"Your beauty is absolute, but I admire Wayne's temperament even more." Lex touched his chin and said, "Especially when he wears a bat suit, don't you think there is something about that clothes... I don't want to be thought that I am sexually harassing
, but I think Bruce Wayne had certain eye-catching considerations when he designed that suit.”
Clark immediately laughed, and in the end he could hardly stop leaning to one side, pinching his lips with his hands to prevent himself from laughing out loud. He said: "I remembered something very funny, but you have to tell me
I can only tell you after I promise not to think that I am sexually harassing you."
Lex looked at Clark with some confusion, wondering what else he could reveal about Bruce Wayne.
Clark cleared his throat vigorously, put his index finger and thumb on his lips and said vaguely: "I swear I didn't mean it, but I saw him changing clothes."
Lex's eyes widened.
"I said you have to make sure you don't create any associations, and I didn't mean it on purpose. Super vision, super vision, do you understand?"
"when?"
"Before the two of us went back to my house, he was going to stand guard on the rooftop. He usually changes clothes on the top floor of Wayne Tower, but that time he left a pair of arm armor in the manor."
"We made an appointment to take a photo, and I had a date with Louise that night, so I just wanted to finish the photo and go back as soon as possible, so I flew back to help him get his things. When I came back, he had just changed halfway through his clothes."
"The Wayne Tower has a glass curtain wall. I didn't even think I could see it, but I swear I just took a look. And I didn't tell him, and you can't tell him either."
"What did you see?" Lex became more and more curious.
Clark stretched out a hand and said: "You should know that Superman's costume is a complete tights, with only one layer. I hope you understand that the color of the crotch is different, it is just a pattern, not real underwear."
Lex almost couldn't hold it back and laughed. It turned out that Clark knew what they were talking about in private.
"But the Batsuit is different. Except for the cape, the main body of the Batsuit is divided into two parts, the inner tights lining and the outer armor. I guess Bruce designed such a Batsuit to better protect himself.
"
Lex nodded. He could understand what Clark was saying, because he could also clearly see the difference between Batman's uniform and Superman's uniform. The most obvious thing is that Batman's uniform has a belt and boots, and sometimes has arms.
Sometimes there is no armor, and occasionally there are shoulder armor and knee protection devices. This is obviously not an acquired feature, but is present from the beginning of the design.
"I only wear tights for the convenience of movement." Clark shrugged and said: "Nothing in this world can penetrate the defense of my skin, so Superman's uniform is very thin. In short, it only has a decorative function."
"But Batman does need the protection of a tights, so his lined tights are more normal. They are composed of several layers of fabric and have good defensive functions."
Then Clark pursed his lips and laughed, and said: "Following the laws of physics, if it is not light and thin enough, it will be difficult to conform, just like wearing a shirt, you need something to straighten and smooth the outer clothing."
Lex's eyes gradually widened, because he knew very well that in most formal occasions, people would wear suspenders between their shirts and suit jackets, and some would also have armbands, not only to hold their pants, but also to keep their inner parts
The shirt is flat.
"So Batman wears suspenders inside his tights, doesn't he panic?" Lex frowned and said, "Tights are originally meant to facilitate movement, doesn't this go against the grain?"
But suddenly he realized that other Batmans might wear Batsuits to facilitate movement, while this one in his own universe is purely an attraction, so it only needs visual effects.
Clark waved his hand and said: "It's not a traditional strap, it's a fixed strap that goes around the shoulders and back. It's made of a special material that I don't know much about. It's very thin and sticks to the skin, but that's not the point."
Lex pricked up his ears again, why are there still experts?
"Do you know about jockey pants?"
"certainly."
Clark stood up, stretched out his hands and said: "You know that there was a historical period when equestrian pants were tight on the legs, right? Later, people changed them into pajamas because they were very comfortable."
Lex sat on the chair and looked up at him and nodded. Of course he knew that in fact, for a long period in the history of European and American clothing culture, high-waisted tights were the standard for men.
"So Batman also wears a pair of tight pants under the tights?" Lex's frown deepened and he said, "Why is this necessary?"
"Not quite leggings."
Lex stared at Clark.
Clark waved his hands widely, turned his waist and covered his head, as if he didn't know how to explain to Lex.
Then he straightened the palms of his hands, spread his legs, and then made a diagonal gesture from the middle of the thigh to the inside, and then said: "There is no fabric here on the inside."
Lex was stunned. Among his extremely rich knowledge reserves, a type of pants jumped out in front of his eyes.
The historical development process of European and American clothing is very interesting, because most of it is a process of pragmatism defeating decorativeism and then defeating pragmatism. This has led to the emergence of many strange clothing in different historical periods.
Men in the Middle Ages thought that tights were very good, suitable for riding horses and hunting, and also convenient for walking to pick up prey, so they used a combination of aprons and tights to solve their need for wearing bottoms.
But soon, they found that this was not feasible, because the waistband itself was very hot, and the tights made it even hotter. As we all know, long-term high temperature and airtightness can not only easily lead to infertility, but also cause infertility.
There is a significant risk of disease.
So they decided to make a subtraction and remove the overlapping part of the baffle and tights, so that it would be both beautiful and ventilated.
But you still have to ride a horse, and the bare buttocks will rub your buttocks. Anyway, the only part that needs to be protected is the front part, so just remove that part.
But they soon discovered that it didn't work, because if the junction of the fabric and the non-fabric was stuck in the middle of the thigh, when riding a horse, the edge of the fabric would wear the thigh, but if it went a little higher, it would strangle something.
Something, then simply go down a little further.
The aprons worn by men in the Middle Ages were about the same length, just reaching the knees or a little below the knees, so if you lose more than the knees, it would not look good.
So the final product is that from the crotch to the middle of the thigh, there is no fabric on the entire front to middle side.
Although the development process is very scientific and fully demonstrates the game between Europeans' aesthetic and practical choices for clothing, the result of this game seems difficult to say.
From the perspective of public order and good morals, if you are not Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent, then wear high and low clothes and get involved in sexual harassment.
"No way?" Lex said in disbelief: "What did he think? And...how to wear that thing?"
"That's what I'm curious about." Clark sat down again, clapped his hands and said, "I didn't see the process. When I saw it, he had finished wearing it, and only the back."
"Wait, what topic were we discussing just now?" Lex covered his eyes, wiped his face and said: "We were discussing your suit. Why are we here gossiping about what Batman is wearing?
What are you wearing under your clothes?"
"Because you want to know, don't you?" Clark turned around and looked at Lex and said, "You are the one who said Bruce Wayne is more handsome than me. Do you know how much this private information can be sold for?"
?If I have ten pieces of this material, I will soon be able to buy the same community as yours."
Lex rested his elbows on the armrests and covered his forehead. He sighed deeply and thought that Clark was right. He would announce the news on any website to all women and at least half of the world.
Men will go crazy.
"I think we'd better look at your suit first."
Lex tried his best to get the image of the costume he had imagined based on Clark's description out of his mind. He had never felt so sad about this before.
"I think my suit is pretty good, but if you think it's not good, then I'm afraid you'll have to find a way, because I don't have a second suit."
"It's definitely too late to customize now, but again, I think style is more important. Have you ever tried to wear something more old-school?"
Clark tilted his head, not understanding what the old school was. He recalled some clips from British dramas in his mind, and then his imagination wandered to the Middle Ages. The same was obviously true for Lex.
He stood up with a hand and said: "We can't stay here any longer. Gossip will burn out our brains. There is a whole street of tailor shops near Green Street, where they also sell some ready-made suits, which are usually more in line with the brother's style."
We can pick and choose from the aesthetics of Tan's upper class."
"Suits that are not custom-made usually have problems of one kind or another, but I think these problems are not a problem for you. You will definitely amaze everyone."
Clark also stood up, changed out of his suit, and when he walked out of the cloakroom carrying his own clothes, he said: "I just thought about it, I think his belt may be to hang the lower part of it."
Tight pants…”
"But isn't the belt outside the tights? How is that possible... Stop fucking talking about this! Leave now!"
Pamela was adjusting the chest folds of her dress in front of the bathroom mirror. Thalia had climbed out of bed, sat in front of the dressing table and started looking for Pamela's cosmetics.
"Have you already started using wintersweet skin care products? It's too early for you, let me see... why is the color of the foundation so white?" Thalia kept looking back at Pamela while rummaging around.
.
"Is there a possibility that we are of different races and I am Caucasian?" Pamela arranged her clothes without looking back.
"Green concealer, are you serious?" Thalia lifted a tube with two fingers in disgust and said, "What will you become? A garden gnome?"
Then she suddenly said, "You also put makeup on plants?"
A pillow flew over, and Thalia blocked it casually. Pamela, who was wearing a silk dress with a wide collar, came over and said, "I've never seen you wearing a third skirt. What are you going to wear tonight?"
"Am I invited? Stop talking nonsense, I won't go." Thalia pushed her hair back and said, "I've had enough of the master and the apprentice, let them go crazy together."
"Of course you have to go, because unfortunately, almost all celebrities in Gotham have dealt with this professor. You can't explain to your father what your psychology is for not attending such a banquet. What do you want to do?
Does he know about your failure?"
Thalia rolled her eyes slightly, but she still said, "How do you always make your advice sound like a threat?"
She put down what she was holding, turned around, and said, "Do you think I'll find a suitable target at this party?"