When you have two sets of superheroes

Shirley sat on the fence of the roof of the Wayne Building and watched the scenery.

Someone fell behind her, Shirley heard the sound of the wind when the cloak fell, she didn't look back, but squinted and looked into the distance, shaking her legs boredly.

"You used to like sitting here too."

Batman said hoarsely, leaning slightly against the railing, standing beside her.

Shirley turned her head to look at the pointed cat ears on his head.

Batman: "...that's not cat ears."

Shirley laughed out loud.

But the smile didn't last long, she looked away and said, "But I don't remember anything."

Batman nodded, "I know."

Shirley leaned on the railing and rolled in. Batman turned sideways to face her. He was almost a head taller than Shirley, so she could only look up.

"Did you drive me away?" Shirley asked.

She first thought of this problem only in that novel, but after thinking about it, she felt that this also fit the character of Batman-although she didn't know Batman at all, it was just such an intuition.

Batman: "..."

"It seems that there is." Shirley said, but she didn't care too much, "It's okay, I won't show up like this again in the future, don't worry."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly Batman grabbed her arm.

"Nightingale, don't you want to ask me anything?"

Shirley looked at him holding her hand, was silent for a while with complicated emotions, and said, "What you said to Superman at night, are you referring to me?"

"Yes." Batman said bluntly and frankly, "and I know, Nine." He said the strange name inexperiencedly.

Shirley was startled all of a sudden, how well did she know Batman, how could he even know about Xiao Jiu? !

She broke free from Batman's grip and took two steps back warily.

Batman withdrew his hand calmly and asked, "Shouldn't I know?"

Shirley couldn't figure out how much he knew, and couldn't figure out how to answer, so she simply changed the subject and asked, "Where did you get your kryptonite?"

Batman asked without answering: "What is your relationship with Superman?"

The two stared at each other—to be precise, Batman was looking at her, and Shirley was staring at him. After a while, she smiled and said, "Well, let's be fair, and each person will answer a question."

fair?

Batman's face hidden under the mask showed a ridiculous expression. These two problems are not of the same magnitude at all, so how can it be fair to say.It's just that when he saw her looking upright again, but actually looking at him with the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, his eyes couldn't be cold and hard.

... Anyway, I finally saw her again.

"Okay." Batman nodded, and said first, "Lex Luthor, pay attention to him, his targeting of Superman is already very obvious."

He didn't say anything substantive, but Xue Li understood the meaning of the words, and asked with a bit of ridicule: "You robbed his things?"

Batman remained calm: "It's just that he got it before him."

How can the matter of superheroes be called robbery?

He said, "It's your turn."

"Oh." Shirley curled her lips, "It's nothing, just friends."

Batman turned over the old score: "You protect him."

Shirley's eyes widened: "That's why you want to kill him!"

"I never kill," Batman said. "All Gotham knows."

Shelly: "..."

You have said everything, how can you be so patient?

"Nightingale, Superman never came to Gotham before." Batman said inexplicably, the crescent moon in the sky was covered by clouds, and the dark figure was hidden in the night, only showing a faint shadow.

"Who knows, his ears can hear everything, and whether he comes or not depends on his own will." Shirley snorted softly, "If you want to know who he is, check it yourself, I don't know anything."

Batman narrowed his eyes: "Then it seems that you know."

Shirley didn't expect to be able to hide it from him for long, so she replied with a harmless sentence: "Whatever you say, I'm leaving, goodbye." When she was about to leave, she remembered something and pulled out a bat from her waist. Dart, "By the way, return your things to you."

Batman didn't answer, he took a few steps forward, shortening the distance between himself and Shirley again.He was tall, and at this time he was backlit, almost covering Shirley in the shadow.

"You never gave me these things back before."

Shirley raised her eyebrows. There was a bat dart in her backpack. She thought it belonged to Bruce and ignored it, but now it seems... it should belong to Bruce?

She threw a dart, and the sharp corners of the bat wings rubbed against the ground until they were deeply embedded. Shirley didn't look at him anymore, and teleported away.

Batman bent down and picked up the Batarang.

"Master?" Afu's voice came from the earphone.

"is her."

Batman whispered, his fingers lightly brushing the scratched marks on the dart, and put it away carefully.

"It's really...it's still exactly the same as before."

It was past two o'clock when Shirley returned to the hotel room, so sleepy she put on her pajamas and fell asleep.The next morning Clark had an interview with Wayne, Shirley didn't plan to go, he had agreed to go by himself, but someone knocked on the door early in the morning, Shirley struggled to open the door, but what she saw was dressed Bruce, in a crisp suit and neatly waiting for her to open the door.

"What?" she asked sleepily.

"I invite you to have breakfast together."

"Clark is on the opposite side, just invite him." Shirley was about to close the door, but Bruce blocked the door and said, "He will go, why don't you come with me?"

Shirley dozed off from sleepiness, leaned against the door frame and nodded irrelevantly, "Then you go ask him first."

Bruce then turned around and knocked on Clark's door. Shirley yawned halfway and suddenly thought of Clark's neck being scratched by Batman. Went in and gave him a big hug, "Good morning Clark!!"

It was still early, and Clark, who had just woken up in a daze, was knocked back a few steps by her pounce. Shirley hugged his neck and kicked the door with her right leg, before letting him go and falling to the ground.

Clark's face was blank, and it took a few seconds for him to slowly come back to his senses. He blushed in embarrassment, and stammered, "Morning, early——"

Shirley pulled him inside, lowered her voice and asked, "How early, is your injury healed?"

Clark was taken aback, and belatedly realized what Xue Li was anxious for. He raised his hand and tore off the gauze. Xue Li frowned when she saw it, and said, "The scar is still there."

Clark said, "Maybe a little bit of sun would be better."

"He's just outside, there's no time." Shirley said, "What clothes did you bring, let me see."

The scar was above the collarbone and below the throat. After the shirt was put on, the buttons on the neck could barely cover it, and then the tie was tied and the neckline was tied up, so it was basically invisible.

Shirley helped Clark tie his tie, and pinched the tie to tighten the neckline. Clark raised his neck uncomfortably and coughed.

Xue Li was puzzled, "Is it okay, is it so tight?"

Clark looked at her. Shirley was only wearing a nightgown. As soon as he lowered his head, he immediately realized something and looked up at the ceiling quickly, blushing and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Shirley then loosened it for him again, "That's it, but you have to remember not to pull the tie casually." She walked around Clark, making sure that no clues could be seen from all angles before she nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, that's fine, let's go out."

Shirley knew that it was only a matter of time before Batman found out who Superman was, but even so, she didn't want the news to leak from her.

Bruce leaned against the wall outside the door and waited for about ten minutes. When he opened the door again, he saw a neatly dressed Clark, who stiffened subtly when he straightened up, and then smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Kent."

"...good morning, Mr. Wayne."

Shirley rushed back to her room and said to them, "Then you go down first, and I'll be right after I wash up."

She has always moved very quickly. After washing her face and changing clothes, she can go downstairs after simply putting on light makeup. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she saw Clark and Bruce sitting face to face, chatting with each other.

Shirley walked over, and the two got up at the same time. Bruce pulled away the chair beside him first, and Shirley sat down and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, it's only been a while." Clark said with a smile, rang the bell to call the waiter to serve the meal, and asked, "Mr. Wayne, where are you planning to interview today?"

"Just here." Bruce said, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly, "I'll have someone rent this place out later."

Shirley ate a sandwich and asked, "Is Wayne Manor bad?"

Bruce pushed the juice towards her, showed a charming smile, and said, "If you are also willing to go together, Wayne Manor is naturally better."

Bruce looked at her with his head propped on his right hand, and he had to say that he really had an excellent face, with deep and handsome features, and at this moment, reflecting the sunlight outside the window, he looked even more handsome like a god.His sitting posture is not as straight as Clark's, and he has always been unruly, but he has a chic and luxurious style, and his temperament is natural, not at all artificial.

Shirley put down the sandwich blankly, stared at Clark's face for a while and calmed down.

Clark: "?"

After breakfast, it was time for them to interview. Shirley didn't want to listen in, and walked the streets alone. Bruce sent a driver and bodyguard to follow.

It’s just that things like shopping can get boring after more times, and Shirley doesn’t have much fun by herself. After buying some skin care products and skirts, she went to the hanging crane machine on the first floor and exchanged two hundred A game currency is slowly playing.

It wasn't until the last two claw machines were almost empty that Shirley returned to the hotel with a paper bag of dolls. Bruce had already left, and only Clark was still sitting in the restaurant typing on the keyboard and writing.

Shirley walked over with big bags and sat down opposite him, and asked, "How is it? There are still many things to talk about today?"

Clark looked at her from behind the screen and sighed exhaustedly.

Clark, who is full-time Superman and part-time Earthman, failed to completely separate the two personalities of Bruce and Batman-just like Shirley at the beginning, how awkward it looks; and from another aspect, the sense of justice The extremely strong Superman has never been able to ignore Batman's words - he killed the person I like.

Superman was always depressed, this was the first time he was accused face to face, and it was indeed his fault, he couldn't deny it, let alone deceive himself.

"Shirley..."

Seeing his expression, Shirley knew what was wrong, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the room and talk in another place."

The two returned to the room, Shirley opened the balcony door and curtains to ventilate, and sat on the single sofa opposite Clark.

"You're still young, Clark, no matter in terms of your own age or the number of years to become Superman." She said softly, "You have to know that once you are Superman for a day, this kind of thing will be impossible to avoid in the future. I know This is uncomfortable, but you have to get through it, the past has passed, and the future, as long as you work hard enough, there is still room for avoiding and turning around."

Clark looked at her, Shirley looked calm, and his amber eyes were bright and soft. He pursed his lips, held up a smile, and said, "You can see clearly, and you seem to have more experience than me."

Shirley thought for a while, and said, "Probably because...you are not the first person I met, who always likes to put the responsibility on his shoulders." She smiled, grabbed a doll and held it in her hand Rubbing, "Actually, even if I don't say it, you always understand it, but it's more uncomfortable to be a player in the game. What's more, that's all I can do. In the end, I can only get out on your own."

"I know. But thank you, Shirley, you have been helping me since the day we met." Clark said earnestly, the haze gradually faded from the blue eyes of the clear sky, and the warm yellow lights above his head diffused Warmth, revived.

He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, took out a small gift box from his suit jacket and handed it to her, "By the way, Mr. Wayne asked me to give you something, saying it was a gift for you."

Shirley's eyelids twitched: "He gave me a gift? I entrust you to pass it on?"

Clark nodded, a little puzzled by her sudden seriousness, and said, "He said it was custom-made, but it was sent here temporarily, and you had already left by then. What, what's wrong?" He also became nervous.

Shirley stretched out her hand, and Clark put the box in her palm in a daze.

This is a dark blue velvet gift box with a boxy shape. It probably contains a watch, bracelet or earrings. It is very expensive at first glance.

Shirley unpacked the gift box, and there was a diamond watch inside. She took the watch off the cushion, and there was nothing else in the box.Shirley threw away the box, held the cushion in her hand and squeezed it up inch by inch, finally finding something wrong.

She roughly ripped open the upholstery and found a bug inside.

Superman: "..."

The author has something to say: the so-called fair one-person-one-question between Nightingale and Bat is almost equivalent to——

Nightingale: "Tell me the correct answer to this question."

Master: "Tell me how many options there are for this question."

*cup noodles in the title = batman

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