OBS Chapter 2440 The Weird Bat Family (2)
Chapter 2440 The Weird Bat Family (2)
Chapter 2440 The Weird Bat Family (Twenty)
The apartment that Batwoman rented is located northeast of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, only a few hundred meters away. This area is a cultural and art district where many cultural and art companies gather, including some newspapers and publishing houses.
The apartment was in good condition and the rent was not cheap, but the building where Batwoman lived was newly built and the facilities were very new, so the moment Batwoman couldn't push the door open, she knew that the door was definitely not broken - the factory protective film on the door had not even been removed.
She pushed hard again, and with a "bang", another scream of pain came from outside the door. Batwoman looked through the crack in the open door and saw Clark covering his forehead.
"What are you doing????"
"I want to look through the peephole to see if there's anyone inside."
Batwoman squeezed out from the crack in the door, took a look at the shattered cat's eye and the door with a dent left by Clark's forehead, and tightened her hand around the door handle.
"What's up?"
Batwoman swore that she had put at least a ton of intimidation into that sentence, something like a combination of "you better be in trouble" and "you better be fine and get out of here."
"Well, it's like this, our newspaper has a new branch here, and I was transferred here..."
"quilt?"
"Okay, I applied, but also because the house here is much better than the old and dilapidated house 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 saying anything.
Suddenly, two dogs barked downstairs, and they both turned to look at the stairs at the same time - at the same time, the apartment manager's shouting and cursing were heard.
“This apartment doesn’t allow pets!”
"Little Krypton! Little Krypton!"
A big, nimble dog rushed out from the stairs and jumped into Clark's arms. Clark held the dog and squeezed in through the crack in the door without saying a word.
Batwoman, who had just walked out of the room, was also pushed back. She tried to resist, but it was obvious that she couldn't squeeze Superman, so she was squeezed out like the extra jam on the bread.
Batwoman looked at Clark who was holding the dog. Although neither of them barked or spoke, Batwoman's head was already buzzing.
At this time, Batwoman's phone rang. When she saw Diana's name on the screen, she remembered that she had to go out to pick up Diana who came to visit.
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 by herself, and Clark had to follow her.
Diana, now in the shade of a street corner, waved at Batwoman, who quickly walked over, revealing Clark behind her.
Diana's eyes widened immediately - please note that Superman is not a real-name superhero. Although the setting that others cannot recognize him if he takes off his glasses sounds a bit ridiculous, the setting is actually that Superman uses his superpowers to blur the appearance he presents to others, so that he can hide his identity.
This may fool ordinary people but not Diana. Of course she knows that Superman is Clark, but she is not sure whether Batwoman knows it, or whether Clark wants Batwoman to know it.
As a demigod who has lived for so many years, can Diana still not see what this young Clark wants to do? However, Diana's attitude is not optimistic. Chasing Batman? It's a bit too advanced for Superman.
Diana exchanged a few words with Batwoman, reached out and patted the head of little Krypton in Clark's arms, and the three of them took the elevator to the apartment rented by Batwoman.
Batwoman's workplace is also in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, so Diana introduced her to many key points of the job. Clark stared at Batwoman the whole time until Diana stopped, and then he had time to shift his gaze over.
Diana rolled her eyes very slightly to mock Clark's forgetfulness of friendship for the sake of beauty, but she still said in her final farewell: "It is a good habit to build good relations with the surrounding newspapers. Some exhibitions need media publicity. It can save a lot of trouble if you connect with your own people."
Clark immediately nodded his head, and Batwoman glanced at him and said nothing.
The corners of Clark's mouth immediately turned down, and even Krypton's ears drooped.
After Diana left, Batwoman turned to look at Clark. Clark hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to leave.
"There is a surveillance camera downstairs. If you go through 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 flew into the sky and saw Batwoman walking out from the balcony, but she didn't stare at him. Instead, she looked at the skyline of Metropolis. At this time, the whole city was at dusk.
Clark did not return to his residence immediately after leaving. Although he still had a lot of things to sort out after moving in, his mind was full of thoughts and he just wanted to find someone to talk to. Who better to talk to than Batman?
Clark flew to Gotham and began looking for Batman in the sky above Gotham. Finally, he found Batman in the laboratory in the Batcave.
But Batman was not doing any experiments, he was just looking at a stack of papers. Seeing that he was free, Clark unceremoniously sat down on the chair next to him.
"You could act less like a lost dog," Batman offered.
"Oh!" Clark groaned, burying his whole body in the chair and rubbing 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 experience this very often." Batman turned to Clark and said.
"But I think we have this kind of experience often between the two of us," Clark muttered quietly.
Batman was silent for a long time, so Clark had to say, "Can't you just ask what's bothering me so much?"
Batman rolled his eyes away, then back again, and said, "Who?"
"you."
Batman stared at him.
"Another you." Clark touched his forehead and said, "I just want to make friends with her, but she is very cold and always seems to ignore me."
"Tell me more about it."
Clark told Batwoman everything he had experienced since he met her. It was fine at the beginning. Batwoman was silent but obviously listening carefully. But as time went on, she shook her head and sighed more.
"Don't just sigh!" Clark said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"She said that if you carried the dog down there, the surveillance camera would find you, so you flew away with the dog?"
Clark nodded.
"Why don't you leave the dog behind?"
"what?"
"You can just put the dog in her arms and ask her to help take care of it. Then you can go back to get the pet bag and come back. It will be just in time for dinner. On the way back, you will see a nice restaurant. In order to express your gratitude for helping to take care of the pet, you can invite her to dinner."
"......?" Clark frowned and thought, then said: "But...but taking care of a pet is still quite troublesome. What if she is allergic to dog hair, what if the dog runs away..."
"That's a normal dog. Is Krypton a normal dog?"
"Uh……"
Clark took a deep breath, and moved his chair towards Batman. He stood next to Batman and stared at him from above his eyes and said, "So what should I do next?"
"Recently, a very professional psychiatrist visited my manor..."
"You don't need to see a psychiatrist, do you?!"
"I mean..." Batman said helplessly, "Bruce just had a psychological evaluation done by him..."
"You want me to inquire about the results of the psychological evaluation? But this is too unethical. This is intrusion into personal privacy..."
Batman was silent, but finally spoke up: "Do you not trust this doctor's moral standards, or do you not trust my moral standards?"
"Uh..." Clark thought so too. Batman would not come up with such a wicked idea. There must be some other hidden story.
But it was already late today, so Clark stayed in Wayne Manor for one night. Early the next morning, he ran to Schiller's door and knocked.
Schiller opened the door in a suit and tie, which startled Clark. He said, "It's you, Professor... Didn't you sleep last night? What happened?"
"It all started with the hymn in the mailbox... Come in."
Clark observed Schiller's expression, and after making sure that nothing serious happened, he walked into the room and explained his purpose.
Schiller sighed and could only say that Batman was 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 another knock on the door. Schiller walked over to open the door and found that it was the God of War Batman who appeared outside.
"Good morning, Professor. It's like this. I... Oh, do you have a visitor? I'll be back later..."
"Maybe we can agree on an exact time. I think ten o'clock would be good. What do you think?"
After seeing off the God of War Batman, Schiller walked to the table to make tea. Just as he picked up the cup, there was another knock on the door.
"Hello, professor. I have some questions for you. Do you have any visitors now? I'm sorry I don't have an appointment. I'll come back later."
Charles at the door glared at Eric behind him and turned to leave.
"Wait, Charles, I think you can come here at one o'clock in the afternoon, I'm free then." Schiller stopped him.
"Really, Professor?" Eric asked dryly.
"If both of you didn't have a look on your faces that said 'If we can't solve the problem today, we're going to end the universe with a war', I would schedule you for tomorrow. See you this afternoon."
After seeing Charles and Eric off, Schiller had just taken out the tea when he heard some noise outside the window.
With a rustle, the leaves outside the balcony were pushed aside, and a big head poked out. "Hi, Professor, sorry, are you free now? Cole Norton and I want to..."
"Sorry, I have a visitor right now, maybe you'll be free at four in the afternoon?"
"Thank you very much. Then we will..."
"Professor! Professor! I'm Alfred. Sorry to bother you..."
Schiller stuffed the tea leaves back into the drawer completely. He knew, how could Batman really invite him to vacation?
(End of this chapter)