Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

"What does that contorted expression of yours mean?"

Clark couldn't help expressing doubts about Lucy's tangled expression.

Lucy wiped off the soup on her body, and explained vaguely: "It's just that I'm a little surprised to hear this name, I don't think it's suitable for living. Why did you choose this place, this place is full of mental illness, it's simply A hell's kitchen ten thousand times darker."

Clark shrugged: "It sounds like you are familiar with it."

"Look at those news!" Lucy roared dejectedly, screaming strangely, "clowns, penguins, scarecrows, what are these things? Gotham is a place that looks like Halloween 360 days a year, where they None of the villains in the movie have a purpose to do evil, they just... like, enjoy... probably most of them have mental problems."

"But there's Batman there," Clark whispered suddenly.

Lucy almost spit again.

Clarke's expression carried that kind of shocking fanaticism: "Can you imagine, in such a dirt-filled, muddy place, there is a hero like Batman, he is really a ray of light in Gotham."

Lucy had an expression that wanted to talk but was hard to talk about: "...are we talking about Batman?"

Now she finally knows how the fan filter works, but the time, place, and character are all wrong. It's Batman, Superman, wake up, she couldn't help shaking Clark's shoulder and shouting: "Stop talking Already! You! Already! OOC!"

"...The more dangerous the place, the more admirable the heroes born." Clarke's voice seemed to echo in Lucy's ears dimly through a layer of glass, "When you think that this place is beyond salvation, When it should be rotten, his appearance will give people hope. Yes, hope."

...That's your proper name, you know, Superman?

"People know that they can be saved, and taking it back evokes the kindness and heroism in people's hearts."

Dude, but we're talking about Gotham.

"Batman will walk into their hearts. This is the most important thing. He re-puts the ruler of justice into people's psychology. When people see those injustices, they will fight back and maintain justice instead of numb laissez-faire. Everything happens."

Lucy patted Clark on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I think it's right for you to go to Gotham. You really should experience the simple folk customs there."

Clark: "...?"

While Lucy doesn't have a problem with Clark's yearning for Gotham, she still doesn't quite understand why Clark would abandon Metropolis, where he has a steady job and seems like he's at home, but... oh.

Lucy looked at Clark's old sweater and suddenly understood. A wave of sadness hit her heart. Clark didn't trust her to keep his identity a secret. He didn't trust humans, or rather, he didn't trust anyone except his own. family.

"You don't really want to go to Gotham, you just want to disappear, right?" Lucy finally asked, and Clark's hands shaking when he went to get the chili sauce, the sauce bottle fell on the table, and he let out an embarrassing sound sound.

This was confirmed, and Lucy felt aggrieved: "I'm a person who is very good at keeping secrets." Lucy made a gesture of locking her mouth, and began to lie seriously, "Look, I'm a mutant. Nobody knows."

Clark's eyes dodged, and he seemed to feel a little guilty about hurting Lucy: "I'm just... very careful about exposing my identity, and there must be no mistakes."

He paused for a few seconds, as if adjusting his mood, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

"Did I tell you my father died protecting my identity?"

Lucy looked up in surprise.

Clark was caught in a flashback. His memories were far less optimistic and sunny than he seemed, and they contained many painful episodes. Anxiety and grief were stirring him, and Lucy couldn't help but want him to stop. .

"I couldn't control my abilities when I was very young. My father took great pains to hide them. He and my mother, always taught me how to control them. I destroyed countless barns, and fields. , I’ve had more rooms redone than patches on my clothes.”

"I had a kitten, but when I touched it, I accidentally broke its spine. It was so delicate... like a human. I shouldn't have touched it."

"My father, who was missing in a tornado, I think he died."

Clark held his glass and caught his breath.

"When the tornado hit we got to a safe place, but my dad went back to save people, he rescued a mother and child, but his leg was stuck in the car, I could have... I have super speed, I can Fei, I could have easily rescued him, but he chose to leave me in exchange for the secret of my identity."

With a "snap", the glass shattered in Clark's hand. The waiter hurried over when he heard the sound, and asked worriedly if he needed ointment and a Band-Aid. Clark opened his palm, and there was no scar there.The waiter picked up the broken glass, and after leaving, Clark smiled wryly at Lucy: "Look, I can't even do such a small thing as holding a cup."

A part of Lucy's heart began to ache, and she helped Clark wipe off the water stains on his hands: "If you want to keep your secret completely, you should live in a barn all your life, but that's impossible, Clark, you were forced to Humans are raised in human ways, and embracing humans is your... your instinct, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"But I can't control the use of my abilities."

"Magneto has the ability to manipulate metal, but I haven't seen him smelting scrap iron all over the world?"

"That's different. They have ethnic groups. They have completely isolated themselves from ordinary humans and established a utopia of mutants. I really can't help but want to say a few more words when I mention this. You know, when I was a child I also ran away and wanted to go to Professor X to let him take me in. I really thought I was a mutant for a while, but then my father drove all night and found me on the road, and then showed me and sent me to I have to accept the fact that I am an alien in frustration." Clark was really amused by his stupid self when he was a child, but when he thought of those things later, the smile was on his face again disappear.

"I used my ability to help human beings, once or twice, but what I saw in the news reports later, people were not discussing the faults that should be pursued after the disaster happened, not the joy after how many people were rescued, they were discussing Who was the monster who rescued them, why he could lift a hundred tons of steel, why he was drenched in oil and set ablaze unscathed, who was he, was he a threat, why did he save Humanity……"

Clark clenched his fist, controlled the anger of smashing the table, and just smashed it lightly, but it also made a lot of noise: "Why should I save mankind? I was born in Kansas!"

They had made enough noise at this table that everyone thought they were a couple who were breaking up, and Lucy checked out before the boss actually chased them away, and she saw that the boss seemed to relax as they left. tone.

Lucy and Clark stood pitifully on the windy New York street, and Lucy jumped up and down on the curb.Thinking back to those words just now, she suddenly felt Clark's helplessness. It was hard to imagine how hesitant and lonely the heart of the most powerful man in the world was hidden under his steel body.

Clark was not ready to appear in public as Superman.And human beings... There are some human beings, even if you give them a lifetime, they will not be able to accept an alien shuttle back and forth among human beings.

Lucy dispelled the haze in her heart. No one can ask Clark to use his ability to save others. Heroes with superhuman strength are always burdened with burdens that do not belong to them.Although it is said that with great power comes great responsibility, but no one has ever asked them if they are willing to take responsibility.

Whether you are strong or weak, you should always have the right to choose.

"I understand." Lucy raised a smile that was enough to dispel the darkness, "Next you will leave the metropolis and embark on a long journey, but you need some equipment."

They showed up on every floor of Macy's, sweeping up nearly every store.Clark was carrying about a dozen bags and a small suitcase in his hands. When they came out of Macy's, Clark felt that even though he was very strong, those bags and suitcases were still like some cumbersome things. Pulling his arms down, he felt that he would become a useless person if he continued to stroll around.

But Lucy was still so enthusiastic about buying clothes for him to travel. Clark found a seat and sat down, and his eyes drifted to Lucy involuntarily. She not only bought him new equipment, but also rebuilt it for herself. Picking out a woolen skirt, a linen shirt and a soft scarf, she looks casual and steady, with youthful vigor in her maturity. His eyes can't help but slide down her winding curves, under her slender calves... Omg she was wearing high heels.

How on earth do women manage to shop in high heels for two hours straight?

Lucy knocked Clark on the head: "Don't be dazed, big man, we have to go to the last tailor shop."

What, another one?

Clark couldn't help whimpering.

They stopped in front of a tailor shop in Brooklyn, and Lucy took out a windbreaker from her pocket and put it over Clark's sweater to prevent them from being chased out by the shop assistants and shop owners as soon as they entered.

This is the tailor shop recommended by Tony Stark. It is definitely the best tailoring and design in New York. Pepper once recommended this shop to Tony. He did it according to the size and style, but he was almost blacklisted. The owner of the shop solemnly stated that he would never copy other people's ready-made clothes. loyal customers.

Many celebrities also make clothes here, and even Matthew has heard the name of this store.

When walking into this store, Lucy was attracted by its quaint atmosphere. It itself has a soft and firm atmosphere. There is no one in the store. It is so quiet that Lucy dare not wear it. She brought Clark in, and gently closed the door. The red velvet curtain moved slightly behind, and a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses came out. He was wearing a dark blue smooth vest and a matching suit. Pants, dignified and elegant, the hair is neatly combed on both sides of the hairline, but there is a scar on the forehead, but it is well hidden in the hair.

"What can I do for you?" The shopkeeper looked at the two of them very gently.

"We're going to buy a suit, the formal one, and you won't be kicked out when you go in and out of some occasions." Lucy lifted a corner of the windbreaker, revealing the ugly sweater inside.

The owner's self-cultivation did not allow him to have any doubts about the taste of the customer in front of him. He carefully observed Clark's figure: "A suit is the armor of a modern gentleman. I think I will find a suit for you. Maybe you can Try the style first, and I will personally adjust the size for you."

A fitting room was opened, and a man came out of it. He was not young, but the gray hair mixed between his temples made him look like a real mature man. He was wearing a black suit and a gray vest. Wearing a striped tie, he tugged at the knot, his eyes flickering toward Lucy.

With a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, Lucy seemed to feel that she was instantly dissected clean by this sweep.

This man was tall and straight, but there was a worry and fatigue between his brows that only people who have experienced vicissitudes and seen the world have. In an instant, they were compared to those fresh meats in magazines who pretended to be sad.

"Have you tried it?" The shopkeeper was very satisfied with his work, and stepped forward to help the man tidy up the non-existent wrinkles.

"I'm very satisfied, Mr. Hart, your craftsmanship is the best on the entire East Coast." The man responded politely.

The owner named Hart seemed to have heard this kind of praise no less than once or twice. He unmoved and took out another suit in a dust jacket from the counter: "Try this one again." Then he opened the thin list and ticked a certain name.

When no one noticed, Lucy poked her head and took a look.

Then she saw only five letters in shining light: WAYNE.