[Zhongyingmei] An alien cub fell from the sky

Clark, who is neither an orphan nor a disadvantaged group, was originally not eligible to enter, and he was incompatible with the atmosphere of Gotham.Fortunately, Dean Rehart, as the director of a welfare home fully invested by the Wayne Foundation, still has a little preferential treatment to bring Clark in.

The light in the theater was a little dark and there were not many people. Fortunately, Clark had super vision, so he found Jason quickly.

Jason looked fine, but the clothes on his body were a bit small.This is not surprising, the seven-year-old boy grows very quickly, almost changing his appearance every day, and the orphanage does not have the money to buy a new suit of clothes for everyone in a few months.So Jason was wearing the largest suit Clark had bought him a year and a half ago, and it still looked tight.

But Clark took a closer look with his X-sight. Apart from these, Jason was still healthy, and he even gained weight relatively speaking.It seems that at least the food in the orphanage is not bad.

"Jason," Clark struggled to move past the crowd, "Long time no see, how are you?"

For more than a year, Clark also called the orphanage to inquire about Jason's situation.However, Jason still refused to answer his calls, at most he only yelled a few words beside him when Dean Rehart answered the phone, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Jason, who heard someone calling him, turned his head to look for the source of the sound. His eyes lit up when he saw Clark, and he was about to run over, but suddenly stopped, turned his back to Clark, and seemed to ignore him.

Clark scratched his head helplessly, and he also knew that Jason was very upset that he left without saying goodbye.But Clark can't help it. He himself is still in college and can't take care of a child.

"Look, I brought the biscuits you like." Clark took out a bag of small biscuits, and decided to sacrifice the big killer that Jonathan just sent from home yesterday, "I apologize, it was my fault for not saying goodbye, so I can forgive you Me?"

"Hmph, there's nothing to forgive, anyway, I don't have anything." Jason ignored Clark and ran to sit on a chair in the nearby theater.

Clark also followed and sat on the chair next to Jason. Fortunately, this theater is quite big, and they are in the last row, so there is enough space to not affect others.

Clark felt like a scumbag, coaxing Jason non-stop, but he was never forgiven.

"Well, it looks like I brought a gift for nothing today." Clark sighed, decided to retreat, and put the biscuit in front of Jason away, and put it behind his back, "Forget it, what's here today?" There are quite a few children, so why not give it to other children.”

"Liar!" Jason was really anxious, and rushed over to grab it, "I agreed to give it to me!"

Clark smiled knowingly, and quickly took out the hand behind his back, indicating that he didn't...

there is none left?

Facing the empty hands, Clark and Jason stared wide-eyed.

"Kachi Kachi"

The sound of crispy chewing came from behind Clark, and as soon as Clark turned his head, he saw another black-haired boy holding his biscuit in his hand, eating it deliciously.

"Hi," the boy in a shiny performance costume didn't feel caught at all, "You said that you should give it to other children. Considering that I am only 8 years old this year, it should still meet the standard? Oh By the way, my name is Richard, Richard Grayson, nice to meet you. By the way, your biscuits are really good, where did you get them?"

"You!" Jason rushed towards the boy with his small fists waving anxiously. Children in Gotham never have many BBs.However, the other party dodged it sensitively, and seemed to have received professional training.

"Hey, be careful, this stuff tastes really good..." The boy ate the biscuit while dodging Jason's attack with ease.

Clark quickly stood up and stood between the two of them, stopping the fight: "Okay, Jason, if you want it, I'll bring it to you next time. How about adding another cake?"

"Wow, that's great," the boy was still jumping up and down, teasing Jason's furious nerves, "How about bringing me one by the way, uncle?"

big, uncle?

Clark clenched his fists, always reminding himself that his punch would cause serious problems.

He just looks more mature with glasses on, he is still a 20-year-old youth!

"Are you a child in the orphanage too?" Clark kept smiling firmly.

"Of course not, I'm a Grayson, a flying Grayson!" The boy screamed exaggeratedly, "Uncle, you haven't heard of it, have you? Although we've all been in Europe recently, this time Uncle Bruce called us... Ow, Uncle Bruce!"

The boy suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and was lifted up directly.

"Dick, are you causing trouble for others again?" The man snapped his fingers on Dick's head, "Mr. and Mrs. Grayson are looking for you, why are you still here?"

"What's the matter? It's not my performance time anyway." Dick complained, covering his head.

"Sorry, this kid has caused you trouble." The man held out his hand to Clark.

"It's nothing, it's just a little joke." Clark was stunned for two seconds before reaching out to shake hands with the man. He always felt that this man gave him a familiar feeling, "Clark Kent, who are you?"

"Bruce Wayne," Bruce said with a strange expression, "Well, I didn't expect that there are people in Gotham who don't know me."

"Uh, I'm a Metropolitan, strictly speaking, a Kansasian currently in the Metropolis," Clark explained, "Mr. Wayne, have we met somewhere?"

Bruce: ...

He also remembered who the person in front of him was, wasn't he the one who drove in the metropolis before, a bit stupid, stupid big gay?Lex Luthor's ex-boyfriend?Did he recognize himself?

Impossible, Bruce is still very confident in his makeup skills.

"Do you metropolitans like to strike up a conversation like this?" Bruce said with some surprise, "Of course, it's normal to see me, as long as you buy a newspaper or magazine in Gotham."

"I'm not..." Clark just wanted to explain that he wasn't trying to strike up a conversation, but after thinking about it, he shut up again. Such things are often not explained clearly.

"Anyway, it's Dick's fault this time, Dick, apologize to these two gentlemen." Bruce didn't embarrass Clark for too long, pressing Dick to make him apologize.

"Nothing really, just some home-made biscuits...that's all..."

"Kachi Kachi"

Clark just squatted down a little to accept Dick's apology, when he heard the crisp chewing sound from his head again.

"Well, it tastes really good." Bruce held the biscuit bag confiscated from Dick in one hand, and quickly stuffed a piece into Jason's mouth, which was about to scream, with a biscuit in his mouth, royal blue eyes It's full of innocence.

Clark: ...Is this person here to apologize or find fault?

But at this moment, Clark finally remembered why he thought this person looked familiar, those eyes...really resembled himself.

Clark thought of the climber he had seen on the snowy peak, but never thought that the two would be the same person.There are just too many blue eyes, but they just happen to be similar.After all, how could a lonely climber and a rich young man with a seemingly bad personality be the same person?

After Dick apologized, the matter was over, and the two little guys quickly became one.

For a boy of this age, everything comes and goes quickly, and there is no deep grievance, so it is easy to play together.In addition, Clark also took out another set of gifts for Jason-the latest Avengers comics and Captain America cards.

"Oh my God, Clark, why are you still so old-fashioned?" Unexpectedly, this gift was rejected by Jason, "Who still reads these now?"

"Why doesn't anyone read it?" Clark was confused, "My family has still ordered all superhero comics."

"But we have a real superhero in Gotham now!" Jason said excitedly, "The newspapers call him Batman! Dark Knight, really cool! Cooler than Sailor Moon!"

Cooler than Sailor Moon Bruce Wayne:  …

"Come on, that's just an urban legend, and the Danes say they have mermaids in their port," Dick rolled his eyes. "What kind of real superhero is Batman? Superman is!"

"Superman? You mean that stupid big guy from the Metropolis next door who looks like he came out of a circus?" Jason's rhetorical question was full of Gotham style.

Clark, the silly big guy from the circus: ...

"Hey! What's wrong with the circus!" Dick retorted dissatisfiedly, "Just think about it, Superman can fly!"

"Batman fades into the night forever!"

"But Superman can fly!"

"No one can catch Batman, the cops can't even find him!"

"But Superman can fly!"

"What else can you say except that Superman can fly?"

"Superman can still fly people..."

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Add more pool: 26 (+1, overlord ticket +1)

Returned: 11

Remaining: 16

Currently available information:

1. At the current point of time, Jason is about seven and a half years old, Dick is about eight and a half years old, Flying Grayson has just started to become famous, and there are still a few years before Robin's debut (parents' funeral)

2. When playing "Superman Can Fly", I almost accidentally called "Superman Concubine" many times...