When you have two sets of superheroes

On the afternoon of the dinner party, Clark came to pick Shirley from her house.

Shirley opened the door for him and asked as she walked towards the kitchen, "What would you like to drink, fruit juice, coffee, milk tea or Coke?"

"Juice is fine, thank you."

Shirley poured him a glass of juice, looked back at his expression, and paused.

"What's the matter?" Clark suddenly became a little nervous, and straightened his clothes, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." Shirley laughed, "I dressed very nicely today."

Because it was a formal dinner, Clark also wore a suit. The navy blue shirt was covered with a dark gray suit jacket. The fit and tailoring set off his tall and strong figure. Compared with the previous small reporter's usual dress Look handsome and tall.

Shirley and Clark went to the living room and sat down and asked, "Clark, you saw the news, didn't you?"

In the morning, there were media reports that someone was making trouble in Superman Plaza and sprayed red paint on the Superman statue.It is reported that he used to be an employee of Bruce Wayne. He broke his legs in an accident and became disabled. Although the media did not say it clearly, everyone guessed that it probably happened during the Kryptonian war two years ago.

Later, the reporter interviewed several passers-by at random, including supporters and opponents. One of the women said indifferently, "Superman? I don't know what qualifications he has and why he judges a person's life and death."

This is probably the problem that superheroes must face. Since some people live because of their choices, some people will die because of their choices.

Shirley called him in a low voice: "Clark..."

Clark looked up at her. He did see the news. Of course, he didn't intend to tell Shirley. It was his own business, and he could just worry about it alone.What's more, Shirley has done enough for him, and he doesn't want to bother her with such things.

It's just... After knowing that Shirley was Nightingale and returning from Gotham that day, Clark carefully considered all the details, and then Batman's words kept echoing in his mind-he killed the person I like.

At that time, Batman's attitude towards Shirley in the playground was very strange. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was kind and docile, and Bruce Wayne also...

"Shirley," he whispered, "at the playground that day, the person Batman mentioned...was you?"

Shirley was at a loss for words for a while, she was silent for a while, she nodded, and then hurriedly said: "But am I fine now?"

Clark was not comforted, he shook his head, "Although I can't figure this out for the time being, but since Batman said that at the time, I don't think it's an oolong..." He smiled weakly at Shirley, " He really wants to kill me, I can feel it." Then he lowered his head again, holding the cup in his hands and said, "Look, if I'm not Superman, but your friend, knowing that you died in that kind of situation, I'm afraid I would... ..."

Shirley looked up at the ceiling, ah...it's this kind of philosophical question again.

"Carl..."

She sighed, walked over to sit beside him and held his hand. Superman's palm was broad and big, soaked cold by the glass of juice.

"Don't think about that, I'm here, I'm here, Clark." Shirley said softly, shaking his hand vigorously.She had said enough words of persuasion, she had already run out of talents, and now she could only comfort him like this.

"Yeah." Clark smiled, his clear sky blue eyes glowing with warmth, "Then let's go, it will be too late."

Luthor's private mansion is far away from the urban area—to be precise, it seems to be in the wilderness, with no people around. It looks like an old castle from the outside, but when you walk inside, you will find modern decoration. Not unlike any other mansion.

There was a red carpet outside the door, and when Clark got off the station at one end of the red carpet, Shirley was in a trance for a short time, and she walked to the door with Clark on her arm, and then some noise at the other end of the red carpet brought her back to her thoughts.

Shirley looked up and saw that Bruce Wayne was coming. He seemed to be a natural luminous body, and he had attracted countless attentions as soon as he opened the door.

Someone next to Shirley made a small exclamation, and another woman complained softly: "He doesn't have a female companion. I would have gone to ask him out if I knew it."

Her companion teased: "Come on, even if he doesn't have a female companion, it's not your turn."

Clark withdrew his eyes and held Shirley's hand, "Let's go in."

Shirley walked in with him obediently, while whispering to him, "Clark, were you surprised when you found out about that?" She remembered that Clark didn't think too highly of Bruce, the rich second generation. Evaluation.

Clark nodded helplessly, leaned closer to her and responded, "When I saw his face, I almost thought I was hallucinating."

Shirley chuckled secretly.

Not far away, after getting out of the car, Bruce buttoned up his suit, handled the flattery and flattery of others with ease but indifferently, but his eyes were firmly locked on the two people who were almost close together in front of him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the journalists and celebrities gathered around him from the corner of his eye, and did not catch up.

The banquet began soon, and after Luther's charity mobilization speech, everyone went to their own activities and visited the castle.Shirley had been using the clairvoyance ability all the time, and she could see that there was indeed something underground. When he was about to talk to Clark, he also lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "Wayne wears tiny headphones."

Knowing what he heard, Shirley raised her eyebrows, "There is a secret studio underground, Clark."

"I can't see it." Clark was a little surprised, he shook his head slightly, "The coating on the wall contains lead."

Shirley said: "So it's true that I have seen—"

"Shirley, Mr. Kent."

When Bruce stepped forward, Shirley stopped talking and greeted him politely.

Bruce and Clark looked at each other, and before they could speak, Luthor greeted him with a glass of champagne.

"Aha—Clark Kent from the Daily Planet and Wayne from Gotham!" He smiled warmly and shook hands with each of them. "Whoa, this—" He retracted his hand with a grin , and patted Clark on the shoulder friendly and intimately, "It's not a little strength."

Bruce glanced lightly at the frozen Clark, and Shirley quickly rescued him and said, "That's right, because reporters inevitably run around, so I often urge Clark to exercise."

Seeing Luther looking at her, Shirley rolled her eyes and said, "Hi Mr. Luther, I'm Shirley Sue."

"Ah, Miss Su, your beauty is really amazing."

Luther said to her eagerly, took Shirley's hand to shake with his, and kissed the back of her hand.

The temperature of his lips was icy cold, sticking to the back of his hand was like a cold and slippery snake crawling past, Shirley clenched her teeth tightly and managed to maintain a smile, "You are too famous." After withdrawing her hand, it hung stiffly on her body On both sides, Clark led him back again.

"But..." Luthor glanced over their intertwined hands, then looked at Bruce, and said with a smile, "I remember that Miss Su is your girlfriend, Mr. Wayne?"

All three of them were suffocated.

"Oh," Bruce shrugged, pretending to be frivolous, "Obviously, Miss Sue has a new love now."

"Did it happen out of anger?" Luther asked Shirley, showing regret, "Later, Mr. Wayne spent a lot of time looking for you, but you never heard from him again. This rascal is very sad. He laughed, turned his head and clinked glasses with a smiling Bruce.

"Because I returned to China later, and I lived there before I came to the United States." Shirley didn't change her face, and at the same time squeezed Clark's hand to calm him down, "Indeed, we did not break up peacefully. Mr. Wayne's private life ...you understand, so I just left."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a woman." Bruce said, like a tit-for-tat attitude, loose and dismissive.

Shirley's expression froze, as if she couldn't hold back, she hurriedly said excuse me and dragged Clark away. Just as she walked around the corner, she cursed, and the corner of Clark's mouth twitched.

After a while, Bruce also came over.

"I--"

"He's investigating you!" Shirley said in a low voice.

Bruce took a deep breath, pursed his lips and said, "Yes."

Although his private life attracts attention, he has always protected Shirley very well, and never let her appear in any entertainment newspaper. Luthor shouldn't know about her, let alone spend his energy investigating an idiot playboy rich second generation.

"Do you think he knows?" Clark asked Bruce.

Bruce didn't say anything, but his expression showed that he didn't think it was a good thing.Shirley rubbed her forehead, and decided to get down to business first: "There's a studio underground, something that Superman can't see—don't look at me like that, Wayne, I have clairvoyance, it's nothing."

Bruce: "..."

Well, it's nothing if you say nothing.

"I put something on the main computer server downstairs." Bruce said, his eyes darkening, "I believe there will be results soon."

The banquet was going on as usual, Shirley kept looking around, looking at the environment and people, among them a tall lady with honey skin attracted her attention.

"Diana Press, U.S. Department of Defense employee," Clark whispered to her, "I just heard that."

Shirley looked at the bag in her hand and squinted her eyes. If she read it correctly, there was something in it that didn't belong to her.

"Clark, I'm going to the bathroom."

She walked around the corridor according to the floor plan scanned by the system, took a shortcut to the door, and stopped Diana.

"Miss Prince." Shirley said, "I think... stealing other people's things is not something a goddess should do, what do you think?"

Diana Prince is the illegitimate daughter of Zeus, the king of the gods of Olympus, and the Amazon Queen of Paradise Island. She is also the princess and heir to the throne of the Amazons, an immortal and only female fighting nation.

The above is the introduction of the character card. Shirley was surprised when she first saw it. The Greek mythology is actually true. But now that there are even Superman, it is not unacceptable to have so many goddesses.

Diana frowned slightly: "This..."

"Ordinary human beings, you can call me Shirley." Shirley smiled, and raised her chin pointingly at her handbag, "Miss Prince, the things in your bag...my friend took a lot of trouble It took less effort to get it."

Diana looked at Shirley. She was tall and not much shorter than Clark and Bruce. Her healthy honey-colored skin and muscles contained strength and beauty. She was not the same as the goddess in the traditional concept, but more like a female warrior. .

She smiled, graceful and at ease, and said with a bit of reproach: "Boys just don't know how to share."

"Yeah, I think so too. It's too petty." Shirley sighed and winked at Diana. "Honey, why don't we make friends? In that thing," she winked at Diana's handbag , "There must be a password encryption, and Luthor specializes in high-tech, even if you get it, you may not be able to unlock it. If you want something, you might as well ask it, and see if I can help."

Diana hesitated for a moment. She pondered for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "That's fine. Shirley, I just want a photo. Luthor shouldn't have it."

Shirley nodded: "Okay, I have a coffee shop next to the Planet Daily, you can find me there."

"Thank you for your generosity," Diana said with a smile, and took out a lighter-shaped silver USB flash drive from her bag, "Although I don't think that gentleman will be a good person to discuss, but I think...you should treat him well." There is a way."

Shirley laughed, and when she took the USB flash drive, she gave the goddess a hug, "My God, I think I'm about to fall in love with you."

"To each other." Diana kissed her cheek lightly, and helped her pin the scattered hair to her ear, with a soft voice, "he's here, goodbye."

Diana passed her and walked out the door. Shirley touched her face and stopped Bruce who was hurrying over.

"she--"

"Here." Shirley put her arms around his waist, and slid the USB flash drive into his pocket secretly, "It's a bit embarrassing..." She raised her head, leaned over and kissed him with a smile on her face. With some triumphant and nasty teasing, he whispered a word in his ear, "Batman."

Bruce: "..."