There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Although Clarke has not been a reporter for a short time, he has seen a lot of things in the world during his career in a few months.

He believed in his heart that the two teenagers in front of him were a couple, so he felt embarrassed to bother them right now.

Tony was also tirelessly keen on teasing Sherlock, and when Clark was close in front of him, he realized that there seemed to be a new tenant in the apartment.

The three met on a narrow road, and Tony was the first to say, "Newcomer?"

After speaking, Tony couldn't help but look at the young man who was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary. He couldn't be sure for a while whether this person was the new tenant.

After all, whether intentionally or not, the people Samuel recruited were very recognizable.And this guy with glasses seems to be nothing special except that he is taller.

Clarke didn't feel uncomfortable being looked up at by the brown-haired boy who was only as tall as his shoulders. Instead, he had the illusion of seeing a curious feline.

Especially the eyes of the other party, Clark's eyes moved slightly, thinking of a cat he rescued not long ago.

Just, it feels a little cute.

The relaxed Clark spoke softly: "If you mean the new neighbor, yes, I am the tenant who just moved in. Hello, I am Clark."

"Clark, I'm Tony, and this is the big detective from our apartment, Sherlock."

Tony pointed at his companion teasingly, and Sherlock, who had always been immersed in frustration, finally gave him a condescending sideways glance.

He looked at Clark perfunctorily: "Hi, I'm Sherlock...Huh?!"

Tony was attracted by his startled movement: "What's wrong with you?"

Sherlock closed his lips tightly, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Clark, who met for the first time, of course couldn't figure out why Sherlock was like this, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to Tony: "Your companion... what's wrong?"

Tony was also confused, but he thought that Sherlock must have found something in Clark - but this is also normal, Tony has already tacitly accepted that there are always some unusual things about the occupants of 413.

He saw Sherlock staring at the newcomer with a puzzled look, and dragged him by the arm to walk towards the elevator: "Sorry, my friend seems a little confused, I'll take him back first."

Sherlock stumbled and walked two steps without resisting, as if he was really fascinated.

Clark watched the neighbors leave in bewilderment, and had a sense of identity with the "young man" in Samuel's mouth.

He is obviously not much older than them, but he no longer understands the way young couples get along with each other.

On the elevator, Tony pressed the floor of the two: "What did you find again?"

"Clark is weird..." Sherlock murmured.

Tony shrugged nonchalantly: "Have you seen anyone in 413 who is not strange?"

Sherlock glanced dissatisfied at his unobservant companion: "Tony, even if you can't see that he regards us as a couple, you can always feel that there is something abnormal about his appearance. So obvious facts are beyond In front of my eyes, I don't understand how you can always ignore these..."

"You wait!"

Tony hastily interrupted Sherlock's complaint. He felt that he must have misheard just now, otherwise, how could he have heard from Sherlock that the two of them were in a relationship? !

"You said Clark thought we were..." Before he could say that word, Tony's entire face wrinkled as if he had eaten sour fruit.

He dismissed the title "couple" in disgust, pointed at Sherlock in disbelief, and then at himself: "Holmes, are you joking? I can't have that kind of relationship with you!"

Sherlock denied it of course: "Of course it's impossible, Tony, men are not in my field."

Sherlock still sounds like it's no big deal, even with Tony's WTF-crazed look on his face.

The elevator just opened, and Sherlock added casually before going out: "By the way, I'm actually not interested in women."

Looking at the closed metal door, Tony jumped: "Who cares whether you like a man or a woman?! Why don't you explain it when you see it!"

***

"Sir, your courier has been put in the convenience store first, please come and pick it up as soon as possible."

"Express delivery? Oh, oh, I see. I'll pick it up later."

Jason hung up the phone, he reacted for a while before he remembered that the coffee beans that Tony asked for online shopping had arrived.

Putting on a T-shirt and going out, Jason ignored the woman next door who was winking at him.He wondered in his heart, and he didn't say anything serious, why did Sherlock take Tony away?

...Maybe he has never let Sherlock come into contact with real danger, and he doesn't think it's interesting here.

Thinking so, Jason casually signed a name that no one else could understand, and walked back slowly with the courier of coffee beans in his arms.

But Jason didn't feel like he had done anything wrong.He brought the two of them here with no intention of saving others, but after all, under his nose, Jason didn't want to see Sherlock get into trouble that he shouldn't have.

Facts have proved that Gotham is neither suitable for a spoiled young master like Tony, nor for Sherlock who can get into trouble at any time.

Even though both of them are extremely intelligent, sometimes they can't compare to those fist-waving people by virtue of their intelligence alone.

Jason put the coffee beans on the cabinet, his cold expression was reflected in the glass, he looked at himself in the mirror - Gotham is only suitable for a guy like him who crawled out of hell.

The aroma of the coffee was wafting, and Jason couldn't help frowning after taking a sip: "It seems that the taste is the same."

The completely different display screen on the computer table came into view, silently announcing what new tricks Tony was tossing behind his back.

Jason thought it was hell, it wasn't long before Sherlock and Tony came, but his territory was invaded and occupied everywhere.

"Forget it, two little heartless people, don't miss them." Jason sat down in front of the computer talking to himself, he still had work to do.

Regarding how to deal with clowns, he recently had a new idea.

Wayne Manor.

Tim came out of the room with a yawn. Gotham has not been peaceful recently. He was so busy that he didn't come back to sleep until four o'clock this morning.

It's just that he only yawned halfway, and after seeing the figure sitting in the living room, Tim swallowed the remaining half abruptly.

Even sitting on the sofa, Bruce, who was in good shape, didn't raise his head: "Come down to eat after washing up."

Tim peeked out the window in horror. Well, the sun is still hanging in the east, and the earth's rotation has not changed much.

The considerate housekeeper had already prepared everything. He watched the interaction between the father and son with a smile, and gave Tim a wink.

Seeing Ah Fu's little move, Tim, who was rarely lying in bed and happened to be bumped into by his father, immediately understood that Bruce was in a good mood today.

God only knows how Batman acted like someone blew up Arkham just a few days ago.

Tim inadvertently remembered the oppressive atmosphere at that time, and couldn't help shivering, no, it should be said to be more gloomy than that emotion.

Fortunately, it seems that Bruce has calmed down, and Tim wisely doesn't ask what happened.

During the meal, both of them maintained a quiet etiquette.

Bruce eats gracefully, but Tim eats furiously.

"What's making you eat so fast? Watch your manners, Tim."

Tim was thinking about a new and restless underground force recently, and when he was reminded by his father, he accidentally choked.

"Cough cough..."

The advice from the parents did not scare Tim, he stopped coughing quickly, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was just thinking about the red hood..."

"Red Hood?"

Bruce paused with his hand holding the tableware, and his voice lowered unconsciously.

Thinking that Bruce was also chasing this new mysterious person recently, Tim opened up the conversation: "Yes! This is the guy! I don't know where he came from. As soon as he appeared, he merged three gangs and has been active recently. In the underground trading market..."

Bruce has been chasing Jason's account for the past few days, but he didn't notice these things.Hearing Tim talk about the change of power, he just frowned secretly because of the title "Red Hood".

The shadow of Gotham is a puddle of muddy water. Those who want to intervene will either be swallowed whole, or their bodies will be covered with sewage.

Bruce doesn't care who tries to disrupt the situation - Batman will find someone out anyway, and then use his own way to teach the other party a good lesson, let people know what trouble is not to be touched.

Red Hood.

The title made Bruce think of a lunatic he hated very, very, very much.

He thought that tonight he could meet this ignorant fellow.

Unconsciously, Tim's eyes widened in horror: Bruce, calm down, the fork has been bent by your bare hands!