Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Superman sat down again, put on his glasses again, and changed back to that ordinary young man in a small town. Clark Kent pondered for a while, then said: "I also asked myself when I was a child, am I a Kryptonian or an Earthling."

"At that time, I was bullied a lot by the older kids at school because my father was a farmer and I was always wearing baggy, ill-fitting clothes. So they bullied me until one time, I couldn't Put up with it. I just nudged and the kid who rode on me and hit me flew out."

"Fortunately, he landed in the barn and nothing happened. They stopped bullying me, they just started calling me a freak. I asked my father if I had such powers, why would I have to fight with ordinary people? Do you continue to live like this?"

"Why can't I resist and make them fear me? I can even easily make my father stop working from morning to night, and make my mother change into a comfortable chair, so that her lower back no longer hurts."

He raised his head and looked at the mage sincerely: "My father just told me, if you want to do something like that, just do it. He supports me because I am his son."

"It was also at that moment that I began to understand one thing. Maybe Earthlings and Kryptonians are biologically different, but . . . no one is more noble. Right is right, that The road is always there, and it may be difficult. But I am willing to go down that road. Because my father did that, and it was the same with either one."

"The real Krypton, my Krypton. It's long gone, and the Earth is my homeland. I'm a Kryptonian, but I'm also an Earther. If I had to choose one, then I couldn't choose either. I'm Clark. Kent, but also Kal-El. Son of Krypton."

He continued, even starting to smile: "Yes, I know some people are afraid of me. Calling me a threat, I understand them. But I know I will never be what they think I am, this It was my strongest response to their words."

"So, Mr. Ho. If you ask me, do I feel unacceptable about this? My answer is absolutely not. They come from another universe and they live by aggression... such a brutal The Empire is very different from the Krypton in my heart."

The mage nodded lightly: "I see, Clark. Now, go and enjoy your little time with your girlfriend, by the way, pay attention to your neck. I'll take care of them."

Clark's previously serious expression suddenly collapsed, and he said awkwardly: "Uh, sir, I..."

He Shenyan smiled narrowly: "I have a question for you, Clark. Your skin is invulnerable, let alone missiles. How did she manage to leave a kiss on your neck?" marks?"

Clark Kent did not answer the matter,

He fled at the speed of light, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even didn't forget to close the door for Alfred thoughtfully.

The mage couldn't take it any longer, and he laughed.

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Bruce Wayne was sitting in his office, and he hadn't been out of here for almost a week. The hair is messy, the tie is gone, and I don't know where it went. The stubble on his face, and the dark circles on his face are even more profound. He doesn't look like the elegance and handsomeness of Gotham's richest man, just like a late-night otaku.

But to be honest, he did stay up all night, and he did stay up late for half a month, even though it was a last resort.

The combination of the various scheduling and implementation difficulties on the scene is beyond his imagination. Although there is no shortage of capable people in the Wayne Group, their mobilization is a big problem. What's more, he has to personally interview the swarms of job applicants, and he receives hundreds of letters every day.

He has to carefully review one by one and reply one by one. In order to save time, he even changed the weekly fixed meeting to online, and the frequency was changed from two times a week to five times a week due to the increase in work.

In fact, let's not mention him, the overwork doesn't just make him a little tired. The secretaries at his door had already changed four, all of whom had applied for transfer out of their own accord because they couldn't stand it.

"Your coffee."

"Thank you," Bruce said, then took a sip of the hot coffee, completely ignoring the terrifying temperature.

Seeing this scene, Jason couldn't help but say, "Didn't you realize it was a cup of freshly brewed coffee? It's hot!"

"I know, Jason. But I need a little caffeine to get my brain going," Bruce replied nonchalantly, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah, you haven't been out on patrol for half a month. I think you don't just need to move your brain."

The boy's angry words didn't make him angry. On the contrary, Bruce smiled: "If you want, you can go out on patrol by yourself. Jason, I made a new uniform for you."

"New uniform?"

"Yes."

He finally took his eyes off the computer screen, looked at Jason Todd, and pressed a hidden button on his desk. A glass cover slowly rose from the ground, and inside was a streamlined black and red uniform, a full-coverage helmet, and a scarlet bat logo on the chest.

He said lightly: "Would you like to try it? All are the latest configuration."

Jason stared intently at the uniform, and after a while he said, "When did you do that?"

Bruce paused, and his voice became deeper: "A long time... long ago."

"After I was killed?"

For a while, Batman didn't speak. He didn't even look at Jason Todd, dared not look at the expression on his face.

He said, "Yes."

To his surprise, Jason rolled his eyes: "Don't put on that expression, Bruce Wayne. I also just remembered that there was something wrong with the technique of the mage who resurrected me! What happened before death, hell, it's really weird to say that..."

"But it's over, what's more, that bastard is dead, isn't it? You killed it." Jason laughed, he opened the glass cover, and took out the uniform.

"I?"

"Oh, don't try to deny it. Who else but you can make up your mind to do these things? Looks like my death wasn't all for nothing, not only did you finally kill those bastards, but you're willing to do something real for Gotham. ' said the teenager with a grin, looking completely relieved of his own death.

Bruce Wayne watched him push the door open and leave, leaning back, lying in his boss chair, and smiling.