When you have two sets of superheroes

Shirley is killing the time learning how to make donuts with the pastry chef.

Paul saw it as he passed by and asked, "Do you want to treat that boy to dinner?"

Shirley: "...No."

The person she wanted to invite was no longer available.

In the afternoon, Shirley was still sitting in the old position and using the computer, and Clark also came with the computer. He is writing manuscripts recently, and sitting at the desk is not as comfortable as the environment of the coffee shop, so he comes almost every day.

But, of course, it was also because Shirley's coffee shop was much cheaper than other places that he was able to support his extravagance.

"Want to try something new today?" Shirley winked at Clark and said with a little pride, "I made a very delicious milk tea and made donuts."

Clark nodded with a smile.

Paul brought them milk tea and donuts. Shirley was wondering why he, a barista, should work as a waiter, but he gave Clark a look and said with a smile: "Mr. These have been busy for a long time."

Shelly: "..."

Clark was at a loss, as if he didn't understand Paul's meaning, he only reacted after seeing Shirley staring at him, and blushed in embarrassment.

Paul put down his things and left. Shirley and Clark sat face to face, and the good chat became awkward because of Paul's words.She couldn't say to her face that these were not made for him, that would be too negative for her emotional intelligence.

After a long silence, Shirley could only hold back one sentence: "...Let's try it first, Clark."

Clark also only choked out two words: "Ah good."

The two bowed their heads to drink milk tea, Shirley glanced at the computer screen, and quickly raised a topic that could ease the atmosphere.

"Clark, did you see this Lex Luthor news?" Shirley turned the computer towards him.

This is a report about Lex Luthor's recent public speech against Superman. He believes that Superman is a threat to the world and all mankind. Alien races intervene—he calls it an "invasion," by the way.

And judging from Clark's expression, he knew it too.

"Oh... I see," he said dryly. "I thought... I thought Superman was just trying to help people in need as much as he could."

Apparently Superman was puzzled by Luthor's blatant targeting.

Shirley shrugged, "Luthor is a bit extreme."

Clark pursed his lips and asked, "What about you, what do you think?"

"Me?" Shirley thought for a while, "I can understand it to a certain extent. In fact, I would like to tell Superman, stop trusting humans so much."

Clark was taken aback, "Why, why?"

Shirley glanced at him, he is really a silly, white and sweet superman, fresh and refined without any affectation.

"Clark, animals are territorial, let alone humans." She said, "The police patrolling the road are equipped with guns. People can rest assured because they are bound by the law. If they do something wrong, they will get the punishment they deserve. And punishment. But Superman? No one can restrain him and supervise him, and no one can punish him for doing something wrong. Everything he does depends on his own cognition and three views, and he thinks it is right so he does it. Some things are easy to judge right from wrong, such as stealing, robbery, murder, but some things are blurred, especially when it comes to politics."

Shirley paused, and said softly, "Of course, these are superficial, and the deeper things come down to the word interests. But in this situation," she raised her chin towards the screen, "it's just that Superman hinders some people. gone."

[Those red eyes, I believe they can see through me, like I'm just a blinding thing.But what about when we look at Superman?I see the end, the end of our human potential, the end of all our achievements, the end of all our dreams. 】

【Superman is our nightmare. 】

"Clark, when all the wisdom and efforts of human beings, when all the money invested by the Ministry of National Defense and all the scientific and technological output becomes something that can be defeated in front of Superman..." Shirley said, her meaning darkened. "Then, he will become a target for many people."

"Of course, Luther said it nicely - to liberate mankind, but in fact I don't believe that an entrepreneur and politician like him would be so selfless. But so what, at least this is one of his banners, Whether it is true or not, as long as the flag stands and has enough appeal, it can become true."

Clark has been completely silent. He never thought that he just wanted to help those in need, but it would cause such a misunderstanding.He has also read Luthor's speech several times. He knows that Shirley is right, but let him guard against humans?Superman finds it hard, he grew up on Earth, he's always relegated himself to the normal category when he's not wearing that uniform, and humans are kind to him - at least for now.

1997: [Ding——a C-level task has been triggered, please find the kryptonite.After the task is completed, the reward points are 1000 points, 5000 units of general currency, superman character fragments x2, teleportation talisman paper x5. 】

Shirley lowered her head and drank her milk tea, and asked: [Xiao Jiu, what is the concept of 'find'? 】

1997 said: 【You have to see it with your own eyes. 】

Xue Li said thoughtfully: [That means...someone is looking for kryptonite, or even someone already has it. 】

1997 unanswered.

Shirley looked up at Superman who was absent-mindedly typing on the keyboard. She didn't know if he knew the news. Of course, the more important question was - did he know that he also had weaknesses.

Could it be Luthor who wants kryptonite...?

Shirley propped her chin in a daze. Luthor, who openly opposes Superman, is very likely. He is the chairman of the extremely wealthy Lex Group, as well as a politician and inventor. He is currently running for governor. As far as information channels are concerned, he is very suspicious.

Of course, other forces besides the metropolis are not ruled out.

"Uh...Shirley? This is..." Clark called her hesitantly. Shirley looked up and found that Xiao Ba lifted his front paws to grab Clark's seat, and was whimpering and wagging his tail.

"Oh my God, Xiao Ba, come down quickly." Shirley scolded in a low voice, Xiao Ba looked at Clark, and obediently ran to her feet and squatted down, "Sorry Clark, this is my dog, and I usually leave it alone. Strolling in the backyard, I don’t know why I ran out today.”

Shirley bent down and snorted Xiao Ba's neck. Xiao Ba is a mechanical dog, but he can understand human speech. He has never taken the initiative to get close to anyone other than Shirley. Today is...

"It likes you very much." The pseudo shit shovel officer said with complicated emotions.

"Oh, I love it too, it's cute," Clark said with a laugh.

Shirley patted its butt, and Xiaoba whined and ran towards Clark.

"Xue Li, I want to go out for a walk, do you want to go together? Maybe I can bring Xiao Ba."

Shirley nodded. It seemed that Clark was very annoyed by Luther's affairs. She smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll get the collar and leash."

The two took Xiaoba for a walk along the street. Shirley took the initiative to talk about what Superman helped that day. At the end, she said: "I heard that he would only come if he was called by Superman's name, but he suddenly appeared that day."

"Uh," Clark adjusted his glasses, "maybe just passing by, you know...Superman needs some fresh air too."

"I just didn't expect Superman to work overtime so late." Shirley said with a smile, she was still thinking about how to approach Lex for investigation, maybe it would be a good choice to go through Clark, she believed that he would also want to approach Luthor himself, And being a reporter would be much more convenient, "Clark, you don't seem to go to the newspaper office very often recently, what are you up to?"

"Character interview," Clark said. "About Bruce Wayne, but in trouble." He sighed with some distress.

Bruce Wayne...

Shirley blinked her eyes and said in a low voice, "It sounds familiar."

【Bruce, is that Wayne the same as you? 】

【yes. 】Bruce said, 【stark showed me the news pictures, they are exactly the same. 】

Shirley didn't think too much about it. Since Tony Stark from another world could somehow travel to China, it's not surprising that she met the same Bruce Wayne in the dungeon.

"It's not just familiar, Shirley, you must have seen him in various entertainment magazines." Clark said helplessly, "Maybe there are also financial newspapers. Although he doesn't do anything, he is the chairman of the Wayne Group after all. "

Shirley was curious: "What do you mean by not doing anything?"

"He is a rich second generation, the kind who eats, drinks, plays, and idles around." Clark said, "I made several interview appointments with him, but they were turned down with excuses." In fact, he was a little annoyed at Wayne's evasion, which he had agreed to but had no promises. Maybe the rich young master had such a willful temper. As an inconspicuous little reporter He was left alone to feel depressed.

"Hmm..." Shirley thought for a while, "What does Wayne like? Why don't you find a way to please him, and no matter what, you have to finish the task first."

"He likes, uh," Clark was silent for a while, "all kinds of good-looking girls."

The awkwardness in this sentence made Shirley burst out laughing, and she patted Clark's arm and said, "I'm not talking about such obvious preferences, Clark, I'm referring to more detailed things, For example, living habits? Food hobbies? Starting from these inconspicuous aspects is more impressive, after all, Wayne has never seen anything."

She shrugged, but said to Bruce: [I didn't expect you to be so bad. 】

【I dislike him. 】Brcuce said heavily, 【I hate Kent. 】

Shirley was a little surprised by his outright disgust, but she had a good impression of Superman, so she persuaded: [Don't be like this, Superman is very good. 】

Batman said stubbornly: [I hate him! 】

"He seems to like apple pie." Clark said with some confusion, this sentence attracted Shirley's attention, "I have also collected various information about him, and a local entertainment tabloid in Gotham wrote about Wayne I am keen to try all kinds of apple pies, but I can’t seem to find one that suits my taste, so I usually give up after a few bites.”

Shirley: "...what a strange hobby."

She raised her eyebrows and gave Clark a slightly sly smile, "But I can make apple pie, maybe you can try your luck. If he is really looking for a certain flavor of apple pie, he should be willing to try it , at least I will give you a few minutes to speak, it depends on how you want to persuade him in these few minutes."

"Really?" Clark opened his eyes slightly, a little moved, but felt embarrassed, "Will that bother you too much?"

"It's okay, the apple pie doesn't take much effort. I'll just make it and bring it to you." Shirley smiled briskly, "Call Wayne to make an appointment."

***Batcave***

"Sir, it's Mr. Kent calling."

Bruce frowned: "What Kent?"

"Clark Kent, a reporter from Metropolitan Planet Daily, came to make an appointment with you for an interview."

"Push it."

Alfred sighed, and said to Bruce, "Sir, you can't transfer your personal feelings about Superman to your business."

"Is this a business matter?" Bruce asked back, put the bat dart he was playing with in his hand back to its original position, and when he withdrew his hand, he rubbed against Rabbit who was sitting next to him, "It's nothing more than nothing."

Alfred looked at him calmly.

Ten seconds later.

Bruce: "...Okay, pick it up, just say I'm not here, and you make an appointment with him."

Alfred was on speakerphone.

Bruce hacked into the monitoring and inspected various areas of Gotham City on his own. It was still daytime and the streets were quiet.He browsed through it, and after confirming that there was no incident, he relaxed, and grabbed the Batboy sitting next to the computer in his hand.

Batboy has been washed clean, and it is no longer dusty. Bruce stroked Batboy's cloak with his fingers, and was about to put it back, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice suddenly appearing in the Batcave.

"No! Little Ba!"

Bruce turned his head sharply.

Afu was also stunned, his expression of shock was no better than that of Bruce, Bruce got up quickly and walked over, ignoring Afu's just saying that he was not there, and asked aloud: "Kent, who is next to you?" ?!"

His breathing was rapid, and his voice was more urgent than ever.