What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 179 A Comfortable Retirement Life, But Superman
"The test report came out."

"Yeah, tell me."

Superman, Clark Kent, aka Kal-El, Mightiest Man on Earth (was) was on the phone at this moment.

This was his apartment, shared with Louis Lane—their little love nest.

"Super strength gradually fades, and your physical strength has changed from a record of more than 3 tons to 3 kilograms in one day, but it is still great to be able to hang children eating lollipops in kindergarten."

Clark could hear Batman's tone, the voice was as cold and steady as usual, and he read ruthlessly, as if reading a string of data without any emotion.

But Clark could hear the emotions contained in it, and he laughed: "But after three days, I recovered to 30 kilograms, which became the limit load of a normal human being."

"And then for a week, you don't see any gains in strength."

He heard Batman spit, "Damn it."

"Your super vision is gone, heat vision, freezing breath, and flying ability... Man of Steel... Gone, nothing."

"It has ended!"

Clark suppressed a smile, he could hear Batman was sad, but he laughed happily (front) Man of Steel let out a laugh like an idiot:

"Hahaha, you sound like a bitch, Bruce."

"It's not funny at all."

He heard Batman regain his calm voice.

"The situation is very bad."

Clark didn't pick up Batman's words, but said something else:

"You know, Bruce, in the old days, sometimes when Martha would see the old hens on Kent's farm that didn't lay a single egg for a day, she'd say to me in frustration, 'No, There's nothing left, it's over!'"

"Clark, are you done calling~"

Clark turned to see his girlfriend, Lois Lane, waving at him with a gamepad.

"Oh, I'll be there soon."

He covered the phone mouth, perfunctory his girlfriend, and then continued:
"Of course, Bruce, I swear you didn't sound like her when you said 'no more'."

"We're not discussing that right now."

He heard Batman say:

"And I remember I told you that you call yourself a job when you work."

"There's a good chance our call is being tapped by anyone, possibly Luther, or Amanda Waller. You shouldn't be calling me by my first name."

"Okay, Bruce, got it, Bruce."

"..."

Clark was very happy that Batman didn't delve further into this issue in the end. He continued to hear the other party's voice from the other side of the microphone. While listening to the other party's long speech, he found a biscuit on the storage cabinet next to him and stuffed it into his mouth:
"Krypton's environment is very harsh...There is no doubt about it. Therefore, during the long evolution, Kryptonians have evolved the ability to absorb the energy of the sun's rays and convert it into a biological standpoint to resist the harsh environment."

"And Krypton's sun is red, so all Kryptonians on Krypton will not have the same superpowers as you on Earth."

"But when you came to Earth, the gene for this superpower was activated."

Clark concentrated on eating the biscuit.

"Uh-huh."

"And the transformation of biological weapons such as Doomsday has caused extremely serious consequences on your body. I mean, we have indeed successfully stripped Doomsday spores, just like making water and starch sugar into condensed Like lumps of jelly and trying to extract all the sugar out of it."

"This kind of simple and rough stripping drags down the cells in your whole body, and also makes your biological position completely useless. If you are on Krypton, you may die suddenly on the spot because you have no biological position to protect you. The situation is similar to the loss of the immune system. AIDS patients, but this is the earth, so you are unscathed, and you can even chat with me here."

Then Clark heard Batman pause for a moment.

"Why are not you talking?"

Clark put the landline into hands-free mode, then went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk, showing the fireworks of life.

"I'm waiting for you to ask me if such a change is temporary or permanent."

"Okay, Blue... Batman, is this change permanent or temporary?"

"Most likely permanent." Then he heard Batman say eagerly, "Damn."

"Based on Batman's standards, I think you are really very sorry." Superman said, "But I think it's still pretty good, you know, I can retire."

"Wait, I haven't finished yet, but you occasionally intermittently recover one of super hearing or super vision, and you can even fluently use your biological position to change other people's cognition, so that others can't recognize you Face... a little trick to hide your identity, huh? This shows that your biological stance has not completely disappeared, and I think there is still a chance..."

But Batman didn't go on.

"Well, you're retiring," he said:

"I'm about to die."

"So you're busy right now?"

"It's not just busy."

Clark heard Batman say: "@÷*@] There is a man-eating monster again... Aquaman? Where is Aquaman? I only found an empty lighthouse, not even a piece of Aquaman's hair. He is probably in Asia now. Atlantis as his king..."

"...all kinds of messy things, without you, the crimes in Gotham have started to rise again..."

Clark had already started to lose his mind, and he said at a very fast speed: "Then you go!"

Then soon, with a snap, I hung up the phone.

"You're finally done calling!"

Louis saw him put down the phone, so he jumped up and threw himself into his arms, and the two of them sat on the ground together.

"Oh, I forgot you don't have super powers."

The two of them then kissed on the ground and spent the next 92 minutes together.

They got dressed again.

"I thought it would be shorter if you didn't have superpowers," Lewis said.

"Obviously not."

Clark answered her.

Ten minutes later, they appeared together on the street.

"Ah, no Superman. Much less news."

Luislan looked at Superman's bruised arm: "I can't believe it, we only left the house for 10 minutes, and you saved another person. If you still have super powers, I can happily start writing "" News about Superman saving boy who fell from tree."

The capable female reporter complained: "And now your Superman uniform is lying in the bag behind you. I really didn't expect you to still carry this suit with you."

"It's just getting used to it, and I'm not Superman anymore." Clark said, "I'm Clark Kent."

"Also, "Clark Kent is brave enough to save the unfortunate boy who fell from the tree" is also a good title." Clark said with a smile: "But now the news is mine."

"Oh, come on, Clark, I've always tended to think of us as a team, not an opponent." Louis Lane said: "When you first stepped into Perry's office, I knew you had something special." stuff, that stuff can make you a great reporter."

"It's useless to say good things, hehe." Clark blinked, the two of them enjoyed such a warm and peaceful time, no alien invasion, no super villains, no Superman, no Batman, only Clark Kent and Louis Ryan.

They walked together for a while in silence.

The years are just right, and the time is drunk.

That's fine, Clark.

Louis thought silently.

You used to have a strong desire to fit in with us, but you're not us...

As she walked, she quietly looked at Clark's eyebrows and eyes.

And now, you've become so weak, you can no longer do the battle that no one else can fight.

That's fine, please, let it go like this.

She tried not to look at the bruise Superman had left when he went to save the little boy who had fallen.

They turned the corner and walked to the intersection of Broadway and 45th Avenue.Louis was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the crowd gathered in front of him.He felt that Clark seemed to be thinking about something, a man and a woman were thinking about their own thoughts.

"Hey, Clark." Louis hesitated for a while: "It's Valentine's Day soon, you..."

boom!
Suddenly a gunshot interrupted Louis's words.

Clark immediately protected Louis Lane behind him.Only then did they realize that there were many people in front of them, who seemed to gather there to watch the excitement, and there were policemen everywhere.

He heard someone shouting in front of him, "Don't think the police..."

Bang bang bang bang!
The continuous gunshots caused chaos on the street.People scattered and fled.

"Beep beep beep-"

Louis Lane's phone rang at the right time: "I'm Perry White, Louis, big news, my informant at the police station told me that there was a gunman at the intersection of Broadway and 45th Avenue. Tried to rob a store, cops would be there in 3 minutes, he took a hostage!"

"Nice job, Perry." Louis said angrily, "But we are here."

"..." Perry was silent for a while, and then said immediately: "Be careful, I want a story, but I also want my reporter alive!"

"Of course, we're not stupid enough to—"

Then Louis heard a busy tone on Clark's phone:
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

"Batman is most likely going to deal with that thing he told me before."

Clark put down the phone that couldn't get through repeatedly, and said in a low voice: "The monster that appeared on the beach and ate people alive. Batman took care of that matter himself, so he can't go away now."

Louis felt his heart constrict.

"We should get Wonder Woman or Batman or something to solve this problem. Uh Poison Ivy Harley Quinn or what is that Mudface, he can jump and dance waltz."

Louis felt that his tongue was getting knotted. Not only did he not know what to say, but he even lost his normal language organization ability: "There is always a way."

"Yeah, there is always a way." Clark, no, said Superman.

"You...you don't have to..."

"I'm sorry, Louis. I can fix this. Wonder Woman has been trying to come from Boston for too long."

Clark carefully observed the scene: "The hostage obviously won't last until then, and the kidnapper is very excited. I think I am the only superhero present at the scene."

Louis opened his mouth, and said with some dejection:
"You...are you going to the toilet again?"

(Superman often goes to the toilet as an excuse to put on a Superman uniform to fight for justice)

"I'm still able to mobilize my basic biological stance to cover my face and my secret identity won't be revealed."

Clarke told her again: "I can fix this, I've figured it out."

He looks at Louis, and the female reporter recoils from his gaze.

So a few minutes later.

"Put the gun down, please."

Everyone makes way for Superman, like waves that obey Moses when he divides the sea.

Police officers with loaded guns stand next to Superman.

"Jesus. Superman hasn't been seen in over a week."

"Is that Superman? This is the first time I've seen him!"

"When did he appear in the crowd?"

"Hey guys, can you see his face? I find I can't seem to remember his face..."

"Superman," said the policeman, "the kidnapper has no other accomplices. This is a crime of passion... Oh, yes, I remember you have clairvoyance."

He said nervously:

"You are superman."

"Yes, I'm Superman," Clark said.

He stood in front of the kidnapper and let him point his gun at his chest.

"Back off."

He heard the kidnapper say.

"I can't," Clark replied.

"I told you to back off!"

The kidnapper was a portly man in a hood who strangled a bespectacled man by the neck from behind.

Clark continued: "You know what happens to me when people shoot, right?"

He saw the kidnapper's feet shaking.

"They'd be wasting bullets."

He raised his hands high, with the S-level logo on his chest, and slowly approached the kidnapper.

"I said back off! I really can shoot!"

The kidnapper's voice was trembling: "Stand back, I won't let you go forward!"

"You don't want to do that."

Clark's voice was deep and warm, with a nice bubbly sound, which inexplicably gave people a sense of peace of mind.

"You're not hurting anyone right now. You can still surrender, and you can save yourself time because you'll be forced to do so sooner rather than later...but you can surrender now."

There was horror in the kidnapper's eyes.

"No! They'll lock me up for years!"

"Because of what you did, yes," Clark said.

He walked forward slowly, he had already lost the chest of the man of steel, and pressed against the cold muzzle of the opponent.

Clark could even feel his chest muscles sag slightly under the muzzle of the gun. The muzzle of the gun was facing his chest. As long as he pulled the trigger and the bullet ejected, he would...

"But if you don't pull the trigger and give up resistance, the sentence will be shortened, and you still have the rest of your life. Make a choice, please."

He said to those crazy eyes.

　Embarrassed, I forgot to create a new volume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)