[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

An ordinary coffee table.

Two mugs filled with orange juice.

The small wooden chair facing the sofa in the living room.

Freya was sitting on the sofa, unconsciously grabbing the blue fabric that looked like IKEA style.Clark sat on the chair in a posture that seemed extremely awkward to her, the glass in his hand was a little crooked, and the orange juice tipped dangerously into a slope.It seems that from the very beginning, he was a little absent-minded.

Freya took a sip of her drink and looked around the small apartment.

Unexpectedly, unlike most single men, Clark's house was cleaned very well.

Everything was in order, the floors were mopped to shine, the windows were spotless, and the furniture was neatly arranged.From her perspective, she can see the corners of several rooms. There is a wooden basket with clothes hanging in the bathroom, a few pots of flowers that are still blooming in winter are placed on the edge of the small balcony, and a desk appears in Clark's bedroom. Inside, there are computers and high piles of manuscript paper on it.

She drank her own orange juice and put the empty mug on the coffee table.

With a soft noise, Clark came back to his senses, and immediately stood up to get another cup for her.

Freya was a little amused, obviously at his home, just now the two of them showed their differences almost at the same time, but Clark was embarrassed like a child who made a mistake.

She couldn't stand this pitiful scene anymore.

"Sit down, Clark," she said with a smile, "I'm a bit full. Where's Krypton? Why didn't you see Krypton?"

Clark felt like he'd been poked.

"He... he went out."

"He went out to play? You let Xiao Krypton go out to play by himself?" Freya asked in surprise.

"He can take care of himself," Clark said vaguely.

"Oh." Freya spit out a tone, not knowing what to say.

There was an awkward silence between them.

"So," Freya cleared her throat, "What happened just now... your speed is very fast."

Clark glanced at her. "Yeah, I mean, you're not bad either."

Freya almost laughed out loud, she stopped going around in circles, but said directly: "I am a superpower, Clark."

The latter breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and got out of the state of racking his brains to think of lines.

"Me...me too," Clark said, before quickly adding, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

This sentence is extremely sincere.

"If that's the case, then I also apologize to you." Freya said, "I guess our original intention is the same, we both want to live more freely in the community, but it doesn't mean that we don't really care about each other. Be friends, right?"

She played with a somewhat damaged thread on the cloth cover, and joked: "I never thought that I was so lucky. I lived in the same building with Captain America when I was in Washington, and lived with another superpower in the Metropolis." In the same unit. I really regret that I never thought of buying a lottery ticket before, otherwise I would be a billionaire by now.”

Clark bared his tiny canine teeth again.

He was laughing, but his tone was still a little cramped.

"I don't want to put you in danger, Freya, but I promise that one day I will tell you who I am."

"It's your choice," Freya replied. "No one has the right to force other people to tell each other their hidden identities. I'm just happy, Clark, maybe we can understand each other better in the future, and we are not alone. of."

A faint gloomy look flashed across Clark's eyes, as if he didn't think so, but he nodded anyway. "You're right, we're not alone."

They sat for a while, and Clark immediately brought up the incident in the restaurant.

"Why did you do that just now," he asked, "while in the restaurant."

"That waiter didn't make a mistake by accident, Clark." Freya sat up straight, and her expression became serious. "I'm afraid he knocked over the bottle on purpose. Before he walked by us , you were discussing something about Batman. At that time, I wanted to speak for him, but I immediately realized that it was wrong. There is a monitor in a vase five or six meters away from us. Someone wants to eavesdrop on our conversation. It may be that the restaurant owner wants to know which dish has the most favorable comments from customers.”

Clark was a little taken aback. "I didn't notice, Freya, I thought that vase was solid."

"What? Why?" Freya asked warily.

Clark thought about it carefully, and said slowly but firmly: "Because when I entered the door, it looked solid."

Freya gasped.

“Someone told me this guy was good at getting behind-the-scenes identities of people with superpowers,” she said. “Now I get it.”

"Who is it?" Clark asked.

"Lex Luthor," Freya smiled wryly, "maybe you know the name."

Clark showed a clear expression mixed with a bit of disgust and depression.

"Luthor," he said slowly, "yes, of course I know him. I've seen his speeches, and before him, I never knew there were so many people who wanted to kill Superman."

"That's a small minority," Freya said. "Superman is the most powerful of us, and the most representative of us. Anyone who wants to attack this group will definitely attack him first." What's more, Luthor has his own ideas and ambitions in addition to extreme humanism, and what he did is really not surprising."

Clark shifted uneasily.

"I know you are a fan of Superman, Clark." Freya looked at his expression, "Most people are grateful to Superman, especially us, he is a role model for some people, a belief for some people, and I am grateful to him Just respect."

"Really?" Clark's eyes lit up, "You respect Superman?"

Freya nodded.

Clark, whose curly hair was drooping a little, immediately cheered up.

"I..." He seemed to want to confide something, but in the end he murmured and didn't say it.

"Luthor is going to unite many forces to launch a plan. He will record all the weaknesses of Chaoying in order to improve the control system for everyone." Freya didn't care about his concealment, and now she told her The most important thing is to gather every strength, "We need more companions to join in, only in this way can we defeat his plot, at least we must take some precautions."

"I'll join." Clark said without hesitation, "No matter what Luther wants to do, the last thing he will do is to benefit me, and I will stand with you."

Freya felt warm in her heart, Clark had never let her down.

After the little reporter finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked, "You said earlier that you were preparing to defend Batman..."

"I concealed some facts from you earlier. I didn't meet him from afar. I had further contact and understanding with him. I'm sorry, Clark," Freya said apologetically, interrupting him. "But I can assure you that he didn't do it. The person who sent you the photo wanted to start a fight between you and the bat, and if you weren't the one he was looking for, you might as well have disclosed the news. Attacking Batman, if you're the one he's looking for, will start a fight between two superhumans. Luthor tried to lure Batman into hurting Superman earlier, and what puzzles me is what Luthor is doing Standards make people like us fight against each other."

Clark listened carefully, only showing a surprised expression for a moment. "Based on what I've heard, Batman and Iron Man are very close. He has never shown much strength beyond ordinary people, but uses external forces to achieve the purpose of enhancement. Although there may be some gaps in dealing with Superman, but His ability to walk in the darkness of Gotham is enough to show his resourcefulness and frequent means. I saw him when I went to Gotham. The bat is the embodiment of fear. He makes evil tremble. I don’t know in that What a face under the mask, but that doesn't mean it won't be a nightmare that wakes me up in the middle of the night. I trust you, Freya, but I'd rather see him one more time myself, and figure out the imprints What is going on."

Freya nodded.

"If you want, maybe I can lead you to meet," she said, "I trust him, and I trust you as well. At this critical moment, communication is far more important than blind hostility."

"As soon as possible." Clark agreed, "but we can't go to Gotham openly. If Luthor is suspicious of us, then he will pay attention to our whereabouts."

Freya understood.

"I'll get in touch with Batman."

There was a sudden vibration in her pocket, and she took out her phone.

Freya looked at the new text message, and said, "It's Steve, I told you that he is coming on a business trip, and by the way, he will give a speech at City University on Sunday. Tomorrow morning, the plane arrives at Metropolis at [-] o'clock. Airport, I will pick you up at that time. Clark, didn’t I say I would introduce Steve to you last time, why don’t we have dinner at my house tomorrow night?”

Clark agreed.

Freya typed back the text message and put down the phone.She looked Clark up and down for a while, and suddenly smiled: "However, you are a superpower, which explains a lot. I also bragged about your figure with Steve before, and told him that I was wrong in the past, not only A super soldier who has been injected with four times the serum can train to his level. Ordinary people can do this if they persist in exercising hard. As a result, I ran him for nothing. I feel sorry for the fitness men all over the world. Their hope Broke again."

The little reporter tried to suppress a burst of laughter, but he failed miserably.

"I've always wanted to get an arm like Thor's," he says, grinning, solemnly. "You have no idea how jealous I am every time I see him on TV."

"Thor is an alien man." Freya snorted, "Maybe he was born like this."

"Nonsense," Clark retorted.

Freya glared at him and changed the subject.

"Although Luthor didn't get a definite conclusion today, there are still traces of the behavior of the two of us. On the one hand, we must guard against it, and on the other hand, we must be prepared to expose our identities." Freya said, "But don't Too worried, Clark. Tomorrow you can talk to Steve, he was one of the first seniors who was brought to the stage, and he was under as much pressure as any of us. I used to be confused When I go to Steve, he always has a lot of good things to say."

"I don't think I can accept the exposure of my identity yet." Clark said tragically, "But, Rogers knows your identity?"

Freya got stuck.

"You can go in the name of an exclusive interview," she pretended to be calm, "The first big ingredient for a novice on the road, I will borrow flowers and present Buddha to give you a good start."