man paralyzed on the ground.

"You know I'm a doctor...well, a medical student," Thea spread her hands, "there are many places in the human body that hurt without bleeding—I guess you have to train for that too?"

John didn't answer directly, but just responded vaguely, and then reached out and touched his ear: "I take back what I just said, and now I seem to start to feel a little bit sympathetic to Mr. President."

Carter called the police in the metropolis, but Thea did not go back with John.

"My macaron broke." The girls carried their bags together, and looked at the crushed box on the ground with regret, "I want to buy some more."

"I'll pick you up," Baby Bruce said, "and then we'll go back to Gotham."

Thea nodded, and after saying goodbye to John, she looked up for a while before continuing to walk back.

A few minutes later, she stopped again and confirmed that there was no camera where she was standing. The girl reached out and took off the communicator in her ear and turned it off. Then she smiled and looked up at the sky behind her:

"Are you going to escort me to join Bruce?"

A blue figure appeared in the originally empty place, with a red cloak fluttering gently in the wind.

"He is very worried about you," the Kryptonian showed his trademark smile, "I often hear other people in the alliance mention you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Thea."

"Nice to meet you, Superman. But I guess he didn't say 'worry about me' himself," Thea blinked at him. "Batman always refuses to say anything honest, really. It's annoying, isn't it?"

Superman couldn't help but also laughed, and spread his hands helplessly: "But at least we all know that he is a good partner and advisor."

Thea let out a "huh" and said, "I think he should also be a good investor?"

The girl and the Kryptonian looked at each other and smiled.

"I can hear you," not far away, someone lowered the car window, knocked on the car window to make a little noise, and then continued with a blank expression when the two looked over there together, "Superman, if you If you don’t want to continue dating tonight, you can go to the watchtower to be on duty.”

"Uh..." The Kryptonian looked up at the sky, "Louis is still waiting for me, I have to go first."

Thea raised her head to look at the sky - the big blue figure was no longer there.

Master Wayne got out of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat: "It's time to go back to Gotham, Thea."

The girl trotted all the way over, stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's face, then sat in the car obediently: "Then let's go home, Bruce."

we... go home...

Master Wayne's somewhat cold expression seemed to soften a lot, and he nodded: "Go home."