[Comprehensive] The daily life of raising children with the mortal enemy

Tim never imagined that his meeting with the famous Lex Luthor would be like this, he was sitting on the sofa half tied with a bath towel after taking a shower, and Lex Luthor came and walked menacingly like a demon He entered the penthouse and came to himself.

Lex also didn't expect that besides Connor, there was another person in the penthouse. He checked quickly in his notebook just now, and came directly to Lexta without looking carefully.And Tim wasn't seen by Lex because he was taking a shower in the bathroom, but Connor was in the penthouse with someone else.

And Connor, Connor was so focused on talking to Tim, he didn't even notice the arrival of the fathers, and of course he didn't think it was a crisis that needed attention.Seeing Lex and Clark coming, Connor said happily: "Hi, Papa, Daddy, this is my good friend, Tim Drake. I was just about to talk to you."

After Connor happily introduced Tim, he noticed Lex's unsightly complexion, and asked concerned: "Papa, you don't look well, are you sick?"

"It's not to the point where you need to care, I think." Lex said, the fever reduced his ability to control his emotions. The son in front of him was half his genes and half Clark's genes. Many places saw Clark's genes from Connor's body, and the overheated body made him feel very uncomfortable at this time.

"Lex, don't be rude to Connor's good friend." Clark chimed in. He knew how much his son's emotions would be offended by his father embarrassing him in front of his friends. His profession taught him too much about this. thing.He didn't want his family to appear on the headlines of social news tomorrow.

Connor looked at Lex puzzled, he hadn't fully understood the subject of irony in world knowledge, especially Papa, who had always been infinitely tolerant of him.

Lex took a deep breath calmly, trying to keep himself calm and rational. He looked at Tim who was sitting on the sofa without even standing up to greet him, "So in a day, you think you have a friend, or good friend?"

"Yes, we did what many good friends would do, in one day." Connor was completely unaware of the doubts in Lex's words, and explained to his father honestly and happily.

Tim couldn't fail to notice, he put the hot cocoa on the coffee table, stood up and said, "It seems that I'm not welcome here, so I'll leave now. And sorry, Mr. Luthor, I can't do it to you Meet and greet, because the way I am, it would look stupid to do that."

Seeing that Tim was about to leave, Connor hurriedly said to Lex: "Papa, I haven't had time to tell you that I want Tim to live here because Tim is now acting alone and homeless. Are you Such a generosity would definitely accept Tim living here."

"Tim Drake," Lex said, repeating Tim's name, "why, the Wayne boys are overcrowded and can't accommodate you?"

"Ha, ha, ha, that's funny." Tim read blankly, and then he made a gesture to go to the bedroom to get dressed and leave.

"Wait," Lex called to Tim, "I like you, you're the smart one. You can live here."

Tim turns around with a look like you mean it?Look to Lex.

"I like to associate with smart people. Maybe we can have a cooperative relationship in the future." Lex said with a kind face.

He knew Tim Drake's relationship with the Wayne Group, and he would not let his son Connor down either.

"You're so good, you knew you'd say yes, Papa!" Connor was happy that things had been settled and rushed to hug Lex, kissing Lex on the cheek.

His lips felt unexpectedly hot on his father's face.

Tim pulled up his lips and smiled, pointed at Lex and himself, and said, "I know what you're thinking, but there will never be a cooperative relationship between us. I know the real you, Mr. Luthor , Connor is a good boy, but there is no equivalence."

"Don't jump to conclusions about anything, young boy, anything." Lex said nonchalantly, "Your intelligence and growing up will let you understand what is best for you and the world. For us."

"Am I not smart? Why can't I understand what you're talking about?" Connor asked curiously, but he didn't really care that much. Tom will live with this.

Oh, that's great, he'll be able to hang out with Tim every day from now on, they're good friends!

"You don't need to understand, your Papa is just saying something like blowing bubbles again, and the bubbles will burst when you poke them." Clark said to Connor.

"Bubbles?" Although Connor didn't understand Daddy's metaphor, he was still amused by the cute picture that appeared in front of him.

"Now you boys want to stay here, or whatever you want, I'm going back." Lex felt like he was going to throw up if he stood any longer.Even if he wants to educate Connor, Lex also understands that this is really not the time, and he will educate Connor on the rules of doing things in this family when he recovers.

"Take care of Papa, Daddy, Papa looks very bad, but I think I'll get better after a night of sleep." Connor said, entrusting this responsibility to Clark.

"Don't worry," Clark said.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kent." Tim stepped forward and shook hands with Clark to say goodbye. He also knew the true identity of Clark Kent, but it was inconvenient to express his feelings at this time—and to be honest, he didn't have too much trouble during this time. What a good mood to speak of.He doesn't know how Superman Clark and Lex Luthor came to be "family" and share a son, Connor Kent, but he's smart enough to get involved just yet.But he would understand, and Connor would tell him.

"Goodbye." Clark said goodbye to Tim, looking relieved at his son's first friend.

Lex and Clark went downstairs to Lex Tower, got into the car and went home.

Lex propped his head on his hands drowsily, the night scene of the metropolis was changing outside the car window, the soft music was playing in the car, and there was no other words.

"You told Connor that I was talking about blowing bubbles again," Lex said suddenly, still tilting his head without looking at his conversation partner, "what does that mean?"

Clark glanced at his watch, wondering how long it would be until he got home, and taking a car was never a good idea.

"You tell Connor not to listen to me, you think my words are illusory—you make Connor think my words are illusory?" Lex broke out in a low voice, "You want to weaken my words in front of Connor Father's authority, remove my influence as a father on my son? From making Connor think that my words can not be heard, are you teaching Connor me—his Papa, can be refuted by him?"

Clark didn't know whether it should be said that Lex was using the topic again or he was as sensitive as a god. He analyzed the thoughts buried deep in his heart when he blurted out a sentence. This is how it works.

"You want to take Connor away and make him your only son?" Lex said in the darkness of the car seat, the streamer of street lamps projected into the car seat, and the ten-color streamer passed between their knees , "You think I'm not qualified to be a father?"

"Now you're just befuddled with a fever." Clark said, dismissing his comments on Lex's last moment.

When Clark looked at Lex, he found that Lex had fallen asleep with his head pressed against the car window.

When he got home, the private doctor was already waiting for Lex at home.

Lex told Clark to take care of himself, and went to the bedroom with his personal doctor for consultation. He urgently needed to lie down and rest for a while.

In the middle of the night, Clark got up to go to Lex's bedroom to see how Lex was doing.