[Superman] Number One Enemy

Everything seems to be going in a good direction.

When he woke up that morning, Clark thought.Now, he has a stable job he loves, a salary above average, people he loves, a family, and many friends.He is living the life of his dreams.

The clock next to the bed showed the time, six fifty in the morning.Audrey lay beside him with her cheek against his shoulder, frowning slightly in her sleep.This amuses Clark, whose lover looks serious even in his dreams.Maybe it was because before going to bed last night, they discussed Luthor's purpose for obtaining a large amount of kryptonite.Of course, everyone knows that Luthor collects kryptonite to deal with Superman, and the key is how to use it.

Outside the room, the sound of closing doors, conversations, the mechanical sound of microwave heating, and the sound of air-conditioning fans running, and in the courtyard, flowers blooming, branches growing, birds and insects are intertwined into the beginning of Clark Kent's recent days.He heard Brandon talking to Natasha, and Steve and James coming out of the basement practice field.The child hurriedly ran to Audrey's room, and then carefully turned the doorknob.

Clark looked up.Brandon poked his head through the crack of the door.They looked at each other.

"Hi," Brandon whispered.

"Hi, good morning." Clark smiled and waved to Brandon.

With a smile on Brandon's face, he entered the room lightly.He climbed onto the bed, looked at Audrey, then at Clark.

"Shh." Clark made a silent gesture and patted Brandon on the head.He got up, without disturbing Audrey, kissed Brandon good morning, and told the child to wait outside the door for him to wash.

Strangely, Clark felt no discomfort about his sudden step into family life, but felt that everything was natural.He carried Brandon downstairs and saw Natasha making coffee.

That's why Audrey only drinks artisanal coffee; Clark smiled helplessly, suddenly realizing.

Clark puts Brandon on a chair. "Morning." He greeted Natasha.

Natasha glanced at Clark at the dining table from the shiny mirrored cabinet, "Morning. A passionate evening?"

"They slept together!" Brandon interrupted loudly, "without clothes!"

"Oh... no clothes." Natasha nodded with a teasing smile.

Clark took a deep breath, sighing slightly with a headache. "Brandon, I will never put you in my room in the morning again."

Brandon tilted his head. "Why? The teacher said that it is normal for parents to sleep together, which is a good thing. Many children in our class have parents who sleep with other people. They will definitely envy me."

"What?!" Clark's face wrinkled.

"Is that an embarrassing face?" Brandon asked Natasha, pointing at Clark's expression.

"Yes, that's an embarrassing face." Natasha replied, shrugging at Clark, "You know, the dirty things of those rich people. Children can't keep secrets."

Clark raised his forehead, "I will talk to Audrey another day to discuss Brandon's academic problems."

Natasha smiled and declined to comment.Brandon suddenly covered his ears and frowned in pain.

Clark lowered his head and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"very noisy……"

Brandon murmured, panting, curling himself up in a chair.Natasha quickly turned off the coffee machine and walked to Brandon, "What happened?"

Clark exchanged glances with Natasha uneasily, crouching down beside Brandon. "Relax, Brandon." He comforted softly, put his palm on Brandon's back, and quickly scanned the child's physical condition.

Not quite right.Brandon's heartbeat, blood, soft tissue, and cellular composition are different from those of ordinary humans.Is this the normal state of mutants?

"Go and turn off all the electrical appliances." Clark told Natasha, while guiding Brandon to calm down, countless speculations flashed in his mind.Does Audrey know these things?He felt wrong before.Today he had to talk to Audrey about Brandon.

Finally, Brandon regained his composure.He huddled in his chair with wide eyes, looking at Clark with horror.

"Are you okay, Brandon?"

Brandon bit his lower lip, his face was pale, and he shook his head.

"There's a fire somewhere," Brandon said, terrified. "I heard a lot of screaming..."

Clark frowned, staring fixedly at Brandon, and after a while, looked suspiciously at Natasha.But Natasha just pursed her lips and didn't reply, her expression was cold and hard.

Clark patted Brandon on the head and kissed the child on the forehead. "I'll get you some hot milk." He said, got up to turn on everything, and with his back turned to Brandon, took out his cell phone to check the latest news on the news network.

Just now, a restaurant fire broke out in Southern California.The police arrived in time and there were no major casualties.

Clark scowled, walked back to the table with the milk, and put the milk in front of Brandon.

"Don't explain?" Clark demanded, throwing the phone to Natasha.Natasha glanced at the screen, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"I have nothing to say." Natasha threw the phone back to Clark and turned to leave the table.

It made Clark more sure of his guess; lo and behold, Black Widow didn't even make a reason.

Now is not a good time to pursue.Clark suppressed his doubts and finished his breakfast anxiously.He and Natasha had a tacit understanding of not saying a word, and Brandon quickly forgot what happened to him. After eating, he dragged James and asked him to accompany him to the backyard to play.

Clark looked at Audrey.She is washing the dishes and will probably go to the study later to deal with work.

Audrey turned her head and noticed Clark's gaze, "What's wrong? You look weird."

Clark walked over, and after Audrey turned off the water, he handed her a towel to wipe her hands.

"Should we send Brandon to mutant school?" he asked.Hide temptation.

Audrey raised her eyebrows while drying her hands. "How to say?"

"Before you went downstairs, Brandon was terrified when he heard about the restaurant fire in Southern California. As far as I know, Professor X has a way of dealing with children with special conditions," Clark said, right hand resting on the countertop by the sink. , staring at Audrey, "Maybe we should let Brandon know and learn to accept his own specialness, just like my parents taught me."

Audrey stopped her movements and stared blankly at Clark with blank eyes.

"Audrey?"

"Oh my God." Audrey murmured, regained her senses, turned around and was about to rush out of the kitchen.

Clark quickly grabbed Audrey. "It's okay, calm down, Audrey. Brandon is fine."

"I didn't realize it at all!" Audrey held her temples, feeling a bit emotionally broken, "I just sat next to him for four or 10 minutes, completely unaware of this—"

Clark hugged Audrey, raised her chin, and forced her to look at him. "Honey, look at me. It's not your fault. And Brandon's okay, he's really okay. Trust me, okay?"

Audrey stared blankly at Clark's firm and calm eyes, and took a long time before she calmed down to breathe.

"I should find out." Audrey lowered her head.

Clark took a deep breath and sighed, "Audrey. Honey. Sweetheart. Blaming yourself won't solve the problem. You love Brandon, and so do I. Now we should be thinking, should Brandon change schools, or should you There are other solutions. As long as it is your expectation, I am sure that Brandon will grow into a reliable man under ordinary circumstances, all you need to do is trust me."

Audrey pursed her lips, and turned her head away hesitantly.

"You don't want Brandon going to Academy X?" Clark guessed.

"Maybe when he's older." Audrey said, frowning, "I want him to understand the lives of ordinary people better before entering the world full of superheroes..."

"He already lives in a world full of superheroes." Clark shook his head.

Audrey felt annoyed, and blurted out, "I know, but I don't want his identity to be exposed!"

When Audrey finished speaking, they were all stunned.

From Audrey's remorseful expression, Clark was sure that this was why Natasha couldn't explain it, this was the weirdness he had been vaguely aware of all along, and this was the gap and distance between him and Audrey.

Clark narrowed his eyes slightly. "Audrey. I never asked, Brandon's biological father..."

Audrey pushed Clark away abruptly. "That's not your concern."

Clark frowned fiercely, subconsciously accentuating his tone. "How can you say such a thing?! You are my lover, he is my son, I care about you!"

Audrey stepped back, folded her arms around her chest, raised her head and raised her eyebrows with provocative eyes. "I have the right to choose what not to say. You stop asking, it's annoying."

Clark's eyes widened in astonishment, and his breathing was short of breath.

"Then at least tell me about Brandon's mutant abilities."

Audrey turned her face away and pursed her lips tightly.

"Actually, he's not a mutant at all."

The answer gradually emerged in Clark's mind.But Audrey never said a word.This left Clark in disbelief, and, moreover, hurt.

"Are you really going to not tell me a word? It's the worst decision you've ever made. You don't trust me at all. Do you really love me?"

Audrey looked at Clark coldly, with a strange expression as if they were meeting for the first time.

"Why did I tell you?" She asked back, pointing at the entrance with a blank face, "I will never answer your question just now. If you are not satisfied, the door is there."

They parted badly.

Of course Clark didn't actually leave, despite his anger and heartache.Things are ridiculously ridiculous, a soap opera with black humor.

Come on, what is Audrey thinking?where is the doorBut it really looks like what she would say.

To make matters worse, Clark actually has an interview this afternoon.Gotham, the handover banquet of the new Sheriff Barbara.Unfortunately, Clark saw Bruce Wayne, and Lois at the venue.

Across the venue, Clark spotted Louise from a distance.Louise was looking for him, and Clark had a bad feeling.He finishes the interview quickly and wants to leave before anything happens, only to be stopped by Bruce Wayne.

"Why didn't I accidentally see you here?"

Clark lowered his eyes, looking from Bruce Wayne's hand across his chest, preventing him from leaving, to his face.

"I'm a reporter," Clark replied, with a gentle and polite smile.