[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

The young man sitting on the steps held his mobile phone. He raised his head and waved his hand to his friend.

"Hi."

He greeted and blinked, "Although it was a bit sudden, I want to say, I'm here to play with you, Clark."

Clark's eyes swept over the young man's face. With his eyesight, he could clearly understand the unnaturalness in Brody's expression, but he didn't ask, but just raised the bag in his hand.

"It seems that these things I bought are very timely."

The meaning revealed in this sentence made the pair of blue eyes under the brim of the hat bend, and the tense mood suddenly became relaxed. He stood up, and was about to reach out to take a bag in Clark's hand, but Just halfway through, I suddenly remembered my physique.

... kinda bad.

But Clark's voice sounded before his hands froze in mid-air, "Can you help me get the key, Brody, it's in my pocket."

These words successfully eased Brody's embarrassment. He raised his hand and took off his hat, revealing his messy hair, and walked forward.As he approached, Clark held up his hand, keeping the bag away from his body so Brody could reach the key.

"Is it this side?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the young man lowered his head and took out a bunch of keys from Clark's pocket.

"Found it!" he said, and when he raised his head, he shook the key chain, and the corners of his mouth curled up, happy that he had helped him anyway. Clark looked down at him and smiled.

The door of the apartment was opened, and Brody walked in with his little golden retriever. His eyes were full of curiosity. The first time he entered, he couldn't help but look around.

This is a simple, well-furnished, clean and tidy... dwelling.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I first came in?"

When Clark put the things he bought on the table, he heard Brody say this behind him. He turned his head, looked at Brody, and said cooperatively, "What are you thinking?"

"I thought I'd see unwashed clothes thrown on the sofa, or some garbage that hasn't been picked up," Brody tilted his head, "I didn't expect the cleanliness to be beyond my expectations."

Clark coughed, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that Brody would say that the apartment was too small, but he didn't expect... But thinking about it again, it didn't seem so strange, after all, from the first time he saw Brody, he gave himself It feels different.

Clark recalled the previous events. To be honest, it didn’t take too long, but now that I think about it, it seems that it has been a long time, probably because several things happened in the middle.

Brody was also the one who had the most accidents that Clark had ever encountered. As for his brother Bruce, it couldn't be compared.

After all, one is actively looking for trouble, and the other seems to be possessed by some strange luck.

"I usually tidy up," Clark paused, with a smile in his eyes, "So I'm sorry, you can't see that scene anymore."

Clark only chatted briefly, he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was actually a little early for his usual meal time, but considering Brody, Clark decided to go a little earlier.

"Is there anything you don't like?" Clark said.

Brody leaned over and looked down at the ingredients in the bag. Because he was wearing a hat before, his hair looked a little fluffy and messy, which made people want to rub it and feel the softness. The idea of ​​tactility.

Looking at it from Clark's perspective, that head shook, "There is no food I hate in here."

After getting the answer, Clark carried the bag into the kitchen. He first opened the refrigerator and put in the ingredients that he didn't need for the time being. Then he straightened up and stood in front of the cooking counter.

Clark held the knife and cut open the meat.

Then the second time.

The third time.

Before the fourth slap, Clark finally couldn't help turning his head around, facing the sight of a man and a dog standing at the kitchen door.

Upon seeing him stop, Brody said, "Aren't you going to continue?"

"Woof!" The golden retriever also barked, flicked its tail, and stared at Clark with round dark brown eyes.

Clark felt dumbfounded, "You can go rest on the sofa, Brody."

Brody "Is it because I'm yelling at you?"

Clark shook his head, and then heard Brody say again, "Then you continue."

With a hint of urging in his words, he stared at Clark, looking excited.

Clark "..."

Is he having that much fun cooking dinner?

The man standing in front of the cooking table moved in an orderly manner. If someone weighed the seasonings he used, they would find that they were exactly the same as the standards on the recipe. As time passed, the kitchen gradually smelled fragrant.

The first dish was served, and when Clark was about to put it in a spare place, he heard footsteps behind him and took the plate with one hand.

Then it became logical.

Clark cooked, and Brody was responsible for bringing them to the table until Clark finished the last dish, then he put the food that had become colder without those seasonings on the plate, brought it out and put it on the table. on the ground.

Brian rubbed his hairy head under Clark's palm, and then buried himself in hard work.

Brody raised his chopsticks and took the first bite, his eyes widened slightly, and then he continued to eat, and it was during this process that his small eyes kept looking at Clark.

No one can bear to be taken a bite by the other party, Clark coughed, and asked directly, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Brody swallowed the food in his mouth, and he stared at Brody with rounded eyes without saying a word, and then he sighed after a long while.

Clark? ?

This obviously made Clark even more confused. He even wondered if he had misremembered the cooking steps and made a bad dinner.

Thinking of this, Clark's eyes fell on Brody's rice bowl, and now there was only a shallow layer of rice that was full.

So Clark made sure that whatever the reason, at least it wasn't that the food didn't taste good enough.

Brody "Clark."

He snapped his fingers and said, "Look, you have a good temper, you are tall, you clean up, you can cook, and you can carve." Brody smacked his mouth, and the taste still retained the deliciousness of dinner. He looked up at his friend and said from the bottom of his heart

"You are simply a good man of the century!"

Clark "So... that's why you were looking at me just now because you were thinking about it?"

Brody nodded.

Clark laughed. He pushed his glasses and joked, "Then I will accept this compliment. I hope my future partner will know that there is a good man of the century waiting for me."

"Absolutely."

Brody thought, and he felt that the most important thing was that Clark was always gentle enough, he would not give people a sense of oppression, and anyone could feel the warmth from his words.

Totally different from Bruce.

—You have nothing to do with Batman.

—You should think about who you are.

Brody thought sullenly, of course he knew his identity and who he was, and he hated Bruce looking at him with that 'don't embarrass me' look.

It was as if he was an ignorant child.

It was as if the things he did were nothing.

"Would you like some juice?"

Clark's voice sounded suddenly, and Brody came back to his senses suddenly, only to realize that he had been biting the spoon, he buried his head, and his voice was a little low, "Okay."

Clark got up and went into the kitchen, as if he didn't see the slight redness in the corners of Brody's eyes.How long does it take to prepare a glass of juice, but Clark stayed a little longer, and when he came out again, Brody's expression had returned to normal.

After dinner, Brody volunteered to do the dishes.

"Although I don't care much about things, I probably know the situation of the newspaper. I think you still have manuscripts to write."

When Clark was about to say something, his cell phone rang, and a string of unfamiliar numbers was displayed on it, but Clark immediately understood who the owner of this string of numbers was.

Brody also heard it. He raised his foam-stained hand and waved to Clark, "Hurry up and answer the phone."

Clark left the kitchen, picked up the phone, and kept an eye on what was going on in the kitchen.

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

An old and gentle voice rang through the phone, "Can I trouble you to leave the apartment?"

Before Clark left, he spoke to Brody, but the young man in the kitchen responded casually, without even turning his head. Before Clark reached the door, he heard a humming sound coming from the kitchen, which seemed to be singing wearing something.

Sounds good, Clark thought, chuckling slightly.

When he went downstairs, he saw a luxury car parked at the door, and Alfred standing in front of the car.Mr. Housekeeper had been watching the door, so he spotted Clark immediately after he came out of the apartment building.

Clark listened to the old butler's polite words, to the effect that Brody was bothering him tonight, but most of his attention fell on the luxury car behind the old butler with its windows closed.

The isolation effect of the car windows is very good, and people outside can't see the situation inside at all, but Clark only needs to let go of his hearing a little, and he can hear the heartbeat from inside the car.

One after another, calm and powerful.

Clark finally said goodbye to the old man with the clothes and toiletries prepared by the old butler for Brody, and no one in the car came out the whole time.

When Clark turned around, he heard what seemed to be a phone call from inside the car.

But before he could take a few steps, he heard the dialing sound stop, and it looked like he was rejected.

Then there was an extremely light, irritated and depressed murmur.