The Death Knell

"Stop! Don't come over!"

Because Harley was wearing high heels, the sound of her footsteps was more obvious, so when she walked down the stairs, Diana and Carla had already walked out of the butler's room and met in the hall.

Who else could the figure behind Harley be at this moment? Of course he is Milkman, but now he has a helpless expression on his face, and the letter M on his chest has a big S drawn on it with lipstick.

Probably because he wanted to cover up the embossed letters below, but he didn't cover them completely, which resulted in Superman now having the words 'S and M' on his chest, which gave people a somewhat perverted feeling.

But seeing Superman, Diana was not very happy, because not long ago, everyone had a fight, so she immediately picked up the sword and shield and shouted loudly to ask the milkman to stop.

"Don't be nervous, Xiao Dai, it's us."

Harley, who was bouncing as she walked, raised her hand and showed off the golden thread in her hand. The mantra lasso was still wrapped around Milkman Superman:

"My treatment is complete, but I don't know if it's cured or not. Hehe, he said he remembered it, but I'm not familiar with Superman, so I'll take him down now and let you ask. What’s the problem? Quickly take the rope, and then I’m going to find something to drink. I’m so thirsty after talking so much.”

Psychotherapy, also called therapy, is not completely cost-effective. It is mainly a waste of money.

Although Harley is still smiling now, she feels like smoke is coming out of her throat. No one knows how complicated the treatment of Milkman Superman is. It awakens a personality that thinks it is dead from the subconscious, and then kills people on the outside. The mad personality is sealed into the deepest part of the soul. This kind of work is not something ordinary people can do.

Thinking of this, Little Sugar Bean raised her chin again, because she was once again sure that she was the number one psychologist in the universe.

"Don't say that, Ms. Quinn, you are Batman's friend, and naturally you are also my friend. We are still very familiar." Milkman Superman showed a naive smile, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch his head. , but he couldn't do this as he was rolled up like a spring roll by the noose.

"Come on, what do you call me? Ms. Quinn." Harley imitated Superman's voice hoarsely, and her head swung around pretentiously: "My acquaintances won't call me that, they will call me I'm little Harley, baby darling, or crazy bitch, bitch, bitch, but no one calls me Ms. Quinn."

"Insulting names are so disrespectful. It's wrong. I stick to my name because you saved me." After Superman said this, he looked down at his chest, but when he saw those two letters After that, the smile became a little stiff.

"Bara Bala, stop talking nonsense. I hate it when superheroes like you talk about nonsense. What is right and wrong? Can you eat it? Just stay alive and be realistic."

But Harley didn't appreciate it at all. She tilted her mouth, walked towards Wonder Woman, and handed over the rope and thread in her hand:

"Leave it to you, Xiao Dai. In my opinion, this Superman is fine. The thought bubble above his head has turned red and blue. But you'd better confirm again. If it's fake, we can Let’s castrate him first and force him to tell the truth, hehe.”

Diana was thinking, and her eyes fell on the Lasso of Truth. Harley just handed the lasso back, then patted her butt and ran away towards the kitchen, seeming to be very confident in the effect of her treatment.

It's just that what she said is a bit incomprehensible. What kind of thought bubbles are there on her head? what is that? What do the colors mean?

But before Xiao Dai could ask further questions, Harley, wearing high heels and a dress, had disappeared around the corner of the corridor, running so fast.

"Hi, Diana, Cousin Kara, please excuse me." Superman showed an awkward smile and shrugged: "I've caused trouble for everyone again. This is the Wayne Mansion, right? Is Batman here? I have some questions. I want to discuss the matter with him."

"I remembered, you are my cousin, Kal Al!" Kara had a smile on her face at this time. She seemed to be very excited and covered her head with her hands, as if the dead memory was attacking her: "I remembered Yes, all the lost memories are back, yes, you pooped a lot when I held you in my arms!"

She must have really remembered it. It happened before Krypton was destroyed. Even Deathstroke didn't know about it, so it couldn't be instilled in her through strangulation.

In other words, the memory is back, and so is this Superman.

"Uh, can you please not mention what happened back then? I was just a baby at that time, and I have no impression of the things you remember." Clark was a little helpless, especially since Diana also heard about this embarrassing incident, so he took the initiative to change the topic: "Wonder Woman, if you need to verify my identity, I happen to be tied up with the Lasso of Truth. You can ask me something that only you and I know."

"Well, okay, what's your favorite food?" Diana was not polite. After all, she was responsible for everyone's life. She pulled the noose. The rope that seemed ordinary in Harley's hands was in the original owner's hands. In his hand, golden light shines brightly.

After hearing his question, Superman smiled and shook his head. This was indeed a question that only he and Diana knew the answer to.

Superman has no real food preferences, because for children, eating a variety of foods is the only way to get a balanced nutritional intake. Therefore, Superman needs to serve as a role model, set an example by not being picky about food, and promote the value of food and the spirit of caring for food.

So he likes to eat everything and doesn't have a favorite food, but this question was asked by Diana. She knows what the real Superman would say and the answer, while the fake Superman can't.

"Ice cream, if you ask me what I like to eat, I like ice cream."

Nodding very confidently, Superman said the answer. Even though his eyes and mouth were covered by metal, the smile on his face did not change.

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With a flick of her wrist, Diana retracted her lasso and rolled it up with her forearm like wool. She reached out to help remove the blocking equipment on Superman's face:

"Welcome back, Clark, you scared us to death."

Yes, for both Diana and Superman, the answer is ice cream.

Because Superman is a good old man, if everyone goes out to go shopping and eat, he will choose to take the initiative to order what his friends like to eat.

When he goes out with Diana, he will say that he likes ice cream, and then buy two, one for himself and one for Diana.

If you were going out with Batman and Bat asked this question, the answer would be that he likes to eat Alfred's cooking, and then they both come to Wayne Mansion to enjoy a family dinner.

And if he goes out with Martian Manhunter, Superman's favorite thing is chocolate chip cookies; if he goes out with Barry, his favorite thing is high-calorie junk food; if he goes out with Arthur, Superman loves fish, etc. wait.

Do you understand now? The real Superman will always think about the friends around him. He can sacrifice his life for his companions, let alone the small accommodations in life. This is something everyone in the Justice League knows.

After all, he actually doesn't have a problem even if he doesn't eat anything, as long as he basks in the sun, he can 'recharge'.

Since you are fine no matter what, why not let the people around you get better too? This is not about asking for perfection or trying to please others. This is just his character, a good person.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that either." Superman rubbed his face, and then quickly rubbed the lipstick on his chest: "I encountered a powerful enemy before, and it messed up my brain. To this day, the back of my head hurts, as if something had hit me."

Diana just smiled and asked Kara to hold Clark up first, without saying that Superman was indeed hit by a pan when delivering milk. It was not a psychological trauma but a physical trauma.