When you have two sets of superheroes

"Kent, who is next to you?!"

Clark paused, looking at Shirley who told Xiao Ba not to mow the grass.

Shirley tightened the leash and dragged Xiao Ba back. Seeing that Clark didn't speak and only looked at her, she was taken aback, thinking that something was wrong, and lowered her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Clark shook his head and said cautiously: "What do you want?"

Bruce didn't answer, but said almost commandingly, "Tell me who she is."

Clark felt that this person was simply unreasonable. Could it be possible to make an appointment even by hearing a voice on the phone?

He frowned and said, "Mr. Wayne, I'm here to discuss interview matters with you, you—"

"Kent," Bruce interrupted impatiently, "I'll say it one last time, tell me who she is, or there's no discussion."

He was so arrogant and unreasonable, even if he had a good temper, Clark turned cold and said, "Mr. Wayne, you are going too far."

Shirley was stunned to realize that he seemed to be angry. She pulled Xiao Ba over and whispered, "Clark, calm down, you still have an interview."

Clark put down the phone and covered the receiver, and said to her, "Wayne asked me who you are."

"Huh?" Shirley was surprised, "Wayne? I don't know him, what's the matter?"

"He didn't say anything." Clark said, insisting on his bottom line, "It's okay Shirley, you don't need to talk to him."

Shirley blinked and reached out to him: "Give me the phone, since he wants to find me."

Clark hesitated: "But..."

"It's okay, just say a few words." Shirley picked up Clark's cell phone, "Hello, Mr. Wayne, I'm Shirley Sue, Clark's friend."

"Sherry?"

Bruce's voice was so soft that it seemed that it would disappear into the air in the next second.

He seemed to know her.

Shirley said, "Yes, what's the matter with you?"

"You..." Bruce asked, taking a deep breath, "Do you want to come to Gotham?"

Shirley: "... Huh?"

"Kent is here for an exclusive interview. You can come with him as a tourist. I will entertain you and take care of all your expenses." Bruce said quickly, sounding a little nervous.

"Uh..." Shirley pursed her lips and said, "So you agreed to this interview?"

"Yes, I will let my assistant inform him of the specific time."

Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, thank you very much."

"Sherry."

Clark raised his hand to stop her in disapproval. Superman's super hearing allowed him to hear everything. To be honest, he was even angrier, and at the same time felt guilty for Shirley. He shouldn't have involved her. People like Wayne are really not What is worth reaching out to.

He said: "You don't need to worry about him, I will find a way by myself."

Shirley shook her head at Clark, mouthing: "It's okay." Then she said to Bruce, "I'll go together, goodbye, Mr. Wayne." She hung up and returned the phone to Clark.

Clark looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Don't be so nervous," Shirley said with a smile, her soft brown hair lay on her shoulders, shining golden in the sun, "Wayne is not a man-eating monster."

Clark was worried, not just because of Bruce Wayne, but because Gotham was such a dangerous place.For this reason, he told Shirley more than once that she could call Superman if she was in danger.

"Will Superman go to Gotham too?"

"Yes." Clark said seriously, "If you call him, he will go."

Shirley nodded, and she'd call if necessary, though she had a hunch that it would be a disaster if Superman went to Gotham.

On the day they arrived in Gotham, someone came to pick them up. It was the housekeeper of the Wayne family, Alfred Pennyworth. He was dressed in a neat black suit. Although his hair was gray, he was still hale and hearty, and he looked very energetic.

"Mr. Kent, Miss Shirley, hello, please follow me to Wayne Manor, the master will be interviewed at the manor." Afu politely bowed slightly, Shirley was startled by the old man's sudden salute, and immediately took a step back He also bent down.

This familiar move made the old man smile slightly, his eyes becoming more gentle.

"Give me the luggage, Miss Shirley, please."

"I--"

"It's okay, I can carry it for her." Clark said, pulling Shirley's suitcase by hand.

Afu didn't force it, and obediently withdrew his hand and put it on his waist, making a gesture of invitation with his left hand.

"Let's go." Clark turned his head and smiled at Shirley, turned slightly and raised his hand to help her block the extra crowded crowd at the airport. Shirley also raised her head and gave him a smile.

Aff: "..."

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Today was a formal occasion, and Clark also wore a suit. Although it was only a basic style, it was much better than his previous plaid shirt and camel jacket. It seemed that he was tall and straight, even if he faced Bruce Wayne head-on.

The three introduced each other, and Shirley could feel that Bruce's gaze had been on her all the time, perhaps because of his status as a playboy, and his attention to her was undisguised and unscrupulous.

After chatting for a while, Bruce and Clark went to interview. Shirley was visiting the house. Aff asked her if she wanted to ride a horse. Shirley opened her eyes and said, "There are still horses here?"

"Yes." Afu said with a smile, "It's just outside, I'll take you there."

Alfred led a brown horse out, and when the little guy saw Shirley, he pawed happily and leaned his head on her palm.

"So cute." Shirley praised, stroked its mane like a child, and played with it for a while before stepping on the stirrups to sit on it. This is what she must do before getting in touch with animals— - Build connections with each other.

The horse let out a snort and began to walk slowly.

[Bruce, are you familiar with this place? 】

【unfamiliar. 】Bruce said indifferently,【I don't remember anything, except you. 】

【Hmm...】 Shirley thought about it, 【Then do you think this Bruce is Batman? 】

【yes. ] Bruce answered this question quite simply.

Shirley didn't speak any more. She rode the horse for a slow walk, and then ran for a while and saw Clark and Wayne come out. She looked at the expressions of the two, um... Clark still remained expressionless. , Bruce still has the same frivolous and undisciplined smile, but it doesn't lose half of his handsomeness.

Shirley was about to walk over, but suddenly heard Bruce say: [Sister, I am me and he is him, we are not alone. 】His voice has always been calm, without ups and downs, but at this moment, there is a subtle sullenness that makes him sink,【You don't think of me as him, let alone him as me. 】

The sudden series of words stunned Shirley. When he came back to his senses, Bruce was already standing in front of her. He looked up at her, the sunlight was cut by the overlapping leaves, and fell into the place through the gap. In the steel-blue eyes, there was a clear and soft light.

"I'll help you down." He looked at her with a smile, an indescribably gentle gentleman.

Shirley hesitated, handed him her hand, and jumped off the horse with Bruce's strength.

"Thank you, is the interview going well?"

"It's going very well," Bruce said, "but there's a lot of content—you know, we can talk very well. So maybe we can't finish it today, so let's stay for a few more days."

Very... able to talk?

Shirley looked at Clark, Superman was looking at 'what the fuck are you talking about' - the abbreviation is whatthefu.ck's expression, she couldn't help laughing, and called him: "Clark, can we go?"

Clark said with a wooden face, "Anytime."

Bruce said: "You can live in the manor, just right, it's almost dinner time."

At first, Shirley didn't understand the logical relationship between approaching dinner time and living in the manor. After thinking about it, she still didn't understand. She glanced at Clark again, and the other party was also confused by the magical logic in Bruce's words. The corners of his mouth twitched.

The chemical reaction between the two was really interesting, and Shirley couldn't help but want to laugh again. She managed to hold her expression and declined politely: "Thank you for the invitation, but we have already booked the hotel."

Bruce shrugged indifferently and said, "Oh, yes, I know, Wayne Hotel, I can refund your deposit."

Shelly: "..."

I almost forgot that the surname Wayne is like a snake in Gotham.

"It's really unnecessary," she said with a smile, pulling her hand out of Bruce's slightly clasped hand, "I'll see you later, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce didn't force him to stay, he sent a car to take Shirley and Clark away, and Afu stood beside him.

The two watched the car go away together. Bruce's eyes gradually filled with complex emotions like a thick fog. He rubbed his fingertips irritably and said, "Afu?"

"I've put away the cup that Miss Shirley used, sir." Afu knew what he was thinking, and said without waiting to ask, "You can compare DNA at any time."

The car gradually disappeared into the cascading jungle, Bruce took a deep breath, the cold air stimulated his lungs, and made him feel a bit of a tingling tremor besides a little pain.

"Get tested right away, Aff."

In the car that was driving smoothly, Clark frowned, turned and looked back in the direction of Wayne Manor.

"Clark?" Shirley turned her head to look at him, "What's wrong, did something fall?"

"...No, it's nothing." Clark hesitated for a while, but still shook his head, but his brows were still tightly frowned because of the two short conversations between master and servant Wayne.

They found a place to have dinner, and then went shopping. This was suggested by Clark. He wanted to buy a gift for Shirley, but he had no such experience before, and he didn't know what to buy, let alone where to start. , so I hope to draw some inspiration from the process of shopping.

But he is destined to be disappointed. Shirley is not interested in clothes, jewelry, cosmetics and other things. She prefers some small games, such as claw machines and items in the amusement park. It's just that the amusement park is good, but she hates it The clown was here, so when Shirley was suddenly startled by a white and fat clown approaching her, she reacted extremely violently and jumped up and hid to the side. Clark's first reaction was to protect her, but when he saw her The frightened subject froze for a moment, looked at the clown and then at Shirley, with a dazed expression on his face.

The clown covered his mouth with a sad face, turned his head away and let out a whimpering sound, but the right hand holding the balloon was still stretched out towards Shirley, as if he favored her.

But Shirley still cats.

The clown made a slender sobbing sound, waved his hands and feet in a very girlish, but fat clown's comical gesture, and said, "please..."

Clark laughed out loud almost immediately, Shirley poked her head out from behind him in embarrassment, whispered sorry, stretched out two fingers and pinched the thread hanging from the balloon on the clown's hand.

Clark was still laughing after the clown left, Shirley glared at him angrily, Clark barely stopped smiling, raised his hands in surrender, and apologized obediently, "Sorry, my fault, I shouldn't have laughed at you. "

"I don't like the clown's pale face," Shirley curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "there are also red lips, a ball on the nose, green hair..." She trembled, she couldn't stand just thinking about it , unless she can hold a knife in her hand.

"Then let's look elsewhere," Clark said, changing the subject abruptly. "There seems to be a turntable over there, which is used for ferrules. Let's go there."

"it is good."

Shirley was pulling the balloon, which was an ordinary hydrogen balloon, made in the shape of a pink rabbit with long ears.But she was holding and pulling, and as the rabbit balloon fluttered back in the breeze, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and frowned and looked up at it.

"What's wrong?" Clark slowed down.

"Clark, I feel..."

Not quite right.

Before she finished speaking, she was about to pull the rope to take down the balloon to have a look, when the balloon floating in the air suddenly exploded, Shirley was startled, before she could take a closer look, she was pulled over by Clark. The big one staggered her into Clark, but it felt as hard as hitting a rock, and Shirley felt like she was about to have a concussion.She rested her head in a daze, and the next second she heard the sound of balloons bursting in the amusement park one after another.

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