Batman's brain stopped thinking.
The above sentence is a joke, but Batman really wants to do this.
Batman wants to disappear. Immediately, immediately, now, don't let him continue to face [Superman] here.
[Superman] has obviously crossed the social distance. This is not the distance that a "friend" in his words should have. [Superman]'s breath hit his face, and his blue eyes looked at him happily, like the boundless sky. There was no doubt or flinching, as if the two of them should be so close. They could touch each other with a movement of their arms, and touch each other's hot thighs with a movement of their legs. Their breaths were intertwined, and there was almost a kiss in the next moment. trend on.
This is not in Batman's plan.
"Uh... is this a friend you often meet at night? I understand why you don't choose to meet during the day." Alfred's voice came from the elevator.
Batman was startled, almost making a sound of annoyance, but [Superman] on the opposite side was not surprised at all. He didn't even tremble an eyelash, so Batman also maintained a calm face, raised his hand and pushed him away, lowering his head. The hoarse voice said: "Wrong. [Superman] and I did meet at night, but - um... um."
[Superman] stuffed a pie into his mouth.
Slightly sweet, fragrant, soft and waxy, and filled with heat.
Batman chewed a few mouthfuls of it in a normal manner, swallowed it, and when he opened his mouth again, he was stuffed with another small pie.
He avoided Alfred's gaze waiting for an explanation and chose to chew the pie again.
[Superman] spoke, with a smile that could not be concealed in his tone, which reminded people of how happy he was at this time: "Wrong -" he denied it imitating Batman, "We are friends and we often see each other at night because There’s no way to fly here to do experiments during the day.”
"Besides, I came today to become friends with him under the sun." He responded to Alfred's pun seriously.
Then he turned to Batman and said:
"With pie as a witness to our friendship, can I be friends with you during the day? My name is [Clark Kent]."
He couldn't help but smile again, this smile was honey, candy, dizziness and the sun.
"Although we have known each other's names for a long time, hopefully we can become friends with real names and not just two code names."
[Superman] put down the apple pie, gave Batman that soul-shaking smile, then dived underwater into the Batcave and flew away.
Now Batman learns about a defensive vulnerability in the Batcave.
Alfred walked over and asked sincerely: "I shouldn't have made a mistake at that time, sir? I should have felt the atmosphere, right? Why is [him] so natural? Could it be that this is aliens and humans?" Social distance? Or is it just that the gentleman has a high emotional intelligence?"
Batman couldn't confirm either.
Batman was confused.
Batman is confused.
"Afu," Batman calmly typed the encrypted communication on the table: "[Superman] heard you before you came. We need to complete the lead in the Batcave and the manor as soon as possible. This matter is a priority." The level becomes higher. 』
While keeping chatting: "Maybe this is the special friendship of aliens."
He stopped Alfred's hand from touching the apple pie and said, "Keep the pie for me. I will keep this testimony."
"Huh? Master?" Alfred retracted his hand naturally and answered: "I understood you correctly this time. Do you mean to agree to that gentleman's request from a good friend?"
Then, Alfred seemed to remember something and continued: "This request for a good friend refers to the good friends of Mr. Bruce Wayne and Mr. Clark Kent. Right?"
He emphasized again: "Mr. Wayne should come forward during the day and be Mr. Kent's friend. Come forward during the day."
Batman was impressed by the old butler's spirit of not forgetting to let Bruce go out at this moment——
"Afu," Batman surrendered: "I haven't agreed yet. I'm just keeping his request. But Bruce will go see Kent, I promise. Bruce will come forward."
"Save that pie and put it in a vacuum. Do not touch it directly with your hands. Use electromagnetic fields. 』
"Tomorrow, Afu, I'll go tomorrow. I'll go to bed today." Batman left the Batcave.
MP was so happy that he screamed: [Ahhh! Success! Raman! Success! We handled Batman, the world's sharpest detective, with acting chops! Oh yeah! Awesome, we can do anything, we are the best, we have successfully maintained the world-first friendship between Batman and Superman! longlive friendship! Long live Raman! 】
[Tomorrow, listen to them, they want to meet Clark Kent, Raman, Raman! You managed to do Superman and then do a Clark Kent in front of Batman and we had it! We have passed these two identities, so we must be fine in front of the world! Woo woo Raman, I am so happy, you are so awesome, we have survived this period of time, we will go over, and we don’t have to worry about this anymore, oh Ye Laman loves you, loves you. 】MP rubbed hard here and there in Raman's will, rolled around, jumped up and down, and crawled all over the ground.
[Well,] Raman also felt happy. His heart kept beating for no apparent reason. He felt happy. He wanted to roar and vent his unknown happiness. He felt like he could throw the earth towards the sun at this time.
Then it followed the earth and sank into the sun flame.
[Although I always feel that something is wrong, when I think about it carefully, the two of them are talking normally, so we should get over it. 】Raman affirmed MP’s words.
Indeed, just as Batman imagined, [Superman] was watching him.
Early the next morning, Bruce Wayne came to the Daily Planet.
At this time, Lois Lane was thinking.
Louise...is in a confused period in her life recently.
She was the one who tracked down and was the first to give the title Superman, and because her secret was discovered, she became friends with Superman and experienced adventures at the same time.
After that thrilling Luthor conspiracy, Superman became an intern reporter at her newspaper.
It’s called, [Clark Kent].
At this moment, in front of the work desk in the third space behind her, there was a simple, old-fashioned, conservative and young boy from a small town, whose energy and enthusiasm was overflowing when he first entered society. , thinking hard about editorial writing.
To be honest, based on what Louise saw, she would kindly suggest that this young man go to the sports channel, because he looks like he can write sports reports that are loved by old white people.
If this young man insists on working hard as a current affairs editorial, prove his determination and ability to her, and then Louise will accept him and help him become a Pulitzer reporter.
Unfortunately, there are always hidden secrets buried in the things our eyes look at.
Lois and [Clark Kent] should be friends.
She had been convinced before, now she doubted it.
Being friends with [Superman] has its pros and cons. Lois got an exclusive interview, but lost the opportunity to ask him tough questions.
Why ask him the tough questions? What's that tough question? Why does Lois doubt [Clark Kent]’s friendship?
As Louise thought about this, she smelled the aroma of wine.
The smell of parties, gold coins, and alcohol filled the entire studio, and she heard Jimmy, Anna, and Echo screaming, as well as [Clark]'s voice -
"Bruce Wayne!"
Please be serious about this tone. Louise only thinks that [Clark]'s tone is too surprising and exaggerated to the point that it makes people think that Wayne is here because of him. It is not necessary, whether as [Superman] or [Kent] No need to be so excited.
It only made her feel more that [Clark] was lacking in pretending to be a human being.
"Mr. Wayne." The clerks in the workroom nodded in greeting. Louise also stood up. Editor-in-chief Pat and the senior executives of Daily Planet also came in a hurry. Even other employees poked their heads in front of the door to watch. Several people were crowded in this studio, and the air was filled with Mr. Wayne's perfume.
"Mr. Wayne, why are you here? When you said hello yesterday and said you were coming, we all thought it was afternoon."
"I've been purchasing here for many days. I've been bored at home for a long time, so I just wanted to come and have a look. You can do whatever you want, don't worry about me."
Bruce Wayne blinked his eyes that were as bright as lake water. The expensive pieces of hair carefully crafted by a hairstylist with an annual salary of millions were scattered on his forehead. "Maybe I need someone to lead the way and show me my new industry? Just How is this gentleman?"
He pointed to the intern [Kent].
[Kent] got lucky.
[Kent] stood in his baggy, cheap brown suit in front of Mr. Wayne's well-tailored high-end blue suit, a boy who felt out of place.
Mr. Wayne Shi Shiran wandered around various work stations, and [Kent], this stupid boy, said nothing and could not even say a flattering word.
Mr. Wayne pointed to a sample newspaper on the table and asked, [Kent] stuttered annoyingly!
The reporters forced themselves to remain calm and listened carefully to every word of the newly minted big boss. They almost stood up with chills when Mr. Wayne approached, fearing that the well-known idiot would make some stupid opinions about their work.
Fortunately, Mr. Wayne has the cultivation of a flower vase. He just looked around casually and asked questions to the stupid boy behind him from time to time. But that stupid green-headed, sullen gourd didn't say a word, and only blushed and giggled like a follower!
But apart from the difference in clothing and the eye-catching black-rimmed glasses on Kent's nose, [Clark Kent] has a youthful quality. When he blushes, he only feels a shyness and heartbeat bursting from his blood. , the smile will feel the goodwill rushing towards you and a strange power that infects people's hearts.
When [Kent] stood next to Mr. Wayne, anyone would instinctively think that Mr. Wayne was here for him.
But reason told them that Mr. Wayne was just inspecting the company. Although he came to the Daily Planet as soon as he left home for a long time, even though he singled out [Kent], a ignorant person, as a guide, and even though he faced the newspaper every time When I express my opinion, I will ask [Kent] for his opinion.
After all, a young man from a small town in Kansas who came to the metropolis to work hard, with poor taste and an uncertain future, who is just a passionate Clark Kent, has nothing to do with the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne, one of the most wealthy men in the United States. ?
Until the two of them walked into the compartment on the stairs, they could only vaguely hear the rich man's sweet voice, "[Clark], didn't you agree to be friends with me? I've already behaved like this, why are you hesitating and ignoring me? I?"
Each tone syllable is like soaking in honey, making people feel numb.
