American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Bruce, if you keep watching other people eat in the middle of the night, you're likely to get indigestion."

A gentle voice appeared.

Clark Kent.

Or perhaps it's like Superman, who has already removed his disguise glasses in this private setting, is carrying a spotless plate, not even a crumb left, clearly having just finished a DVD operation, and floats over like a friendly neighborhood boy.

He smiled apologetically at Afu, put down the plate, and then very naturally placed his hand on Xiu En's shoulder, which seemed to still be glowing.

"And I think this guy, well, the newly crowned Mr. Sun, not only has a good appetite, but also needs to release the heat that's about to overflow from his body."

Xiu En agreed.

"I even feel like I could tear this house down and put it back together with my bare hands. But I bet if I did that right now, Ah Fu would be asking me a question with a chainsaw."

"Running around the estate is really not appropriate."

Clark looked up at the ceiling, his azure eyes seeming to pierce through the roof and see the starry sky above Gotham's thick, dark clouds.

"But up there, the space is huge. And believe me, the air there is probably a hundred times fresher than in Gotham."

"You mean? Like you, just whoosh, you fly up there?"

Xiu En pointed to the ceiling, then looked at his own feet, which would float aimlessly if he didn't use his willpower.

"It doesn't have to be so fast."

Superman smiled.

"How about we take a walk after dinner? I'm not sleepy yet, and the yellow sunlight is definitely making me a little too excited."

A gentle breeze had already begun to swirl in the kitchen.

Clark even thoughtfully opened the back door for Shuen, using his bio-field to protect Shuen's head from crashing into the door frame.

30,000 feet above Gotham.

For Superman, it was just a blink of an eye, but for Shum, it was like a child learning to swim for the first time, his arms and legs flailing in the air.

"The key is not to push air."

Superman hovered beside him, his red cape standing still like a sculpture in the thin atmosphere.

"Instead, imagine you are repelling gravity. You are the sun, or some kind of high-energy body similar to the sun, and gravity should only be an option for you."

"Easy for you to say, I feel like a deflated rocket right now."

Although Xiu En complained, his actions betrayed him.

The innate arrogance of the Golden Crow Blood was suddenly amplified by the cold wind at 10,000 meters above the ground.

It is a flowing, fiery power.

His posture, which had resembled paddling, came to a halt, and then a golden ripple spread from his body.

This time, a stable aura propulsion field was not formed.

Although his speed was far from Superman's extreme speed, which could even reverse time, he finally went from crawling to a slightly faster crawling speed.

"Feeling good?"

Clark accelerated slightly, maintaining a position five meters ahead of Shuen as the navigator.

"It's alright, at least I don't have to smell exhaust fumes."

Xiu En felt the freedom of soaring through the clouds.

"Hey big guy, do you usually live a life where it seems like all of humanity is on slow motion? Don't you feel lonely?"

"I know how at first."

"But later you'll find that it's precisely because even an ordinary person's fall or a hug is so clear in your eyes that the world doesn't seem so bad."

He suddenly turned around and flew backwards.

"Besides, sometimes it's good to fly higher, at least you won't hear your family complaining in your dreams about how many shirts you've ruined."

"Ha! I think you heard it all too clearly and don't want to face it."

"Do you know?"

Xiu En was like a child splashing in a swimming pool, the golden light around his body had receded into a thin film clinging to his body.

This will prevent him from turning into an ice sculpture at this high temperature.

"I used to think that phrase, 'everything under your sight,' was just made up. But now, I have this illusion that if I just spit, I can hit the penguin's top hat with pinpoint accuracy."

"That must be an illusion caused by the wide-angle view."

Superman hovered to his side, and he pointed to his eyes.

"Try to contract your pupils, or rather, your senses, like adjusting a camera lens. Don't try to see everything clearly, or you'll go crazy. Like searching for a single red thread in this tangled mess."

Xiu En closed one eye, his pupil contracting to a pinpoint like a feline's.

The world beneath our feet has changed.

Those previously blurry spots of light were quickly zoomed in and clarified. His gaze pierced through the clouds, through the lead-laden smog.

"Ha! Found it."

He pointed to a street on the edge of the eastern district and burst into laughter.

"Is that round guy Cope Potter? He looks like a plucked quail right now."

In sight, the usually arrogant Penguin was standing next to a pile of scrap metal, roaring at a yellow taxi that hadn't stopped at all.

The taxis in Gotham did not give this underworld emperor any face.

He looked cold.

Clark commented.

"He's just cold-hearted. After all, his precious convoy is probably parked on the lawn of Wayne Manor right now, waiting to be my food supplies for next week."

Xiu En grinned maliciously.

The gaze shifts, gliding over the still-smoking ruins of the chemical plant, finally settling on the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department.

That familiar figure was leaning against the bat lamp, with only a tiny, scarlet cigarette butt flickering in the darkness.

James Gordon, the most exhausted man in Gotham besides Batman, is enjoying this brief moment of peace without an explosion.

"Since we've run into an old acquaintance..."

Xiu En's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Shouldn't we also show some of the so-called superhero compassion?"

"Shuen, I think your definition of care might be a bit off... Wait a minute!"

Before Superman could stop him, he saw the luminous figure beside him suddenly flash by.

High in the sky, the humanoid golden dot of light began to flicker.

Bright, dark, bright, bright, dark...

A beam of light, not dazzling to the ground but certainly conspicuous, shone directly into Chief Gordon's face, like a mischievous flashlight from a god.

"Pfft? Cough cough cough!"

Gordon, who was smoking, was startled by the sudden spotlight, and his cigarette fell directly onto his pants.

He frantically patted the sparks, but before he could shout "UFO attack!" into the walkie-talkie, the beam of light drew a huge smiley face on the open ground in front of him before quickly going out.

Immediately afterwards, three more short flashes of light appeared.

SOS?

No, that's definitely not it.

It's definitely not some legitimate divine decree.

"He might think it's an alien invasion."

Clark sighed and rubbed his forehead, though a slight smile played on his lips.

"Or perhaps they thought Batman had finally decided to change the Bat-Signal into a disco ball."

"This feels really good."

Xiu En did a somersault in the air, a feeling of ease that could only be experienced after breaking free from all the constraints of gravity.

He looked down at the city, still in operation, a place filled with sin yet brimming with life.

He used to run down there to avoid it.

He's looking at it now so he can make a choice.

This right to choose is what's most addictive.

"Clark!"

Xiu En walked alongside the red figure again, their voices carried away by the high-altitude air currents.

"Next time we should call the Flash. I can take him flying with me. I think it would be really interesting down there if three different frequencies of light were spinning."

"He'll throw up."

"And once I've digested all the light I absorbed during my battle with Superpower, I won't be able to glow anymore."

With a leap, Superman broke through the last shackles of the stratosphere, carrying Xiu En towards the truly pure sea of ​​stars.