Superman of the Marvel Universe

"I am Superman 9999"

This sentence was like a bomb that was detonated, directly shocking the reporters and media workers present to their wits, and temporarily losing their ability to think.

Except the camera, as always, was faithfully focused on the tall and strong figure on the stage.

Everyone else's mouths were open, showing extremely obvious surprise.

Superman, he is not a masked hero.

No helmet, no eye protection.

The red cloak, the capital "s" on the chest, and the small bunch of flowing curly hair

These are the most iconic characteristics of Superman

But the strange thing is that people can't always remember what Superman looks like.

Even his photos could fill the pages of more than a dozen newspapers.

No one has a concrete and clear image of Superman.

So when the figure in the red cloak walked onto the stage, it didn't cause an uproar.Until the other party admits his identity.

"Superman"

"He really is Superman"

"Is Vought holding this press conference to announce Superman's identity?"

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It's like the pot is fried

The scene suddenly became noisy and noisy

The reporters who had come back to their senses were whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

Click click

The flash light was constantly being pressed, making Superman feel a little uncomfortable standing on the stage as he became the focus.

He turned and glanced at Luke next to him, who gave him an encouraging look.

As if a shot in the arm was injected into Superman's body, he regained his courage and continued, "I am Superman, my name, my Earth name is Clark Kent, and I grew up on a farm in Kansas."

This astonishing speech, which could shock the world, was broadcast to every household in the metropolis as the camera footage was broadcast, and then to other cities.

An hour later, the North American continent and even the whole world knew the explosive news.

As for who Superman is, this topic that once aroused heated discussion among the public finally got the answer.

He comes from a civilized race outside the earth. Because of the fragmentation and destruction of his homeland, he landed in a small town in Kansas.

He was adopted by a kind-hearted couple and named "Clark Kent".

etc.

"Why did Superman announce his identity at a press conference held by Vought Corporation?"

This is a question published in a newspaper.

"Is there some kind of close relationship between the young rich man and Superman?"

This is a boring melon-eater.

"There's an alien living among us, and oh my God, that's not good news. He might bring an army to take over every country, every city on Earth."

This is a worry for fans of science fiction movies.

"The son of tomorrow in Metropolis is actually a farmer from Kansas. I don't believe that Superman must be a resident of Metropolis. He might live next door to me."

This is regional discrimination against metropolitan locals.

"How should we view Superman? He comes from an alien planet, grew up on Earth, and is extremely powerful. Will the laws against humans be effective against him?"

This is a discussion among scholars.

All in all Superman once again became the focus of the world.

His existence has been given too much meaning, but now that meaning has become more complicated.

"Is it really right for my eldest cousin to do this?"

Clark lowered his head and asked in Walter's office.

After seeing the fierce reactions from the news media and the general public, he doubted whether his act of announcing his identity was correct.

Public opinion was like a surging tide, rushing towards him and making him feel suffocated.

Clark will not be afraid of dangers and disasters faced by vicious gangsters and criminals.

But what can he do when he is criticized, ostracized and attacked?

Shaking fists at innocent people

Or burn them all to death with heat vision?

Superman's powerful power has no effect in front of ordinary people.

The gap between strength and weakness seems to be reversed.

"Clark, first you have to understand your truest thoughts."

Luke had just hung up a call from the White House and said calmly, "What kind of life do you want to live, dealing with school and criminal organizations in the metropolis every day? Or do you want to come to the stage as a symbol and have the courage to accept everyone's doubts and pressure from public opinion?" "

"It's easy to confuse normal life with superhero status in the former, because in reality you're just a high school kid from rural Kansas who doesn't know much."

"But every night, when you put on the Superman uniform, you become an omnipotent and respected superhero."

"Strong contrast will bring psychological changes. Maybe one day you will gradually get tired of the name Clark Kent and only like the days when you exist as Superman. It is human nature to crave recognition and attention."

"Or conversely, you no longer want to be busy saving other people and the world but are ready to return to your family and be a good husband and father."

"Life is full of too many unknowns. What's more, people's energy is limited, even Saiyans."

"What would you do if you were studying for an exam at school and then there was a fire in the metropolis"

"There is no doubt that you will do this to save people. Then you failed the exam and failed the final exam. The teacher gave you the lowest score. This is the blow and pressure from real life. It seems like a small thing, but it makes you Fall into endless troubles and squander your passion and love for life.”

"Clark, you have to understand one thing. Superheroing is not a job, it is an obligation. It is a mission given by a certain sense of responsibility. At the same time, it is a long-term investment with no visible return."

"It's hard to be Clark Kent and be the perfect Superman for Metropolis at the same time."

Luke tapped his fingers on the table, paused in his voice, and then looked at his slightly confused little cousin.

Revealing your identity will certainly cause a lot of trouble.

For example, the villain may use family members to threaten and transfer risks to friends around him.

But at the same time, it can also bring certain benefits.

The first is legality. If you cooperate with the federal government openly, you no longer have to bear the gray label of "masked vigilante".

Secondly, change is something Luke is happy to see, as long as everything remains under control.

He has no intention of changing Superman, he just hopes that his little cousin can see the true nature of the world early and not just be immersed in the beautiful surface of superheroes.

This is the DC universe, and it reveals a strong darkness from beginning to end.

Superman has encountered the malice of fate many times in different time and space and different universes.

Deceived by the Joker, he kills Lois Lane and the child in her belly, and then establishes a dictatorship.

Use your heat vision to kill Lex Luthor, rule the Earth, and become a Hitler-like being.

In too many stories, Superman faces tragedy and becomes the most terrifying person in the world.

"Don't worry about the government or anything else."

Luke snapped his fingers and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I hired a professional agent for you. He is very good at dealing with all aspects of public opinion pressure and crisis public relations."

The office door was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Clark.

"Lex, why are you here?"

He was surprised and stood up.

Due to the influence of black kryptonite, Lex is probably still locked in the bedroom of the mansion and is not allowed to go out.

"I recovered, not too long ago."

A bright smile appeared on Lex's face, he pointed at Clark and said, "I didn't expect you to be the Met star who appears in the newspapers every day."

"It's amazing that my best friend and the guy I hate the most are the same person."

He pulled out a chair and sat across from Luke as well.

The negative personality created by black kryptonite seems to have disappeared, and Lex Luthor has returned to his previous sunny personality.

When he spoke, he always smiled and appeared cheerful and lively.

"Well, I don't want to keep it a secret either, but"

Clark scratched his head, hiding something from his friend, which made him somewhat apologetic.

Because in the education of his adoptive father Jonathan, lying is wrong.

"It's no big deal, everyone has secrets, including me."

Lex narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Let's continue talking about how to create Superman and create the greatest superhero in the world."

Gotham City.

Wayne Manor.

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Bruce Wayne was busy cutting out the old newspapers he had collected recently.

He needs to have a deep understanding of this city, and even more, some of the people in this city.

"Falcone the Roman"

"Oswald the Penguin"

"Sal Maroni"

Every time Bruce said a name, he made a distinct note in the notebook on his right.

Like a young hunter, he slowly and patiently identifies his prey.

These people are all famous gangsters in the Gotham underworld.

Some of them call the shots and have ruled Gotham for more than ten years.

Some join the upper class and run hugely profitable businesses.

Some have many minions and control the ports and downtown areas.

"Master Wayne, you should go out more often and bask in the sun instead of locking yourself in a room and thinking about these seemingly dangerous things."

Alfred, the butler, opened the door and walked in with a sumptuous breakfast.

There was a look of helplessness on his face. After returning from Nepal, Master Wayne didn't wear tattered clothes, make up like a street vagrant, and go to the slums of Gotham.

Just look through old newspapers and collect information.

He has absolutely no intention of taking over the Wayne Group business and revitalizing the family's honor.

When Alfred was young, he was an agent of British MI[-].

Later, by chance, he became the butler of the Wayne family.

This seemingly ordinary old man is actually proficient in various fighting techniques, healing injuries, and even computer hacking techniques.

Therefore, Alfred also has the unknown name of "Butler Man".

Based on his knowledge of Bruce and the details he had observed recently, it was not difficult to guess what the other party wanted to do.

Fight against gangs, or punish evil and promote good

In the old housekeeper's opinion, this was obviously not a rational behavior.

"Gotham is no different from what it was before I left. It's still full of crime, still full of extravagance, and still so boring."

Bruce shook his head, biting a piece of bread and said, "So, I have no interest in participating, only the idea of ​​​​changing things."

Bruce had nothing to hide from the old butler who had served his father and himself.

If the Batman of the future is honest enough with anyone, he doesn’t have too many psychological defenses.

That person would only be Alfred.

"It won't be easy, Master Wayne."

The old butler pursed his lips, seemingly unhappy, and teased, "If you really want to change Gotham, why not run for mayor and make this city great again?"

"Because being mayor can't completely eradicate those criminals."

Bruce shook his head, he knew the power structure of Gotham.

From top to bottom, corruption is endemic.

City Hall is a protective umbrella for gangs, and there are simply few honest police officers in the police department who do their jobs seriously.

Basically everyone has received illegal money or turned a blind eye to it in order to protect themselves.

Those good people who insist on themselves and are not polluted will either be ostracized and receive cold treatment;

Either he will be suppressed and his fate will be dire.

"Even if I become mayor, it won't help."

Bruce stared at the cut-out old newspapers and said in a deep voice.

"Because no matter what I want to do, the police, prosecutors, and even judges below have formed a complete chain of interests. They will cover each other and allow evil to flourish."

Alfred remained silent and did not speak. To sum up what Master Wayne said, he probably said, "Politics cannot save the people of Gotham."

"What can we do to save Gotham?"

When Bruce finished his breakfast, the old butler standing aside put away the tableware.

"Becoming a symbol that separates from the appearance of human flesh and blood and becomes the incarnation of spirit can make people fearful and make criminals frightened."

Bruce took a deep breath, his eyes darkening.

“It can also give others courage and serve as a weapon of justice.”

Hearing these loud and generous words, Alfred just shook his head helplessly and said softly, "Master Wayne, before you start this great cause of saving Gotham, can you first get a girlfriend for Wayne?" The family continues the bloodline.”

"In this case, it can make me feel more at ease."

blues ""

After coming back, he had become accustomed to the old butler's ubiquitous cold humorous speaking style.

"By the way, James Gordon, are you familiar with him?"

Bruce touched his chin and automatically skipped the embarrassing topics of having a girlfriend, getting married and having children.

"I have an impression."

Alfred, who reached the door, stopped and nodded.

"Master Wayne, he once put a coat on you in that alley."

The corner of Bruce's mouth rose. Of course he remembered James Gordon and knew this man.

What he wanted to determine was whether James Gordon had been corrupted into one of those bad cops.

"Mr. Gordon, he is a man of integrity, there is no doubt about that."

Alfred pondered for a moment and gave his answer.

At least the old butler has never heard any negative news about James Gordon.

Sometimes to judge a person's character, don't look at what he said, but what he did.

As an old man who has been in the police station for more than ten years, James Gordon is still an ordinary police officer.

And his colleagues either retired and quit, or climbed up the ranks and got promoted.

Sitting on the bench for a long time, not being welcomed by others, and being placed in the corrupt Gotham Police Department, can already explain some things from the side.

"Finally found someone to cooperate with."

Bruce's frown relaxed slightly.

He needs a helper, or a mouthpiece to talk to the police department and city hall.

If James Gordon is as upright as he appears to be and is willing to play his part in changing Gotham.

Then, the other party is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

After Alfred left, Bruce continued to work hard.

Although the old butler has hinted many times, the board of directors of Wayne Group is secretly planning to dilute his shares and prepare to kick himself out.

But Bruce is not worried, he can handle such a small problem.

The top priority is to find an entry point to crack down on Gotham's gangster forces.

"Hoo Falcone"

After finishing what he was doing, Bruce let out a breath.

He decided to rule the city from the outside first, and the most powerful Romans began to take action.

As long as the other party is eliminated, the other gangsters will have to settle down for at least a while.

Of course, they may also become more vicious.

In order to compete for each piece of territory, a new round of fighting and shuffling started like a hungry hyena.

If that's the case, it would be equivalent to creating a perfect opportunity for yourself to catch all the gangs in one fell swoop.

After careful consideration, Bruce picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Metropolis, Superman, aliens landing on a Kansas farm"

Ten minutes later, the sole heir of the Wayne family looked a little solemn.

He seemed to be aware of a bigger problem, a problem more difficult and troublesome than the gang.

Superman

Bruce thought for a long time, then opened the notebook again.

While watching the raging debate on the television about whether Superman's existence is a good or bad thing;

While silently writing the other party's name, and marking it as "worthy of vigilance".