The apartment that Batwoman rents is located northeast of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, only a few hundred meters away. The neighborhood is a cultural and artistic district where many cultural and artistic companies gather, including some newspapers and publishing houses.
The apartment is in good condition and the rent is not cheap. However, the building where Batwoman lives is newly built and the facilities are very new, so the moment Batwoman can't push the door open, she knows that the door must not be broken - the door
The factory protective film on it has not even been removed.
Pushing hard again, there was a "boom" and another cry of pain came from outside the door. Batwoman looked through the crack of the open door and saw Clark holding his forehead.
"What are you doing????"
"I want to see through the peephole to see if there is anyone inside."
Batwoman squeezed out from the crack of the door, glanced at the shattered cat's eye and the door with a crater on Clark's forehead, and tightened her grip on the door handle.
"What's up?"
Batwoman swore that she added at least a ton of threats to this sentence, which was similar to a combination of "You better be okay" and "You'd better be okay and get out of here."
"Well, that's it, our newspaper has a new branch here, and I was transferred here..."
"quilt?"
"Okay, I applied, but because the houses here are much smaller than the old shabby ones in the city center, and the rent is cheaper, so I..."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I thought you lived here too..."
"Just thought of it?"
Clark looked at her without speaking.
Suddenly, two dogs barked from downstairs, and both of them turned to look at the stairs at the same time. At the same time, the apartment manager's yelling came.
"Pets are not allowed in this apartment!"
"Little Krypton! Little Krypton!"
A big, muscular dog sprang out from the stairs and jumped into Clark's arms. Clark held the dog and squeezed in through the crack of the door without any explanation.
Batwoman, who had just walked out of the room, was of course squeezed back. Of course she tried to resist, but it was obviously impossible for her to squeeze through Superman, so she was squeezed out like extra jam in the bread.
Batwoman looked at Clark holding the dog. Although the two of them didn't bark or speak, Batwoman's head was already buzzing.
At this time, Batwoman's phone rang, and when she saw Diana's name on the screen, she remembered that she was going out to pick up Diana who came to visit her.
So she quickly put on her coat and prepared to go downstairs. Clark asked Batwoman several times where she was going, but Batwoman really didn't want to pay attention to him and just walked out on her own, while Clark had to follow her.
Diana was now in the shade on the street corner, waving to Batwoman, and Batwoman walked over quickly, revealing Clark behind her.
Diana's eyes immediately widened - note that Superman is not a real-name superhero. Although it sounds a bit nonsense to take off his glasses and others will not recognize him, the setting is actually that Superman uses his superpowers to make himself appear in the world.
The appearance in front of others becomes blurred so that the identity can be hidden.
This was so confusing that ordinary people couldn't fool Diana. Of course she knew that Superman was Clark, but she wasn't sure whether Batwoman knew it, or whether Clark wanted Batwoman to know.
As a demigod who has lived for so many years, can Diana still not see what Clark, a young man, wants to do? However, Diana's attitude is not optimistic. Chasing Batman? It is a bit ahead of Superman.
Diana exchanged a few pleasantries with Batwoman, reached out and patted Krypto's head in Clark's arms, and the three of them took the elevator together to Batwoman's rented apartment.
Batwoman's workplace is also in the Metropolitan Museum, so Diana introduced her to many important points in her work. Clark stared at Batwoman the whole time until Diana stopped and he had time to shift his gaze.
Diana rolled her eyes very subtly to satirize Clark's obliviousness, but when she said goodbye at the end, she still said: "It is a good habit to have good relations with the surrounding newspapers. Some exhibitions require media promotion. If
If you connect with your own people, you can save a lot of trouble."
Clark immediately nodded his head out of the afterimage, and Batwoman glanced at him without saying anything.
The corners of Clark's mouth immediately dropped, and even Krypton's ears drooped.
After Diana left, Batwoman turned to look at Clark. Clark hesitated, but finally decided to leave.
"There are surveillance cameras downstairs. If you walk from there with the dog in your arms, I will be kicked out of this apartment soon." Batwoman said aloud.
Clark paused, then he walked to the balcony with the dog in his arms. Batwoman stood by the door and watched his movements. Clark smiled at her and flew up with Krypton.
Clark, who was flying into the sky, saw Batwoman walking out of the balcony, but she did not stare at him, but looked at the skyline of the Metropolis. At this time, the city was full of dusk.
Clark did not return to his residence immediately after leaving. Although he still had a lot of newly moved things to sort out, his thoughts now made him just want to find someone to talk to. What could be better than Batman?
What about the person to complain to?
Clark flew to Gotham and began to search for Batman in the skies above Gotham. Finally, he found Batman in the laboratory of the Batcave.
But Batman wasn't doing the experiment, he just took a stack of papers and looked at them. Clark saw that he was free and sat down on the chair next to him unceremoniously.
"You can act less like a lost dog." Batman said proactively.
"Oh!" Clark lamented, buried his whole body in the chair, and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands. "I'm just a little frustrated. Do you know what it feels like to be ignored all the time?"
"I don't think you or I will have this kind of experience very often." Batman turned to look at Clark and said.
"But I think the two of us often have this kind of experience." Clark muttered quietly.
Batman was silent for a long time, and Clark could only say: "Can't you ask what's bothering me so much?"
Batman rolled his eyes away, then back again, and said, "Who?"
"you."
Batman stared at him.
"The other you." Clark touched his forehead and said, "I just want to make friends with her, but she is very cold and always seems to be unable to see me."
"Tell me more about it."
Clark explained everything he had encountered since meeting Batwoman in detail. It was okay at first. Although Batman was silent, he was obviously listening attentively. But as he went on, he shook his head and sighed.
"Don't just sigh!" Clark said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"She said you would be caught by surveillance if you carried the dog down, and then you flew away holding the dog?"
Clark nodded.
"Why don't you keep the dog?"
"ah?"
"You can just put the dog into her arms and ask her to help take care of it. Go back and get the pet bag and then come back. It will just last until dinner time. On the way back, you happened to see a nice restaurant. In order to show your appreciation for helping to take care of the pet,
Thank you for inviting her to dinner."
"...?" Clark frowned in thought, and then said: "But...but taking care of pets is still quite troublesome. What if she is allergic to dog hair, what if the dog runs out..."
"That's an ordinary dog. Is Xiao Krypton an ordinary dog?"
"Well……"
Clark took a deep breath, moved his chair hard towards Batman, leaned next to Batman and stared at Batman from above his eyes and said, "So what should I do next?"
"Recently, a very professional psychiatrist was a guest at my manor..."
"You don't need to see a psychiatrist, do you?"
"I mean..." Batman said helplessly: "Brucey just had a psychological evaluation at his place..."
"You asked me to inquire about the results of the psychological evaluation? But this is too immoral. This is peeping into personal privacy..."
Batman was silent, but finally spoke: "Do you not believe in this doctor's moral level, or do you not believe in my moral level?"
"Uh..." Clark thought the same thing. Batman probably wouldn't come up with such an unscrupulous idea. He might have some hidden agenda.
But it was already very late today, so Clark stayed at Wayne Manor for one night and went to Schiller's door early the next morning and knocked on the door.
When Schiller opened the door, he was wearing a suit and tie. Clark was startled. He said, "It's you, Professor... Didn't you sleep last night? What's wrong?"
"It starts with the hymn in the mailbox... Come in."
Clark observed Schiller's face, and after making sure it was nothing serious, he walked into the room and explained his purpose.
Schiller sighed and could only say that Batman is very good at keeping everyone around him busy. Perhaps this was also inherited from Martha and Thomas.
Not long after Schiller and Clark sat down, there was a knock on the door of the room again. Schiller walked over to open the door and found that Batman, the God of War, appeared outside the door.
"Good morning, professor, it's like this, I...oh, do you have a visitor? Then I'll see you later..."
"Perhaps we can agree on an exact time. I think ten o'clock would be good, what do you think?"
After seeing off Batman, the God of War, Schiller walked to the table to make tea. Just as he picked up the cup, the door was knocked again.
"Hello, professor, I have some questions to ask you. Do you have...do you have any visitors? Sorry, I don't have an appointment. I'll come back later."
Charles at the door gave Eric a hard look behind him, turned around and left.
"Wait, Charles, I think you can come here at one o'clock in the afternoon, I will be free then." Schiller stopped him.
"Really? Professor?" Eric asked dryly.
"If it weren't for the fact that you both have faces that say, 'If we can't solve the problem within today, we are going to end the universe with a war,' I would have arranged for you to meet tomorrow in the afternoon."
After seeing off Charles and Eric, Schiller had just taken out the tea leaves when he heard movement outside the window.
With a crash, the leaves outside the balcony were pushed aside, and a big head poked out. "Hi, Professor, I'm sorry, are you free now? Cole Norton and I, we want to..."
"Sorry, I have a visitor right now. Maybe you'll be free at four this afternoon?"
"Thank you so much, then we will..."
"Professor! Professor! I'm Alfred, I'm sorry we have to disturb you..."
Schiller completely stuffed the tea leaves back into the drawer. He knew how could Batman really invite him to vacation?